Seizing Control

by Kylie Hillman

  Scooping some of his ejaculation from my cheek, he motions for me to open my mouth.

  “Open up, sexy lady.”

  I open wide and he slides two fingers into my mouth.

  “Now suck.”

  After I have sucked his fingers cleaned, he helps me to my feet and washes me all over again.

  Stepping out of the shower together, he towels us both dry as I tend to my long hair. I'm not sure what he has in store for the rest of the night so I pull my damp hair into a quick, messy knot on the top of my head.

  Once we are both dry, Mik tugs me behind him towards our bed.

  “Lie on your belly for me. Arms out, legs spread. Don't move unless I tell you.”

  I'm not sure where he’s heading with this but I comply. Already, the tension and stress that was consuming him when he entered my shower is beginning to recede. The lines in his forehead are smoothing and his body is relaxing. I want him to completely unwind and let go of the stress he’s feeling from the drama raging around us so I’m not about to stop now.

  I lay in the middle of our bed, positioned exactly as he requested. Turning my head to one side and resting on my cheek, I wait for him to touch me. Nothing happens for a few minutes and I cannot see him within my limited scope of vision. I'm feeling uncomfortably exposed in the position he requested so assuming he has left the room, I rise to my knees.

  “Did I tell you to move?”

  Twisting to where his voice is coming from, I spot him sitting on the armchair, fisting his already erect cock. I can't believe he is ready for round three already.

  “I was enjoying the view but you've ruined it because you didn't listen.” His voice is harsh, radiating his disappointment

  I mumble, “I'm sorry.” And return to my original position.

  “Oh my God!” I cry out as his hand comes down on my bare backside. My God, he moves silently when he wants to.

  “This is for disobeying me, Lainey.”

  He slaps me again, harder. I cry out again, much louder this time.

  “If you can't be quiet, I'm going to gag you.”

  I shake my head at his threat. I dislike being gagged and he knows it.

  He slaps my backside three more times, each strike harder than the last. I whimper quietly each time but I don't cry out again even as my core begins to throb. I love it when he spanks me.

  Mik climbs on the bed and straddles my hips. Resting his erection between my stinging ass cheeks, he begins firmly massaging my shoulders, alternating between that and running his hands up and down my ribs. His massage makes my body relax whilst his hands running down my ribs causes goose bumps to break out all me. My body’s opposing reactions to his contrasting touches keep me on edge.

  After a few minutes, I am startled when something wet and cold is rubbed between my cheeks. Mik has just squirted lube on me which is surprising because I've never had any issue getting wet with him. I jerk in surprise when he begins to slide his cock between my cheeks, moving over my back entrance with his thrusting cock as he rubs my clit with his fingers.

  Heat blooms in my core at his touches. My nipples peak and my breasts become heavy and sensitive as his thrusts slide me back and forth along our embroidered bedspread. I'm left gasping when he pushes two fingers into my pussy. My pussy throbs harder as my desire increases.

  “Oh Angel, you're always so wet for me. Tell me I'm the only man who makes you wet.” Mik leans forward and whispers his request against my ear.

  I nod in agreement. He’s the only man who can make me wet.

  “I didn't say nod. I told you to tell me so open your mouth and tell me.”

  Pulling my hair from its clasp, he twists it around his fist and pulls my head as far back as it will go. My back arches, almost painfully and he pinches one of nipples. I whimper quietly, still mindful of his threat to gag me if I'm too loud.

  Pinching my other nipple, he asks again. “What did I say?”

  “You're the only man who makes me wet.”

  "Good girl, now don't you ever forget that.”

  He nibbles my ear lobe, evidently happy with my answer.

  When he lets go of my hair, I collapse back onto the bed and he pulls his cock and fingers away from me. I moan at the loss of his touch.

  He begins kneading the soft globes of my ass before he circles his thumb over my back entrance. He squirts more lube on me after which he pushes the tip of his thumb into my ass. Even with everything Brendan put me through, I always managed to keep him away from there. Anal play is completely taboo to me and I've only ever let Mik rub me there previously.

  “No, Mik. Not there.”

  He pulls his thumb out and then pushes it back into me, further this time. My body tightens at the unwanted intrusion. I contemplate using my safe word but he cuts me off.

  “If you relax, Angel. I can make this feel good.” Mik implores.

  “I can't,” I whisper.

  “Yes, you can,” Mik promises as he pumps his thumb in and out of me a dozen times.

  “You just have to trust me, Lainey.”

  I’m left in disbelief when the last two or three pumps of his thumb sends small jolts of pleasure to my clit. Mik pushes two fingers into my pussy and begins pumping his thumb in sync with the thrusting of his fingers. Pleasure pools at the bottom of my belly and my core begins to clench as an orgasm begins to build.

  “Oh,” I moan.

  “That's it, Mo Ghrá. It's only going to get better. Relax.”

  Mik removes his thumb and replaces it with two fingers. I gasp at the extra pressure this causes but continue following his direction to relax. Scissoring his fingers, he works to loosen my tight ring of muscle. He’s still pumping his fingers in and out of my drenched core which distracts me from the slight tinge of pain his other fingers are causing.

  “Good girl, stay relaxed for me. Stay calm,” Mik tells me, kissing my shoulder and nibbling my neck.

  Removing his fingers from both of my entrances. I exhale in relief that it's over. It feels much better than I expected but I’m still not sold on it.

  Lifting my hips from the bed so that I am on my knees and arching my back for him, Mik rubs more lube against me. He pushes his cock against my ass, the head entering me. I tense from the pain. His cock is much larger than his fingers.

  “Relax beautiful, push against me.”

  “No! I don't want to,” I spit at him tersely, suddenly angry at him for even wanting to try this.

  “Yes, you do. Just push against me and it won't hurt,” Mik promises.

  He pumps two fingers into my pussy. In and out, in and out his fingers glide. I don't know why but it feels better than usual because of the extra pressure caused by the tip of his cock in my back entrance.

  “You do want this, I can feel how wet it's making you.”

  He plunges his fingers in and out of me and my thighs begin to shake. Pushing his cock about halfway into my ass makes me moan. I have never felt so full in my life and it shocks the shit out of me just how much I like it.

  “This feels so fucking good. Either safe word, Lainey or bear down. I'm coming in right now.”

  I’m surprised at his ultimatum. It's not normally Mik’s style to warn me when he's going to do something when I've given him my control. He does what he wants and he never asks because he knows I trust him to stop if I safe word. Not that I've never needed to use it since he knows my body better than I do most of the time.

  I feel responsible for the change in him, as I suspect it's caused by my disclosure the other day that I don't know if I trust him anymore. I believed it when I said it but I think I might have been wrong. My ability to feel safe enough to let him control me in the bedroom tonight and all the other times before—without ever needing to use my safe word—is proof that even if he lies to me and hides things from me, I still trust him implicitly to keep me safe.

  A hard slap on my arse brings me out of my thoughts in a hurry. Obviously I took too long to respond because he pushes int
o me without further warning. Deciding to trust the epiphany I just had regarding him, I push against him as he instructed and he slips all the way in.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck. You're too tight,” he groans loudly.

  I assess what I'm feeling and it dawns on me that whilst it isn't exactly pleasurable, it doesn't hurt like I thought it would. With two of his fingers in my pussy and his cock in my ass, I feel full but not painfully so.

  “I'm going to move now,” Mik warns me.

  He thrusts slowly, gaining pace as I relax around him. He plunges his fingers in and out of me, establishing an identical rhythm with his thrusts. It takes a few moments but slowly and surely I am overcome with pleasure.

  “Oh my God, Mik. I can't handle anymore.” I cry out as an orgasm suddenly approaches.

  “I know, Angel. Me too. It feels too fucking good.”

  Mik increases the speed of his thrusting. I scream when he mashes one of his free fingers against my clit. My orgasm explodes and I feel my legs shaking as my walls clench around his fingers. I try as hard as I can to hold myself upright for Mik even as the waves of my orgasm nearly make me collapse. I've had some intense orgasms with him and this one is right up there.

  “Fuck, I'm coming,” Mik's voice is raspy with desire.

  I feel him pulse within me as his climax overcomes him. He slumps over me and his extra weight causes my already wobbly legs to give out. We both fall to the bed gasping for breath, Mik on top of me with his softening cock still in me.

  "I can't breathe. You need to get off me, fat ass.”

  I giggle when he grumbles at me that he’s too relaxed to move.

  Rolling onto his back, his cock slips out of me and I whimper at the unexpected tenderness he leaves in his wake. He gathers me to his chest, planting kiss after kiss on my lips, my cheeks and my forehead.

  "I can't believe you let me fuck you like that. I was sure you were going to safe word. I only pushed the point because I wanted to prove that you could still trust me.”

  "I thought about saying it but I realized that I do trust you not to hurt me. Even though I'm still pissed at you, I’ve never stopped trusting you.”

  I flutter my eyelashes cheekily at him.

  “It felt good though, once I relaxed. I was pleasantly surprised.”

  “Don't you worry, I was fucking surprised at how good it is too.”

  I raise an eyebrow in disbelief at his statement. He cocks an eyebrow at me in return.

  “As if I'm the first woman, you've had anal sex with?” I ask him.

  “It's not something a man wants to do with some random whore so of course you're the first. Tonight’s moves were courtesy of YouTube.”

  He looks so earnest, and relaxed, that I don't even try to contain the laughter that overcomes me when I picture him watching YouTube videos and taking notes on how to have anal sex with your part time submissive, rape survivor fiancée. What category does a video like that come under?

  He pushes me on to my back, lowering his big body over mine. Planting kisses on my lips until I stop laughing, he murmurs against them.

  “I’m fucking glad you still trust me, Angel. It broke my heart when you said you didn't.”

  “I'm glad I do too. My world feels lopsided when we're not right.”

  Placing a hand on either side of his face, I pull his mouth back to mine and kiss him hard, dipping my tongue between his soft lips before nibbling on his bottom lip, neck and ear lobes. My insatiable man begins to rise again between my legs as I rub myself against him as we kiss. I pull away, smiling at him with faux innocence.

  “Let’s go and clean up babe. I’m exhausted and need some sleep with my big, handsome man wrapped around me.”

  He growls at my disingenuous suggestion before chasing me—after I scramble from our rumpled bed and run when I realize his intentions—into the bathroom to make use of the fourth erection I've given him tonight.

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  Lainey

  Present Day

  “Are you up for talking now?” I ask softly, happy that he’s finally awake.

  I've been awake for at least an hour, killing time by idly scrolling through Facebook on my phone while he snored lightly next to me. It's very unusual for me to wake before him and it's a testament to how thin he has been stretching himself over the last four days that I am.

  Rubbing his eyes and stretching his solid frame, his joints pop and his rippling muscles give me a very nice show. He yawns widely and loudly. I poke my finger into his gaping mouth and he gently clamps it between his teeth before sucking on it. Releasing my finger, he rolls on top of me and kisses me deeply.

  “I'll make coffee so you can get dressed. Not much talking’s gonna happen if you’re sitting there without a stitch on.” He chuckles to himself as he pulls his jeans on and heads for the kitchen.

  I lie in bed for a few more minutes staring at my phone, contemplating the ‘Engaged to’ relationship status that's been bugging me for the last ten minutes. I feel as if changing it would be petty even though we aren't engaged right now. “In a Relationship” doesn't encompass the depth of my feelings for Mik or the tattoos we share whilst ‘It's complicated’ just feels childish and ‘Not in a relationship’ isn't true.

  I throw my phone onto my bedside table in exasperation. I’m completely over the drama and worry. I want my life to go back to when I was blissfully ignorant and happy. If I could go back six days and face off with Brendan again, knowing what I know now, I would pull the trigger without batting an eyelid.

  By the time Mik returns with our coffees as well as some toast and cereal, I've managed to brush my teeth and hair and throw on some sweatpants and a singlet. In the spirit of fair play, I have foregone a bra. I feel it's only fair since he will be distractingly bare chested.

  After inhaling my coffee and breakfast, I plonk myself against the bed head and motion for Mik to sit next to me.

  “Alright, start talking, mister. I haven't seen you that wound up for a long time and I want to know, what the hell is going on?”

  As he leans against the bed head next to me, Mik throws his head back and stares at the ceiling.

  “You know that Beast is pissed off at me?”

  “Yeah, I do. I promise I've tried to tell him the truth and I've told Benji to fess up. He's in one of his moods and won't listen to me though.”

  “Well, Benji's another fucking issue I need to tell you about later. My biggest problem right now is that your father is deliberately undermining me at the table and he's making himself look like a dickhead doing it. He's losing the confidence of the table. Anyone with a brain knows there has to be a rat, otherwise how would the fuckers who grabbed you know that we were all at the Club and you were alone?”

  I shrug at his question. I haven't spent much time worrying about who helped Brendan since I’m too stressed that he is still out there to even delve that far into it.

  “Beast keeps telling me that I'm full of shit, that I'm making excuses for my fucking failure to keep you safe. Timber is the only one with enough balls to tell him he needs to listen to me but he's ignoring him too. Kyle, Lenny and Butch agree with me but won't challenge him. It's fucked, Angel. Absolutely fucked.”

  I wind my fingers through his to offer him some comfort. The other officers don't like going toe to toe with my Dad. It pains me to admit but he commands respect using fear even though my Pop warned him, many years ago, that it's not the right way to do it.

  Truthfully I can understand Kyle not backing Mik publicly but there is no excuse for Lenny the Secretary/Treasurer and Butch who’s the Road Captain to not have the balls to stand up. Lenny is my Dad’s older, less hot-headed brother and Butch is my mother’s brother. My uncles have held their positions for longer and are expected to keep my strong willed father in line.

  Leaning my head against my stressed Old Man’s shoulder, I sigh in frustration. I have little advice to give him because nobody can rationalize with my father when he gets like this. All
we can hope for is that he comes to his senses soon because now I've thought about it, I think Mik's right about the rat.

  “Maybe if Benji and I speak to him together, he'll calm down?”

  “Lainey, Benji is not on our side. All he’s worried about is covering his own arse.”

  “I know you're not happy with him at the moment but that's not a fair thing to say,” I protest. He shoots me a quelling look that tells me he's worried about my mental capabilities.

  “You need to wake up and smell the roses. Your brother is throwing both of us under the bus here! He's told Beast that I started him smoking weed, which led to him trying other shit. That's absolute bullshit! Yeah I shared a joint here and there with him as he got older but he was smoking well before that. He's also told Beast that we were fucking behind Brendan's back which is why Brendan was such a prick to you. That you brought half of the shit on yourself and his drug habit isn't as serious as we've made it out to be.”

  “What? You're not serious? He wouldn't say that about you when he knows that's not true? Plus we only slept together once before Brendan started blackmailing me and Benji has no idea about it. No one does!”

  Mik must be mistaken because my twin would not do this. We have an unbreakable bond and if one of us makes a mistake we own up to it, we don't deflect blame. All of my brothers and I have each other's back, we always have.

  “Lainey, how is Beast treating you?”

  I wrack my brain to remember the last time I spent any time with him. He was a bit standoffish with me but I put it down to worry about Joel and tiredness. To be honest, the residual embarrassment I’m feeling now he knows everything has kept me away from him as well. In light of what Mik's telling me, his behaviour could mean something entirely different.

  “You're right. He’s acting weird with me.”

  “Angel, your bloody twin is throwing you under the bus to keep himself out of the shit with Beast. He’s pinning everything on me. You've heard how he asked me to stay away from you until you finished university and I swore I would?”