Preacher Dom 2

by Lucian Bane

  She slowly lowered her hands again, nodding.

  “Do you know why I have you blindfolded?” he asked, wanting her to understand his reasons for what he did, what it meant to him.

  She barely shook her head. “Not… really.”

  Daniel reached for her hands and gently took them in his. “To help you learn faith,” he said softly. “Faith is like… a blind muscle. We use it when we can’t see anything. And we learn to see with our inner eyes.” He stroked the soft skin of her hands with his thumbs. “And I want you to know… with all that you are, that when you’re with me and its dark… that you’re safe. Because I’m here with you. And I am saying to you that… I would give my life to protect you.”

  Daniel bought her hands to his lips and kissed them at seeing tears roll down her cheeks below the blindfold. “Do you know what I want to do? Tonight?” He kissed each finger now.

  “No… sir,” she said, her voice quivering.

  “I want to do what I’ve longed to since the day you showed yourself to me,” he whispered. “Since the moment you opened your heart and soul to me.” He slid his lips along her knuckles. “I want to make you mine. Do you want me to do that?”

  She sputtered pants before managing, “Yes Sir.”

  “Do you know what else I need to do?” he asked, moving closer to her.

  “No, sir,” she barely whispered.

  He took soft hold of her face. “I need to draw up our contract.” He placed a kiss on her left cheek. Then right. “I need to write it in your flesh. With my flesh.”

  “Daniel,” she exclaimed weakly as he placed small kisses along her forehead next.

  “Do you want that?”

  “Yes,” she strained. “So much.”

  All the fire from before, returned to Daniel and lit him up. “I want you to lay down for me.”

  “Yes sir.”

  Her eager rush of words burned him as he helped her carefully onto the bench. Moving to stand next to her, staring. Naked before him. For him. “So beautiful,” he whispered as need and desire brought him to his knees. “Put your arms over your head.”

  She obeyed, and Daniel stared at the perfect shape of her breasts, his eyes slowly moving up. He slid his fingers along her arms, his breaths labored with hunger. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” He lowered and placed a soft kiss on her parted lips, receiving her gasp. “Just the sight of you steals my breath.” He stroked her face, watching her turn into his touch. “I’ve been on fire for you. Being burned alive. Feels like I’ve wanted you…needed you… forever.” Daniel pulled back to stare again at her beauty. He grazed her lips with his fingers, moving slowly down her neck.

  “Daniel,” she whimpered, his touch discovering the outer swell of her breast.

  “All that I will say to you tonight… and do to you…” He grasped her breasts, gently forcing her nipples higher along with her cries. “…will be bound inside your body.” He kept a tight hold of the nearest breast and circled the full nipple with a finger, winded with desire. “Do you understand the meaning of our bond Nineveh?”

  “Yes,” she rasped, her entire body arching and writhing for more of his touch.

  ****

  Nineveh couldn’t breathe. She’d never in her life felt like this.

  Daniel stroked a finger over her lower lip and called up such a hunger in her. “Nineveh,” he whispered. “Your body is all mine, do you understand?”

  Oh God, yes. “Yes,” she sighed, melting at those words, melting more when his finger returned to circling around her nipple.

  “It belongs to me. To do what I desire. When I desire it. How I desire it. And you… Nineveh, are my desire,” he said, sounding hungry. “Do you understand?”

  “Daniel, yes,” she croaked, arching her back, reaching for more of his too delicate touch. His teasing finger slowly glided over her stomach, aiming for the throb between her legs. She obeyed the fire inside when it commanded her to open for him. Pulling her knees up, she opened her legs as wide as she could.

  “Fucking yes,” he whispered, his fingers stroking all along her inner thighs before slowly grazing her entire slit. “There is no other woman but you. Ever. Do you understand?”

  “God, yes, yes.”

  “Damn,” he said, his breaths thick as he explored her entrance carefully. “So fucking tight and hot. So fucking beautiful. My eyes belong to you, Nineveh. No other.” He slid his finger slowly inside her with a lusty moan. “Your nakedness is only nakedness I want to see. No fucking other. Are you hearing me?” he shuddered, grabbing a handful of her breast and squeezing with a delicious force.

  “Oh God, yes,” she begged, weakly. “Please, don’t stop.”

  “All that I am, all of me, is only for you.”

  He shoved his finger in deep and she murmured his name over and over as he explored that burning place inside. His breaths became ragged with his discovery, turning her moans into sharp cries. “Fucking Christ, you’re crucifying me,” he whispered, pulling his finger slowly out and gliding the wet tip over her hard clit.

  Nineveh squirmed, fighting to keep her hands where he ordered as the delicious flames caused her hips to pulse and thrust and lusty hisses to escape her.

  “My body was created for you.” He shoved his finger back in with a growl, exploring the very end of her with more of those dominant strokes. “Your pleasure is my pleasure.” He pulled out and thrust in again, harder. This time he didn’t stop, he fucked her with his finger, his strokes turning faster, hungrier. “My pleasure is your pleasure.”

  She was going to come, oh God, she was going to come all over his finger.

  “But I have command over both. Do you understand?”

  Daniel’s rough words came between thick grunts as he fingered her without mercy. She could only answer with high pitched wails as she fought to keep her hands clasped together above her head. He suddenly slid his thumb into her mouth, sparking a desperate need to devour him. She sucked and licked and bit, moaning all over him as she did.

  He withdrew himself from her, almost instantly, and Nineveh bolted upright with worry. “Daniel?”

  He suddenly gripped her face and she startled, latching on to his arms as he devoured her mouth. His ragged breaths filled her, followed by thick groans of lustful, guttural passion that screamed undone. God, yes. He was undone, and it had Nineveh on her knees in desperate, wanton submission, just like she craved, just like she needed.

  Again, he pulled back abruptly, leaving Nineveh blind and struggling for air. The sound of his labored breaths moved from left to right, like he was pacing. What was he doing? “I wanted to make love to you first,” he said, keeping his distance while sounding like things weren’t going as he’d planned.

  “Okay,” she whispered, her body on fire and tingling still. “Whatever you want. The order of it doesn’t matter, does it? I can... I can maybe suck your cock then we can make love?”

  “That’s not what I fucking want,” he bit, breathing hard and still pacing she could tell.

  “What do you want?”

  When the sound of his breaths paused before her, she instinctively rose to her knees, feeling the heat of his shudders right on her mouth. “I want to devour your pussy till you come all over my face, that’s what I want,” he said right at her lips. “To taste your first climax on my tongue, all while I give fervent praise to God for the impossible gift. Do you understand what kind of divine gift you are to me?”

  “Oh God,” she barely whispered, trembling at the severity in his beautiful words. Never had she felt so... desirable. So important and special. She quickly lowered on the bench and lay back a little. Opening her legs in the most nasty, provocative way possible, she whispered, “I’m all yours. As you please. When you please.”

  Chapter Three

  Daniel dropped to his knees before her, the sight of her open like that filling him with an almost violent passion. He stroked his hands along the silky white of her thighs until his thumbs stroked her as
s and his fingers stroked over her wet, open folds. “Fucking pussy is so beautiful,” he moaned, lowering his face and sliding his lips along the softest part of her inner thigh. He didn’t stop until his lips slid right over her pussy where he moved them back and forth, feeling her lips with his in every possible direction.

  “Please,” she gasped, squirming under his mouth.

  “You can use your hands,” he whispered, sliding his tongue along her slit for his first lick. “Fucking Christ,” he croaked, moaning as her fingers scraped along his scalp. He slid his tongue inside her, pushing his face against her until he created a fucking motion, fighting to taste as deep as he could.

  “Daniel, Daniel,” she shuddered, pulling his hair.

  He gripped her hips tight in both hands and jerked her against his mouth with sharp grunts.

  “Oh my God,” she screamed.

  The more she wriggled, the tighter he gripped and the faster her ate at her. He slid his mouth up to her clit and pressed his lips in, sucking carefully at first. As her cries slowly peaked, he moaned against her, increasing his pace and suction.

  “Daniel!”

  Pressing his mouth tighter, he sucked harder while flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue, bringing her orgasm. And what a fucking orgasm. Daniel rode her pleasure, determined not to be thrown off as she bucked, her legs clamping down on his head. He lifted her ass, growling and holding on tight as he sucked every fucking bit of pleasure from her beautiful body, not letting her escape.

  ****

  Hunger ravaged Nineveh as she lay there with Daniel still clamped between her legs, his lips nibbling softly as she fought for air. In all her times with men… never. Never ever. Dear God, she had no idea so much pleasure could be had. Is that what he was trying to get out of her? That? She’d never have been able to answer such a thing because she’d never experienced it. It had always been about pleasuring men for her. Not that she didn’t wanted to be pleasured but… she couldn’t seem to earn enough do-good-points to get any in return. She didn’t even realize she’d quit wanting it along the way. She thought she’d just been wrong about it. That she wasn’t really supposed to have it and had dreamed it up in her fantasy land with the rest of the D/s folklore.

  Daniel had just proved otherwise and… God, the feel of him between her legs, still… his soft hair in her fingers, the sounds of hunger he still made.

  “My turn?” she asked between breaths.

  He answered with a pained, sexy moan that made her desperate to pleasure him. It was one thing she was confident that she was good at too.

  “It would only be fair,” he said, kissing his way up her body. He stopped at her breasts, moaning with renewed hunger as he licked and sucked both, his hands squeezing them possessively. He reached up and slid the blindfold off as he continued to light a new fire in the pit of her stomach with his tongue and teeth on her nipples.

  He suddenly pulled up and stood next to her and she gasped, her eyes devouring his naked body before homing in on his cock, “Oh dear God,” she whispered, her hot gaze riveted to the way he grabbed the base of his hard-on and squeezed. She slowly got on her knees before him, trying to appear obedient. “Command me to do anything you want.”

  He shook his head, his eyes blazing. “What do you want?” he barely managed between thick breaths. “You want my cock?”

  She stared right at it and nodded. “Yes sir.” Last thing she cared about was how desperate she sounded.

  “How do you want it?”

  “However, you…” she remembered he wanted what she wanted. “I want it deep… in my mouth.”

  She watched his eyes roll shut as he clasped his hands behind his head. “I don’t know if I can take that,” he said. “I wanted my first orgasm while making love to you.”

  The idea of him making love to her suddenly jumped to the top of her need to have now list. “I’m ready.”

  She stood on the bench and wrapped her arms around his neck and Daniel lifted her in his arms, kissing her while he did. “In my bed?” he whispered, making his way to the door with her.

  “Yes,” she whispered back, fighting to taste him. “Where’s Gramma?”

  “Bingo,” he moaned, grunting when he ran into a wall taking a corner too quick.

  “Let me,” Nineveh said, reaching for the door handle when they made it to his room. She finally turned the knob enough and he shoved it open then kicked it shut, sucking at Nineveh’s mouth the entire time.

  He stopped long enough to lock the door and she devoured the corded muscles along his neck. “You’re so beautiful,” she moaned, tasting him non-stop.

  The bed suddenly hit her back and his body covered hers bringing satisfied sounds from them both at the glorious connection. His cock pressed into her inner thigh and Nineveh’s fingers stroked along his hard buttocks right as they flexed with his thrusting grunt. She lifted her legs and wrapped them at his waist, racing her fingers up the thick muscles then back down to his butt while reaching between them and sliding his cock along herself.

  “God, fuck yes,” he gasped.

  “Make love to me Daniel,” she breathed around his tongue barely able to think.

  “I can’t do gentle,” he said, shaking his head and shoving her face aside. She cried out when the head of his cock pushed into her opening as his teeth scraped along her neck with his growl. “I’m going to fuck you,” he croaked, like he regretted being unable to go slow.

  “Fuck me,” she begged, desperate to have him exactly that way. She liked the idea of slow and tender but preferred what caused his muscles to tremble and his breaths to thicken to hot rasps.

  He slid his hands under her shoulders and latched his fingers right as he plunged deep inside her. “Oh God!” His mouth was right on hers as he thrust long and deep inside her until she writhed and met his thrust, her hands on a frantic mission to feel the shake and tremble in his every muscle.

  “Nineveh,” he strained, his forehead moving to her shoulder as he picked up speed and force. His strokes were still long and deep while his fingers bit into her shoulders every time he shoved into her. He lifted his upper body and watched himself, his grunts lustier than ever as he rolled his hips slowly. “You’re fucking pussy… so tight on my cock,” he grit, again picking up speed.

  Nineveh fingered the straining muscles in his arms as the head of his cock hammered into her. “Daniel!” she nearly shrieked from the overwhelming power. “Oh God, oh God!”

  Daniel’s body locked up with an intense orgasm, his thrusts turning deep and hard again as he pulled her tight against his body. Nineveh felt every one of his growling breaths vibrate into her and by the time he slowed, a non-stop “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” fluttered from her.

  Daniel’s breaths slowed as he lay half on her, his groans still thick and soaking into her skin. “Fucking heaven,” he gasped, pushing his face into hers and rubbing softly. “I was supposed to make you swear to me,” he said, still winded. “That you will never keep your desires from me. Your deepest fantasies.”

  “I solemnly swear it,” she vowed, sliding her legs along his slick sides and back, moaning. “You are so sexy, I can’t believe you’re mine. You are mine, right?” she double checked, breathless.

  He answered her with a devouring kiss, his fingers gripping her jaw then sliding over her neck all the way to her breast for a tight squeeze. “I thought I made that irrefutably clear earlier,” he declared, lifting and looking at her.

  “Right,” she said, biting her smile. “I might have a short memory.”

  He slowly smiled back, sliding his lips on hers. “You need a lot of reminding?”

  “Yes,” she smiled.

  “Good, I need a lot of excuses to remind you.”

  “Remind me what?”

  He chuckled. “That you’re all mine.”

  “Ahh. Poor you, you have no owner?”

  He slid his fingers along her face, lying next to her. “And I can’t believe you’re mine,” he
said, turning serious as he got up on his elbow to study her. He slid his fingers along her face over and over. “All mine.”

  “Forever?”

  He locked gazes with her long enough to steal her breath before kissing her. “And ever.”

  He suddenly pulled up and Nineveh looked to the right, gasping for air.

  “Oh no, what?” he wondered softly.

  She shook her head, wiping her eyes and trying to give him a smile but instead a sob came. “Shit, sorry,” she whispered, covering her mouth. She didn’t know what else to do but wrap her arms around his neck.

  He pulled her so tight against him, tighter than any man had ever hugged her in her life which brought more sobs. “My sweet angel,” he crooned, holding her on top of him and sliding his hands possessively along her body. “All fucking mine. Every bit of you. Every day. All day. To cherish, to protect. To love to the point of psychotic obsession.”

  Laughter mixed in with her sobs and he gobbled at her neck, making her squeal. “I’m so happy, Daniel,” she said, breaking into sobs again. “Thank you, God, thank you so much for giving me Daniel.”

  ****

  Daniel lost track of how many times he woke to Nineveh’s disturbed sleep. They started out with tiny grunts that came erratically. He laid his hand on her, praying, reminding the devil who she belonged to now. He always ended up waking her. He couldn’t stand the sound of her stuck some place and not knowing she was safe, even in her dreams.

  “You’re safe, I have you,” he’d always say, covering her body with his leg and tucking her tight to him. She’d snuggle as close as she could each time with sounds that set his heart and cock on fire. They weren’t erotic sounds as much as safe sounds. And that apparently was fucking arousing for him.

  But then everything about her aroused him. He thought his attraction had been intense before, but now that he didn’t have to hold back, it flooded out all over, like a broken dam. The lust that raged inside him felt like a bull under his ass growing stronger by the minute.

  On the last bad dream she had, Daniel couldn’t go back to sleep. He carefully got up on his elbow and watched her sleep, stroking her hair to the side and studying every feature of her peaceful profile. She was his. He lowered his mouth to her shoulder, barely kissing as love filled his chest.