Preacher Dom 2

by Lucian Bane

  Her hand raised, and soft fingers slid into his hair with a sweet mmm. “You’re up early.”

  “I am,” he replied, enjoying dawn’s slow reveal of this woman in his bed. “I’m gonna shower, you wanna rest some more? I can bring you coffee and breakfast.” He nipped along her arm with his lips, desperate to fuck her. But he was sure he’d been too rough with her on their first time. Like an animal deprived of food for too long.

  She pushed her ass into his cock then reached around and gripped it in her warm hand, drawing his pained groan. Fucking heaven to feel her touch him. “Shower,” he barely said.

  “Can’t we…” She stroked him with delicate perfection.

  “I don’t want to overdo it,” he whispered.

  She gave a light snicker followed by a deep moan. “I can take it. You forget my experience. I have serious stamina.” Immediate sickness filled him, and she sucked in a breath, sitting up. “Oh geeze.” She covered her breasts with a lowered head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like it was something to be proud of.”

  “Stop,” he said, pulling her back down for a full-frontal connection. “I don’t want to hurt you, that’s all.” He stroked her head on his chest and slid his other hand down her back to her ass. “And this…” he filled his hand with the firm flesh, squeezing and pressing her into him. “…is so fucking beautiful.”

  She made a sudden squeak. “Gosh darn, I need to pee!”

  Daniel smiled, loving those words while she was naked on him. He’d get to hear everything, discover all her secrets. Nothing about her would be hidden from his sight or mind. Or body.

  “We can shower together?” she asked.

  Her hesitancy made his cock twitch with the need to wipe all doubt from her pretty mind about whether he wanted to be in a shower with her or not. “Only if you let me fuck you in it. Especially since I just had a full-blown fantasy about it.”

  She sucked in a breath and slid off him, biting her lip while tugging him up. “You? A Preacher? Fantasizing about me? A… recovering angel?”

  He stood and pulled her in his embrace, kissing her neck. “Recovering angel?” He licked up and down the column of her neck. “No truer words have ever been spoken.” He cradled the other side of her head as he opened wide and drew the soft skin of her neck into his mouth. He sucked, at first slowly, his intensity growing with the sounds she made. Like she’d never felt that before. The idea created a volatile hunger and he increased his vigor, pulling the muscle deeper into his mouth. She pulled at his hair, her hand back on his cock, no longer delicate. Fuck, he needed to do a hundred more things to her, see what else she’d not felt before. The idea he’d be her first lit him up.

  He finally pulled up, winded while staring at the red hickey he’d made. He stroked the hot mine mark while thrusting his cock into her firm grip. “I am guilty for fantasizing all about you. But I’m not ashamed.”

  They both startled at the knock on the door. “Daniel?”

  “Yeah?” he called, his eyes zeroing in on the door handle to make sure it was locked.

  “We have company coming in two hours. Should I wake Nineveh?”

  “Two hours,” he barely whispered, pained at the idea of sharing her so soon. “I’ll wake her,” he called, looking down at Nineveh to find a worried face. “Be out in about thirty minutes,” he called out. “ Or an hour,” he whispered, kissing her nose.

  “Well, I need a few supplies, you think you can run for them?”

  He lifted his head, sighing. “Yes, ma’am,” he called. “Nineveh can come with me.”

  “I gotta list on the counter,” she said, her voice getting fainter.

  “What do we do?” Nineveh whispered, her fingers tracing over the flames of his tattoo.

  “About what?”

  “She doesn’t know. About… me and you.”

  “I don’t care, other than I want to tell her the good news together.”

  She searched his face, understanding threatening to dawn on her. “Are you telling her… I’m your… protégée?”

  He kissed her worried lips, grinning while liking hearing it out of her mouth. “No, that’s between me and you. Our little private deal.”

  “Oh,” she barely said, sounding lost. “So, what will you tell her?”

  He pulled up at hearing maybe concern. “Do you have a preference?” He really didn’t. “Just so the whole world knows you’re not available. That you’re taken. By me.”

  She suddenly had her hand on his cock again, pulling on his neck till he met her devouring lips. Every muscle locked on to the perfect stroke along his cock, forcing his groan right in her mouth. “Take me now,” she begged, her hand moving along his entire length at a mind-blowing pace.

  He needed her pussy doing that. He gripped her leg and lifted her, pulling and thrusting his cock toward her heat.

  They both groaned at another knock. “I forgot to mention that Josh is bringing his sister. Remember Tammy? She’s supposed to come early and help us with preparations, bless her heart. I was thinking she and Nineveh could be friends.”

  “Fuck,” Daniel grit, rolling his eyes. “Okay,” he called.

  “What?” Nineveh wondered.

  “Nothing, I just don’t want company.” He wasn’t ready to tell her that Tammy was a bigger slut than her brother. But then, she could’ve changed.

  “Is she… does she… I mean. Why is she coming, you think?”

  “Who knows. It’s like a family town around here.” Daniel grabbed her hand on his cock and slid it along his length to the very base. He was ready to turn those worry lines on her face into ecstasy. “In the shower. Now.”

  “Mmm,” she purred, smiling as he lifted her in his arms. “You’re going to make me?”

  “If you let me, yes.” He pushed the bathroom door open as she laughed.

  “What does that mean, if I let you?”

  “It means you always have the right to say no. But if you say yes,” he set her on the floor, eyeing her as his cock twitched with the threat on his tongue. “You will obey.”

  “Oh my,” she whispered, smiling with a twinkle in her eyes. “I do say yes.”

  “You do? Are you sure?” he asked, turning the shower on and glancing at her over his shoulder.

  “Why wouldn’t I be?”

  Daniel faced her, the steam already filling the small room along with her instant fear. Which reminded him. “We need a safe word,” he said, holding her gaze.

  “Why?” she wondered, her brows narrowed with a betrayal that pained him. He’d said she didn’t need one, but then he’d prayed about it and realized they did.

  “Because you have to ask why.” He watched her clam up, crossing her arms at her stomach. He pointed at it. “And because of that.”

  “Because of what?”

  “You being nervous with me.” He shook his head at her in forewarning. “I know the bastard that hurt you can’t be erased off the face of the Earth like I’d like. But when the shit he's done to you steps a foot into our life, I’ll be there to meet it. And crush it.” He pulled her hand away from her body, feeling the resistance in her muscles. “We need a safe word because that’s what I’ll use to learn what I need to know. I don’t need it to know how much pain you can take for my pleasure. This isn’t about me. It’s about you. And how much pleasure I can give you with pain. With me, the pain serves the pleasure.” He shook his head with absolution, wanting to drill this into her heart, mind and soul. “Never… ever… should the pleasure, become servant to the pain.”

  She stepped into his body and wrapped her arms around him. “Okay,” she whispered, her body trembling. “I’ll try.”

  He kissed the top of her head and stroked it with a hand. “You trust me?”

  She nodded against his chest and he stepped backwards into the shower while holding her still. He gave an involuntary groan at the wet heat spraying his back and shoulders.

  “I don’t… know a-a good… safe word,” she said, still shaking.<
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  “How about we go with something sensible. Like… stop.”

  She gave a weak smile and nodded, her eyes lowering over his chest. She parted her lips and licked them, reminding Daniel of what he’d set out to do with her. Not just make her his but make her new. He’d planned to use her past in order to do that. He’d show her how it was supposed to be. Should’ve been.

  “Wash me,” he said, his voice low and steady as he placed his hands on the shower walls.

  She looked up at him, desire weighing her eyelids. “Yes sir,” she said, telling him she remembered their agreement and intended to be a good student.

  “Good girl,” he said back, reaching for the liquid soap and handing it to her. “Start with my cock.”

  She took the bottle from him with a “Yes sir” and opened the cap. She poured a half dollar amount in her palm then shut it and Daniel returned the soap to the shelf while she rubbed both palms together.

  With great precision, she took soft hold of his cock in both hands and stroked along the length slowly. Heat rushed to pulsate under her every finger, making Daniel fight to not close his eyes. He normally did on the rare occasion he jacked-off, but now he needed to see her. Right there, real, touching him.

  He soon realized she was teasing him, avoiding the head, making him thrust his hips in hunger for it. Her other hand slipped between his legs, her delicate fingers stroking eagerly over his balls. Daniel filled the shower with lustful grunts when she began stroking every fucking inch beyond. He placed his foot on the shower wall, giving her full access to every bit, hungry to see how far she’d take it.

  His breath left him with a “fuck” when her fingers again stroked his balls then clear to his ass. She raised her gaze to his while pressing small circles right on the tight flexing muscle. “Fucking Christ,” he grit, rolling his hips into her tight hand. She finally circled the head of his cock, filling Daniel with a surge of reckless power. “Get on your knees.”

  The order shook as he watched her lower to the floor with her sweet “Yes sir.”

  Daniel turned and rinsed himself well before facing her again, water dripping down his body and face. Lust burned him from the inside out as he placed his palms on the wall again. “Suck my cock.”

  “Yes sir,” she said even as she reached for it. He watched her, letting her do it her way this time. The idea to command her in sex had been a foreign one, but now, fuck, it was like his first language. He loved it. So much that he feared it.

  She sucked his cock with such a delicate hunger at first. Nibbles with her innocent lips and the tiniest flicks of her tongue.

  She made it so fucking hot, Daniel knew what he had to have. “You’re going to suck me till I come. I want it in your mouth,” he bit out with a hiss, his hands holding her head now. “But only if you fucking say. Yes or no?” he ordered.

  She nodded with a frantic moan, her hand sliding between his legs and sneaking between his ass again. He liked that fucking part of her, too.

  “Do it, do whatever the fuck you want, whatever you need, I’m all yours, baby.” Daniel gripped her head tighter stifling a growl when she raked her nails along his inner leg, pushing him open more. “Fuck.” He released her head, not trusting himself and gripped the wall, watching the magnificent way she sucked him, her mouth turning into a tight torment on the head of his cock. “Suck it, yes, suck it good.”

  She renewed her vigor, lips focused on riding that ridge while her tongue licked fire onto his slit. She wet her finger on his precum and returned it to his ass to prod and press while her mouth delivered rapid fire sucks to the rim of his cock. “Nineveh, fuck Christ.” She dove on his length suddenly, burying him in her fucking tight throat. He strained on non-stop growls, seething for it as he raised his foot higher on the shower, back to gripping her head. His fingers tightened, grabbing hair as his orgasm built to a burning volcano. “Don’t fucking stop, don’t you fucking stop, just like that, like that in your fucking mouth.”

  Daniel’s head went back as his mind spun in the fire. He fought to give her more access to what she was doing to him, she was breaking him down into something he’d never been.

  He bucked his hips, back to watching her, his orgasm right fucking there, biting down hard in his ass and balls. And then it hit him in his chest, stealing his strength. “I need to fuck you!”

  He pulled her up and pushed her against the wall, shoving her leg up. “Climb,” he ordered, breathless.”

  She grunted and strained as he helped her on his waist where she held herself up with her muscular thighs. “Yes,” Daniel groaned, sliding his cock along her slit. She sank down on him right as he thrust into her.

  Using the shower wall for her support, he gripped her hips and moved himself in and out of her heat, drawing forth his orgasm again. When he got that volcano boiling, he pinned her upper arms to the shower and used the momentum of his bucking hips to keep her up. The glory of gravity forced her harder onto the head of his dick until her cries peaked and the animal he’d become filled the shower with ragged growls.

  “Daniel! Daniel!”

  It was the trigger he needed, and it sent him over the edge, a missile bursting in a sea of heavenly fucking Nineveh. His every thrust came with a stifled roar, as he fought to get as deep inside of her as he could, all the way to her soul. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight to him and holding her up as he emptied everything he was into her.

  Holy shit. Holy, holy shit. He turned and leaned against the wall, rubbing his face against hers, listening to the sound of their moans harmonizing. All he could think was how good they sounded together. How perfect their voices matched in ecstasy. And how it was time for her first actual session as his Protégée.

  “Your turn.”

  Chapter Four

  Nineveh’s stomach clenched at the dire threat in his tone as lowered her to stand on weak legs. “Hold onto the wall.”

  “Yes sir,” she gasped, reaching her hands out. “I…I can’t reach.”

  He answered with only a groan as he smeared liquid soap all over her tits, his touch hungry and aggressive, his face set in something she’d not seen in him before. Almost primal lust. It wasn’t as scary as it was new to her. She’d never seen him look like that. He’d always been… not soft but… not this. Like… a man uncovering things that made him into something he’d never been before.

  But according to his history, he’d never really been with a woman, not like this.

  Though he sure seemed to know a lot for a man who’d said he’d not known a thing. She didn’t want to doubt him, but her brain threw it all up as red flags. The kind she was so used to ignoring, the kind she swore to God she’d never ignore again.

  But then… the way he touched her. The things he said. No man had ever done or said these things. Did it matter if he’d lied about his experience? His hands slid over her arms and at her wrists he lifted them and put them around his neck, convincing her, no, it didn’t matter. As long as he meant everything he did with her now, everything he said to her, that’s what mattered.

  “I’m going to clean every inch of you. And then I’m going to eat your pussy while I fuck you with my fingers. You’ll beg and pull my hair.” His soapy hands slid over her pussy, feeling the entire length of her as he washed, making her moan. His hungry mouth covered hers with a groan. “But you won’t come until I say. Until you’ve begged nice and long.”

  “Yes,” she said, trembling and shuddering. “Punish me. I need it.”

  “You’ll get it,” he said with severity. “I’m going to finger-fuck this, too.” He pressed a finger at her ass.

  “Daniel,” she warbled, feeling drunk on his hot breath and touch.

  “You need to be punished,” he said, pressing in her ass barely. He pushed his knee between her legs and opened her.

  After he rinsed her thoroughly, she was up against the shower wall with his leg holding her knee up. “Punish me,” she barely said, crying out when he shoved a finger into
her pussy, pressing his knuckles against her body.

  Slow and deep, that’s how he fingered her, his breaths guttural as he followed her mouth with his, remaining right next to it. “Your fucking ass,” he shuddered, his finger on it, slightly pushing in. “Makes me want to commit sin. Murder the man that looks at it. Thinks about it.” His breaths filled her mouth as he placed his thumb against her clit, giving a lusty groan. “You’re close.”

  She opened her eyes, looking into his hot gaze. “So close, oh my God.”

  “Don’t fucking come.” He leaned, his lips barely touching hers. “Pump your clit against my finger.” He looked down, watching her before putting his mouth back at hers. “I saw you playing with your pussy. In the tub. I rubbed my cock while you fucking touched yourself. You called my name.”

  “Yes,” she confessed, sliding her fingers into his hair, pulling as she flicked her hips into his teasing touch.

  “Tell me what you were fucking thinking.”

  “Oh my God,” she cried, “I’m…”

  “Not yet,” he ordered, pulling his touch back a little while keeping his breaths thick on her mouth. “Tell me what you were thinking when you called my name.”

  She fought for air, staring into his eyes. The nameless power in those brown depths scared her, burned her. She’d never seen anything so brutal and beautiful aimed at her. “You were… spanking me.”

  He stared at her for several seconds, his breaths shuddering before he devoured her. His knee pushed into her inner thigh harder as his tongue plundered her mouth, fingers keeping pace in her pussy and ass now. She pulled his hair and squirmed against his thumb, bucking erratically for the exact pressure she needed. He pulled back and Nineveh clung to his neck for sheer support. “I want you in my bed.”

  She remembered what his Gramma said. “What about… company? I don’t want us to be late, your Gramma…”