Preacher Dom 2

by Lucian Bane

“We could park,” she said, smiling. “I’ve always wanted to park with a sexy guy.”

  He reached down and filled his hands with her ass and lifted her up. “I think I can hook you up.”

  “You’re so horny,” she whispered as he grinded her against his raging hard on.

  “A little.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I could make you come in thirty seconds.”

  He laughed, kissing her softly. “Really. I’d like to see that. Later.”

  She bit her smile and jumped up a little pecking him on his lips. It reminded him of that time she’d done that in the bed after he’d chased her. The need he’d had to kiss her then, hit him and brought his mouth to hers with exactly what he’d wanted to give her then. Two seconds of that stretched into a hot ten more until they were both breathing heavily with his mouth sliding along her jaw to her neck.

  The sound of voices floated into their erotic bubble and Daniel groaned. “Don’t tell me she’s already here.”

  Chapter Five

  “She?” Foreign feelings crashed inside of her, right next to the desire that flushed her cheeks.

  Wow. She hadn’t felt those feelings in a long time. Possessive. Jealous. More like fighting jealous. She’d forgotten all about that emotion. Hadn’t experienced it in so long while stuck in that nightmare.

  “What’s that look for?” he smiled, stroking her face.

  “I think I’m… I might be… What are you laughing about?”

  “You’re jealous?” He suddenly devoured her mouth, filling it with his breath and tongue and groan. “I like you jealous. Fucking makes me hard that you want me all to yourself. That it?”

  “Yes,” she moaned, not sure what she was agreeing to but was sure yes was the right answer.

  “I should fuck you right here while she’s in that next room.”

  “What? No,” Nineveh pulled back. “Why would you want to do that? You want her to hear?” She almost said like a threesome, or a voyeur.

  His smile faded. “No, I don’t want her to hear, I want you to know who I want more than anything, at any time, but especially when there’s a woman around that makes you insecure.” He put his hands on his chest. “I just want to reassure you, remind you who I belong to, who you belong to. Who I love.” She gasped at those words and he held her face. “Who I love more than I’ve ever loved anybody.”

  Tears flooded her eyes and again he devoured her mouth, his hands squeezing her breast with a hunger. His other slid over her pussy and plunged deep inside her, stealing her breath. She lifted her leg, giving him access, which made her desperate for more.

  A knock sounded on the door and Daniel spun her around and leaned her over the bed, ignoring it. “Put your ass in the air,” he ordered quietly.

  Her heart pounded in her womb and clit when she lay her upper body on the bed as a thrill coursed through her. Hard hands helped her get in position, pulling her to him.

  “Shhhh,” he barely said as he worked the head of his cock in.

  Nineveh clutched the covers and spread herself as best she could with her eyes shut and her mouth already open in preparation for what was coming. He shoved into her and she only managed to stifle half the cry. But then he fucked her in a way she never got her breath back, jerking her onto his cock with digging fingers, the head pounding against the deepest part of her. Soon, she couldn’t stifle the sharp moans muffled by the bed while their flesh met in rapid smacks.

  Daniel’s grunts grew louder, lustier, signaling the animalistic side of him she was growing to love. His thrusts ramped up, faster, turning her moans into stifled shrieks from the pleasure he detonated with every pound. When she thought it couldn’t get more intense, his pace turned frantic and his fingers dug harder seconds before his orgasm hit. The second it did, he held her hips tight to him, rolling his hips hard with feral growls that should have scared her. But nothing had ever aroused her more than hearing what she did to him, what she brought out of him. Something told her it had always been there, hiding inside the silence and control of his passions and lusts, waiting, craving to be unleashed.

  He suddenly pulled out of her then gave her a hard spank on her ass, making her yelp as she turned, breathless on the bed to look at him. Excitement ripped through her stomach at seeing the lust still burning in his eyes as he shook his head slowly at her. “You are officially my greatest weakness.”

  She took his extended hand and he helped her off the bed before pulling her body into a tight embrace. The feel of his hot strong arms wrapping her was heaven.

  “Don’t make that sound,” he said when she let out a whimpered moan.

  “I can’t help it.”

  “You ready for this? I’m not,” he whispered.

  “I’m ready for anything as long as I have you.”

  His mouth covered hers, kissing like he’d never be satisfied, like it made him only hungrier. “You’re perfect, you know that. So fucking perfect. Here’s the plan. You sneak to your room and get dressed. Modestly,” he ordered. “When you hear an uproar of talking, that’s your cue. Come immediately.”

  “Shouldn’t I wait like five minutes?” she wondered as he pulled his sheet off his bed and wrapped her in it.

  “No! Immediately. In case Tammy hasn’t changed, I don’t want her touching me.”

  “She touches?”

  “Like a fucking leech. And I don’t want to have to fight her off.”

  For some reason, his anger made Nineveh smile from ear to ear. “I’ll beat her off you, don’t worry. Or maybe I’ll watch how you handle it?”

  “Don’t,” he ordered, the look of warning clear in his beautiful mocha eyes as he opened the door a crack. “Go,” he whispered, urging her into the hall. “Immediately,” he reminded harshly as she hurried past the opening that lead to the main area. At the foot of the stairs she turned and found him watching her. She smiled and gave him a little wave before turning and tripping on the first step. The sheet fell, and she glanced back and stifled giggles at how he smiled with raised brows. The girl laughed from the other room, making Nineveh curiously nervous about what she looked like. What if she was beautiful?

  Nineveh wasn’t overly critical of herself, but she knew she was far from beautiful. She stuffed down the flood of insecurity as she hurried into her room and raced to the closet to get dressed. What to wear now?

  She didn’t have much and settled on showing off her best features—her ass—in white jean shorts. They weren’t modest like a dress, but they weren’t trampy. As for her tits, they weren’t so bad either, in the middle of big and small. Some would call that perfect, but she just considered them average. Until Daniel looked at them, then she felt like she could run for Miss America. If he were the only judge.

  The red halter she picked made her feel and look like a teenager in the mirror. Geez. Was that a good look for the occasion? She’d have to risk it. Hell, may as well embrace it. And she accomplished that with a high ponytail and ribbon. After a little make-up and a pair of earrings, she waited at the top of the stairs for Daniel’s cue.

  ****

  “Well it’s about cotton pickin’ time!” she heard Daniel’s Gramma cry from the top of the stairs.

  “Well, well, well, look at you.” At the sound of Tammy greeting him and Daniel returning it with a casual, “Hey Tammy,” Nineveh hurried down the steps then paused briefly.

  “I see the years have been kind to you. Cuter than I remember.”

  Nineveh entered with her plastered on smile. “What smells so good?”

  Daniel wasted no time. “Tammy this is Nineveh,” he introduced.

  “Perfect timing,” Gramma called from the kitchen on her right as Nineveh walked over to the smiling, beautiful as frikin’ fuck girl, and shook her outstretched hand.

  “Morning Gramma,” Nineveh tossed, eyeing Daniel’s backside as he made his way into the kitchen side of the room.

  “I was about to drag Tammy to the store with me since your lazy butts decid
ed to sleep till nine. Coffee?” she asked, her tone turning sweet as Nineveh took a seat at the island.

  “Yes, please,” Nineveh said, remembering to smile as Tammy sat two stools over from her.

  “So, this is the girl Josh can’t seem to stop talking about. And I can sure see why.”

  The compliment felt genuine and sent Nineveh back to awkward teenage years where she said weird things like “Thank you,” to things not necessarily requiring it.

  “Well, like I told him,” Gramma said, handing Nineveh a cup of coffee. “Whoever gets this pretty one will have to fight Daniel. He’s her rear guard you know.”

  “Oh? Like a body guard?” Tammy wondered, making Nineveh’s cheeks heat up as she took her first sip of coffee.

  Daniel made his way around Nineveh’s side of the island, making her nervous. “Yes, he’s like a body guard.” It was another one of her dumb, wrong answers.

  Instead of sitting next to her, Daniel went behind her. She waited for him to pass then jumped a little when his arms slid around her and pulled her into his chest. “More like a boyfriend,” he said, kissing her cheek softly and sending her eyes darting around with her erratic pulse.

  “Nothing wrong with boyfriends,” Tammy said. “One can never have too many of those.”

  “Nineveh can only have one,” Daniel said, sitting on Nineveh’s left.

  “Oh my.”

  Nineveh looked up to find Gramma smiling at them. Well, somebody got it at least. She was sure Tammy did too but chose to ignore it. It was like her first jab and Nineveh felt it clear to her jittery spine and stomach. What in the hell was wrong with her, she was bigger than this. Stronger.

  She just had no practice is all. The last time she’d had competition was when she wasn’t qualified to compete. And when she was qualified, there had never been anything worth competing for. Meanwhile, Tammy jabbered on about the good old days, making her feel even less able to compete.

  “And don’t forget that kiss you finally gave me,” Tammy said, snatching Nineveh’s full attention.

  “I didn’t give it,” Daniel muttered.

  She laughed, a high, clear, nerve biting sound. “That’s not how I remember it.”

  Sharp jealousy mixed with Nineveh’s inadequacy at hearing what sounded like lusty secrets once shared. It sent things flying through her head and producing words far from the confident woman she was struggling to be or pretend to be.

  Daniel stood suddenly. “Where’s that list. We’ll head out and get it.”

  “Right here,” Gramma said, turning to the fridge and snatching a paper off.

  Nineveh stood, ready to leave before she said something that made her look as insecure as she felt.

  “Need any help?” Tammy asked.

  “I’m sure Gramma does,” he said, taking Nineveh’s hand, his tone even as can be.

  “I sure as heck do,” Gramma said, helping Daniel’s cause. Whether she’d intended to or not wasn’t clear but judging by Daniel’s quick wink at Nineveh, maybe they had some kind of secret code.

  Once in the vehicle where Nineveh could breathe, Daniel closed the distance between them and stole her breath with a kiss. He took his time at her mouth, his tongue a gentle caress against hers, pausing occasionally to suck her lips between his. Meanwhile, Nineveh couldn’t shake the feeling they were being watched. He pulled back only a little to stare at her.

  “You kissed her?”

  Wow, where the hell did that come from?

  “I wouldn’t call it that,” he muttered, returning to his side and starting the car.

  She nodded, looking around. “I wished you’d told me.”

  “Why would I?” He backed out of the drive, his tone doing that even thing. She wondered if he did that when guarded.

  “Just… I don’t know,” she said, feeling stupid even while being upset. “I guess you shouldn’t. I just… like being prepared.”

  “Well in that case, yes, I kissed her.”

  Her stomach clenched at the words and no matter how stupid and silly she told herself it was, she couldn’t shake the anger of him putting his mouth on another woman. Girl. Probably twelve.

  “How old were you?”

  “Fifteen.”

  He remembered so well. “Sounded like a great kiss.”

  “It wasn’t.”

  “You remember it like it was,” she said, trying to hide her growing anger.

  “No,” he corrected lightly with an exact casualty, “I remember it like it was the worst thing I’d ever endured.”

  She wanted to know all about it and yet not a single thing. “Well that’s good to hear.”

  When he didn’t volunteer more, she couldn’t help herself. “Is there anything else she’ll be telling me that will make me want to kill her?”

  The lighthearted joke didn’t make him laugh and before she could wonder about it, she realized why. There was more.

  “I thought you were like… a virgin.”

  “I never said that.”

  Nineveh stared at him, her anger at him illogical. “Well, what the fuck did you do with her? You gonna make me beg it out of you?”

  “I was only fifteen,” he cried. “What do you think fifteen-year old’s do?”

  She gave an incredulous breath. “Well, when I was fifteen I was in school, I didn’t have a boyfriend, I can’t help you.”

  “I didn’t have a girlfriend either.”

  “But you kissed girls and did other things I don’t want to know but obviously need to know because I swear to fuck if she tells me I will lose my shit on you and whoever else is around.”

  The fact that he wasn’t laughing made her sick. It meant there was something he didn’t want to tell her. “You were just a kid,” she reminded herself.

  “I fingered her.”

  “Oh my God,” she said, sickness churning her stomach. “What did she do to you?”

  “Oral,” he muttered in that even tone.

  “Wow,” she barely whispered, not knowing what to do with the feelings gripping her. Did she have a right to be angry? About any of it? “You should have told me.”

  “I would’ve but…”

  “But?”

  “But I was kind of hoping she’d changed and wouldn’t bring it up.”

  That didn’t help. “And then you would both be knowing what you shared right in front of me, behind my back. Nice,” she muttered as they pulled into the parking lot of a small grocery store.

  He put the car in park, still not talking. They sat there in silence for what felt like a million seconds before he said, “You have no idea how much I wish it had never happened. How much I wish I hadn’t caved to the pressure of needing to fit in.”

  His dirty teenage confession brought a wave of guilt to her. Mostly because she’d obviously dredged up something he already hated himself for. And yet the idea that he hated it and yet liked it nagged at her.

  “I get what you’re feeling,” he said. “Even though I know you’ve had a shitty life and some of the worst experiences around sex…”

  She looked at him when he didn’t finish and found him staring between them with a tormented look. “The idea of any man touching you, and I don’t mean the hurting kind, I mean… just touching you, it… it’s like a knife in my chest that slowly cuts all the way to my gut, wraps around my intestines for a never-ending twist.” He finally looked at her, his eyes burning with that sincerity she’d grown to love about him. “I hate…” he said it like he never experienced so much of that emotion… “just the thought of it. And so… I get it. And as much as I wish I was a virgin, as much as I wish to fuck that no woman had ever touched me…”

  Nineveh lunged across the seat and kissed him, holding his face as he moaned in her mouth like he’d been starving for it. “We can help each other forget the past,” she whispered, stroking his face and running her fingers through his hair.

  “What past?” he whispered back, returning her kiss.

  ****

&nbs
p; “Fucking Josh is here,” Daniel muttered when they returned from the store. “Why can’t they just show up when it’s time to eat then leave?” He put the car in park and the sound of his jealousy stirred Nineveh’s arousal and made her want to show him who she belonged to.

  He glanced at her, his angry look getting worse. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  “Like what?” she cried, unable to not smile.

  “Like you’re fucking aroused.”

  A weird teenaged shame came over her and she looked out the window, not sure what to do with it or herself. “I just never… I never had a guy that was so jealous. That wants me like you do.”

  “I don’t just want you,” he said, his voice hard. “I want to be the only one that wants you. Which is obviously a tad illogical and psychotic.”

  She couldn’t stop from giggling. “Do you think it’s… sinful that I love it?”

  She chanced a look at him and found a breathtaking heat in his gaze. “You love it?” he muttered.

  Her smile faded under his brutal desire as she nodded. “I love it more than anything.”

  “I love spanking your ass.”

  Her heart rate tripled in one second. “Is that a confession?” she breathed out, her clit throbbing in the sudden absence of oxygen.

  “I think so.”

  “Do you… think it’s a sin to… spank it?” She was almost afraid to hear the answer.

  He only continued to burn her with his stare. “The things I like doing… to you… what I want to do…” his gaze lowered to her mouth. “I don’t know what they are. I’ve never… experienced anything like it.”

  “Tell me,” wanting to know but especially wanting to hear him say it.

  He slowly closed his eyes as though the torment was too much to bear. “I like commanding you.”

  Her heart galloped at hearing how badly he liked it. “You sound… worried.”

  “I am.”

  His conviction only confused her more. “Why?”

  He sat back with a sigh, looking around. “Because when I’m doing it… I’m overcome.”

  “With… what?”

  “With that. With commanding you. Making you. Watching you submit to it. Wanting to see it.”