Preacher Dom 2

by Lucian Bane

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  “He’s fine,” Nineveh said when Daniel checked his phone for the fifth time.

  “Until I hear it from his mouth…”

  “You’re hard headed,” she said softly, hating how tense he was still. “The doctor assured you three times he’d be out galivanting in a week’s time.”

  “Yeah, galivanting,” Daniel muttered.

  Nineveh didn’t say another word. Josh escaped with only a broken nose and split eye brow. He’d be galivanting, but he might not be the cock of the walk after an ass-beating like that. Daniel’s guilt was tangible and Nineveh thought that was pretty amazing coming from a life that was cruel and without regret or remorse for wrong.

  “And I’m hard headed?” he chided. “And your safe-word is?”

  She rolled her eyes, putting her foot on the dash of his Gramma’s car. “Petulant?” She let her head loll toward him with a smile. “But you already gave me one. Stop.”

  “Yeah, I gave you one. How about you give me one. Your safe word should come from you.” He angled a hard look at her. “The point is,” he muttered… “is you’re the hard headed one. And today is your deadline for finding a safe word.”

  “Why can’t you pick it?” she cried. “I don’t want to pick it. Cut me some slack on this. You pick, and I’ll go with it.”

  “My name should be your safe word.”

  She snorted a laugh. “Definitely a bad idea.”

  “I know, but it should.”

  “You’re right, and you’re safe, so why do we need a word again?”

  “Because…” Daniel sighed and for the first time she heard something in it that might have more to do with him and less to do with her. She lowered her gaze to his hips when he slid them forward in the seat. God, he was hard, which was evidence that her hunch was right.

  “Because what? Tell me.”

  He grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, staring out. “I want… to…” He slowly shook his head with a sound of frustration.

  “You want to see how much I can take?”

  “No,” he said, shaking his head like he didn’t like her thinking that. “I want to see you… trusting me, I want to know your every pain and pleasure to exact measure.” He let out a light laugh, shaking his head. “I told you I’m… I’m obsessed with everything about you, I want to be inside your mind, your every--”

  “Preacher.”

  “I’m not preaching, I’m—”

  “That’s my safe word. Preacher.”

  She met his hot gaze and her stomach fluttered all the way to her clit at the idea. Already her mind filled with scenarios where she’d be required to say that word. Preacher. Her safe word. “It’s perfect.”

  “Why?” he wondered, his voice thick with what filled the air.

  “Because… that’s the man who saved me. That’s the man who will always save me.”

  His stare continued to burn straight to her soul. “And every time you say that word…I get to pray for you.” Her lips parted with desire, loving the idea of him praying for her. “You like that,” he said, seeming to be just as turned on by it.

  “Very much.”

  He looked around, then started the car.

  “What… where we going?”

  “Somewhere I can fuck you.”

  The way he said the word brought a moan to her throat. “Like where?” she said, her mouth dry with need.

  “Somewhere I can do whatever I need to.”

  “You want to make me say my safe word?” .

  “More than anything.”

  Chapter Seven

  They decided on his bedroom. And by the time he locked the door, she was out of her mind aroused with the vibes coming from Daniel. He hadn’t said a word since they decided the location and his every touch held an aggression that had her breaths at a mild panting that she fought to hide. She’d also spent the last five minutes imagining the things he’d do to bring her to use that beautiful word.

  “What’s wrong?” she wondered, watching him stand there with his head down.

  He shook it barely. “I can’t decide what I want more.”

  She swallowed, her heart racing. “Maybe… I can help. Tell me what you want the most.”

  He looked at her, his gaze burning hot. “Your ass. In every way imaginable.”

  Her clit ached with the hunger in his hot words. “I’m ready.”

  “Good,” he said, already removing his t-shirt. His flexing muscles gave the illusion that his lion tattoo had come alive, and her mind saw it as the animal he became, bringing a moan. She watched his hands at his pants, fixed on his bulging cock. “Turn around.”

  She slowly turned and waited, breathless for his next command. She remembered her “Yes sir” and said it as she stood perfectly still.

  “Take your top off first,” he said, much closer to her now.

  “Yes sir,” she said, her voice shaky as she removed her t-shirt.

  “And bra.”

  The rough edge in his words licked her clit as she obeyed. “Yes sir.”

  “Put your hands on your knees.”

  “Yes sir.” She leaned and held her knees, starting at the stroke of his fingers along her exposed ass cheek. He grabbed the plump skin between two fingers and squeezed until she moaned. He increased the pressure and she realized he was conducting his first pain threshold with her. She closed her eyes, focusing only on him and what he was doing. “Oh God,” she whimpered when the pain got real.

  “That’s not the safe word.” His arousal made his voice rough, but he didn’t let up.

  “Daniel,” she cautioned as he pinched harder.

  He answered her with a moan that had her clit throbbing harder. The pain grew unbearably sharp and she cried out, “Preacher!”

  Just as quickly, the pain disappeared, and she panted at the wet slide of his tongue over the painful spot. “Take off your shorts. Leave your panties.”

  “I don’t… have any panties.”

  “Fuck,” he barely whispered, before ordering, “Do it.”

  “Yes sir,” she said, hurrying.

  “Slower.”

  She slowed down, sliding the shorts over her hips, moving them sensually. She stepped out of the shorts, trembling with need.

  “Get on your hands and knees.”

  “Yes sir,” she said, lowering to the floor.

  In position, he ordered behind her, “Open your knees.”

  His gruff tone had her ready to orgasm at the first touch. His authority had always turned her on but knowing she was safe allowed her to explore and experience the pleasure inherent in that power, especially sexually.

  She sucked in a breath at feeling the length of his warm cock against her butt cheeks. Was he going to fuck her in it? She didn’t want to tell him it was something hard for her to endure after being abused there so many times. Especially since he seemed to want that the most. Why was it always the ass with men?

  He swirled the head of his wet cock against the tight opening. “On your elbows.”

  She lowered down, wishing she had something to bite on or hold on to. She resorted to clenching her fists and digging her nails into the palms of her hand. It always helped having another pain to focus on that she could control.

  She realized his thumb was moving in circles against her butt, soft and delicate but she relaxed only a little, allowing herself to catch up on oxygen.

  “Are you scared?”

  She fought her need to lie. “Nervous,” she admitted.

  His palm rubbed the entire right cheek of her ass as his thumb pressed at the opening. “You trust me?”

  The hot question burned her, and she nodded. “I do.”

  “Are you sure?” He pushed only the tip of his thumb in her.

  “Yes sir,” she said between moans.

  “How much?”

  Her mouth opened with several pulls of air. “With everything I am.”

  The palm stroking her ass spanked hard as he sank his thumb
deeper.

  “Yes,” she cried, confirming she trusted him, even though he’d not asked again. Yes, a hundred times, “Yes,” she repeated when his thumb reached bottom and his palm stroked the sting on her skin.

  “Play with your pussy.”

  “Yes sir,” she obeyed, reaching under her.

  “Do it slowly,” he commanded, giving her another hard spank. He slid his finger in and out of her with a harsh groan. “Drives me crazy when your ass bites down like that. I’ve fantasized a million times what that would feel like on my cock.” She moaned, and he spanked her again. “You want that?”

  “Yes,” she nodded, knowing deep down that she really did once she got past the other hurdle with him.

  “But you’re scared.”

  “Not… not of you.” He spanked her twice, harder. “Oh God,” she cried, her nails back to biting in her palms.

  “Who are you scared of?” His finger slowly pulled out, making her body quiver.

  “Nobody,” she said, at the feel of his wet cock against her butt again.

  “Lay down and keep your ass lifted.”

  “Yes sir,” she said, desperate to let him have her in every way he wanted. When the head pushed, she strained his name, “Daniel.”

  “Play with your pussy again.”

  She obeyed as he hovered his body just above hers. Several moans escaped her when he wrapped her hair around his fist at the back of her head. Heaven help her, she would come if she wasn’t careful. She stroked her fingers on herself as he slowly tightened his grip, but it was the steady pressure of his cock on her ass that sped up her pants and moans. But he seemed to be waiting while he kissed and bit along her jaw.

  “You want my cock in your ass?” he shuddered, his hand on hers, feeling the way she played with herself.

  “I do.”

  “Show me,” he said hotly, helping her play with her clit.

  Her butt flexed, and he penetrated. “Preacher!” she cried, bringing his instant stillness.

  He gave a harsh groan at her ear. “I’m here,” he said, catching his breath only for her to steal it when she lifted her hips and sucked in more of him. Her Preacher was there, at her ear. Keeping her safe. And nothing could deny the desire beginning to boil up under her fingers.

  She moaned again, moving her hips and Daniel’s breath blasted out of him as he covered her shoulder blade with his mouth. He pulled on her hair and sucked the muscle until she shouted out from the sheer power she felt him bridling in his muscles.

  The idea he denied himself to protect her brought a surge of desire and another tilt of her hips, pulling him in deeper. The painful groan he gave lit her clit on fire. Hearing and feeling him under such constraint just to ensure she was safe dissolved her fears.

  “Fuck me,” she pleaded, fighting to get more of him in her. “Fuck my ass. Daniel.”

  Her out as he pulled her hair harder and sank all the way in. “Your fucking ass,” he grit at the edge of her mouth as he sucked all along her face.

  God, the hot lust of his arousal brought her orgasm and forced her to remove her fingers from her clit. She wanted this to last longer for him. He pulled his cock slowly out and reached that point of re-entry. “Preacher!” she shot out in sudden panic.

  He froze, not moving. “Angel,” he strained between breaths. He released her hair, still not moving as he kissed the side of her face. “Your beautiful body is mine. Your heart, your mind, it all belong to me. I command the devils of your past to release you.”

  “Daniel,” she barely managed between gasps, his cock sliding back inside her.

  “Every scar, I cover with my love,” he breathed at her ear.

  “Yes,” she cried, lifting for him, wanting him to go faster.

  “Every fear, I crush in our binding.”

  “Fuck me,” she begged, his strokes picking up speed.

  “Oh God your ass is heaven,” he barely managed. “Are you rubbing your pussy Angel, because in ten seconds, I’m fucking your divine ass and filling it with my cum.”

  Those words. “I’m, I’m going to come.”

  “Do it,” he grit, his strokes remaining deep and steady right up to the point where her orgasm claimed her. His pace quickened when she reached the throes of her ecstasy, then he cut loose and fucked her, fucked her without restraint, without mercy, his hand wrapped in her hair again, his growls fierce in her ear.

  When the beautiful insanity was done, he lay half on her, his cock still filling her and pulsing as he breathed through the aftermath.

  Emotion overcame her and clenched her chest so hard, she couldn’t breathe. “Preacher,” she strained out with her sob.

  “God fuck!” he croaked, carefully pulling out of her. He gently turned her on her side, kissing her lips softly, his fingers reverent on her face. “Talk to me, please,” he begged. “I’m so sorry, so fucking sorry, I lost my fucking mind.”

  She latched her arms around his neck and buried her face in his warm, safe skin. “I’m just… scared of… of my past,” she wept. “What if I’m too broken, what if I don’t fix back and you’re stuck with my stupid broken pieces?”

  “Oh God, baby,” he whispered, wrapping her in warm strength. “Don’t you dare say that, don’t you ever say that, do you hear me? Ever.”

  She wailed quietly while he stroked her back and hair.

  “Have you not been listening to everything I’ve told you? My God, how can you doubt what I feel for you?” He laid her on her back and made her look at him, wiping her tears with his thumb. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”

  She let out a sob, unable to really answer that because… she had no idea how he could, she couldn’t even imagine it. “I only know how much I love you,” she said.

  He pulled back a little, staring at her. “Oh God,” he said, sounding stunned as he lowered his mouth to devour hers. “Say that again,” he said, while trying to kiss her deeper.

  “I love you.”

  “Fuck,” he gushed in her mouth. “Yes, that. Again. And again.”

  “I love you, I love you, so much.”

  His fingers bit into her jaw as he took control of the kiss. When she was nothing but whimpers and moans, he whispered, “I need to shower so I can finish what I started.”

  Her tummy flipped at that announcement. “You’re not done?”

  “Fucking Christ, I don’t think I’ll ever be done.”

  She smiled, watching him hurry to the bathroom and turn on the shower. She got up, and made her way to the bathroom, surprised and thrilled to feel no signs of serious injury in her butt. Leaning in the doorway, she watched him cleaning his cock. When the shower finally shut off, she asked, “Did you like it?”

  He took the towel she handed him, and race dried his body then stepped out, breathless as he stared at her. The serious look in his perfect gaze nearly stopped her heart. She stood straighter as he approached with his countenance severe. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his warm, hard body, staring into her eyes. “Did I like it,” he whispered, his eyes roaming over her face. “The bigger question is… the most important question… is did you like it.”

  Her? She suddenly floundered with that rarely, maybe never asked question. “What?” she wondered at his nodding.

  “I’m just thinking or wondering how long it’s been since you were asked that?”

  The burn of her past stupidity crept up her neck. Unable to look at him, she glanced to the left only to have him turn her face back.

  “No running for you,” he said softly. “When was the last time?”

  She aimed her gaze purposely at him. “Never,” she said lightly.

  His face sobered to almost sad as he stroked her lower lip with his thumb. “How about we change that right now?”

  She wrapped her arms around him and stroked her hands up his back. “Like how?”

  He slowly squinted his eyes and angled his head. “Like… you tell me.”

  “Tell you what?”
she asked smiling.

  “You asked if I liked it. My question to you is, how did you like it?”

  “I loved it.”

  “Then why did you call out your safe word twice?”

  She considered that and pursed her lips. “I was… scared a few times.”

  “Of?”

  “Of the pain that usually accompanies anal sex.”

  He stared at her, his face becoming a mix of sorrow and rage. “And you called for the Preacher when you were scared,” he said, stroking her lower lip as she nodded. “Knowing he would save you?” She nodded again. “And did it hurt?”

  “Barely,” she whispered, sucking on his thumb when he pushed it between her lips.

  “Just enough?”

  She scraped her teeth on his thumb, biting a little while nodding.

  He seemed to test and weigh her words before whispering, “Good.” He leaned down and kissed her softly, then pulled up with drawn brows. “I want more than anything to know what you like. How do you suppose I could find that out?”

  She smiled at him. “Whatever you—”

  “Dear God, stop. I’m not going back to that sauna convo ever again.”

  “Well, it’s true!” she said defensively. “I can’t help I’m a submissive.”

  “No, I agree with you there,” he said. “But I worry about why you’re a submissive.” He eyed her perplexedly . “You don’t have any other experience in the matter.”

  “I… guess I don’t but…”

  “I do believe that being a submissive is what you’re wired for but… I think a lot of you has been stolen by those who took advantage of your gift.”

  “I don’t… I’m not following you. Are you saying I’m not a good submissive?”

  He smiled, and her fears dissolved with how cute it made him. “I’m saying in order to submit yourself, you have to have a self to submit.”

  Her head dropped back with the role of her eyes. “Uuuugh, I thought English was your first language?!”

  He laughed and gobbled at her neck, making her squeal. He pulled up and said, “What do you like in sex? Oh Daniel, I like whatever you like. Yes, but Nineveh, I want to know what you like. Oh Daniel, I like whatever you like. You get where I’m going?”