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by Lucian Bane


  “You like it?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he said, waiting to be commanded.

  “You can touch it if you want.”

  She was already back to catering to him, not her. “I like just looking at it.” He eyed her with challenge.

  “Touch it.”

  He reached out and touched it once.

  “Very funny,” she chastised, her words breathy. “Finger me.”

  He held up his hand and pointed to each finger, silently imploring her to select one.

  She bit her lower lip and stared at her options like an eager child picking her favorite candy. She shot out a hand and touched his middle finger and his first finger.

  “Two?”

  She nodded, her chest heaving as she watched his hand lower. She made straining sounds as he slowly worked his fingers inside her. Once he was all the way in, he stopped.

  “Finger means in and out, you know that,” she gasped.

  “Just making sure it means that to you,” he murmured, pulling them out and pushing them back in.

  “Yes,” she praised after several strokes, opening wider. As though she heard his silent prayer, she placed her heels on the edge of the seat, lifting her ass to allow deeper penetration. “Oh yes,” she strained when he rewarded her with a nice, deep thrust, using his other hand to help support her ass. “I want you to lick my clit,” she gasped, hot enough to burn up any inhibitions.

  “Yes, fucking ma’am,” he whispered, grunting out several groans when she lifted herself higher to give him access.

  “Yes, yes,” she whimpered as he fingered her and licked lazy circles on her clit.

  “Flick it,” she strained.

  He flicked the tip with his tongue, determined to create a spray of burning fire.

  “Oh God,” she gasped, straining to reach his mouth. “Suck it, suck my clit.”

  He dove in, pressing his mouth against her full pussy lips and drawing her hard clit in a fierce suction.

  “So good,” she cried, between strained moans while flicking her hips against his mouth. “Don’t stop.” Again, it was like she had a direct line to his prayers when she begged, “Finger my ass. I want to come like this.”

  Daniel gave several grunts, wetting the middle finger of his other hand in her dripping pussy. He made out with her soft folds and clit while working his finger in her tight fucking ass.

  “Oh my God, yes, do it. I’m gonna come like this,” she cried, breathless.

  “You like it like this?” She answered with higher moans and gasps and Daniel turned up his efforts, ecstatic that she’d asked so directly and specifically. Fuck, he could do this every day all day. Which was insane.

  “Oh God… I’m coming!”

  And fuck, she was. Like a storm, her body shuddered and shook under his mouth and hands and Daniel didn’t stop until her legs shut against his head.

  “Done, I’m done,” she said weakly between moans. She watched as he straightened, holding his stare. Again, he waited, silently willing her to make him do the next thing he wanted.

  She turned on the bench and got on her elbows with her ass up. “I want you to fuck me like this.”

  Daniel wasted no time undressing and moving into position at the edge of the bench. Grabbing hold of his cock, he slid it over her slick folds then pressed on her ass.

  “If you let me pick,” he couldn’t keep from saying, pressing at her ass.

  “Pussy,” she gasped.

  He slid in deep and hard, grabbing her hips as he did and pulling her tight to him.

  “Yes,” she cried weakly. “Finger me.”

  “Finger what?” he wanted to hear.

  “My ass,” she whispered, her body shuddering.

  “Yes ma’am,” he said, catching some of her juices along his cock and wetting the tight muscle.

  “Talk to me,” she commanded.

  “Talk to you? What do you want me to say,” he strained, pushing his finger in.

  “Talk nasty.”

  “Fuck you’ve got my cock so fucking hard right now. You like making your pretty ass and pussy feel good?”

  “Yes,” she gasped as he fucked her slowly in both places.

  “What else you want me to do. Make me do nasty things to you, baby.”

  “Spank me,” she gushed. “Please. Spank me so good.”

  “Fucking naughty, baby,” he said, spanking her hard. “Your pussy likes that?”

  “Yes, oh God.”

  He spanked again, twice, pushing his finger deep into her ass. It was at that point that Daniel realized that the sauna had turned on by the sensor setting and they were both covered in sweat.

  “Fuck me faster,” she cried. “I’m playing with clit, I want to come like this. Make me come like this. Punish me until I come.”

  “Punish you,” he shuddered, stroking his hand over her slick ass before lighting into the red skin. “Is that what you want? You’re so fucking naughty, I’m going to fuck you so hard now.”

  Daniel fingered her ass while bucking his hips so that his body smacked into hers. His spanks were continuous now and when she came, it was so fucking hard. Her shrieks severed his threadbare control and he followed right behind until they were spent and dripping sweat.

  “The fucking sauna is on,” he finally gasped, dizzy from the heat.

  “I knew it,” she barely croaked, collapsing sideways onto the bench.

  “This is the most uncomfortable fucking place ever,” Daniel realized.

  “God yes!” she whimpered.

  “From now on, we stick to comfortable places, like my bed.”

  “Agreed,” she nodded, letting him help her onto his lap where he cradled her.

  “You get an A plus,” he said, kissing the top of her head.

  “Ohhh, did I? Didn’t realize I was being tested.”

  “You were. And what did you learn?”

  “Mmm,” she hummed, snuggling into his shoulder. “That being in charge makes me tired?”

  He grinned, stroking her hip. “You get to sleep now.”

  She gave a contented moan. “In your arms?” she barely murmured, sounding half out of it already.

  “That’s fine by me.”

  “One last order,” she whispered.

  “Anything, Angel.”

  “Carry me to your bed.”

  He pulled her closer to his body. “Yes, ma’am.”

  Chapter Nine

  “You’re being totally weird,” Nineveh said, eyeing him across the table before looking out the window. “Is it Josh? You still worried about him?”

  “Nah,” he said, sopping up the remaining yolk with his toast while declining the waitress’ offer for more coffee. The little diner at the lake was bustling and loud and Nineveh was at the end of her patience. If he didn’t start talking, soon, she was going to do something.

  “I had a dream,” Daniel suddenly announced.

  Nineveh eyed him, not sure why that was important but judging by the way he said it, it was. “What kind?”

  “The kind that tells me what I’m supposed to do. The same kind that led me to Sodom and Gomorrah.”

  “Oh,” she said, sounding intrigued. “What did you dream?”

  “I’ll tell you in a bit. You ready?” he asked, leaning back and finally looking at her fully for the first time that day.

  “You’ve been being weird all morning,” she said.

  “I know I have. The dream,” he explained as she tried to read him for any more clues.

  “Right. Well, let’s go.”

  They got up and headed to the register to pay their tab. “How much for a tip?” Nineveh whispered, digging in her purse.

  “I got it,” Daniel said.

  “No, let me.”

  “No, I got it. You’re my date.”

  She snorted. “This is the twenty-first century, Danny boy.” He angled a glare at her and she smiled. “What? I like that name. Danny boy. I might make it my new safe-word,” she whispered.
r />   “Okay, Ninny.”

  “I’m tipping, Danny boy.”

  “I swear to God I’m going to spank you right here in this diner.”

  Her eyes popped at seeing he was serious. “I’d have you arrested.”

  He shrugged. “Been there, done that.”

  “God, you’re bossy.”

  “What happened to you liking that?”

  “This is just dumb stuff, that’s what happened.”

  He leaned and stole a kiss and she shoved him then wiped it off.

  “Ohhhh, that’s going to cost you.”

  They finished paying and Nineveh ran to the table and slapped down two dollars while glaring at him as she passed. He slapped her ass hard enough to make her yelp and the other patrons to notice.

  “You ass!” she cried when they got to the car.

  “You asked for it.”

  “You’re a bully,” she accused, opening the door and getting in.

  “You love it,” he said, opening his door and climbing in.

  “Tell me the dream,” she said, turning in the seat with arms crossed over her chest.

  He started the car with a huge sigh. “At the lake.”

  “Fine,” she agreed. “At the lake.”

  They drove in silence, but the usual ease was not there, not since he told her he’d had a dream like the one that led him to her. What did that mean? Why would it have him so troubled. Was God going to have him return her like a bad purchase?

  She knew that was silly but worst cases scenarios were officially hard wired into her brain. She didn’t know how to see life around them.

  By the time they were at the lake and dropping down on the pier to sit, she confessed, “I’m not gonna lie, I’m scared shitless of this dream you had.” She glanced his way, gave another sigh and shook her head. “You can’t even reassure me. That’s bad.”

  He looked at her for several seconds. “You should know that I will never… sugar coat the God stuff.”

  She nodded, deciding she preferred that. “Good. So, tell me.” Panic hit her, and she grabbed his arm. “Wait. Can you tell me if it’s about you or me? That’s not sugar coating,” she said at seeing his quirked brow. “That’s just like hints. To prepare me.”

  “It’s about me and you.”

  “Oh no,” she whispered. “Is it bad?”

  He let out a dry, snorty sounding laugh. “I’ll say it’s bad.”

  “Oh my God, tell me. No, shit, don’t tell me yet.”

  “I dreamed you and I were… at a place like Sodom and Gomorrah.”

  She gasped. “I said don’t…” she screwed up her face. “What were we doing there?”

  “Teaching.”

  “Teaching?” her nerves calmed a tad. “Teaching what.”

  “Teaching my method.”

  “Your method, what’s your method?”

  He gave another incredulous laugh. “Good question.”

  “Didn’t the dream say?”

  “No, I just… we were… I think…”

  “What? Just say it.”

  “Just teaching those who might want to learn God’s BDSM.”

  She shot out a single laugh. “God’s BDSM? There’s no such thing.”

  Daniel swung an incredulous look at her. “Come again?”

  “There is no God’s BDSM,” she repeated. “That’s just… ew.”

  He turned to face her, perplexed.

  “What?” she cried when he only stared like he was dumbfounded she said that.

  “I just can’t get how you can say that. What am I? What are we? Did we not sign a contract, the same as in the lifestyle?”

  She looked out at the lake, her mouth hanging open. “But that’s… that wasn’t the same same.”

  “How so?”

  “Well… for one, you’re… you’re not a…”

  “I’m not a what,” he challenged, his voice taking on an edge.

  She let out a huff, then mumbled through her facts only to discover there actually were none. “There’s guidelines.”

  “Yes, there are, for specific types of styles for different types of lives. We would have our own guidelines, for our style.”

  She snapped a look at him. “You think we could do that?”

  “I do. Definitely. But I wouldn’t unless…”

  “God said to?”

  He nodded, and she chewed her lip, scooting closer to him till their thighs touched. He angled a gaze at her, seeming to search her thoughts. “Whatever you think God wants you to do, I’m down for it, you know that. Where you go, I go. What was it that one woman in the bible said? Your God is my God?”

  Daniel smiled at her. “Ruth. You’ve been reading, I see.”

  “Well, duh,” she said, looking out at the lake. “I can’t let you be the only goodie two shoes.”

  He chuckled and grabbed her hand, lacing his fingers in it. “I’m far from a goodie two shoes.”

  “Well, I’m hard on your heels there.”

  “What do you really think about this?” he asked, turning to the sparkling water. “How are we supposed to do that? That part I’m unsure about, I haven’t the first clue how to get into something like that.”

  “Welllll, I can probably help you out on that front. I certainly know how they do things. I may not know how they should be done, but I know how things are done at Sodom and Gomorrah.”

  He looked at her. “We’ll figure it out.”

  “Of course, we will. We’re a team.” She lifted their hands and kissed her knuckles, making him chuckle.

  “You kissed yourself.”

  “Well, we are one.”

  His stare burned on her for so long it stole her breath. He looked down at his lap for a few seconds then at her again.

  “What?” she wondered softly.

  “I just… this is kind of big. If we do this, it means possibly being exposed to things I’m pretty sure I won’t like.”

  She considered that and suddenly had visions of what would happen when women met him and got wind of the amazing kind of Dom he was. “Yeah… I’m… I feel the same.”

  “You do?”

  “When I was in the lifestyle before, there was nothing to do but survive. I never had any reason or anybody to really care about but… now?” She shook her head as jealousy made her stomach burn. “I’ll cut a bitch if she tries to get too close to you because I’ll never share, I’ll never share again in my life.” Anger bit her suddenly. “You realize this I hope. I will not be doing shit that—”

  “Whoa,” he said, leaning in and kissing her. “Nobody touches you but me and nobody touches me but you. Ever. But you’re on the same track that I’m on and have a problem with.”

  “Well, you have nothing to worry about with me on that.”

  He scoffed a little. “You’re the last person I worry about with that.”

  “Good.” Then she wondered. “Who are you worried about?”

  “The wolves.”

  “Ah,” she said. “Everybody else.”

  “Yes.”

  “Well,” she sighed, swinging her legs over the pier. “I’m thinking a lot of them, at least the women, are unsuspecting wolves.”

  “Wolves are wolves, ignorant or not,” he said. “The kill is fatal no matter the intent.

  Right. “But… maybe when they see what you teach, they will have a chance to learn and realize there’s something else, something… they might prefer. I know that I had no idea a man like you even existed. For real. Maybe men might even want to be this kind of man when you show them what you’re made of?”

  He nodded, staring out. “We could probably help a lot of people.”

  “Especially these women who are trapped and thinking that getting their asses beat down in every way imaginable is okay, or the only way. Like me.”

  “You weren’t always that ignorant.”

  “I don’t know. I may have accidentally wanted the right thing starting out but then I was too soon, too easily convinced that
the right thing was the wrong thing and the wrong thing was the right thing. I mean I truly believed I was the faulty one. And I’d be willing to guarantee that I’m not the only woman that caved under that twisted seduction.”

  “No doubt,” Daniel said, bringing their hands to his mouth now and kissing his own knuckles.

  She giggled at him, turning their hands. “Gimme some of that lip action.”

  He gave her more than lip action and seeing his tongue draw designs on the back of her hand had her breathless. “You realize,” he said, pressing his lips softly on her skin. “You’ll have to be trained for this God Dom stuff. Because I won’t teach another woman. You will have to teach them.”

  She smiled, liking the adamancy in his tone.

  "Not even with a ten-foot pole?”

  He pretended to measure her length. “Maybe I would with a five-foot pole.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and smacked kisses against his cheek. “I love love love how you hate all the women in the world but me.”

  He laughed at that. “Loathe ‘em with a passion.” He pulled her onto his lap and cradled her in a way that had her grinning from ear to ear. “There’s only one sub for me. One woman. One gorgeous body, one beautiful mind with one amazing spirit for me.”

  “Your Gramma?”

  He laughed and ate up her smiles with his lips. “My wife.”

  She froze at that word and he pulled back, looking at her. “Your what?”

  “My wife?” he said, smiling. “You’re definitely not my sister.”

  “Wait…” she pulled back, looking at him. “I’m…I’m your wife? And I didn’t even know?”

  “You didn’t?” he said, just as stunned.

  “Of course, I didn’t! And… you’re my husband?”

  He stared at her for several seconds, his face sobering. “Forever.”

  She turned to the lake with her mouth hanging open, unable to speak at first. “I feel like I missed my own wedding,” she blurted.

  “Not possible,” he assured. “The first time we made love was our wedding.”

  Her eyes popped. “Really? Is this… a new kind of thing, like part of your God Dom stuff? Cause it’s…” she swiped a hand over her head. “All news to me.”

  Daniel’s expression was a new one to her. Guilty. She’d never seen him with that look. “It’s God’s formula for marriage, yes.”

 

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