by Lucian Bane
She had to raise her voice over the rumble of the heater. Sounded like a bearing was about to go out and would fly through the vent and kill one of them. “Yes, I have. Why? You?”
She nodded a little and shrugged. “I thought about doing something like that. Maybe not in Egypt, though.”
“Africa.”
“Or there.”
“No, I mean they’re in Africa.”
“Oh yeah. I mean I know it’s different, but third world, that’s what I mean. I just think there’s plenty of stuff right here in the US to fix.” She eyed him repeatedly now and shut off the heater. “Don’t you think? Or no.”
“No, I think—“
“It’s not that I don’t love them over there, it’s just so far.”
“I get it—“
“God, I sound selfish, I’m not selfish, I—”
“I know that!” Lucian cut in.
“Okay, okay,” she said, sounding defensive.
“Stop assuming. I think you’re absolutely right about that, there’s plenty of good to do here.” He looked at her now. “But I mean, is… that what you’re wanting to do?”
“What? Help poor people?”
“Well, not necessarily help poor, just help. Something. Somehow.”
“Sure.”
“No, I mean, is that what you want to do. Not do you think it’s a good idea.”
“Well, I actually want to do what you want.”
“Well I want to do what you want, too.”
“Yyyyyeah, but… I’m the sub and the sub should do what her Dom wants.”
Lucian stared at her with raised brows.
“What?” She shot him several glances.
“You’re the sub? Have I died? Are you ill?”
“What! If I’m going to be a wife, and we’re going to have to be teaching that. Then… I need to learn how to be a-a sub. Right?”
“I think… that’s wrong,” Lucian said.
“You think that’s wrong?” She gasped a few times. “Are you ill? Mr. Top Dom Wars?”
“I could ask the same of you Miss Top Domme Wars.”
“But I mean in normal circumstances, I would be the sub I thought.”
Lucian considered that question seriously. “In normal circumstances… no, you would certainly not always be a sub.”
“Well when would I be a sub?”
“When you wanted to be a sub.”
“And you would be a Dom when you wanted to be a Dom?”
“That would work.”
“What if I wanted to be a sub when you didn’t want to be a Dom?”
“Then we would compromise.”
She nodded lightly as she drove, her jaw cocked to the left. “And what if I didn’t want to be either.”
“Either?”
“Yeah, I mean what if I didn’t want to Domme or sub?”
“You’re either one or another.”
“I can be both.”
“At the same time?” Lucian smiled, liking to imagine her trying.
“Or… in the same…” she rolled her hand trying to think of the word.
“Sexcapade? You could wear color coded panties to let me know. White for when you want to be submissive, black for when you want to Domme.” He grinned, chewing his lower lip. “Polka dot when you want to do both.”
“Stripes maybe.” She fought a smile, he could tell.
“I love stripes.”
“What color would you wear?”
“Ummm. None.”
“I might want you to wear them.”
“I’m your love slave, sweetheart. Master of your pleasure. Speak it, and it shall be so. But know that you’ll never know it was your idea.”
“Ohhhh,” she said, glancing at him, curious and clearly horny now. “And what about… commanding me.”
“In sex?”
“Or… whenever.”
“You sound out of breath.” She cleared her throat a little but didn’t answer and Lucian’s cock jerked. “You really like being commanded, don’t you,” he said softly. “Fucking naughty.” Lucian moved his hips to make room for his hard on. “Tell me something, love. Is your pussy dripping right now just thinking about it?” Lucian grabbed himself and squeezed, watching her turn into his wet-dream submissive. “And now you’re this sweet little virgin, right before my eyes. Wanting to be sucked and licked all over her virgin secrets. Makes me need to command you, you realize that?”
It took her a few seconds before she whispered, “I didn’t.”
“No, maybe you didn’t, but you do love it. You love it when I fucking dominate you. Drive baby,” Lucian said when she kept glancing at him. He undid his pants and pulled his cock out. “Eyes on the road sweetheart. I just need to stroke my cock while I talk to you.”
“Oh God,” she barely whispered, obeying.
“Mmmm,” Lucian pumped his hips, making his dick stand tall. “So fucking hard right now. I know you want to suck it, you love having my cock shoved in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “We’re getting close to town,” she whimpered.
Lucian looked around and realized the retirement home wasn’t far from there. He glanced at the old time clock on the dash. Two- in the afternoon. They had time. “When we stop, you’re going to suck my cock until I come in your mouth.”
“Okay,” she nodded, biting her lip.
“Better yet, drive to your house. We need to get things ready anyway.”
She nodded. “Freshen it up. Good idea.”
Lucian was too fucking turned on to find it amusing how quickly she drove and breathless she was. The idea that she really loved being commanded had him boiling.
An eternity later, they pulled into the driveway leading to her house. He let them get halfway in the seclusion of the trees before ordering, “Right here. Stop.”
She came to an abrupt halt and put the car in park. She glanced all around before looking not at him, but his cock. Lucian turned in the seat for her. “I want you to come here and lick it first. Until I’m on fire.”
She dove for his cock, grabbed the base of it and rained liquid sparks on the head with tiny moaning licks and flutters with the tip of her tongue. Lucian hissed and grabbed her hair tight, that little trigger drawing her whimper.
“You’re so fucking sexy the way you love me to command you.” He rolled his hips slowly and she answered with hungry whimpers and more flicks of her tongue. “Jesus,” he gasped, pulling her hair harder until she whimpered. “I want to shove my cock so far into your mouth.”
“Yes, yes,” she gasped. “Make me.”
“Suck it right fucking now. Take all of it.”
She did as ordered with a ravenous hunger. Harsh heat enveloped his entire cock with the scrape of her teeth and Lucian dropped his head against the seat, methodically pumping his hips. He hissed long and slow. “God yes,” he choked out, gritting his teeth. “You suck me so fucking good, you know that?”
She grabbed the base of his cock and bobbed up and down, the head of his cock ramming her throat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he rasped, gripping the seat and bucking his hips now. Molten heat pushed hard at his balls. “I’m fucking coming, don’t stop!” He jerked his hips faster now. “Don’t fucking stop!” Grabbing tight hold of her head, he controlled her pace as his essence shot out with his roar. Tara sang out her gratitude like he’d served her favorite delicacy right into her veins.
When he was done, he stared at her, catching his breath. She stared back, waiting, licking her lower lip like a perfectly obedient submissive waiting for her master’s next orders. “Pull your pants down, sweetheart. All the way.” The command came winded from what she’d just done and what he was about to do. “And your top. Take it off. I want to see every bit of you when you writhe and shudder in orgasm.”
She obeyed with those tiny whimpers that drove his dominance insane. Finished, she sat like a little scared virgin, legs closed, innocent tits pushing out between her arm
s while she stared at the seat next to him. He wasn’t sure what went through her mind when she did that, but he loved it with an insane passion. “Come here. Put your back and ass against me.”
Once in place, Lucian slid his face along hers while opening her legs wide. “Hold on to me love.” Her chest heaved as she wrapped her arms around his thighs. Lucian found her clit and gave it a light pinch, making her gasp and shudder. “You know what not to do, right love?”
Her breaths hitched with little moans.
“You do not come until I say so.”
She nodded. “Yes.”
He barely dipped his middle finger inside her, a niggling motion. “You’re so wet I see. So hot. And naughty.” He brought his finger to his lips and rubbed her essence on them before sucking it off. “You taste… like you need me to punish your pretty pussy.”
She moaned lightly, pumping her hips into his touch. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes,” he whispered back. “Are you ready to have your pussy punished?”
“Yes.”
She moaned and squirmed against him and he popped the tips of his fingers on her open lips, not stopping until she cried out incessantly. He finally stopped and very slowly slid his finger inside her, using his other hand to turn her face to his. “You like when I punish your pussy, sweetheart?”
“Yes, yes,” she whispered against his mouth.
He suddenly rammed his finger against her core and her mouth flew open with a sharp cry in his. “Mmmm.” He pulled his finger out and stroked it along her lips and then his before sucking it off. “So. Fucking. Enchanting.” He lowered his hand, pausing at her breast to roll a nipple firmly while he slid two fingers up and down her slit, careful not to touch her throbbing bud. He popped her clit with his fingers again and she jolted with a cry. “You like that, love?” He popped it several times more and traded playing with her nipple for exploring her dripping heat again. “Look at how fucking wet you are.” He jabbed against her core and popped her clit again.
“Yes!” she gasped, her bottom jerking against his cock that was fucking hard again.
He paced his spanks, keeping them sporadic but sharp.
“Faster,” she cried, breathless, “faster.
“You’re so fucking bad, baby.” He scraped his teeth on her shoulder blade, winded and his cock unbearably hard. “I’m going to spank the fuck out of your naughty pussy now, and you’re going to come,” he growled in her ear before unleashing rapid fire smacks on her clit while hammering her core with his fingers.
“Oh shit, God! Yes!”
“Come for me!” he hissed in her ear, capturing the silky skin of her neck with a vicious suck.
Her cries went shrill and she bucked between his legs. Lucian lifted his head to see her then devoured her shocked oval mouth with a growl as her body continued to jerk with every slap he executed. “Jesus,” he gasped against her lips, fingering her with deep silky strokes now, milking every facet of pleasure from her body until there were only breathless, whimpering moans.
“What a fucking amazing orgasm sweetheart.” She answered with more wordless gasps, nestling her face in his neck. “Tell me you loved it,” he whispered in her ear.
“Oh God, so much,” she whispered back. “I love you so much.”
Lucian helped her into his lap and cradled her, stroking her face, hair, and arm. “My wife,” he murmured. “I get to keep you forever.” He kissed her cheek repeatedly and closed his eyes. “You’re all mine. I can’t believe you’re all mine.”
Chapter Four
Tara felt like the devil for stopping off to get some before getting Gramma. After taking no more than an hour to freshen the house, they finally headed back to town. She was a mess of nerves.
“You think Gramma’s going to like me?” Lucian asked when they pulled into a parking spot.
“She’s going to love you.” Tara looked around, willing the blades to stop sawing her intestines.
“Damn, I hope.” He opened his door and looked at her. “Let’s go get Gramma out of this dump, shall we?”
Tara bit at her lower lip and nodded. “I hope she’s okay.”
“Well, we’ll nurse her back to health, nothing to it,” Lucian said, getting out and meeting Tara at the front of the car. “Don’t guess we need to lock it.”
Tara couldn’t laugh or speak as she led the way, her nerves gnawing through her skin. A medicinal aroma stung her nostrils upon opening the home’s door. Then came the smell of lonely, decaying bodies waiting in rooms that were really just large graves. All adorned with the pretense of love, made or given by family too busy to bother anymore.
Tears filled Tara’s eyes and pain choked her as she worried what she’d find with her own Grandmother. Would her bright blue eyes be clouded with confusion and questions like Why am I being thrown away? Where is the daughter I sacrificed my entire life for?
“Slow down, sweetheart,” Lucian whispered.
Slow down? She was already trying not to run as it was. This was as slow as it got.
At reaching her room, she came to an abrupt stop a few feet from the door, terror plastering her back to the wall, and closing her eyes.
“Hey, hey,” Lucian whispered, suddenly standing just before her, blocking out the view of any passing eyes. “You okay? Take a moment, you’re fine.”
Tara fought the sob in her throat before whispering. “I’m a little scared.”
He stroked her cheek. “Of what?”
She shook her head, not wanting to voice it.
“Listen to me,” he whispered. “You’re here now, that’s what matters. Look at me,” he insisted. But damn, she was just so ashamed even though she’d had no choice about putting her here.
“I’m just scared,” she said again, looking off to the side. “What if she’s …” she shook her head, unable to say it.
“She’s a strong woman, love. Give her more credit, she’s not falling apart. Show her your strength, she needs to see it. She needs to see your faith and courage, okay? You’re here to bring her home.” His voice lightened with quiet excitement. “That is going to restore everything she lost, I assure you.”
Tara hugged Lucian tightly. “I’m so glad you’re here. I’m so glad, thank you, thank you. Maybe I should have told her I was coming with you and that we’re taking her home? What if she has a-a heart attack?” She barely whispered the foul words, terror gripping her hard.
Lucian took her face between his hands and kissed her with a hunger that obliterated all obstacles in her way, just blasted them right out of her entire world.
When he pulled up, she gasped several times with small nods. “Wow. I needed that. Yes. Thank you.”
He pecked her nose with smiling lips, grabbed her hand, and led her to the door. “Together. Always together. She’s going to be thrilled. And don’t forget, Christmas is coming. ”
Excitement rippled through her at that thought as Lucian opened the door. Tara held her breath and entered ahead of him, finding the bed unoccupied. “Gramma?”
“Tara? That you?” a muffled voice called. “I’m in the closet if you can call it that.”
Tara hurried to the single door, shocked that her Gramma wasn’t laid up in the bed, frail and dying. “Gramma?”
“Didn’t we bring a blinkin’ poke to carry my things?” Tara opened the door, and Gramma pushed right past her only to come to an abrupt halt at seeing Lucian. “And who in Gawd’s gravy is this barrow-tram?”
Barrow-tram? “Gramma.” Tara finally hugged the thin woman. “Guess what today is?”
She regarded Tara a moment. “Tuesday.” She hurried past Tara, her steps perfectly sprite and agile. “Just like it is every other Tuesday before this one.” She shoved the curtains wide and turned with her hands on her hips. “Who’s yer high fallutin friend here? I know you heard me ask that.”
“This is Lucian.” Tara gestured a hand at him. “And we came to pick you up. And take you home.” Tara gave a huge smile.
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p; Gramma huffed and headed to her bed. “Well it’s about time, but I have Bingo in the great room this evenin with Sally and Mildred and Missus Ethel.” She proceeded to make her bed quicker than any maid might at a four star hotel. “I can’t just up and leave on a dime.” She eyed Lucian a moment before smacking the fluff into her pillow with sturdy fists. “You just gone stand there like a toad with a load? Who’s this Mr. Belvidere?” She gave him a once over. “He’s between hay and grass, but at least he ain’t a blatherskite. He the new hired hand?” She put a fist on a hip. “I sure hope so, the farm can’t run itself and this ole gal is all outta brisk-up. I got myself one foot in the bone orchard as it is. What the hell you grinnin’ at me for?” she said to Lucian.
Tara glanced at him just as he lowered his head to hide his face. “Sorry ma’am, I just…”
“You just what? Spit it out. Tara Mae, I don’t take to fellas with twiggy spines who can’t speak their minds proper.”
Lucian looked at Tara with why didn’t you tell me she was an old lady with a loaded shotgun? “I am just…” he looked at her grandmother now, “very honored to meet you. Thrilled… actually.”
“Is thata fact?” Her grandmother looked at Tara. “Are you beddin with him? We talked about that Tara Mae Reese. Iffin’ I ever get my hands on that bunko-artist that broke your heart, I’ll turn him into buzzard bait!” She sealed the threat with a scrawny finger aimed at Lucian, like she wanted to beat a man. Any man.
Wow. Tara stood there, dumbfounded. Here she was, expecting to find an old frail woman withering to nothing in a bed all alone, and instead finds a gal with a fire hose in her fanny. She caught Lucian’s raised brows and wasn’t sure what it was for, her mouthy grandmother or her stupid middle name she’d hoped he’d never have to hear. “Gramma,” Tara said, going to Lucian and putting an arm around his waist. “This is my fiancé. We’re… getting married.”
“What?” the woman squawked. “Married where?” Gramma looked to Lucian now. “You’re not plannin’ on taken her from here, are you? I need Tara at the farm.” She glanced at Tara. “You told him you can’t be uppin’ and leavin’, right?”
