by Lucian Bane
“Ffffuuuck, yes ma’am. Fucking come hard.”
She began thrashing her head, her mouth a perfect orgasmic shape, her brows drawn so very fucking hard. Her entire body shuddered like electricity stormed through her and Lucian had to finally shut his eyes or come on the spot.
“Mmmm,” she finally moaned softly on the floor.
Lucian opened his eyes, needing to see her, his body not caring the cost. She moved to sit and then knelt just before him.
“Did you like it?” she asked.
“Fucking yes ma’am,” he said, winded.
He realized she was moving the little cock in and out of her again. “I’m so wet, Mr. Bane.” She worked her way to him on her knees then looked up. “My cock is wet.” She flicked her tongue over the head of his dick, making it lurch. “Just like yours.” She circled the tip a few more times and Lucian fought to make more contact with a thrust of his hips. “Do you know what I’m going to do with my wet cock?” She took the entire head into her mouth and he thrust his hips.
“Tell me,” he whispered.
His cock popped from her lips and she ran her fingers over his balls then beyond, her touch silky until her middle finger found its mark. “I think you know.” She moved her finger in gentle waves on his ass and he growled, pulling the ropes until they moaned along with him.
“Tell me you want it,” she commanded, flicking the slit on his cock with her tongue.
“I fucking want it,” he growled the words.
“You do?” She kept her gaze locked to his and licked softly while pushing the tip of her finger inside him.
“I fucking do, I do. Yes, please.”
“Mmmm,” she took the entire head of his cock again, sucking hard enough to make him grit his teeth. “You need to say it.”
“Please fuck me with your cock.” He didn’t waste a word.
“Very good, Mr. Bane.” She placed the cock where her finger had been and pressed softly. “That what you want?”
“All of it. Deep.”
“I’m going to suck you too. But you’re not going to come until I say. Understood?”
“Yes ma’am,” he gasped, dying.
She took hold of the base of his cock and sucked nearly half of him into her mouth. She gave a sultry moan on him and held her head still while working her toy slowly into his ass.
“God, fuck, yes, fuck.” He growled and gasped, yanking on the ropes with his hands and thrusting his hips.
“Mm.” The sound was a reprimand and it came with teeth on his cock, threatening.
Insane heat pulsed hard in his balls, forcing all the wind from his body at once. She continued working the toy deeper, keeping her bite to a warning pressure, which had Lucian in a way he never remembered being in all his life. Fucking… fuck. He clenched his eyes, enduring the pleasure. She slowly began sucking him again, letting the head of his cock hit her throat. Then she began moving the toy at the same speed of her mouth, in and out, faster and faster.
“Tara!”
“Baby,” she gasped, sliding his cock along her face. “Not yet.”
“Ffffuuuck, I need you to fucking do it.”
“You need to obey.” She worked the toy in and out now while she swirled her tongue over the sensitive ridge.
“Oh fuck.” He thrust his hips non-stop, nearing delirious with desire.
“I’m going to suck you again. And when your cock hits the back of my throat, you will come.”
It was like a prophecy.
But she was not done punishing. She took just enough of him, not letting his head reach paradise, holding the base of his shaft tight. She set her pace, her impossible pace, sucking him rapidly while moving the toy faster.
She reduced him to noises he’d not made in sex before, driving the fire to heights he’d never endured. She finally let the head of his cock hit her throat and the orgasm that erupted was unlike any he’d ever endured. Time disappeared indefinitely and the next thing he knew, Tara was at his mouth, shhhhhhhing him and kissing softly.
“I’m far from done with you, Mr. Bane.”
Fuck. Wow.
She strolled to the bed and her heel gave out, causing her arms to fling out at her sides. “Whoopsie.” She glanced over her shoulder at him with a giggle and Lucian suddenly needed to be free to hug her, kiss her, smell her, bury himself in his sweet, adorable, hot-as-fuck angel. She pulled out a pair of shears from the box and headed his way, snipping eagerly at the air.
She went behind the door and cut his hand restraints first. Then his feet. When he went to remove them, she ordered, “Don’t. I need them again.” She pointed to the bed. “On your back. Legs open, arms above.”
Lucian obeyed and jumped when the riding crop hit his ass.
“I gave you an order, Mr. Bane.”
His dominance surged forward and he had to bite it back. “Yes ma’am,” he said softly, continuing to the task.
Once he was in position, she silently restrained him again. Only this time she tied his ankles and his wrists. “You will hold your cock in both hands the entire time. But you will not stroke unless I say.”
“You’re awfully good at this.”
She tied a joining rope from his ankles to his wrist, preventing him from moving his hands any higher. Then she picked up the riding crop and struck his groin with the leather straps. “Careful, sweetheart,” he warned, nervous.
She eyed him as she walked slowly to the opposite side of the bed. “You’re instructing me?”
He weighed his words carefully and decided not to answer.
She whacked the crop along his chest next, and the sting called his dominance and anger. “Tara,” he whispered, pulling on the ropes a little, testing how strong they were just in case.
“I asked you a question, Mr. Bane. You ignored it?”
“I didn’t have a submissive answer.”
She climbed on the bed and straddled his chest, drawing the strings of the crop between his legs behind her. “You had better think of one.”
“Can you repeat the question?”
“I asked, are… you… instructing me?”
“No ma’am,” he said.
“You’re lying, Mr. Bane. And liars need to have their mouth’s washed out with…” she drew her finger along his lower lip, biting her own. “…Cum.”
It was Lucian’s turn to bite his lower lip.
“Your next punishment is forced orgasm. Only mine, as I said. Not yours.” She raised up on her knees and began fingering her pussy before gliding her essence all over his lips, making his cock hard again. “My cum. All over your naughty mouth. Do you understand?”
“Yes ma’am,” he gasped, licking her juice from his lips. His breaths came faster as she moved to place a knee on either side of his face, giving him a perfect view of her shaved lips. She slid her fingers between the glistening petals and again made him lick it off. This time she ventured in his mouth and he nibbled and sucked and licked her finger with desperate hunger, hoping to entice her to punish him already.
She slid her hands into his hair and fisted them. “Do not open your mouth until I say.” Fuck, she knew how to torment. He watched her hard nipples in his peripheral as she lowered her sex to his chin. She kept tight hold of his hair as she moved herself on his chin, hissing and biting her lower lip. “So rough,” she whispered before moving higher, missing his hungry lips. She stroked her wet petals along the tip of his nose, making soft moaning sounds, moving his head the way she wanted by his hair. His cock throbbed in his hands but he only held it in a chokehold. The urge to reach with his tongue was nearly unbearable as he inhaled her scent into his nostrils and lungs. Fucking delectable, Jesus thank you.
He pulled on the restraints, grunting in hunger, his eyes watching her every move, waiting for the word or signal that allowed him to taste, consume, devour. “You want me?” she whispered. The command was suddenly gone from her voice as she stared down at him. He locked his gaze to hers, seeing a longing and need for thin
gs, things that tugged at his fucking heart.
“I want you,” he whispered back. “I want you.” Her brows drew together in a bittersweet need that made him violate the rules of the game. Leaning up, he kissed the silk between her parted lips. “I want you so much.” He opened wide and leaned in, slowly closing his lips along her wet silk as he did. “All of you. Forever.”
“Take it,” she whimpered. “Take me, Lucian.”
Even though she commanded him, it was by her hands that he consumed her. Keeping tight hold of his hair, she rode his mouth and nose like he’d never been ridden before. Everything with her was brand new. Everything she did to him, with him, was always a first time. A last time. Lucian began to fight her for control, chasing her clit with his lips and tongue, lashing and capturing, sucking while she bucked wildly and erratically. She finally found the perfect spot and wiggled herself on him, her moans reaching climatic, wake Gramma volumes.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” The frantic whisper said the game was completely gone from her mind now.
Lucian growled in hunger, ready for her to break on him, flicking his tongue rapid fire on the spot of her choice while breaking the rules and jacking off.
“Yes, yes, yes!” She pulled his hair, forcing his mouth tighter to her body, grinding on him, her silk pressed firmly to his lips as the ecstasy storm shook her.
Lucian came hard with her, groaning with his own ecstasy. The position of his closed legs added to the insanity as did the sight of her back bowing and tits thrusting in an epic climax to this forced orgasm. More like forced heaven, fucking amazing.
She held on to the headboard now, gasping while her sweet pussy remained tight to his mouth. Lucian fought to stay perfectly still, hoping she’d not move too quickly. He loved having her right where she was.
“I’m… sorry,” she whispered, climbing off. “I messed up the game.”
Love flooded him at her fucking adorableness. “Bring me your other lips, sweetheart,” he said softly.
She collapsed against him, laying her head on his chest then looked up at him. “Oh heck, I made a mess all over you.”
She pulled the sheet and wiped at his mouth and he licked his lips before she could clean her essence away. “I would love if you bottled it for me.”
She let out a tired moan and laid her head on his chest. “Can we stop here?”
“We could if you untied me, yes.”
She raised up and filled his chest with butterfly kisses then slid off the bed to fetch her shears. Once loose, he wrapped her snugly in his arms and legs, holding her head to his chest.
“Did I do good?” she murmured, sounding half asleep.
“Dear God,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. “I can honestly say that I have never… ever… experienced anything so fucking amazing.”
“Really?”
At hearing surprised joy and relief, he chuckled. “Fucking Heaven on Earth, sweetheart. That’s what it was. That’s what you are.” He hugged her tightly. “God strike me down right here and now if that is not one hundred percent truth.”
He felt her lips smiling on him and his heart pounded with more joy than he could stand. “I love you,” he whispered. “So very much.”
“Mmmmm,” she sighed, then murmured softly, “I love you too.”
Chapter Eleven
Lucian jolted up in a panic at remembering he was supposed to sleep on the couch. But there he was, still in Tara’s room, and the sun was up. Way up. A second later, he also realized he was alone.
He hurried out of the bed, noticing all was in order. No signs of kink 101 lying around. Once dressed, he opened the door carefully and heard female laughter. He waited for any male voices and didn’t hear any. Thank God. Would be nice to not have to deal with any bullshit first thing.
He made his way carefully down the stairs, wondering what story Tara gave Gramma.
“I think I hear Luscious coming,” Gramma said below.
Of course she heard, fucking steps were screeching like little bitches. Tara appeared at the bottom then. “Oh, yes, it’s him. I see giving you the bed was a wise decision, you slept till noon. You must’ve needed the rest.” Tara winked at him.
“Noon?” he gasped, getting to the bottom. “You’re kidding.”
“No she ain’t either,” Gramma said from the kitchen. “Now come eat breakfast, I just reheated it. I cooked you some eggs over easy, fried ham and taters, toast and grits with enough homemade butter to turn you yeller.” She cackled. “And I’m puttin on a fresh pot of coffee.”
He hugged Tara close and closed his eyes, loving the feel of her soft body in his arms so willing and eager for his touch. “Morning princess,” he murmured.
“Morning prince.” She kissed him with smiling lips several times before tugging him into the kitchen. “I told Gramma how you came to put me to sleep and ended up putting yourself to sleep. I didn’t have the heart to wake a snoring man, so I took the couch this time.”
Lucian sat at the table and groaned, scrubbing his face. “Wow, I need coffee.”
Gramma banged around the kitchen. “Coming right up.”
“Morning Gramma,” Lucian said.
“Morning yourself sunshine. We have a lot of doin’ to do today. Lutheran called this morning, something about showing you around the farm and offering pointers. Even though I think he’s got other reasons on his brain, I figure it’s good manners to let him.” She dried a coffee cup and got a saucer then brought it to the table. “I know what you’re thinking, and maybe you pert-near right on it, but we can use all the help we can get until we get things movin along.” Tara set down a plate full of food that made his stomach lurch with hunger, and forget about the lumbering libido for a moment.
“God, this looks delicious.” Lucian grabbed his fork and began mixing the food.
“What are you doing?” Tara whispered, sitting next to him
He looked up, confused. “Eating?”
She pointed at his plate with a pained expression. “Why are you mixing everything?”
“Because.” He smiled and returned to the job of cutting the eggs and ham, then mixed it in the grits before shoveling the mess up with a slice of toast. “That’s how I like it.” He bit off half the toast and chewed, winking at her.
Gramma banged a spoon on a pot. “All goes to the same place. Makes the flavors even better, if you ask me.”
Lucian raised see brows at Tara and licked his lips before shoveling his next bite in. “So good Gramma,” he murmured around the food.
“A good appetite is a good thing. You eat your fillin’, there’s plenty more I can scratch up. Now, I want you two to be honest with me.” Gramma pulled a chair out at the table and sat, aiming earnest brown eyes at them. “If there is anything you want for this weddin’, I want you to have it. I want you to have it how you want it.” She sat back a little. “Within monetary reasonin’ of course. I ain’t rich but I can afford a plenty decent shindig.”
“Thank you, love,” Lucian said when Tara set fresh coffee before him. “Gramma, I’m going to have to insist on helping with the expenses.”
“Heavens forbid you will most certainly not, it’s my duty--”
“Dorothy,” Lucian said softly but firm enough to halt her rant. “Family is our only duty here. And some wise woman told me that I needed to let certain things go. And I really want to do that, but she needs to understand that being a part of this new family is what will allow me to do that.”
She looked at Tara, then Lucian, then back at Tara. “He calls me Dorothy like that and it’s hard to deny him anythin’.” She smoothed her apron. “Reminds me of my Wilbur when he made his final decisions on things, don’t you find?”
Tara nodded and smiled. “I definitely think so. Hard to argue with a man with a heart like my Grandpa.”
“Well, I suppose a little help won’t hurt no one,” Gramma said, her voice light. “Our life hasn’t exactly been a easy row to hoe.”
“Ve
ry true,” Tara said. “I think your wisdom about a man too proud to accept help is “he’s so dumb, if his brains were dynamite, there wouldn’t be enough to blow his nose.’”
Laughter shot out of Gramma. “Tara Mae, I see you been listenin’ after all. Mighty fine point.”
Lucian smiled and resumed eating. “Beautiful and wise,” Lucian said. “I know another woman just like her.” Lucian winked at Tara.
“Where do you think I get it?” Tara said.
“Apple don’t fall far from the tree, that there’s a sure fact,” Gramma got up and poured a cup of coffee and Tara made kissing lips at him, then licked her upper lip sensually. The dramatic show made him laugh.
He swiped the plate clean with his last piece of bread. “Something wrong with your lip, madam?”
“Not at all.” She began making more shapes with them until she looked like a fish and made Lucian laugh out loud.
“So,” Gramma said, sitting back down. “We agreed on white roses plastered all over the eva-lovin’ place.”
“Yep,” Tara said, turning to Gramma. “White roses, trellises, fine china, songs from the sixties, white tapered candles, baby’s breath, and enough white lights to throw a breaker in Nuh Yark city.”
Gramma cackled and rocked in her seat, her eyes lit like the sun. She sighed then, hand over her heart. “This is gone be beautiful. I am…” she shook her head, looking between them. “I’m just so honored and happy. I only wish…” She wagged her hand, “None of that messyfussin, I won’t have it.”
Lucian hurried to still her sorrow. “It sounds like you’re recreating the Garden of Eden, Gramma.”
She let out another round of laughter. “Maybe we’ll sell Adam’s Ale while we’re at it and make some pocket change.”
“Oh, the guests would just love that, Gramma.”
She rocked and cackled louder. “Half this town is so dumb their brain cavity wouldn’t hold enough water for a canary.”
