Under His Protection

by Doris O'Connor

This position afforded him an unrivalled view at her delightfully swollen pussy lips. Wet with her arousal, they made him harden even more, and taking his cock in hand he teased her wet slit with the tip of his dick.

  “I told you I intend to claim all of your holes, and I haven’t been in this juicy cunt yet.”

  Another one of those strangled whimpers escaped her, and when he looked up at her, she was biting her lip so hard, she was in danger of drawing blood.

  Reaching up, he pulled that soft flesh away from danger, and supporting himself with one hand next to her head, claimed those luscious lips in a kiss. Lukas could taste himself mixed in with his Jacqui’s sweet flavor, and groaning he took the kiss deeper. Jacqui ran her hands over his shoulders, and round to his pectorals, where she traced his nipples, making his cock jump anew. Grinning, Lukas pulled back and looked down to where his now rock-hard dick was leaving a wet trail on his girl’s quivering abdomen.

  “Hmm, will you look at that? It seems I’m more than capable of claiming my sweet pussy, but first things first. Did I give you permission to touch me?”

  He couldn’t hide his delight when Jacqui froze, mid exploring his abs, and frowned. She looked so utterly adorably flustered. It was almost too easy this messing with her.

  “I’m sorry, Sir?”

  Lukas pulled back onto his knees, and made a big show of studying her.

  “That’s a nice start, but I think you can do better, can’t you, little subbie?”

  Chapter Eight

  “Sorry, Sir. I don’t…”

  Jacqui searched her brain for whatever he might want from her, as Lukas crossed his arms over his muscular chest and waited. A chest she’d had such fun exploring moments before, and one she would never grow tired of looking at. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his body anywhere, just nicely formed muscle, covered by smooth skin, with just the right amount of chest hair. Her throat went dry when she followed the enticing downy trail of hair starting from his navel and acting like a beacon to his once again fully erect cock.

  She felt rather foolish, having expressed her astonishment at his rapid recovery time, even if the flare of heated approval in his eyes had told her he’d liked her reaction. He also seemed to have enjoyed the blowjob. When he’d sworn halfway through, she’d frozen, worried she’d done something wrong.

  “You’re thinking mighty hard there, little dove.” His quiet voice pulled her out of her thoughts, and she looked up from his magnificent cock to see him smiling at her. “I’m not angry with you, and you have certainly not earned yourself another punishment, if that’s what has you frowning like that.”

  When she shook her head, his brows drew together.

  “Then what is the matter, sweetheart? Talk to me. I told you already, communication is vital in this lifestyle, and I’m not a mind reader. What has you looking so worried?”

  That was the second time now he’d called her by that endearment, and while that was no doubt something he called the women he was intimate with, it still made her heart beat faster and wish for things that would never be.

  Jacqui dropped her gaze, unable to maintain eye contact under the heated scrutiny of his blue orbs. It meant that her eyes were immediately drawn back to his cock. Standing up fully erect it truly was a spectacular specimen. Long, thick, and heavily veined, it looked enormous from this angle, and a flutter of apprehension crawled up her spine at the thought of his fucking her with that, let alone taking him up the ass. Her jaw still ached from the blowjob she had given him, and he had said he would claim all of her holes tonight.

  “Jacqui, talk to me.”

  The use of her name stung for some strange reason, and she blinked back unexpected tears. What in the hell was that about? But he sounded … disappointed … and that left a strange ache behind in her very soul. It further confirmed what Jacqui had known deep down since she’d first started to look into the lifestyle. She was indeed submissive, and she wanted nothing more than to please her dominant. And for tonight, at least, Lukas was just that.

  Bearing that in mind she blurted out the utmost concern on her mind. “I’m just not sure it will work.”

  Lukas expelled a breath, and grasping her chin lifted her head until she had no choice but to look at him.

  “What won’t work, sweetheart? You’re doing great. Too great, in fact, I keep forgetting you’re new to this, and I’m pushing you too hard, so—”

  “No, no, it’s not that. I…” Jacqui bit her lip. When his eyebrows rose it dawned on her that she’d interrupted him. “Sorry, Sir, it’s just—”

  She slammed her mouth shut, and Lukas smiled.

  “Go on, don’t clam up on me now. It’s just what?” he asked. The compassion in his eyes gave her the courage to continue.

  “I’ve loved everything we’ve done so far. You haven’t pushed me too hard, not really. And besides that’s what you Domly types do, right?”

  She stopped talking when he laughed and shook his head.

  “That’s what you see me as? A Domly type?”

  Fortunately, genuine amusement showed in the laughter lines crinkling up the corners of his eyes, and with a deep breath she continued.

  “I don’t mean any disrespect by that, Sir. It’s just, I knew there was something about you from the minute I first saw you. I just didn’t have the knowledge.” She glanced at him to gauge his reaction, and when he nodded, she continued. “I didn’t know enough about myself or the lifestyle to recognize it was your Dominance that drew my inner subbie if you like.”

  Jeez, this baring one’s soul sure wasn’t easy, and if anyone had told her only this morning, she would be having this discussion with her sex-on-legs-neighbor, while naked in his bed, she’d have laughed her ass off. Yet, that’s exactly what she was doing, and, what’s more, it didn’t feel half as awkward as she thought it might have been. The difficulty came in finding the right words to express her feelings. To do so in this manner just seemed the right thing to do, and entirely natural, which no doubt meant she was getting in far too deep for her own good. After all, this was Lukas, and to all intents and purposes that man was a player.

  She had to remember that and not let this intimacy they had created allow her to get carried away with herself. One night, that’s all she was given here.

  “You can have no idea how much it pleases me to hear you say that, little dove.” The curious catch in his voice made Jacqui’s heart beat faster, and she offered him a tremulous smile.

  “Why do you keep calling me that?” she asked, and Lukas grinned.

  “Little dove?”

  At her nod, he continued. “Because you remind me of one. All little, fragile, and gentle, yet with an inner core of steel and a single-minded determination to get where you need to be. Kind of like a homing pigeon, you know.”

  He laughed when she frowned at that.

  “I like dove, but I’m not sure being compared to a homing pigeon is all that flattering, Sir.”

  Lukas threw his head back and laughed, and she, too, gave up any pretense of being annoyed, especially when he sobered and sitting down, pulled her across and onto his lap. Jacqui settled into the cuddle he offered with a little, content sigh, and he tightened his hold on her.

  “I have a confession to make here, too, while we are being honest and talking like this.”

  “Oh?” She couldn’t help but tense at those words, and clearly picking up on her emotions, or at the very least her body language, Lukas pulled her closer. He then proceeded to run lazy circles over her back, which made her far too aware of him again.

  “I’ve been watching you, ever since you moved in, but I convinced myself that you would never look at me twice.” When she gasped and shook her head, he laughed. “Not in any serious way, anyhow, and I wasn’t at all sure I was good enough for you.”

  That astonishing statement meant that she had to glance at him, and the myriad of emotions that crossed his face took her breath away. He seemed uncertain, and a little sad, which made no
sense at all and made her blurt out her answer before she could filter her words.

  “Are you freaking insane? You do own a mirror, right? Any woman starts drooling when she sees you for pity’s sake. Why would you not be good enough for me? It’s more the other way ‘round.” When he frowned and acted as though he was about to say something to refute that, she put her hand over his mouth, and shook her head at him.

  “No, please, Sir, let me get this off my chest. I’ve seen the women you go out with. They’re all … well … they’re all far more sophisticated than me, and most of them look like freaking super models.” She tightened her hold on his mouth when he growled. “No, it’s true. I have no body hang ups. I’ll never be a thin stick, and that’s fine. I like myself this way, but you surround yourself with those types, and that’s fine. I get it. A man in your position. I mean you live in this place, actually live and own it. Not like little old me, pretending to live the high life while being afraid to touch half of the antiques in that place. I…” She couldn’t continue that little speech, because Lukas chose that moment to lick her palm, while his hands were busy cupping her breasts. A shiver of pure need went through her when he flicked his thumbs across her nipples and the little points hardened instantly. Her hand fell away from his mouth, and in the next instant she was flat on the bed again with him on top of her.

  Pinned by his bodyweight, she couldn’t move, could scarcely breathe, truth be told, as he took her arms and pinned them above her head. He curled her fingers around the hand holds in his headboard, and another shiver went through her when it dawned on her why they were there. Clearly this was no ordinary bed, as confirmed by the rip of Velcro. Before she could even grasp his intentions, he’d straddled her legs, and he was securing her wrists.

  At her gasp he smiled, and once her wrists were fashioned together so that she couldn’t pull them apart, he ran his hands slowly down her arms, over her shoulders, and her collarbone, until he reached her breasts.

  Cupping the heavy globes, he pushed them together and then bent his head with a wicked grin, and ran the tip of his tongue over each hardened point. Jacqui groaned, and he grazed his teeth over the sensitive flesh.

  “Has anyone ever told you, you talk too much, little dove?”

  Jacqui couldn’t help it. She rolled her eyes. “You wanted me to talk, Sir, so, ow.”

  The sharp bite to the underside of her breast took her breath away, especially as it was instantly replaced by the soothing licks of his tongue.

  “Watch it, subbie. I enjoy a certain amount of sass, but you’re pushing the envelope here. If you don’t want me to gag you, you’ll be quiet now, unless I ask you a direct question. Are we clear?”

  He looked up at her, and when she nodded he grinned. Another gasp escaped her when he got off the bed, and rounding the bottom off it, grasped hold of her ankles, and yanked her down the bed until her arms were fully extended.

  “I should have asked this before I started restraining you, but you’re good to go? Don’t need the bathroom or anything?”

  Heat flared in Jacqui’s cheeks, as it dawned on her what he was asking, and she shook her head.

  “Good, then I’ll shackle your legs, too. I want you completely at my mercy for this, not least, because I have a few things to say, and this way you’ll not be able to get away from me, will you?”

  “No, Sir.” Her whispered answer made him smile, and when he tugged her leg to the side to cuff it to the heavy leather restraints he pulled out from under his mattress, Jacqui barely swallowed her moan of surrender. Already she could feel herself slipping back into that marvelous space where nothing mattered but the sound of his deep voice, calling her his good girl. Where all she had to worry about was pleasing him, safe in the knowledge that by giving him the control, he took away all of her worries, and left her with nothing but pleasure.

  “That’s my girl. The other leg now. I want to see how wet you are for me.”

  Jacqui shut her eyes, and allowed herself to sink deeper as the gentle tugging on her left leg told her he’d secured that, too.

  Sure enough, seconds later the bed dipped and Lukas ran his fingers under each of her restraints, before he cupped her pussy.

  “Soaked through, just like I thought, such a fucking turn-on, baby.”

  A drawer opened and shut, making her wonder what he was doing. The rip of foil caused her to open her eyes, and she swallowed nervously when she saw him slip the condom on. Not over his cock, as she had been expecting, but over what looked to her like an enormous butt plug. Yet it was nowhere near as thick as his cock.

  “Orange, please, Sir, don’t.”

  Lukas looked up from his task, and her stomach cramped fearing what he must think. He smiled at her, however, and put the plug down on the comforter she was lying on.

  “Good girl for remembering. What has you worried?”

  “I, that is … I’m not sure … I never … please, can we not do?” Her gaze darted to the sheathed plug next to his leg, and Lukas lifted it up.

  “Is this what’s worrying you, sweetheart? There is no need. It will help, trust me. It’s designed to stretch you a bit, and…” He paused when she shook her head, and he put the plug back down again.

  Jacqui breathed a sigh of relief when he cupped her face, and kissed her nose. The action was so unexpected and gentle in nature it brought tears to her eyes, and she hastily blinked them away.

  “I’m sorry, I’m not ready for that. I can’t see how that would fit, let alone you.” She slid her gaze back down to his sizeable erection, and swallowed hard.

  A groan escaped her when Lukas took his cock in hand and started to slowly bring his hand up and down his haft. A drop of pearly white liquid appeared at the top of his dick, and he slid his thumb through it to use that moisture as lubrication.

  “I’ll fit, little dove, don’t you worry, but if it worries you I don’t have to claim your ass tonight. We can work up to that slowly, and when you are ready to try. I’ll make it special for you, I promise.”

  Jacqui frowned at his words, even as she breathed a sigh of relief.

  “But, you said, and we only have tonight…”

  She stopped speaking at his soft curse, and took in the sight that was Lukas tearing open another condom packet with his teeth. In a few expert moves, he sheathed himself, and in the next instant he was on top of her. With one ruthless thrust that made her toes curl under with the intensity and speed of his possession, he bottomed out inside of her, and Jacqui couldn’t breathe. Stuffed full of his cock, she gasped for air as her internal muscles struggled to accept him.

  “Relax, breathe, baby, you can do this. You feel fucking wonderful around my cock. Tight, wet, and mine.”

  His strained words in her ear as he held still pitched her need for him higher, and Jacqui made a conscious effort to relax her muscles. A bead of sweat fell off his forehead onto hers, and Jacqui squeezed around his cock. He swore again, and she marveled at the way his cock twitched inside of her. He was in so deep, he nudged her cervix, and the slight pain sent a rush of wet heat along his shaft. Lukas pulled out slightly, making Jacqui whimper at the scrape against sensitive tissues that sent darts of needs down to her clit.

  “That’s my girl. I need to move. Tell me that’s okay.”

  The strain in his voice echoed her own desperate need for him to do something, and somehow she managed to voice a faint affirmation.

  “Thank fuck for that.”

  With those heartfelt words, he began to move, gently at first, until Jacqui yanked on her restraints in a desperate bid to touch him, to urge him to go faster.

  Chuckling, Lukas took the hint and upped the speed of his thrusts. Cupping her ass, he lifted her up, enabling him to slide deeper still. Every move scraped against her sweet spot, and in no time at all, Jacqui was hovering on the edge of another release. It shouldn’t be possible. Not after the numerous times she had come already, but when he dipped his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, t
he added stimulation acted like a livewire straight to her clit. Screwing her eyes shut and tipping her head back, Jacqui panted herself through another orgasm so intense she was glad of being tied down, lest she’d have floated away on her cloud of pure ecstasy.

  That should have been a ridiculous notion, but fitted somehow, especially as Lukas lost all restraint and started to fuck her like a madman. Her breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts, the bed banged against the wall, and the wet sounds filling the air around them served to pitch her need higher.

  As did her Sir seemingly riveted by the sight of his fucking her, as confirmed by his next words.

  “If you could see how stretched you are, how tight your eager little cunt grabs my dick. You’re soaking me, baby. Come for me again, now.”

  When he added his thumb to her over-sensitized clit, Jacqui screamed as another orgasm shook her body. Not as intense as the last one, it still took her breath away, and seemed to send him, too, over the edge. With a hoarse shout, he stiffened above her, thrust in deep, and stayed there, with his cock twitching inside of her, prolonging her own trembles. Lukas slumped, squashing her into the mattress, yet she didn’t mind one little bit as she waited for her breathing to slow down. After what seemed like an eternity, he lifted himself off her slightly and reaching between them, pulled out of her slowly. Jacqui couldn’t help but wince as swollen, sensitive flesh protested the move. Her pussy clamped down of its own accord seemingly determined to hold onto Lukas’s cock. He caught her whimper of distress in the kiss he gave her, and Jacqui burst into tears.

  Chapter Nine

  Of all the reactions he’d imagined Jacqui to give after they finally made love, not once had she burst into tears in those scenarios. His chest tightened with untold, unfamiliar, and if he was honest with himself, downright terrifying emotions.

  It was clear from the mental label he’d given what they’d just done that this woman, valiantly trying to stop crying while she murmured apologies, meant a hell of a lot to him. Fuck knows, why her and why now. Lukas was many things, however, and a fool wasn’t one of them.