by J. Richards
“OK.” Her breathing picks up just a fraction. “Do you like to use whips and that kind of thing?” she asks softly.
“Only as a warm-up to sensitize your pretty skin. I don’t like to leave marks or draw blood. If that is something you want, we can travel to a club for you to explore those things, but I am unable to give them to you.”
She bites into her lip and places her hand over his. “I don’t think I do. But I’m happy that if I did, you would be willing to help me figure it out.”
“Good girl.” He tips his head to her plate. “So you agree to everything I’ve said? You are OK with giving up your control, each and every time you are in my home? You are willing to obey my wishes simply because I want you to?”
“Yes,” she breathes. She looks down at her food and finishes off the last few bites. “I’ve actually wanted this kind of relationship for a while now. I was always too afraid to ask the guys I was with at the time.”
“I’m more than happy to be the only one you explore with.” He clears their plates and helps her off the stool. “Are you ready to begin or would you like a few days to process and make sure you really want to do this?”
“Now please.” Her hands touch his chest lightly. His hands on her hips tighten and he turns her around. She lets him have control over her body. The first step to whatever world she just walked into. Gavin’s lips trace the shell of her ear.
“Go to my bedroom, strip, and get on your knees.” He feels the small shudder shake her core and he smiles. “For now, we will treat it as ‘learn as you go’ kind of thing. Once I know you understand how something will work, I will expect it of you. Do you understand, kitten?” She nods and pulls air into her lungs. “Your answer should be ‘Yes, sir’ or ‘Yes, Gavin,’ whichever you are more comfortable with for now.”
“Yes.” She pauses. “Yes, sir?” She tests the way it feels on her tongue. Gavin grins and smacks the fattest part of her ass to get her moving. Her squeak of surprise makes his cock grow in his pants.
Once she is out of the kitchen, he adjusts his dick to a more comfortable position. He takes Kane out to use the bathroom. This could take a while once he begins. The dog is surprisingly fast, and they go back into the house. Gavin lays a few blankets from the linen closet on the floor in the laundry room. He places a bowl of water and a slice of pizza on the floor near the makeshift bed.
“Sorry to lock you up, buddy. I can’t have you trying to stop me.” He smiles at the dog’s happy huff as he drops on the blankets. “I’ll be back to let you out again before we go to sleep.” He shuts the door and walks to the bedroom. He walks softly, not wanting to alert Victoria to his presence.
The sight in his bedroom is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. Many women have dropped to their knees for him; none have looked as stunning as Victoria. All her milky skin bared for his pleasure. Her red hair in long, loose waves against her back as she sits with her head lowered. Hands instinctively on her thighs. She will be a great submissive when she unlocks that part of herself, he thinks. He walks a slow circle around her, enjoying the way her breathing spikes and her knees shift apart.
“Very nice, kitten.” He picks up a portion of her hair and lets it slip through his fingers. “You already make me very proud of you.” He stands in front of her, his cock begging for her touch. He caresses just under her chin, and she lifts her head to look up at him. “Take my cock out for me.” His voice is steady, his control pulsing in invisible waves around the both of them. Her tiny fingers pull down his pants, and his cock jumps out at her. His thumb brushes across his lower lip. “Do you want to taste me, Victoria?”
“Yes, sir,” she purrs.
“And if I said I wanted to shove it down your throat until your eyes fill with tears and you gag? Would you still want to taste me?”
Her back lengthens as she lifts her ass off her heels. Her lips open and her tongue swipes over both lips. “Y-yes, sir.”
“Does that makes your pussy wet for me?” He grips his cock in his hand and starts to stroke it in front of her face. His cockhead taps against her lower lip while he waits for her response. “Do you want my cock more than you want air to breathe?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her eyes turning a darker shade of green.
“Yes, what, kitten?”
“Yes, sir. I want that.”
“Open your jaw wide. Don’t move,” he instructs. “I am gonna fuck your mouth until I am satisfied.”
She nods and her mouth opens as wide as she can get it. He growls in pleasure and pushes his dick past her lips. He thrusts in until his head bumps the back of her throat. She swallows, and he fears he won’t last long at all.
He pumps his dick in and out against her tongue, each time getting a little deeper. Her small mouth is shallow, and he can only fit half of his long dick down her throat before her gagging becomes too strong.
Her eyes blink and a tear tinted with her black eyeliner stains her cheek. The sight is enough to unravel the last bit of his control. He slams into the back of her throat and lets go. Hot, sticky cum shoots down her throat. She further surprises him when she shuts her mouth around him and sucks deeply. Swallowing the gift of his seed. His eyes shut and he lets her milk his cock with her tongue. The sensations become too much, and he pulls out, stepping back from her body to look at her.
“Thank you, kitten. That was perfect.” He grabs her body gently, just under her armpits, and pulls her to her feet. “Lie on the bed, on your back, pretty girl.”
She moves to the bed and does as he has asked. Her body trembles from head to toe. He climbs on the bed on top of her and parts her thighs to let his soft dick rest against her heated core. He kisses each of her eyelids and then her mouth. His right hand slips up her thighs, over her stomach, and cups her left breast.
“For tonight your safe word will be peaches. Utter it and everything stops. We talk about what went wrong or scared you and find a solution. Do you understand?” She nods. “Say it, Victoria.”
“I understand, sir. My safe word is peaches.”
“Good girl,” he moans against her jaw. He kisses his way down her neck while he pinches and tugs her rose-pink nipples. She arches under him and moans. He licks over the stiff peak and drops his fingers to her cunt. For the first time since laying eyes on her, he enters her perfect body, his long finger pushing past her lower lips and into her hot sheath.
She gasps in surprise at the thrust. Gavin curls his finger and strokes her G-spot. Her body squirms under him, bucking her hips against his hand.
“My cock is going to be here in a matter of minutes. You are so fucking tight, kitten. I may just split you in half.”
His words push her over the edge of pleasure. Her sweet pussy sucks his finger as she contracts around him. He kisses her mouth, stealing her moans. When she begins to recover, he pulls his finger from her body and traces the slick juices over her lower lip. He licks and sucks at the glossed lower lip while he positions his cockhead at her entrance.
“You like that, baby girl?” he asks as he looks down at her, flushed and panting from his actions.
“Yes, sir,” she purrs again and licks at her own lip, tasting her cum in the same manner he did. He flexes his core, driving his cock into her pussy. An inch at a time he fills her up, stuffing her till she’s full, till his cock feels like it’s rocking against her lungs and pushing the air from her with each stroke. Her pussy tightens around him and he grunts. Even having just come he’s ready to fill her again.
“Fuck, baby!” He pulls out from her body and lowers his forehead to hers before she drives him over the edge. “I am so sorry, Victoria. So sorry.” He climbs off the bed and walks to the dresser on the other side of the room.
“What? For what? Please don’t stop, Gavin…sir,” she corrects herself, sitting up on the bed, reaching out for him.
“Oh I am not stopping, baby.” He pulls out a condom and holds it up. “You have me so tangled up, I forgot to protect you. I am clean, but I do
n’t want to cause you stress.” He opens the square package and covers his cock in the rubber cover.
“I’m on the pill. You don’t need to.”
“We’ll talk about that another time.” He crawls back into place. This time he pounds into her instead of moving slowly. “Fuck, you are so hot.” He growls the words and places both his hands under her head.
His hips crash against hers in his hurried need to claim her, make her his in the only way his brain understands. He kisses her collarbone and moves his lips to the meaty part of her shoulder. He bites her skin gently until she cries out. The sounds of their fucking fill the room and his mind. He shuts his eyes, and her inner walls clutch at him in a tizzy, her telltale sign she’s ready to come for him.
“Give it to me, Victoria. Come on my cock, baby girl.”
She screams her pleasure at his command. Heat grips his balls and they draw up. He empties his nuts into the condom. His cock jerks inside her as they come together.
He pulls from her slowly, smiling as she whimpers at the loss of his body. He rolls to her side and removes the condom, dropping it into a small wastebasket near the bed. He pulls her against his side and kisses the top of her head. She snuggles against him and wraps her leg over his thighs.
“Thank me for your pleasure, kitten.”
“Thank you, sir.” She lifts her head and kisses him sweetly. When she pulls away from him, he catches a glimpse of her bright smile. He grins back at her and slips from under her body. Getting up out of the bed, he lifts the covers and tucks her under them.
“I am going to let Kane out. I’ll be right back.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Vicki tangles her limbs in the covers of Gavin’s bed. His scent fills her nose and surrounds her. She has the feeling that she has only dipped her toes into the pleasure pool he is capable of submerging her into, but this tiny taste has her starving for more. Something about the tone of his voice and the sure way his hands hold her makes her feel like she was alive her whole life but hadn’t started living until he spoke to her soul.
She can hear Kane’s happy barks and a smile takes over her face. She climbs from the bed and shifts the curtains to peek out the window. She is stunned by the sight. Her handsome Sex God is playing fetch with her baby. Gavin’s strong arm puts in little effort, not allowing the dog to run far, but still letting him burn his pent-up energy in a way safe for his healing.
Kane drops the ball at Gavin’s bare feet. He tilts his head at the dog and is met with a mirrored action. With a giggle she turns and dives back into the bed, not wanting to be caught spying. She hears the door open and close and Kane’s paws thundering down the hall. Her sweet puppy bursts through the door and makes a leap for the bed. He finds her in the covers and pounces on her. She covers her head with a squeal, and Kane roots around looking for a way to uncover his owner.
Another large weight dips the bed, and human hands start tickling her sides. She screams again and tries to wiggle free of Gavin’s hold. His hands are relentless, and her breath gets sucked away by her laughter.
“Get her, boy! Where is she?” Gavin goads the dog, making Kane use his paws to dig at the covers.
“Stop, stooooop!” Laughter bubbles from her body as Gavin’s wicked fingers work lower to tickle her hip bones. She thrashes under the covers, and they slip from her head. Kane barks as she appears. “Gavin!” she whines his name in a plea for mercy. His fingers still and he chuckles.
“I assume this means tickle play is not something you want to explore further?”
“W-what?” she stutters, flipping her hair out of her face she looks at him. “That’s a thing?”
“Yes, baby.” His delight is plain on his sexy face. “It is.”
She giggles. “Why?”
“Different strokes for different folks, I guess.” He winks and gets off the bed. “Kane,” he calls in an authoritative voice. “Back to your room. I have the urge to turn your Mama’s ass red.” He winks at Vicki before leaving to secure Kane.
He returns within seconds and stands at the edge of the bed. He looks her over and taps his fingers against his chin.
“Sir?” she asks softly and then teases him. “Are you plotting?”
“Always, Victoria.” He points to the corner of the bed. “Please, come stand here. Bend over and stretch your arms out.” She slips to the end of the bed and puts herself in the position he requested of her. “If I bind your wrists could you be comfortable?”
“No, Gavin, please don’t do that.” She looks at him from over her shoulder, suddenly uncertain. He places his palms to her shoulders and massages the knots from her tiny body.
“I understand, Victoria. I’d like to work on relieving you of that fear in the future. I will not push that limit for a while because of what happened. But know that it would please me very much to see you in my ropes.” His hands slide down curves of her sides, over the flare of her beautiful hips and to her perfect ass cheeks. He squeezes them in both hands and she gasps. “My ropes, Victoria. No one else’s. Do you agree to trust me when I feel the time is right?”
“Yes, sir,” she moans into her biceps.
“Such a brave, beautiful girl. Who do you belong to?”
“You, Gavin,” she purrs and his cock lengthens.
“I am going to spank you, because I want to. Because I believe it will bring you pleasure.” His hands slips under her ass to part her thighs wide enough that she needs to lean forward and rest all her weight on the corner of the bed. “What is your safe word?”
“Peaches, sir,” she answers quickly.
“I am so impressed with your manners. Such a fast learner,” he praises her. He lifts his arm, and the first tap of her ass is light and lands at the top of her right cheek. “Fuck, your ass ripples perfectly, Victoria. You make my dick so damn hard.”
He strikes her again three more times in a row, each one increasing in strength. He rubs his hands over the areas he popped. She sighs and her ass lifts to meet his touch.
“Such a pretty shade of pink,” he tells her. “But we both know how incredible you look in a darker shade.” He avoids the use of her safe word, and she makes a mental note to do the same.
He begins to spank her again, his hand slightly cupped to get the most coverage of her cheeks. He moves his hand around to avoid making one spot too sore. She squiggles and squirms as he works. Her response only seems to make him harder. He keeps his hands on her heated flesh but drops to his knees behind her.
“Don’t move,” he warns in a deep voice. His fingers part her pussy lips, and his long tongue licks from her clit to her tight pucker. She groans and forces her body to be still, not wanting to disappoint him. He moans against her sensitive lips and sucks her clit tightly into his mouth.
Vicki’s thighs tremble and her hands fist in the sheets. The spanking had surprised her, each strike of his hand making her pussy wetter, more needy. She rises up on her toes, calves flexing as he brings her closer and closer to another orgasm.
With her tiny bundle of nerves locked between his sealed lips, he begins flicking the top of it with his tongue. At the same time he stabs two fingers into her pussy. She screams as the orgasm rushes through her, tightening every nerve in her body until it feels as though it will shatter for him. His name becomes a chant she can’t end. He lets go of her clit and removes his fingers.
He stands and removes the pants that he’d thrown back on to take Kane outside. He wraps his throbbing member in a condom and angles it to her tight hole. With a quick, fierce thrust he fills her, shoving her body up the bed as he pounds into her.
The man is a machine. He pistons into her pussy, his cockhead pressing against her G-spot with every motion. His big hand grips under her right knee and pulls up, making her tuck her right leg on the bed by her side. The change in position makes him feel even bigger. She cries out again and again as another orgasm threatens to take her.
“Gavin,” she screams. One of his hands holds her hip. His fingers
dig into her flesh so tightly she knows she will have his fingerprints with her for the next few days. A precious memento of this moment.
“Give it to me, baby girl.” He growls. His voice controls her body in ways she’s never dreamed of. Her hot cunt turns to lava as she gushes around his cock. She shivers under him and pants his name. He no longer tries to hold out. His cock twitches and empties inside the condom. He slows his strokes and leans against her back, kissing her shoulders, the base of her neck.
Barking thunders from down the hall. The sounds of Kane scratching at the laundry room door makes Gavin pull from her and throw the condom in the wastebasket quickly. He yanks up his pants and points to the bathroom.
“Get in there, peaches. This isn’t play, lock the door. Do not open it for anyone but me,” he orders, and she scrambles off the bed. Her melted bones refuse, but fear urges them on.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
If the dog belonged to him, he would let him out to chase down whatever noise he thought he’d heard. But Kane isn’t his and still isn’t well. There’s no chance in hell Gavin would put Victoria’s dog in harm’s way. Even to protect her.
He keeps the lights off and keeps his back to the walls as he makes his way from the bedroom down the hall. Kane is really trying to bust down the door, and Gavin fears the big boy may actually succeed. He reaches the hall closet and opens the door. He pulls out the small handgun he keeps there and switches the safety off.
He creeps further down the hall and across the living room. His porch light is on but nothing appears out of place outside from what he can tell. His feet meet the cool tile of the kitchen, and he scans the room. A tall, shadowy figure stands out in the darkness, and his heart pounds. Sweat begins to trickle down his spine.
“Who’s there?” Gavin asks in as steady a voice as he can manage. A flame comes to life in the figure’s hand. Instinctively, he knows it’s Dave. Come to finish what he failed to accomplish last night. This asshole doesn’t waste any time, does he?
