by April Zyon
“Good point. And you won’t hurt me. I know that you won’t. I might be tiny, but I’m sturdy. I won’t break. I will also try very hard not to break you, too.”
He didn’t laugh at her words. Instead, he tipped her chin up to press a kiss to her lips. Taking her hand in his, he hooked it over his arm and walked with her through the corridors back to their rooms.
Holly was very proud of her restraint. She didn’t say or do anything until they were inside. The moment the door closed behind them, though, she jumped into his arms, her mouth closing over his in a desperate and hungry kiss.
He caught her easily, his hands landing on her butt to hold her up against him. Teasing her lips, he moved slowly through the space. She didn’t care where they went, not as long as he was kissing her. Demaratus fell down onto the sofa, one palm moving to cup her head so their teeth didn’t bump.
Her knees settled on either side of his thighs, and she ran her hands down his chest. “I need you,” she said against his lips. She felt the heat of the medallion against her skin and whimpered. “I want to be with you, Demaratus, in all ways. I never want to give up how good this feels with you. Please?” She hoped that he understood. They’d just met, and she had never believed in fate or love at first sight, but she felt things for him she had never felt with anyone, ever.
Slipping his fingers into her hair, he tugged to draw her head back. “Soon,” he said. It was a promise, she knew, even though she didn’t understand the delay. “First, we need to discuss a few more things.”
She inhaled deeply and nodded. “Okay. I know that our lives will be tied when we come together. You said I’ll die when you do. I’m good with that. So, what else?” She rubbed her cheek to his hand.
“Boundaries,” he threw out, like she’d know exactly what he was referring to. “Everyone has limits to what they are willing to do. Then there are the things they’re willing to try. We need to discuss what your boundaries are, which are flexible until we’ve tried something, and which are hard no’s.”
Now she understood what he was getting at. She felt her face flush. “No potty or blood play and no humiliation. I do want to know what it is to be bound, blindfolded, and taken in every possibly way. I’ve never been able to trust anyone to be all of that to me, for me.”
“Any other things you’ve fantasized about but never thought you could do? It can be anything, Holly. We’ll always have open discussion when it comes to our sexual wants and needs. Nothing is taboo. Whether we both agree or not is entirely different. To talk about and to do are two very different things.”
“I’m not sure. I’ve read a lot of stuff and watched a lot of porn, but I’ve never, not in practice, and well…” She was stumbling over her speech but couldn’t help herself. “I’ve never been able to trust anyone that much. No one before you, and we’ve just met. How odd is that?” And he had held a flipping gun to her head. She should hate him, and scratch and claw at him, but couldn’t find it in herself at all to do that.
As if he knew where her thoughts had drifted, he brushed his fingers lightly to the temple the weapon had rested against before continuing down her cheek. “So, just the one time when you were sixteen? Nothing after?”
She shook her head. “Just lots of porn.” She lived inside her computers more often than not. She didn’t do relationships, and she certainly didn’t trust men. Well, save for one seeming exception.
Stroking his fingers over her throat, he nodded slowly.
“The only thing that has given me true satisfaction before you kissed me was my computer system. Shit, my computers,” she grumbled. “Those were my babies. They got me through all kinds of stuff, from Steel Magnolias to Deep Dick Nine.”
“Your computers are in storage. Depending on how quickly Alexander was able to pull the plugs, there may still be something there. Of course, that also depends on how fast you were working on things. I suppose you’ll have to take a look,” he said. “Though one would think someone of your talent would have had everything backed up somewhere nice and secure.”
“Who, me?” Holly smirked. “I would never, ever have anything backed up.” When Demaratus just looked at her, she smiled. “Okay, yes. Everything is backed up, but the computers are likely toast. For sure. I was working double time to get that shit nuked because I thought you guys were the feds.”
“They identified themselves as Marines, even had Marine Corps credentials, and yet you thought it was one of the agencies? That, I don’t understand. When I tell them about this, you may need to make some apologies. They tend to get miffed about such things. Only thing worse is lumping them in with the Navy.”
She snorted. “I just thought that you guys were the feds because I had also been dipping into some things I shouldn’t have.” She knew her face was red this time. She felt the heat flooding her cheeks. “How did we get from talking about sex and boundaries to talking about me and my hacking?” she asked suddenly and leaned into his light touch once more.
“Because you were talking about the satisfaction only your computers have been able to supply up to this point, and how you’d miss them. Which then brought about you remembering that they were fried and going on about your addiction to pornography. Something we’ll need to wean you from, I think.”
“Oh believe me, Demaratus, if I have you in my life, I don’t need pornography. Crap balls. I keep blurting out whatever the hell is on my mind when I’m with you. Is that normal?”
“No idea, but I happen to like that you’re completely honest me with me, even if you’re not fully aware of what you’re saying until you’ve said it.” Pulling her closer, he kissed her cheek and brushed his lips slowly down to her neck. “You think I’m enough to keep all your kinky little needs happy so you don’t have the urge to watch more?”
“Hell yeah. And if I ever do get the urge to watch one, I’ll have you with me. Naked.” She let her gaze roam over his beautiful form, then fanned herself. “Is it getting hot in here? Maybe we should turn on the AC?”
“The air conditioner is on,” he said, nibbling at her throat. “But if you’re feeling a little too warm, we could pull off your shirt.” Demaratus slipped his hand under the garment to rub his fingers up and down her back.
“I need you. Desperately. We have my boundaries, so what are yours?” she whispered.
He lifted his head to stare into her eyes. “I only have one. If you aren’t happy with me, or anything I’ve done, tell me. Too many have tried to kill me for being who I am, and I don’t think I could survive having someone who I truly care about do the same.”
“Then you need to tell me, too.” She cupped his face in her hands and nodded. “And do you honestly think with how I keep telling you every single thing on my mind that I would not tell you if I were unhappy?”
“I just don’t want anything to fester between us, Holly. We need to be open about all things and always talk to one another.” Spreading his palms over her skin, he kissed her gently.
When they parted, she licked her lips and looked up at him. “We’re together now. Nothing is going to come between us.”
“We’re only starting out. No need to get cocky so early in our relationship. We definitely have sparks, interest, and heat. But every relationship needs to be worked at constantly, and with dedication, so that it flourishes instead of stagnating.” He gave her another kiss before drawing back, scraping his teeth to her lip. “Up on your feet and strip for me,” he said in a firm tone.
She nodded and stood. She watched him as he watched her, taking her time. “Do I call you ‘Sir’?” She whispered the question. “I saw that in a movie. The Dominant ensured his submissive’s pleasure, and she called him ‘Sir.’ Is that right?”
“Only if you are comfortable with it. You can use my name, or that ridiculous nickname you’ve come up with, if you think it would be easier. I am not your Master and never will be. While I will be your Dominant, and you my submissive, this is always going to be an open relationship where w
e make our own rules. So go with whatever works for you, little warrior.”
She went to her knees, her hands behind her back and knees braced apart. Her head down and tilted to the side, she shuddered in need. “I think that I’m going to love you, DC. For the rest of your life.”
“Seeing you like this makes me wonder what sort of movies you’ve been watching,” he commented. She saw his feet move and in the next moment his fingers under her chin brought her face up. Leaning forward, with his elbows on his knees, Demaratus regarded her with what she could only assume was curiosity. “What else have you learned?”
“I’ve watched bondage movies, spankings, blindfolds, all of them with the woman submissive to the man. I like that. I think that I’ve learned how to give a blow job, but I don’t know, since I’ve never— Shit, there I go again.” Blurting out everything in my mind. Bloody brilliant.
“Sucking a man’s cock is something not every woman likes. Some love it, some do it out of a mistaken sense of duty, and others hate it but do it because they believe it is the only way that they might get fucked themselves. That’s not what we’re about. If we try something and you realize your expectations outshone the actual attempt, then we will never do it again. Now, what would you like to try first, little warrior?”
“I would really like to try the blow job, please? Sir.” She had never wanted to do anything so much in all of her life like she wanted to take him into her mouth.
Rubbing his thumb lightly over her chin, he nodded, then leaned back. Demaratus slouched slightly and studied her. Reaching down, he undid his belt and the buttons holding his fly closed. He lifted his hips a bit to push off his pants.
She smiled. “Do you know just how much I love the way you look at me like that? How do I do this?” She asked the question even as she licked her lips. “I don’t want to hurt you, but goodness, my mouth is watering.”
Holding up a finger, he leaned forward to tug off his boots and shed his jeans completely. Everything was tossed aside. Then he pulled off his shirt so he was as naked as she was before relaxing back once again. “Move in as close as you can get.” He passed her a pillow. “Kneel on that so you don’t hurt your knees. Then touch me. We’ll go slow, and I’ll let you know what feels good and what I don’t like. Listen to your instincts. Try not to overthink anything we do together. Go with your gut, because it will rarely steer you wrong.”
She put the pillow under her knees and did as he’d instructed. She let her feelings take over, simply leaned into him and braced her hands on his thighs. Reaching out, she touched her fingers to his cock, allowing them to stroke up and down his thick shaft. “Like this?” she asked, moving so that she could put her mouth on him.
Chapter Six
Demaratus let out a low growl that turned into a moan as Holly trailed her lips over the head of his cock. “Exactly like that,” he said in a husky tone. “Follow your instincts.”
She moved her mouth over him, her tongue darting out and tracing over the dome. Holly gave in then and did the only thing she could think of, taking him in and out of her mouth.
One of his hands went to her head, his fingers digging into her hair to hold on to it while she worked. “That’s right,” he said. “Run the tip of your tongue under the head.”
Her hand closed over the base of his cock and squeezed lightly before moving to meet with her lips. She moved them in tandem.
“By the goddess, you’re a quick study. Move your hand to cup my balls.” His fingers were tighter in her hair now, guiding her a little in her up-and-down movements.
She rolled his balls lightly and ran her tongue along a vein she found on his cock, letting teeth scrape lightly. She glanced up at him, then did it again, going off the moan that he gave in reaction.
His hand flexed in her hair, tugging on the strands a little as he shifted under her. The action pushed his cock deeper into her mouth. Demaratus’s breath was coming faster, and she could see the slight sheen of sweat on his brow as he watched her through hooded eyes with a hunger she didn’t fully understand.
She pulled back, her tongue swirling over the head of his cock and toying with the hole at the center. “Tell me what you need, please? Sir?” She whispered the last word in a voice she didn’t recognize. It was one filled with need and pure submission.
“Climb up here so I can taste you,” he told her. Not once did he let go of the hold he had on her hair, though he did loosen a little. “I want you to stand on the sofa, straddling my legs, so your pussy is where I can reach it with my mouth.”
She nodded and did as he’d instructed. She leaned down for a moment and looked at him before saying, “I get waxed down there because I like how it feels. Is that okay?”
He slid his free hand down her torso to run a finger over the top of her mound. “More than okay. It will make everything we do all the more intense for you. With nothing to block the nerve endings.”
He gripped her hips and tugged her forward until she could feel his breath. She whimpered.
“I can smell your need and see how wet you are.” The tip of his tongue gently traced a small circle over the smooth skin of her pussy. It was followed by a kiss before his tongue lightly brushed to her clit this time. His hands tightened on her behind when she wavered.
“Oh my God.” She braced her hands on his head and rubbed herself against his face. “That feels so damn good.” He was right. She was in need. She was aching with desire. “So good,” she praised him.
Using his teeth, he scraped the sensitive nub gently, over and over again. Each time, she found herself rocking forward for more. But he was keeping everything light and teasing. Between his tongue and teeth, he was driving her a little insane.
“You’re killing me. But in such a great way. Please never stop.” Her toes curled into the couch as she moved against him. His fingers dug into her butt cheeks, and she loved it.
His gaze lifted to meet hers as he put his mouth over her clit and sucked hard. He rubbed with his tongue before thrusting it through her folds. When he pulled her in closer, she went easily and eagerly.
She shifted so that her knee was on the back of the sofa. “Demaratus,” she whispered, pushing her pussy against his face again.
“Hold on, and don’t let go,” he ordered. Then he was moving one of his hands. After spreading her folds to bare it, he suckled on the tight bud and slowly slid a finger into her.
“Holy Christ.” Her knees buckled. Now it was only his grip and the back of the sofa that held her upright. “I’m going to come.” Her whole body shook with the need. “Help me.”
“Come for me, Holly,” he breathed against her skin. Somehow, he eased her down to lie on the sofa, moving over her, his finger still stroking in and out of her. “Come for me, little warrior. Let me see it.”
She held on for a couple more moments. Then she let herself go, crying out as she came. Her whole body shook with the force of her release.
“Beautiful.” His finger stilled as she began to come down a little, but he didn’t move his hand away. “I think we could get at least another two, maybe three, out of you, though.”
“I think you could do anything you want to with me.”
One of his brows went up a little at her breathless burst of words. He began to move his finger again, slowly teasing her swollen pussy into another gush of liquid. If she hadn’t been so relaxed and at peace, it might have been embarrassing. Soon it didn’t matter, because she felt him stretching her with the addition of another digit.
She gasped at the feeling of him preparing her body for him, as she knew that’s what he was doing. “Demaratus.” She positioned her legs so that they were both over his shoulders. Then she put her hand on his head again and caressed his cheek. She needed him to know how much she loved what he was doing to her.
“Yes?” he asked, turning his face to press a kiss to her inner thigh. His fingers withdrew, then pushed back in even slower than before. He’d added a third.
She lif
ted herself up once more and encouraged him to continue with the way that he was loving her. “I wish you were inside of me. I want to feel your heat covering me.”
“Soon,” he told her. “But not until I’m sure you’re ready. It’s been so long for you. Just feel and enjoy.”
“Oh, I am so enjoying this.” She lifted and moved with him again and again. “You feel perfect,” she confessed. “Please, will you give me more?”
When he twisted his fingers, it was like he’d touched her with a live wire. Her entire body went taut with need, her toes curling up as she tried to assimilate what he was doing to her.
Holly’s scream was silent. She arched back against the cushions. “You are so perfect. Demaratus. I’m going to come again.” She felt him pressing deeper. Her eyes went wide, and she looked at him. “Wait.” She bit her lower lip. “That hurts a little.”
Rubbing his cheek to her hand, he squeezed her hip. “Breathe through it slowly.”
She nodded, taking several deep breaths. “I’m ready for more.” The pain was gone, and there was that buildup of pleasure once more.
He watched her for a time before nodding and pulling his fingers from her body. “Not here, though. I want you in a real bed, where we can be comfortable.” Pushing up, he scooped her into his arms and carried her through to the bedroom. Slowly, he laid her down on the mattress. “Move into the middle.”
She scooted over, her gaze never leaving his. She needed his touch. “Demaratus, please?” She reached for him.
Crawling up, he moved over her and eased down so that she was taking some of his weight. His right side was hot against her as he settled in. “Yes, little warrior?” He brushed a kiss to her jaw and nipped at her chin.
She lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist to give him access to all of her. She sighed. “I love the way the heat of your medallion feels against me.” She bit her lower lip. “Please, love me?”
One of his palms moved to cup her cheek as he stared down into her eyes. She didn’t know what he was looking for, or if he saw it, but the kiss he gave her next was different from all the others. It was tender but not gentle. It was hungry without ravishing. In a word, it was perfect. “Already do,” he whispered against her lips. Shifting his hips, he reached down between them. Then she felt the press of his cock to her pussy.
