by KD Robichaux
Even so, seeing his massive erection that bobs between my legs, I tremble with worry that has me remembering I’ve never had sex without it being painful before.
He returns to his position above me, his elbows coming down on either side of my head, and he looks down into my eyes. He must sense my sudden apprehension, because his face softens. “I’m going to take care of you, Astrid,” he says low, his voice so deep it sends goose bumps skittering over my flesh. “I’m going to erase all the bad memories you have and replace them with good, just like you asked.” He kisses me gently on the lips, and I nod against him.
“I…” I swallow, embarrassed by the thought that crossed my mind, and I shake my head, deciding not to worry about it, because I know he’d never put me in harm’s way.
“What is it, goddess?” he prompts, his startlingly blue eyes imploring.
My cheeks turn hot, but I know he won’t drop it until I speak. “I um… I have an IUD—um, birth control. And I got tested during my well woman checkup right after I moved in. I’m all clean, and I’ve never been with anyone besides… um. Yeah. I’m sorry. This is so awkward. I don’t know how people usually bring this up and we never talked about it before, but I just wanted you to know that although I’m unhealthy in a lot of ways, that’s not one of them, and—”
“Astrid,” he cuts off my miserable rambling, and he sifts his fingers through the hair at my temples. “That’s very responsible of you. Thank you for telling me.” He keeps his eyes on mine. “Club Alias rules require us to be tested frequently. Even so, I haven’t been with anyone since before I met you. Once you opened that apartment door, that was it for me. I saw you and wanted you from that very moment, and no one else would do.”
My breath comes out in a whoosh, a knot inside me I didn’t even realize was there coming loose, and I nod. “Will… will you please make love to me, nothing between us? I want you to wash everything from before us away.” My voice trembles from so many emotions.
“There’s nothing in the world I want more, baby,” he whispers, and his lips come down on mine.
He shifts on his elbow, and my heart starts to pound hard once again at what’s to come as his big, rough hand slides down my oversensitive skin, grazing my nipple on his way to my belly where he lays his palm flat, his long fingers pointing downward. His tongue dips into my mouth, and his hand travels farther, over my mound and down until his finger swipes between my folds. I gasp at his touch, my clit still humming from my recent orgasm, and he uses the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tilting his head to swipe his tongue against mine.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he says into my mouth, and I whimper as he plunges a finger inside me. He works it in and out, adding another, curling to reach that special spot he introduced me to before. My legs widen, instinctively wanting him closer, and as he continues to stroke that place inside me, it becomes hard to breathe. I break our kiss to gasp for breath, my head tilting back into the pillow, and I feel his lips on my neck, his beard feeling delicious against my skin.
When his fingers leave me, a sound of disappointment is pulled from my chest, but I look down to see what his hand is doing now. My heart quivers when I see he spreads my wetness over the head of his cock, and I swallow thickly as he leans forward to press it to my entrance. He’s lined up with my slit, his fist around his girth, and I close my eyes at the obscene visual.
“No, goddess. Open your eyes. I want you to watch and see who’s making you feel good,” he demands, but his voice is gentle, coaxing me to listen even though I’m afraid.
With his hand still on his cock, he works the broad head of it up and down my slit, making me gasp when it slips over my clit. As he passes over my hole, he barely penetrates me, and then he runs the crown over my clit once again.
He does this over and over, making everything so slippery with need my hips start to rock of their own accord, until I’m frantic in my need for him to fill me up, and my legs come around him to try to pull him to me.
It’s a feeble attempt. The man is the size of a Norse god and I’m less than half his muscled body weight, but the move is enough to let him know I’m desperate for him to give us what we’ve been waiting for, for so long.
He carefully lodges his tip at my entrance, and then he works that muscly arm beneath my hips, tilting me upward until he has me how he wants me. My muscles tense, and I hold my breath, awaiting his intrusion, expecting him to shove inside, since it’s all I’ve ever known, but he waits… and waits… and waits… and when my lungs start to burn from the oxygen depleting, I blow out my breath in a whoosh and meet his intense gaze, and that’s when he finally begins to slowly… ever so fractionally… sink inside me.
I take another breath, feeling my body stretch to accommodate his girth first, and as the first inch or two enters my wet heat, I start to pant, my body growing tired from holding myself so stiff. I force myself to relax, and he slides in another inch, and I moan at the heavenly intrusion. There is no pain, only the slight burn of being spread so wide around him, and my body goes lax as I realize it feels good.
He stares into my eyes, his love for me pouring from his blue depths, his face a mask of concentration as if to keep himself in control. My hips try to move to take him even deeper, and his brow furrows, his jaw clenching, as his arm tightens to keep me still.
My heart starts to pound for a different reason now, my chest feeling tight as my desire for him grows, now that I’ve had a taste of what his cock feels like inside me. I need him to move; I need him to fill me up. But he’s going so goddamn slow.
My hands come up to clutch at his shoulders, moving down to dig my fingertips into his biceps to try to pull him closer, but still, he only gives me another fucking inch, and I want to cry out in my desperation. I close my eyes tight, willing myself to calm, hoping to withstand this delicious torment, but he’s having none of that.
“Look at me, goddess,” he orders, and my eyes snap open once again, and I feel myself grow irritated.
“Well then I need you to move faster,” I bite out, trying once more to move my hips, but the effort is futile.
“I don’t want to hurt you. You need time to adjust to me,” he rumbles as my head starts to thrash on the pillow.
I let out the sound of a petulant child and dig my nails into his skin, and he sucks in a loud breath, thrusting forward another couple of inches. I gasp in pleasure, “Yes!” and do it again, scoring my nails from his shoulders to his spine, and it makes his body roll sensually against mine as he shudders.
“Fuuuck,” he growls, nearly to the end of me, but I look down and see he has much more to go.
“Please!” I cry, my eyes snapping shut. “This is torture!” I lift my legs to dig my heels in beneath his ass, and that’s what it takes. With a frustrated snarl, he thrust all of his thick, steely inches into me at once, slamming into my cervix, and all the air in my lungs leaves in a powerful gust.
He pants above me, his entire body tense, and I open my eyes to find him frantically searching my face. “I’m so sorry, goddess. I lost control. I’m so fucking sorry.” His voice breaks my heart, the worry so clear in his tone, and I shake my head.
“You didn’t hurt me, Viking,” I assure. “But if you don’t start moving, I’m gonna hurt you.”
He looks at me in surprise, the concern in his eyes gone as he blinks it away, and he lets out a shocked little chuckle. “As you wish,” he murmurs, and then he does just that, and fuck my life, I’ve never felt anything like it.
His big body starts to move above me, his arm beneath my hips lifting me up even farther, and as he slides in and out of me, I lose the battle of keeping my eyes open, because it’s like the feel of him thrusting into me combined with the gloriousness of his god-like body is just too much for my senses at once.
He pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in, dragging along that special spot inside me that makes my head spin. I’m so thankful for the way he surrounds me with his entire big body, cocoo
ning and blocking everything else out but him, grounding me, because the fact that this is actually happening is making me dizzy. I didn’t know it could be like this, feel like this, and that it’s with a man who looks and treats me the way Neil does seems entirely too good to be true. He pulls his arm from beneath my hips and braces himself higher above me, and I grasp his bulging biceps on either side of my head. As he leans down to trail kisses down my neck, I turn my head to give him better access, the feel of his beard sending goose bumps down my body and making my nipples hard.
“So fucking perfect, goddess. More than I could’ve dreamed. Better than Valhalla,” he whispers against my neck, his hot breath and the tickle of his beard making me shiver, and I feel myself grow even wetter.
My hands tighten on his arms, and my hips tentatively lift to meet his, just to test, and he groans against my neck, scraping his teeth along my sensitive skin. He picks up speed, and I gasp and moan in pleasure, urging him on.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, and then he moves one of his arms, trailing his knuckles down from my throat until he cups my breast, and I arch into his touch, wanting more of it, wanting his hands everywhere. His hips roll and pump, the perfect movement to drag himself along my G-spot and stimulate my pulsating clit. Every move he makes is to bring me pleasure I’ve never felt before, and the realization makes me emotional.
Suddenly, my eyes tear up, and the all-consuming feeling of being taken care of, cherished, worshipped, and loved overwhelms me. I move my hands up to wrap around his neck, and I pull his face down to mine, kissing him with all the emotion I’m feeling. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, and in the next breath, he flips us, and he’s yanking me downward as he thrusts up into me. I cry out at the pleasure of this new position, never feeling so gloriously full before, and soon, a feeling starts to build within me, one I’ve never felt in my life. It feels different than the one he gave me with his mouth. Different than the one he taught me to give myself. It feels deeper, more intense, like it’s pulled the strength from the rest of my body to gather all of it at the center of my core.
“Oh, God,” I breathe, and I brace my hands on the pillow on either side of his head, lifting up on my knees as he holds my hips tightly and fucks up into me with mind-blowing momentum. “Please don’t stop,” I beg in one breath, throwing my head back and closing my eyes, letting the pleasure of his brilliant mastery of my body take over.
“Reach down and rub your clit, goddess. I can’t last much longer,” he says. “You’re just too fucking beautiful, so goddamn tight, and wet, and perfect.” And I do what he says, reaching between us to rub my clit. But I find it’s the feel of him, where our bodies connect, feeling him disappear over and over inside my body, the sensation on my fingers of his hard cock, soft flesh over stone, plunging in and out of my stretched pussy… that is more arousing than anything I could do to my clit. And he seems to react to the touch too, because he growls, drawing my eyes to his, and I see the ferocity on his face.
It’s that look of possession, combined with the sudden sense of power that it’s my body making him lose control, that causes me to clench around him, and my eyes roll back in my head.
And for the first time with a man inside me, I explode, screaming his name out to the ceiling, my whole body convulsing, and I feel his cock swell within me as he thrusts into me one more time, slamming my hips down on him as he jerks inside my walls that grip him like a fist, never wanting to let him go. I feel the warmth as he fills me with his seed, doing exactly as I begged and washing away everything that was there before him, cleansing me there. Cleansing my soul.
I collapse on his chest, hearing his heart thunder beneath my ear, and smile knowing I did that to him. That we did that together. I feel mine thrashing against his abs, and I know in that moment, it’s finally healed.
Chapter 16
Doc
“Told ya,” Astrid tells me, holding her phone in front of my face a few days later, while I stand at the kitchen counter, and I see the Google page she has pulled up. “Strip club.”
I take the phone from her hand and click on the link, and the site that comes up is that of a high-class strip club that requires a log-in to look past the pictures of the establishment.
“I looked up the address on the card Crystal gave me the other day, but we’ve been too… busy with other things every night, and I forgot to tell you until she reminded me today in class. She said their other girl quit last week; I guess she’s moving or something. And they’re looking to hire someone stat, because apparently they need full-faces of stage makeup and no one is really good at it themselves.”
The “busy” my woman is referring to is the fact that I’ve made love to her every night since the first time we did it. She’s insatiable, wonderous of all the new feelings her body is experiencing, and I’m only too happy to provide them.
“Have you talked to her about the job, as far as the pay and the hours?” I ask, knowing that if it’s a strip club, it would mean she would work at night. And I’m selfish of my time with her.
“Yes,” she replies. “I would work two hours a night before the club actually opens, and I would make forty dollars per face. There’s normally about ten girls who dance during the week and about twenty on the weekends. They’re going to try to find a second makeup artist so I wouldn’t have to work every night and we could alternate schedules.”
I’m still leery of the situation, how it came about. It just seems odd to me that she would have asked Astrid if she needed a job before she ever knew she was a makeup artist.
“I thought it through, and I really want to take the job. Although it would take time away from you, it’s only two hours a night, and that’s just too much money for me to give up when I’m trying to save for school.” She pauses to take a sip of water from her bottle. “And it’s not like I’m stripping or anything.” The thought makes me growl, but she ignores me. “I’m doing what I love, actually using my skills as a makeup artist. And then I’ll be home before they even turn the music on and throw the first dollar bill.”
I hand her the phone back with a sigh, knowing I can’t really argue with her logic, and if I were to take out my feelings about having to share her during the time I usually get with her after work, then I would agree this is an amazing opportunity.
“Fine, but I get to go with you the first time to scope out the place,” I tell her, and she crosses her arms and cocks her hip.
“I think not, Neil,” she snaps, and I lift a brow. “One, do you really think I want you going into a strip club, where girls will be in next to nothing while I do their faces? Especially after the way a group of those exact women were eye-fucking you at that first barre class?”
“Goddess, you do realize I’m part owner of a club that, not only do the women walk around in next to nothing, but they’re also permitted to wear nothing at all… not to mention while being fucked behind closed curtains or in front of everyone, right?” I smirk.
“That’s different.”
I scoff. “How?”
“Because those women like, belong to someone. They have Doms who like… keep them on a leash to keep them from going up to you. Literally and figuratively,” she says with conviction, but as the words leave her mouth, she doesn’t seem too sure.
“Not all the women have Doms, baby,” I inform her gently. “There are subs who are single, the same as there are Doms who are as well. It’s not a requirement to be in a couple in order to be a member.”
Her face falls at that, and she looks to the floor. “I guess… I just thought…”
“That I was off-limits while I was at the club?”
“Well, yeah.” She pouts, and it’s so adorable I decide to put her out of her misery, even though it means it’ll be another point in her favor.
“I am, goddess. Not only because subs do not approach Doms but wait to be courted by them instead, but because I belong to someone else, and I’ve made that known for a year,�
� I tell her, reaching out to drag my knuckles gently along her jawline.
She visibly melts, her head tilting toward my hand, and she lifts her dreamy eyes to mine. Yep, worth losing this battle just to see her look at me that way.
But the look doesn’t last long, because she perks up with her second argument. “Ha! See? Those bitches at the strip club don’t have any rules holding them back, and it’s not like they’d care if you’re taken. Look how Crystal acted at the gym while you were there, rubbing her big ole titties all over you. Nope. Not happening.” She shakes her head. “And two, I’m twenty-seven years old. I don’t need you holding my hand and walking me into my workplace like I’m a kindergartener and it’s my first day of school, Dad.”
She’s right. I know she’s right. I can’t very well be doing everything in my power to teach her how to gain confidence and be independent and then not let her go to work on her own. I would be the world’s biggest hypocrite, sending completely mixed signals, and confuse the hell out of her by not letting her practice what I’m preaching to her.
“Fine,” I state. “But let’s make a deal. We won’t go full kindergarten mode, but at least let’s go junior high mode and let me drop you off and pick you up. And I promise not to make you kiss me goodbye in front of all of you friends.” My shoulders droop.
She smiles widely, stepping up to me and molding her front to mine. “That sounds like a deal. But I’m definitely kissing you goodbye in front of all my friends, because you’re the hot daddy, and I’ve gotta mark my territory,” she purrs.
“Mm, Daddy, huh?” I smirk, leaning down to nip her bottom lip.
She nods slowly, batting her lashes. “Doctor Sir Daddy,” she teases huskily, squeezing her tits together. And then she bursts into a fit of giggles as she spins away from me.
