by Redrae Gunn
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The next morning Tayen was awake with the sun. Caleb was going to mutter something about it being too early, but his hard cock thumped against his stomach just hearing her voice call him a “sleepyhead.” That head wasn’t sleepy at all.
Caleb rolled over to look at Tayen’s face. Her hair was a little messed up, but the hungry look in her eyes was unmistakable. Caleb tugged on the white T-shirt.
“I think you’re overdressed for breakfast,” he said and was pleased when she pulled the shirt off without hesitating. He looked at the boxers she was wearing and nodded his head. Again there was no hesitation.
“Very nice,” Caleb said, and his Dominant roared when she smiled shyly at his compliment. How had she not found a suitable sexual Dominant before? She practically had “submissive” tattooed on her forehead right now.
Tayen’s need to please those around her was such a part of her nature that she had probably been born asking the doctor if she could help. Caleb wondered if her self-confident and somewhat aggressive tendencies had formed out of need, something in growing up. He’d have plenty of time for getting to know that side of her. Right now the only side his cock wanted to know was the inside of her pussy.
Caleb shed his boxers and grabbed a condom out of his drawer. He was about to rip it open when Tayen’s gentle voice filled his ears as she reached for the condom.
“I can do that for you, Caleb,” she said and knelt gracefully before him. She hesitated slightly, and Caleb explained that the piercing stayed in and he’d never had it break a condom. His body nearly shook as her hands slid the condom down the length of his shaft.
Caleb instructed Tayen to lie on her back on the bed. He pulled her to the edge of the bed so her ass was just on the edge. He widened his stance at the edge of the bed so that his cock was level with her pussy.
“Place your hands above your head.” Caleb’s voice was deep when he spoke, and Tayen’s nipples hardened at his command. “I would normally secure your hands, but I am going to test your ability to obey my will. You will not move your hands from above your head,” Caleb said, and Tayen nodded her head.
“Yes, Master,” Tayen said, her voice husky, eyes wide and focused on Caleb completely.
Caleb placed the head of his cock at her opening and found that she was deliciously wet and ready for him. “I am going to take you hard, Tayen. You may not get anything out of this. If you feel the need to come you may, but this is for me. Do you understand?”
“I understand, Caleb,” Tayen admitted, and Caleb saw that once again she was telling the complete truth.
Tayen’s words were all that Caleb needed, and he wrapped his hands around her hips, slamming into her, brutally hard. Tayen’s feet slipped off the bed, and Caleb wrapped them around his waist, commanding her to not let go.
Caleb’s pace was carnal. His force was overwhelming, but Tayen kept her hands above her head. With every slam of his cock inside her she felt her breasts move violently. The audible smack of his balls hitting her ass filled the room. She closed her eyes. He was a perfect fit for her. It was enough to be uncomfortable in the first couple of strokes and now just wonderfully filling.
Caleb wanted to take more time with her, but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to see her reaction if she wasn’t able to get off. Would she be pissy and rude like Maria? He pushed the thought of Maria out of his head with his next slam into Tayen’s pussy.
Tayen’s eyes flew open and narrowed. Her expression was confused, worried, excited, and more than that…she looked amazed. Caleb watched the dark flush spread over her face as her eyes glazed. Tayen’s stomach muscles started to clench from the ribs down, and Caleb was able to see each muscle flex tight under her skin, and then her pussy spasmed around his cock.
Tayen felt the pressure building, and then the orgasm had coursed through her body so unexpectedly and violently. Her eyes watered as she struggled to focus on Caleb, but the room had turned upside down.
Caleb watched Tayen’s expressions with amusement, and his Dominant once again was roaring with pleasure. If he was right, which he was sure he was, she had just had her first vaginal orgasm without being stimulated anywhere else. Caleb came hard against Tayen’s orgasm, forcing her spasming muscles to accept the last throbs of his cock. Then he waited until her muscles had stopped milking his own.
Caleb unwrapped Tayen’s legs from his waist and told her not to move as he disposed of the condom. He came back with a damp washcloth and gently wiped down the insides of her thighs along with her now reddened sex. He helped her sit up and handed her the washcloth. Tayen gently cleaned Caleb in return.
Caleb crawled into the bed and pulled Tayen against his chest, stroking her hair. She had gone silent, deep in thought, and the smile had left her face. Caleb yawned. A non-smiling morning person wasn’t good. He clicked on the television, and Predator started to play from the point where he had stopped it last night. Arnold had just found out that the Predator couldn’t see him through the mud.
“Was that your first vaginal orgasm?” Caleb asked. Might as well get right to the point.
“I think so,” Tayen whispered as she nuzzled her cheek against Caleb’s thin layer of chest hair. “I usually need to be touched…elsewhere, too.”
“Elsewhere?” Caleb wanted to hear it from her own lips.
“My clit,” she whispered. “It usually takes a while.” Tayen paused thinking about the gym incident they had yesterday with her back against the wall. “It hasn’t with you though. It’s not the piercing because, in the gym, the same thing happened.”
Caleb smiled, enjoying her analysis of the experience. “You said that David picks out your clothes every morning.”
“Well, usually he has them picked out the night before because I am up before him,” Tayen admitted. “Sometimes I have a choice between two outfits, and I know that he is checking my mood. If he forgets or oversleeps I usually just tuck into my leather stuff until he decides.”
“Same thing with us,” Caleb explained. “I told you what to do. You weren’t worried about how you looked, or what to do because I was in control of all of that. All you had to do was what you were told, and then I would be pleased. You didn’t worry about touching me because I told you to leave your hands above your head. I told you I would take you hard, and I did. You didn’t have to worry about your legs because they were to stay around my waist.”
“So pleasing you pleased me?” When Caleb didn’t respond, Tayen said, “I like making people happy in general. If David’s stressed, I want him unstressed, in the moment, looking on the bright side.”
“So, if I’m horny and need to be released, or want to use your body to please me, or maybe I just need a shower and want you to wash me, what would you do then?” Caleb asked.
“I’ll give you what you need to feel better,” Tayen replied without hesitation. “I like making people feel better. It’s one of the reasons I became a physician’s assistant.”
Caleb’s chest tightened again. “Do you know what a safe word is?”
“David told me once and then went to the number system because it’s just more practical for our living arrangement. I know that Sean has a safe word, but I really don’t get that because there are so many emotions with everything. I mean sometimes I look at the sunset or sunrise and feel a nine or ten, but it’s just the level of emotion at the time,” Tayen admitted.
“How do you process these overwhelming emotions?” Caleb asked.
Tayen giggled. “I actually compare myself to a very slow computer. One of those computers that take fifteen minutes to load and still uses the dial-up system. It takes time, but it still functions. It’s like my system failed to update normally.” Tayen’s smile faded again.
“Tell me,” Caleb said.
“It’s really personal,” Tayen admitted. “What if you run for the hills?”
“I promise I won’t,” Caleb said stroking her hair.
Tayen pointed at the TV. “Smar
t Predator to notice the snare. I would’ve hidden my lines better.”
“I’m not going to run,” Caleb returned her thoughts to the topic at hand.
Tayen sighed and told him the story of Pris. “So when Dad died I was ten. I stayed in the house, worked odd jobs, stayed in school, all the good stuff. The state got involved when I was twelve and said I couldn’t live in the house anymore. They condemned it because it was missing some of the roof. I had tried to keep it up, but windows are expensive, and I couldn’t afford to fix them. Dad had let the house get pretty bad once Mom died.”
“Two years on your own?” Caleb tensed but continued to stroke Tayen’s hair.
“So then an older couple in the community took me in.” Tayen sighed remembering them. “She had a heart attack when I was thirteen, and he went downhill from there. He died from renal failure when I was fourteen. So I ended up at the Dakota Boys Ranch, a place for all kids who are basically troubled or unable to be placed into a foster home. I was just too old. No one wants a fourteen-year-old girl.”
“Don’t think like that,” Caleb scolded.
“It’s okay.” Tayen patted Caleb’s stomach. “I met David at the Boys Ranch. He was a spoiled troubled teen, and we clicked. Been best buds ever since.”
“You sugar coated that quite a bit,” Caleb pushed.
“Yes, but there really is no point in overanalyzing things,” Tayen said. “I am who I am today because of those times. Because of those times I wasn’t able to process my feelings like I should’ve, so it has been a learning process. I basically went into survival mode when Dad started drinking. I mean, I still function like an adult, I’m not stupid, I just find some things to be really overwhelming.”
“Like the sunset?” Caleb asked.
“Yeah,” Tayen said. “Like the eight-year-old brain is trying to process what my thirty-year-old heart feels. It all works out eventually. I’ve developed ways of coping. David is one, working out is two, removing myself from the situation is three. Everyone copes in different ways.”
“I think you are doing fine,” Caleb said.
“Thanks. Me too.” Tayen glanced up at Caleb. “I’m not a pushover. Don’t mistake being submissive for being a puppet. I argue, there are things I do not like, will not do, and things that I absolutely cannot stand. I have my own opinions.”
“Okay, killer.” Caleb held his hands in the air. “I’ve noticed that about you.”
“I’m going to be late for work.” Tayen groaned and pulled her head off of Caleb’s chest.
“Work?” Caleb asked. “It’s the Fourth of July.”
“I know,” Tayen replied glancing from the T-shirt and boxers to the gold dress she had worn the night before. “I’ve been begging David to take me to Wild Hearts since I arrived but he’s been too busy. I’m not waiting any longer. That’s the candle, incense, metaphysical, got-it-all shop that David started six months ago. I’ve always wanted to own a shop like that, and he made it happen, so I want to see how it’s doing.”
Caleb handed Tayen the white shirt and the boxers. “I’ll walk you down the hall.” He smiled wickedly. “Just in case any of our neighbors are up at this hour.”
“Thanks,” Tayen replied, gathering her items and following Caleb down the hall.
“The main event starts at eight,” Caleb said. “Introductions and social mingling start at six, so I was thinking I’d come by to escort you around at seven forty. That way we will give our neighbors just enough to gossip about us without being rude.”
“That sounds like a plan,” Tayen said and held out her hand. Caleb shook it, and she retreated into her home. “I had a great time, by the way, thank you.”
“Tayen,” Caleb said, liking the sound of her name on his lips. “The pleasure was mine as well.” He heard her breath catch in her throat, and then he closed the door while grinning back at her.
On his way back to his apartment he checked the atrium. No neighbors around. So far they had managed to dodge the wondering eyes. It wouldn’t stay like that, and Caleb knew it. After tonight’s celebrations Caleb knew the rumors would fly, and for the first time in his life, he really didn’t care. Tayen was not manipulative Maria. Tayen was so different from anything Caleb had ever known or experienced.
Tayen noticed that David hadn’t laid out any clothes for her, and she smiled for him. He was too concerned with Sean to be concerned with her right now, and that was a good thing. She pulled a pair of black, leather pants and matching tank out of her new dresser. She pulled her hair back with a long, leather strap and decided to skip the kitchen for breakfast. She’d be getting her meal out this morning. It was time to get to know her new neck of the woods.
Tayen grabbed her matching black, leather backpack and quietly shut the door behind her. She was going to wait for the elevator and then decided eight flights of stairs would be great, as long as she was going down. She waved at the gentleman at the concierge counter as she left the building.
The farmers’ market was in full swing, the only thing opened this early, so Tayen paid for a single potato and a single tomato and acted like nothing was out of the ordinary as she opened a small pocket knife, carved them like apples, and ate them raw, savoring each bite. She loved eggs in the morning but decided that the farmers’ market was not the place to eat a raw egg, especially since she had drawn the attention of several small, giggling children.
The kids followed her through the market, so she purchased a few bunches of flowers and told the kids to go give them to their parents. The kids squealed in delight at the flowers, and Tayen hoped that most of the flowers made it to their destination. Considering the way that the kids were using the bunches of flowers as swords, Tayen doubted that there would be any blooms on the stems after the next ten seconds.
When the jewelry store finally opened, Tayen walked in and picked out a set of cuff links. She asked if the engraving could be done within an hour. The salesperson looked dubious until Tayen pulled out her credit card and said that price was not a factor. An hour later, Tayen clutched a small, velvet box in her trembling hand and returned to the condo. She didn’t want to risk losing the item. She couldn’t believe that she had actually done it. It was a whim, and she had fallen for it. It made her happy. She couldn’t wait to see Caleb’s face.
Sean and David hadn’t emerged from the bedroom, and Tayen went back down to the Old Market to open Wild Hearts. She handed a twenty to a homeless person as he waved a hand at her. When he said “God bless you,” Tayen shrugged her shoulders and said, “I prefer to thank Mother Nature.”
Tayen unlocked Wild Hearts and stilled. The smell of incense, sage, candles, ink, wax, and everything natural surrounded her. She let the door close behind her but didn’t lock it. She left a sticky note on the door saying the owner was inside so the first employee inside didn’t worry about a robbery.
Tayen sniffed candles, found wonderful scents and a couple of horrifying ones. When the first employee came in it was an older woman, thin, short, with gray through her long, red hair braided down her back. Tayen eyed the woman, and the woman eyed Tayen swaying back and forth slightly.
“You must be Ms. Lone Wolf,” the woman said, extending her hand. “I am Merideth Sonnet. I am from the Northeast.”
“I am from the North,” Tayen replied, smiling, shaking the woman’s hand, and liking her immediately. “The cucumber melon candles have to go.”
“They stink of shit,” Merideth replied. “So do the chocolate soaps.”
“So we should have a special today,” Tayen said, her financial brain kicking into full force. “Spend twenty-five dollars get a free candle, cucumber melon, and a chocolate soap.”
“They may never come back,” Merideth said, “but people do like free crap.”
“As long as those horrific smells are out of here, I don’t care,” Tayen replied. “Light some damn incense, and let’s get those on a table on the street.”
Merideth laughed. “I saved a couple of your sage s
mudges in case we need to cleanse the place afterward, Ms. Lone Wolf.”
“Please call me Tayen.”
“Queen of Swords?” Merideth asked when they had finished setting up the table. Tayen nodded, and Merideth smiled brightly. “I knew it, and so am I. Call me Meri. The ‘death’ part tends to worry customers.”
Tayen laughed, understanding completely.
Four hours later all the cucumber melon candles and chocolate soaps were gone. Tayen knew she needed to head home to eat and so David could do her hair. Merideth told her to go, but Tayen wasn’t having it.
“Store’s closed, Meri,” Tayen said, flipping the sign. “We made a lot of money today. Do you have family?”
“Oh yes,” Meri said. “I’ve been invited over for fireworks.”
“Then go,” Tayen said pointing to the door. When Meri hesitated, Tayen continued, “You still get holiday pay, and you’ll get paid for the overtime you were scheduled. If you don’t go, you won’t get paid.”
“I won’t argue with the boss,” Merideth said, grinning, and headed out the door without any hesitation. “Thank you.”
“Happy Fourth,” Tayen called. She locked up the store and headed back to her home.
* * * *
Cindy Bergan was vacuuming the rugs in the main room, and she shut off the vacuum when Tayen came in. “I’ve got your lunch almost ready,” Cindy said, and Tayen followed her into the kitchen.
“Why are you here on a Saturday?” Tayen asked. “It’s a holiday even.”
Cindy handed Tayen a salad made with crab flakes, baby shrimp, sea scallops, and a dash of lemon juice. She motioned for Tayen to eat the salad. She laid slices of pickle on a thick hoagie bun and piled it full of ham, bacon, and chicken breast strips and topped it with lettuce, tomatoes, alfalfa sprouts, and added just a dash of real mayonnaise.
“David asked if I could come in to fix lunch,” Cindy explained, handing the sandwich to Tayen. “He wanted all of you to make sure you ate plenty of protein because of the alcohol that is served at these social gatherings. Chips?” Cindy held up a bag of Funyuns.
