by Redrae Gunn
Caleb leaned forward and tasted the soapy remnants of her orgasm, and it was the sweetest, tangiest dessert that he had ever tasted. He wanted to slam Tayen back on his penis, but he also wanted her to sleep, quivering, shaking, and unable to have nightmares in his arms tonight. As his breath hit her softness she shivered and another explosive orgasm rolled through her.
Caleb felt Tayen’s muscles give out with her last orgasm, but he wasn’t done with her body. Not yet. It was her fantasy, so he intended on fulfilling it until she wouldn’t be able to walk without groaning in the morning.
Caleb pulled Tayen back into the water. She slid easily back on to his aching cock, and it took everything Caleb had to keep his orgasm from exploding at the exquisite, soft wetness of her pussy.
“Ride me slow this time, papoose,” Caleb whispered as he wiped the mist of sweat from Tayen’s brow. Tayen nodded her head and obeyed.
Caleb placed one hand on Tayen’s breast, and with the other he massaged her butt cheeks. He slid his hand over her forbidden hole and felt her soft pussy clench around his cock, driving him once again to the breaking point.
His finger lingered on the puckered hole, and Tayen’s worried expression softened as he attempted to go no further than just touching. All of the different sensations were making her head feel funny, so when Caleb flicked her already hard nipple Tayen giggled.
It wasn’t the reaction that Caleb had expected, but then he remembered her pain indifference and continued playing with his other hand.
“You’ve never had anal sex?” Caleb asked, and Tayen shook her head. “We won’t do that tonight, but at some point, I’d like to be in here.” He slid part of his finger inside her hole, and Tayen jerked forward and froze. “Keep riding.” When Tayen hesitated, Caleb pushed forward from his sitting position and Tayen gripped both of her hands around his neck to keep from falling backward in the water.
Caleb set the slow pace as he kneeled in the Jacuzzi, keeping Tayen impaled with his finger and his cock. “Am I hurting you?” Caleb asked.
“I don’t think so,” Tayen whispered. “I don’t know if I like it or not.”
“That is a completely normal reaction,” Caleb said, and he wiggled the finger without inserting it any further.
Tayen’s pussy clenched, and her eyes refocused on Caleb. “Oh,” Tayen said. “I don’t think I mind that at all.”
Caleb laughed. His deep voice sent shivers down Tayen’s spine, and she smiled at his response to her assessment. He pulled her back so that he was once again sitting on the ledge in the tub. “Relax against me,” Caleb said. “Lay your chest on mine and keep your arms around my neck.”
Tayen buried her face in his neck and sagged against Caleb’s chiseled chest.
“I’m going to give you more,” Caleb spoke softly, “but only if you trust me. I don’t want you to go any further if you don’t trust me to know your limits and perhaps push them a little.”
“I trust you, Caleb,” Tayen murmured into his neck.
“Then start riding me again, slowly,” Caleb said, his voice was deeper this time. His Dominant was certainly in control now.
Tayen did as commanded and felt the weird sensation as her clenched muscle tugged across Caleb’s finger. She focused on relaxing, and soon the feeling was no longer uncomfortable. She found it pleasurable. She felt her body starting to coil again as the orgasm started to build. Caleb was going to be the death of her if he kept this up.
Caleb wrapped his one free hand around Tayen’s back as he felt her muscles start to tighten. He wanted her to keep the slow pace, draw out her orgasm, and let her focus on the different sensations that were going through her body.
Tayen whimpered slightly as her orgasm started. The different sensations were so wonderful she thought that her orgasm might not end. Caleb was drawing it out for so long that Tayen thought she was going to die. Her legs were shaking, and her heart was trying to pound its way out of her chest.
Caleb slammed into Tayen as her orgasm started to fade. The next orgasm ripped through her unexpectedly, and Caleb slammed hard into her again as he released his hot seed deep inside her.
The spasming muscles brought tears to his eyes as his orgasm was one of the most exquisitely forceful ones he had ever had. He panted and groaned as he removed his impaling finger from her nether region and rubbed her shaking thighs.
“Am I dead?” Tayen whispered, and Caleb chuckled.
He flexed his softening penis and slid her off of him as he stood both of them upright. Tayen’s legs wobbled, and Caleb kept an arm around her waist as they both climbed from the tub. He wrapped her in a giant, yellow towel that matched the rugs she had on the bathroom floor and set her in the stylist chair as he drained the tub and poured her another glass of wine.
“I can change, and you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to,” Tayen said, looking at her toes as they played with the silver railing on the chair.
Caleb frowned. He thought that they had worked through this issue. Obviously not well enough. The issue ran deeper. She wanted to flee from him so that the good feeling she had wasn’t lost with a possible argument or disappointment. Caleb said nothing as he waited for Tayen to look up at him.
Tayen finally looked up. Caleb stood with his arms crossed across his chest, jaw locked and firm, just waiting. The realization spread across Tayen’s face.
“I’m really sorry, Caleb, sir. I forgot,” Tayen said. Caleb shook his head, the disapproval and hurt still in his eyes. Tayen felt so bad for the hurt in his eyes. Her apology wasn’t good enough, and she knew it.
Tayen got off the chair and kneeled gracefully before Caleb. “Master, I forgot how I like it when we are close after sex. I want to share that with you, and I am sorry that I forgot you prefer it, too. Thank you for remembering how much I need to be close to you afterward.”
“Next time you forget this very basic need, I will explore your tolerance for pain with a spanking as punishment.” Caleb paused. He knew the spanking wouldn’t have the threat that his next words would promise. “And I will make it public.”
Tayen’s shoulders sagged, and Caleb pulled her off her knees before her emotions overwhelmed her processor. He sat her back on the stylist chair and pushed her chin up so she had to look at him.
“That,” he said as he kissed her lips softly, “was a beautiful apology, and I accept it.”
Tayen’s eyes lit up. She hadn’t ruined the night. Caleb loved how quickly she bounced back into the moment.
“Now where were we?” Caleb asked, and Tayen giggled.
Caleb dried off and changed into a loose pair of shorts and T-shirt. He also pulled a new pair of pajamas out of his bag for Tayen. They were black silk, shorts and matching button-down tank. He helped Tayen dry off and was thankful that the pajamas fit. He had been worried that the large top would look funny, but it accommodated her muscular torso perfectly. The bottoms were a medium because he knew the large ones would fall off of her trim waist.
Caleb sat Tayen back in the stylist chair and started to towel dry the part of her hair that had gotten wet. He had never been with a woman that had such long, full hair, and Tayen grinned as he started to go through the drawers of her cabinets.
“That’s David’s side,” Tayen said and amended her statement when Caleb raised his eyebrows at her. “He said that it’s for all his styling stuff. David usually does my hair. So if it’s up in a bun, then that’s my doing. Or if it’s just pulled into a ponytail, that’s me, too. Otherwise, David has done my hair.”
Caleb paused as he looked at all the bottles and different combs. He was completely out of his element, but he wanted to do this. Something inside him wanted to be the one to comb through her thick mane. He wanted to care for Tayen completely. He wanted a piece of this part of her, too.
Tayen sensed Caleb’s apprehension at the daunting supplies in the cabinets. She pulled a pink bottle that had spray conditioner and then grabbed a medium-toothed comb and handed them to Caleb
.
“David gets really mad at me when I ruin his ‘canvas.’” Tayen chuckled pointing to her hair. “I am supposed to use these after my hair is wet and I haven’t washed and conditioned it.”
Caleb sprayed the solution onto Tayen’s hair and combed through it easily. He continued combing through her hair until her eyes started drooping and she slouched in the chair. Having her hair combed and played with was definitely calming to Tayen. Caleb would remember that for any future nightmares.
When he pulled Tayen into her bed, he was pleasantly surprised by the gray and black striped sheets. Two body length pillows were covered in the same material. Four regular sized pillows in black were on top of the body pillows. The heavy, leather quilt with smooth, cotton backing completed her bed. No frilly pinks or purples for his warrior papoose.
Caleb remembered Tayen’s rainbow of colored rugs and towels in the bathroom and wondered if she left her bedroom void of color and emotion and saved her mood for the bathroom. It would make sense if she would go to the bathroom to cry, hide, or get away from everybody.
“What movie have you been watching?” Caleb whispered, smoothing the hair away from Tayen’s face.
“I’m on Alien vs. Predator, but I think that we were on Aliens.” Tayen smiled as her heavy eyelids closed and she tried to force them open. “Aliens, though, is right next to the TV on a SanDisk just in case.”
“Just in case?” Caleb asked.
“You decided to spend the night here.” Tayen yawned and mumbled, “I keep track.”
Caleb grinned at her groggy response. Of course Tayen would be keeping track for him. Of course she would be everything he needed. Of course she would work hard to be pleasing for him. It was her nature, and Caleb took a moment to listen to her breathing as it smoothed and became so slow and steady.
Caleb started Aliens and crawled into her bed. It had been his college years when he last spent the night at a female’s house, and here he was climbing into her bed, happily. The last of his defenses had been blown straight down, and he didn’t mind. He was starting to trust again, and the feeling, though foreign, was comforting in a wild abandonment type of way.
Caleb pulled Tayen into his body and spooned her, cupping his hand under her breast, his other arm provided the pillow. Her frame fit perfectly into his, and he didn’t worry about crushing her in his sleep. She was a strong woman. No crushing here, in fact she actually preferred the weight of his arm and leg across her body. Caleb smiled and drifted into a satisfied sleep.
* * * *
Caleb groaned as he heard Tayen singing about the somewhere over the rainbow. He noticed a faint light shining through the windows. He looked around for a clock, didn’t find one, and checked his cell phone. Six twenty-four in the a.m. Caleb pulled the blanket over his head and fell asleep until he heard a soft knock on the door.
David peeked his head through the door. “Stay where you are, Caleb,” David whispered. “Just picking out clothes for the day, unless of course, you want the honors.”
Caleb groaned, and David headed to Tayen’s closet. He picked out a knee length, blue, flowered skort and a silk, white, button-down tank top.
“I didn’t hear an alarm,” Caleb said to David.
“It’s her internal clock,” David said. “I set my first alarm for ten minutes after the sunrise so it changes every day. If you want that job, it’s yours.”
* * * *
Tayen fired up her computers in the corner of the upstairs office and started looking for places to find glow in the dark paint. She also looked for pictures of the cosmos. After printing several scenarios on the computer and writing down several addresses for several stores she checked Wild Hearts for Internet orders. She was finished and was looking at the news when she heard the front door open and close quietly.
Tayen headed downstairs and sat down at the island looking expectantly at Cindy. Cindy laughed when she saw Tayen’s expression. “Omelet?” Cindy asked, and Tayen nodded enthusiastically. “Onions, mushrooms, jalapenos?” Cindy asked and laughed harder when Tayen raised the “rock on” sign above her head.
“Can Mr. Bergan drive me…” Tayen started to ask and then looked down at her list.
“I can drive you anywhere that you need to go until around three p.m., if that’s okay with you.” Chad emerged from around the corner. “Little league T-ball game. David hasn’t said he needs to go anywhere, but I say it is first come, first serve since you are also paying me and my sister.”
“Ms. Bergan, um, there are going to be people coming around noon to deliver a scissor lift to my bedroom.” Tayen glanced nervously at the woman waiting for Cindy to defer to David.
“Absolutely I will be here,” Cindy replied. “Any explanation for your house spouse?”
Tayen laughed. David as her house spouse was hysterical. Appropriate but hysterical. “Um,” Tayen thought. “Tell him that I am working on a painting and need it for that. It’s the absolute truth. I swear on my life that you will not be lying to him.”
Cindy smiled and nodded. Chad came back out as Tayen was digging into her omelet and suggested another store to add to her list. Tayen nodded through her mouthful of food, and when she finished her breakfast she was off with Mr. Bergan.
Caleb and David emerged, groggily around eleven in the morning. They both were grumbling as Cindy fixed them omelets. When the delivery guys brought the lift to Tayen’s room Cindy gave Caleb and David the explanation that Tayen had given her. David shrugged his shoulders, and Caleb looked confused.
“Don’t question Tayen’s art,” David offered to Caleb. “Last time I questioned it I ended up with a black eye and a jaw that didn’t want to function for a week.”
“She hit you?” Caleb asked incredulously.
“She hasn’t punched you yet?” David asked with the same amount of skepticism.
“I haven’t tried to intentionally piss her off,” Caleb replied. Obviously David’s self-control was also self-preservation when it came to Tayen.
“Well don’t.” David rubbed his jaw. “She’s not afraid to take it like a man, and trust me, if you talk to her like she’s a man, she’ll treat you like you are a man. Fist-flying fury in that warrior. Survivor of the fittest?” David laughed. “She’ll survive over all of us.”
“She punched her Dom?” Caleb whispered, shaking his head at David.
“Her Dom…” David shook his head, looking at the ceiling. “…deserved it. I deserved more than just two punches. I was rude, ignorant, self-centered, egotistical, all of the above. I didn’t realize what she needed and left her to her own devices because I was selfish. I won’t be selfish again. That’s why you are here now and why she has the freedom she requires.”
“Where did she go?” Caleb asked Cindy.
“Sorry, Mr. Wilson, I wasn’t privy to that information,” Cindy replied honestly.
“If you were privy to that information,” Caleb said, “you wouldn’t tell me anyway.”
Cindy shrugged her shoulders and nodded her head.
Caleb left and went to work, in his studio.
David was looking through some of his recent photo shoots when Tayen came home giggling at Chad. Mr. Bergan came upstairs with Tayen, his hands full of bags of stuff, just like hers. Tayen dropped her bags on the floor near her bed, and Mr. Bergan did the same.
Tayen thanked Chad, tipped him against his will which he accepted after she threatened to take his scalp, and then Tayen changed into a plain, white T-shirt and a pair of old workout shorts. She locked her door and took a few minutes to get used to the remote control on the lift, and then she positioned herself on the top of it and started painting the ceiling of her bedroom.
Cindy brought Tayen some shrimp tacos for lunch. Tayen’s delight at the unexpected entrée made Cindy’s day. So when ten minutes later Tayen came downstairs with her empty plate and asked hesitantly if Cindy could make three more, Cindy complied with enthusiasm. Tayen loved food, and Cindy loved to cook.
The shrimp tacos were a hit, and Cindy told Tayen that she also made seafood enchiladas. Sandwiches for lunch weren’t cutting it against Tayen’s workouts. This type of sustenance was much better for adding back those precious pounds between looking athletically healthy and anorexic.
* * * *
Wednesday had both Caleb and David leaving for a week. Tayen stayed locked in her room.
On Saturday morning Tayen was grouchy. She had worked out to the point of muscle failure, the painting was completed, and Wild Hearts was doing great. She had even started on a batch of her own scented candles that Meri said were the best sage and lavender candles she had ever smelled. Still, Tayen felt off.
“David, I’m off,” Tayen said when he called her for his check-in call.
“You need something?”
“Yes,” Tayen huffed. “I just don’t know what. I’ve eaten fruits, vegetables, ice-cream, pizza, I mean everything, but I’m still not right.”
“Call Caleb,” David said and hung up the phone.
Tayen looked at the phone and tried calling David again. Maybe the call had been dropped. David answered his phone, but when Tayen said hello David told her to call Caleb and hung up on her.
Tayen dialed Caleb’s number. “I’m off,” Tayen repeated what she had told David, “and I tried to talk to David about it, but he told me to call you and then he hung up on me, twice.”
“Food?” Caleb asked, and then Tayen proceeded to tell him that she had already gone through that. “Bills, nightmares, issues with the Bergans?”
“None of that,” Tayen sighed, and Caleb sighed with her.
Caleb knew exactly what she was feeling. His instinct to help her, protect her, and take care of her needs took priority over his jealousy, and he promised to call her back shortly. Caleb made a few phone calls and then called Tayen.
