Rich Promise

by Ashe Barker

  Close? I’ve been close for days it seems to me. I’m never far away from the brink of orgasm since I met Dan Riche. “Yes, Sir, close. I need a little more…”

  “More what? Harder? Faster? Deeper?”

  “All, all of that, Sir.”

  “Such a slut. God, you’re lovely. This better?”

  “Aaah!” My screams might alarm the neighbors, but Dan appears unconcerned as he continues to drive his cock deep into my pussy, my inner walls throbbing around him as my second orgasm rushes to overwhelm me. “Christ, Sir, I’m there, it’s now…”

  “Come for me, Summer. Come hard. Now, girl.” The timbre of his voice is pitched low and sexy, but above all, commanding.

  I have to obey. I can’t help myself. Don’t want to even contemplate it. In the next moment I’m tumbling over the precipice again, my body racked with delightful convulsions as Dan sinks into me one last time. He’s balls deep within me, solid and totally Dominant as I quiver my response around his cock.

  The furious pulsing soon subsides, and I expect Dan to deliver a few more quick, hard thrusts to complete his own release, but that’s not his plan this time, it seems. As soon as I stop writhing in orgasm, he withdraws his cock and rolls to lie behind me. Before I have any opportunity to work out what this next chapter might entail, his tongue is lapping at my pussy lips, licking my juices greedily. It feels exquisite, quite, quite delightful. Delicate yet intense, the action tender, but relentless in its eroticism.

  “Oh God, oh God…” I can only moan my pleasure as he uses his fingers to part my lips, plunging his tongue deep into my pussy. “Dan! Sir!”

  He ignores my cries, clearly too well-mannered to attempt to talk with his mouth full. I’m glad of this, shaking now in the intensity of my coming release. This is not going to last long at all. It doesn’t, and I’m soon gasping my gratitude, once again caught up in the throes of orgasm. Each time I come, it’s different. Before, the sensation was powerful, almost brutal in its forcefulness. This climax is gentle, the beautiful slow build up more a gentle beckoning than the imperious, irresistible command of a few minutes ago. I follow, responding happily, drawn inexorably onwards as he fucks me with his tongue. His fingers are busy too, tracing the outline of my pussy lips, spreading them for his tongue to gain entry.

  While he fucked me with his cock, and before that with his fingers, I was content in my restraints, unresisting as he pounded my body. I was happy to let him do everything, he intended to anyway. But now, I want to participate more actively. I want to tangle my fingers in his hair, stroke his cheek, cling on to him as I come. I want to express my tenderness for him, as he is for me.

  “Please, free my hands.”

  “No.” He breaks his momentum briefly to answer me, then resumes his ministrations. He draws his tongue across my clit to forestall any further insurrection.

  It works, of course it works, and despite his intransigence, my orgasm is a truly spiritual experience this time. He licks and laps and flicks with his tongue, probing and tormenting, eventually settling on my clit. He takes that between his lips to hold it in place while he circles it with the tip of his tongue, eventually sucking gently.

  I’m whimpering throughout, every nerve ending on red alert as he brings my pleasure to new heights. If I didn’t love him already, this would do the trick, without doubt. I forget any notion of taking a direct role, content to receive anything and all that he can offer me. I lift my bum higher, offering him better access. He doesn’t need it, he’s everywhere already, nudging me upwards toward another breathtaking release.

  When my climax hits me, it’s all-consuming. Past screaming, I can only sigh in exalted relief as my body descends into spasming ecstasy. I clench my pussy, seeking…something. Dan slips two fingers into me, and I grip those, bearing down hard as my body throbs and pulses around his hand. His tongue is busy on my clit, easing and cajoling the last trembling waves of orgasm from me as I drift in a post-orgasmic haze.

  “Do you still want me to untie you?”

  “What? Why…?”

  “Summer? You asked me to free your hands. Do you still want that or can I continue?”

  “What? Oh, I see. You haven’t come yet.”

  “I can manage to come either way. Hands-free fucking suits me fine. We’ll try that then.” He unfastens the tie with a couple of swift tugs, and rolls me onto my back. My limbs feel not to be my own, my arms stiff from tugging at my restraints, my legs from straining against his as I desperately sought greater friction. Perhaps he knew that, knew I needed to shift position. It wouldn’t surprise me. He seems to know everything else that goes on in my head or body.

  He rolls on top of me, positioning himself between my legs. He’s supporting his weight on his elbows, his fingers combing gently through my hair.

  “Look at me, sweetheart.”

  It’s an effort, but I know I must obey, always. I pry my eyelids open, meeting his warm gaze. The deep brown of his eyes takes on a new intensity, a seductive richness which is all Dan. He’s gentle now, infinitely tender as he leans in to nibble the lobe of my ear.

  “Are you ready for more?”

  “No more. I’m done.” I turn my head to let him have access to my neck, my shoulder. I spread my legs wider, expecting him to sink his cock into me again to achieve his own climax.

  He seems to be in no particular hurry. “Done? I think not. I’ll tell you when you’re done. Right now, I’m letting you catch your breath.”

  I smile and let my eyelids drop again. He may be right. Again. We’ll see.

  At last, he nudges the wide, blunt head of his cock between my pussy lips. My body opens in welcome, slick and hot and utterly ready. He pushes, his entry slow and purposeful. He fills me, rolling his hips to seat himself even deeper.

  “Lift your legs up, love. Lock your ankles behind me and hold on.”

  I do, and I bury my face against Dan’s shoulder as he withdraws and plunges back into me. He sets up a hard, fast rhythm, pumping his cock inside my pussy like a piston. This time he’s going for speed and power as much as accuracy, but the result is much the same. My body reacts instantly, despite my earlier heartfelt belief that I could find no more. Dan finds it, fans the flames back to life with swift, determined strokes.

  “I want you to come again, as quickly as you can.”

  “That’s up to you, surely.”

  “It is, and I say come, now. Do it, Summer.” His words are punctuated by solid thrusting, almost brutal in his demanding insistence that I respond and respond immediately.

  I have no resistance, could come up with nothing if I tried. My body soars in response to his solid, repetitive rhythm, my pussy clenching around him.

  “Christ, girl, that feels so good. Grip me tight, with your legs and your cunt. Yes!”

  I do it and squeal with pleasure as he insinuates his hand between our bodies again to brush my clit with his thumb. Naturally, that’s all it takes, and I’m hurtled into yet another orgasm. I cling to Dan as my release pulses through me. This is a real marathon, and I’m starting to dig into reserves I had no idea were there. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s made me come since we returned from the bistro, but I seem to recall he said it would be at least six. I thought he was being a tad optimistic at the time. I now realize he was just telling me how it was going to be.

  I dig my fingers into Dan’s shoulders as the last ripples of pleasure fade away. I’m fairly certain he hasn’t come yet, though I have been distracted and couldn’t swear to it. His erection shows no sign of softening, so probably not.

  I lie still, Dan’s cock still deep inside me as he reaches behind him to take hold of my ankles. He unlocks them, and pushes my knees further up on each side of my chest. He presses them together holding me still, my body curled under him, and withdraws his cock from my pussy. I’m puzzled, but not for long. He shifts slightly to re-position himself, and his cock is at the entrance to my arse. He hasn’t prepared me in advance, no probing fingers
, no slick lube to make me ready.

  My eyes open wide, I stare at him. His eyebrow is lifted, he’s asking my permission before entering me. I nod, and close my eyes to wait.

  He’s slow, careful. His cock is coated with my juice and my arse is receptive now, no longer the tight, virginal place of just a few days ago. But he could hurt me. He knows it. I know it. He’s incredibly gentle, in sharp contrast to the almost brutal fucking of moments before. Inch by inch he pushes his cock into me, and for my part, I make a conscious effort to relax my muscles and let him in. It’s tight. I’m stretched and full, but he continues. I want him to continue, not to stop now.

  I lay my hands behind my head, my pose consciously one of confidence, relaxed and carefree. I want him to know I trust him. I’m in his hands and happy to be there.

  “Thank you, Summer. Just a little farther, just a little more…” His low murmur is sexy, and it’s all that’s required to encourage me for those last slow millimeters. Dan is not hurrying, he’s going to fuck my arse, but it’s going to be leisurely, measured, sweet and tender.

  At last, he’s fully inside me. He releases my knees to let my legs straighten. I draw a deep breath, my whole focus centered on that feeling of extreme fullness, of being pushed and stretched delightfully, almost to breaking point, quivering with pent up sensation, ready, eager. Totally his.

  Dan doesn’t thrust though. Instead, he adjusts his position again, this time to kneel up with his knees under my bum. My legs are spread wide, my pussy open and exposed, beautifully naked for him. He settles his thumbs in those little hollows where my thighs and groin meet, almost touching my pussy lips but not quite. I open my eyes to meet his gaze. His expression is almost mischievous now, his eyes taking on a definite wicked glint.

  “Have you been keeping count, my slut?”

  “Count, Sir?”

  “How many orgasms so far?”

  “I’m not sure, Sir. Was it four?”

  “You’ve not been paying attention, little one. It was five. Perhaps I should be working on your numeracy a little more.

  “I-I think I’d like that, Sir.” Perhaps. Probably.

  He chuckles. “So would I. Tell me your safe word, Summer.”

  “Red, Sir. But I’m fine.” Better than fine.

  He just smirks, a distinctly self-satisfied expression that makes me nervous. “Just use it. When you’ve had enough.”

  I open my mouth to speak, not sure just what I want to say or ask, but my words are strangled in my throat as he takes my clit between two fingers. The pad of his thumb caresses the tip of my throbbing nub, the friction light but perfectly applied.

  “Oh. Oh, Sir…”

  “Warm up time’s over, Summer. Now for the main event. I’ll stop when you say red. Not before. Do you understand me?” He flicks my clit again, sending shock waves of pure joy pulsing through me.

  I can feel this, right out to my fingertips. And it’s utterly divine.

  “Summer? Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir. But…”

  “Is there a problem? Surely not a lapse in your sluttishness?”

  “No, Sir. I am a slut. Just yours.”

  “Good answer, love. Now, enjoy. As long as you can. And I’ll count.”

  His fingers work ceaselessly, caressing my pussy, my clit, opening me, finger-fucking me, then spreading my juices across my clit. At Dan’s urging, I look down to watch his busy hands. I can’t see everything, but my clit is swollen so much it’s peeping out from between my inner lips, pink and plump and twitching as he torments me. I watch his fingers sliding across it, pressing and shaping, and I come quickly, my release shuddering through me.

  “Six.” Dan utters the one word, his fingers never stopping as he continues to rub and stroke.

  Not satisfied yet, he plunges his fingers into my pussy. Just two, but it feels like more. I’m incredibly full, tight and impossibly stretched, the pressure from his cock filling my anus is transferred through the sensitive membrane. Every stroke and caress is magnified, extreme and intense. Dan positions his fingers to hit my G-spot, rubbing that bunch of nerve endings as he flicks my clit.

  I lose it again.

  “Seven.” He sounds triumphant now.

  I might resent his arrogance if his confidence had been misplaced. It wasn’t, and I’m having a seriously good time. For how much longer, I’m not sure.

  My next orgasm is slower in the making, or maybe Dan’s decided to slow the pace a little. He teases me, tugging and squeezing my clit until I’m on the brink of climaxing again, then lets me slither back. His fingers are still caressing my G-spot, but less intently now. I know he can kick it up another gear or three whenever he chooses, but for long, relaxing minutes he plays me like a musical instrument. There’s no urgency now, I’m sated, I could stop any time and feel content. He’s more than pleased me. But this is good. This is…nice, pleasant, soothing. I feel sexy and wanted and cared for, my pleasure his total concern. I’ve dealt with the Dom, now I’m getting Dan the tender lover. I need both, I love both.

  He strokes my throbbing clit, drawing his thumb slowly across the tip, then repeats. I’m almost there. One more stroke, and I will be. Will he? He does. And I sigh happily as my pussy spasms again, the walls of my cunt clutching his fingers as they sink deep, my arse squeezing hard around his cock. The shudders of my release ripple for what seems like long minutes as Dan continues to massage my pussy lips. But I know I’ve had enough.

  “Eight.”

  The word slips around me like a silk scarf and I finally whisper my safe word, “Red. Red now, Sir.”

  Dan’s fingers slow, the caress finally ends.

  “Enough?” His tone is low, so gentle.

  I nod, my eyes tight closed. If I opened them, I’m sure tears would flow. Happy, fulfilled tears, tears of a woman in love with a beautiful, sensual man.

  “Mmm, what a sexy little slut you are. You did well. Now it’s my turn. Okay?”

  “Of course, Sir. You don’t need to ask.” I draw a deep breath, my body totally sated, absolutely content. His thrusts have been long and slow, the motion smooth. He’s been so careful not to hurt me, whilst his possession of my body has been total.

  He leans down, lays his lips across mine. My mouth opens under his as his tongue slips inside to start its tangled dance. My fingers are in his hair, combing through the messy length as I return his kiss. I’m tired, completely exhausted, but this is still sweet. He withdraws his cock, never breaking the kiss and he plunges back inside me. I gasp, but it’s not pain, just the intensity of the moment. He thrusts again and again. His cock leaps inside me, hardening yet more if that were possible. He withdraws, right to the tip, waits a moment, then drives it back inside. This time he fucks me hard, and it’s quite wonderful. I squeeze again, my reaction instinctive, urging him on.

  “Holy fuck, I love you.” His oath is muttered against my mouth as his climax finally takes over, what seems like hours of restraint now shattered as he pumps semen into my receptive arse. It feels hot, slightly strange, unfamiliar but so intimate. He thrust again, one last, shuddering stroke as his balls empty, and he’s finally still.

  * * * *

  “Do you need to go in to work tomorrow? To the zoo?”

  I’m snuggled up close to Dan, draped across his chest, drifting happily between sleeping and waking. My body aches in places I never even imagined I had, but I’m totally content.

  “Not necessarily. I usually do though when I’m on call at the weekend. Saturday’s the busiest day of the week. Shouldn’t make any difference to the animals, but it does seem to. I usually get called in at some point, and it’s easier if I’m already on site.”

  “I don’t mind if you have to go. Maybe I could come too, say hello to your lemurs.”

  “I’m sure they’d love to meet you. Okay then, we’ll drive down there tomorrow.”

  I wait for a few minutes before speaking again. “The animal park, it’s quite close to Barrow, isn’t it?”<
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  “Yes. A couple of miles. Why?”

  “I was thinking…”

  “Of course, I forgot. Your family lives in Barrow. Were you wanting to call in?”

  “I thought I might. Maybe if you’re busy doing vet things I could nip round there.”

  “I’ll come with you, if you like. I should be able to get away for an hour or two.”

  “No!”

  He stiffens, and I know my reply came out more sharply than I intended. But there’s no way I want Dan going to Barrow, meeting my mother, working out where I come from. What I came from. “I mean, no, you don’t need to do that. Not in the middle of a busy day. I’ll just go round there for a quick visit, and be back before you’ve finished whatever it is you do with your lemurs.”

  “When I’m on call, it could be anything, not just lemurs. Tiger toothache, lion laryngitis.”

  “Hippo herpes?”

  “Miss Jones, you disappoint me. I’ve never seen a hippo with herpes. Are you sure? About going to your mother’s on your own? I could do with getting on with things, really.”

  “Quite sure.” I manage, I hope, to keep the relief from being too evident in my voice. I snuggle in again, and within minutes Dan’s breathing slows to an even, steady rhythm. He’s asleep, and I soon follow.

  Chapter Four

  The animal park is a lovely place, in my view, one of the best zoos in the country. It also holds vivid memories for me as this was where I first met Dan when I brought my injured badger here, intent on my mission of mercy. At the time he confused and terrified me, though I now realize it was my own gut-churning anxiety and lack of self-worth that caused me to run from him. He invited me to dinner—how different things might have been for me if I’d accepted. Or perhaps not, as I’ve ended up here anyway. I’ve come full circle.

  The zoo sprawls across hundreds of acres of Cumbrian countryside, a collection of huge enclosures home to big cats, rhino, giraffe, baboons. Many of the enclosures are open for visitors to stroll through and get up close and personal with the animals. The lemur enclosure is one of those, and Dan points me toward a rough carved bench with instructions to sit still and be quiet while he gets on with some weighing and measuring. The small creatures, somewhere between a squirrel and a cat, scuttle around quite unconcerned by either Dan or the dozens of visitors passing through their home. There are signs up warning people not to feed them and that the lemurs might bite, but this seems like a distant threat. The friendly, inquisitive little faces are delightful—I can perfectly understand Dan’s fascination.