by Chloe Grey
She held my gaze squarely, but her nervousness showed when she tugged on her bottom lip. “And I’m telling you I’m staying. I’m keeping my promise to you, Dave. No matter what.”
“You’re not making any sense.”
“I know.”
“You’re as stubborn as me.”
She shrugged. “We make a great couple.”
“If you die. I will never forgive myself.”
“Ditto.”
“Then the best case scenario is that we both die.”
She smiled. “I will take it; as long as we do it together. I hate this fucking planet anyways.”
“I will keep alert. It’s no use running. He will find us sooner or later, and I am tired of running and hiding.” I paused, debating whether to remind her. Then I remembered: no more secrets. “And Cass?”
“Hmm?”
“About Amber...”
Her smile disappeared. “What about her?”
“I still feel obligated to help her when the time comes again. She’s an innocent victim.”
She thought about it for a while, biting on her index finger. It was such a turn on. Then she looked at me, her jaw set. “No shoving your cock in her cunt.”
I nodded. “No shoving my cock in her cunt.”
She pursed her lips, her finger poking at the seam. “No kissing.”
“No kissing.”
She nodded. “Okay.” I smiled, then started to thank her, but she cut me off. “Just so you know, I’m not okay with it. I’m just compromising for you, again.”
I leaned down and kissed her cheeks, but she diverted my chin, and I landed on flowery goodness. “You’re the best.”
“Compromise for me sometimes. I would appreciate it.”
I drew back. Shit. She was going to make numerous demands. But I owed her that. She deserves to make as many demands as she wanted.
I eyed her. “What do you want?”
“Fuck me.”
Chapter 18
-David-
I lifted her up. She locked her legs, smiling dreamily up at me, her green eyes bright, like we had not been talking about being death moments ago.
I carried Cass to the bedroom.
“I love you,” she said as I gently laid her down on my side of the bed.
“Love you too,” I muttered, prying off my shirt. By the time I had tossed it away, Cass was already dealing with my zipper.
My cock was exposed to the cool conditioned air seconds later, and I moaned as Cass went to her knees, licking my cock once, then sucking the tip with her lips, her expert hands kneading my balls.
“I want this every day,” she said, gesturing to my shaft with a wet swirl of her tongue, lapping up pre-come that was pooling at the crown. “In my mouth, in my cunt, in my ass. Doesn’t matter. As long as it’s inside me.” She grabbed my cock, giving me long, lazy strokes, admiring it for a few beats before turning her attention back to me. “Every. Single. Day.”
“We might be dead tomorrow for all we know,” I muttered.
“Shut up. Live in the moment now. Worry about tomorrow tomorrow.”
I gave her a look. “Have you been reading those lame Facebook motivational posts?”
“Asshole,” she grinned, then she went back to my throbbing cock, lubricating my entire length with her tongue. “I’m going to suck you off. Will you have enough for me after? If not, we might as well get straight to the fucking.”
“Love, you underestimate me.”
“Okay,” she said, running her fingernails lightly over the skin of my balls, ever so gently curling them inwards, sending shivers racing through me.
Then I felt her tongue again, so warm and wet, running the along the underside of my entire length, dragging over all my sensitive veins.
“Christ, Cass. I’m going to come.”
She withdrew her tongue. “Not yet.”
“You’re driving me insane, woman.”
She flashed me an ‘I know’ smile before enveloping my cock in one smooth motion, pushing her tongue down to guide the firm tip onto her mouth, then began sliding up and down, her cheeks hollowing while her gorgeous green eyes held mine with a scorchingly hot look.
My groans were filling up the room, and I grabbed the back of her head, entwining my hands in her hair, controlling the rhythm as she bobbed her head up and down my cock. Both of her hands were down low, kneading and squeezing my balls, drawing me dangerously close to release.
Sensing that release, Cass drew back, gasping. “Give me a signal when you’re about to come, okay? I want to be prepared to swallow.”
I nodded. Speech was not a thing for me anymore. I was in subspace, under her spell, lost in time.
She smiled at me, mouthing the three words that made me instantly dissolve, before going down on me once more, her tongue goading me on.
I didn’t last long. “Now!” I shouted, snapping my eyes shut and pulling my head back, letting the rush of sensations overpower me.
I shot my load into her with such force that it produced a muffled shout from Cass. But my god, she swallowed it all. Even as my cock jerked and spasmed, shooting out more and more hot come, she swallowed all of it until I was dry, then licked my entire length clean.
“Christ,” was all I could manage to get out, my knees weakening. I had to grip the bed, grabbing the comforter to steady myself, feeling drunk with pleasure.
“How was it?” Cass purred. I knew that she knew I had loved every second of it, but she wanted to hear it from my lips.
“Amazing.” I didn’t know what else to say.
“Amazing,” she mouthed, running her tongue along her lips. Then she looked down, and her eyes went wide. “You’re hard again!”
I smiled, stroking my glistening arousal. “I told you.”
I patted the bed. “Lay down.”
She did, and I quickly climbed on top of her, her thighs spreading automatically.
I stole a glance down to confirm if she was already wet. She was.
“Cass,” I said, trailing a finger along her neck. She moaned at the contact, fidgeting on the mattress. “I’m going to make another unreasonable demand.”
“Anything.”
My cock twitched at what I was about to say. “What do you think about me collaring you?”
She frowned, her hand coming over to mine, halting my movements at her neck. “Collaring?”
“Yes, collaring.”
She pursed her lips. Not a good sign. “Explain.”
“It’s a dominance thing. Tells everybody that you’re mine. And if you agree to wear it, then it shows you completely submit to my control, that you’re okay with being mine.”
She frowned. “You don’t need a collar to do that.”
I removed my hand from her neck, smoothing over her pink hair. “It’s not a big deal. You don’t need to do it if you don’t want to.”
“Is it important to you?”
I looked at her. It was no use lying. “Yes, but—”
“What type of collar do you want to put on me? Like a dog’s?”
“No. Just something simple. Black. Not anything that sticks out too much. I mean, it’s okay if you don’t—”
“Why a collar? Why not a necklace, or a ring, or whatever?”
“Cass, it’s fine.”
“Answer me.”
I sighed. Why did I even ask her in the first place? “I don’t know. Some people mark their submissives with necklaces, rings, piercings, or tattoos. Some don’t at all. I just prefer collars.”
Her lips formed a thin line. “You’re not piercing me.”
I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I leaned down to nuzzle her neck and breathe her in. That scent was addictive. I needed it like it was air. “Just collaring.”
“Can I take it off anytime?”
“Only with my permission. Some people do locked collars, but that’s not my thing.”
“Can I pick the collar out?”
“No.”
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bsp; “Okay...” She said slowly. I was stroking the side of her head, and she unconsciously leaned into my caress. “We can do a test run. I will wear the collar for maybe a week. If I don’t like it, then no more collar. If it doesn’t bother me much, then I will wear it for however long you want me to.”
I leaned down and kissed her. “Thank you, again. I don’t deserve you.”
“Thank me by choosing a nice collar.”
“I will get one as beautiful as you.”
“Shut up.” But the corners of her mouth curved slightly, and she bit down on her lower lip to keep them from growing any wider. Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink. God, I loved it when she did that. I loved everything about her.
Slowly, I took her hands and pinned them above her head, like I had outside, but with less force now. “Your hands stay here.” I meant to say it softly, but it came out as a growl.
I let go, and as expected, she obeyed. I trailed a finger from her wrist to her shoulder. I could tell she liked it from the low purr she was producing. “Some people use a rope, but I find it more satisfying if my submissive does it out of obedience instead of being held down by a restraint.”
Cass said nothing, just breathing in and out heavily, unevenly, her sex growing wetter by the second. I continued trailing down, palming her right breast, going over her nipple, drifting feather-light across her belly, circling around her navel, then going south to her inner thigh. “Spread them wider,” I ordered softly.
She did, showing off that beautiful, inviting sex of hers.
I looked back up into her forest eyes, so full of yearning. “It goes without saying that you cannot come without my permission, okay?”
“Okay,” she exhaled, nodding her head furiously at the same time. I leaned down and buried against her neck, licking off beads of salty sweat, then moving up and nipping her right earlobe. That got her going, and I wasn’t even inside her yet.
One of her hands flew out of position, gripping my hair.
“Sorry,” she said, and I felt her hand leaving. I couldn't see her, but I imagined her face was wracked with guilt. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, love.” I crawled down lower, and she made a sound of frustration. But I was not ready yet. I wanted to tease her until she started begging for it.
I put her left nipple between my teeth and was delighted when she yelped, arching her back. Her right nipple was next, and I made slow circles around it with my tongue, a cry escaping her lips.
“Dave...” She was speaking in soft gasps now. “I can’t—fuck me now. Please.”
Usually, I would push for more, force her to the verge of tears, make her beg until her throat went dry. But I couldn’t with Cass. I didn’t want to see her in tears anymore.
I crawled back up and positioned myself above her core, my tip brushing ever so lightly against her opening. “I’m going slow. Are you ready, love?”
“Yes!” she gasped.
I slowly rolled my hips, sinking into her. Christ, she was still so tight.
Cass groaned, arching her back as I sank deeper and deeper, her heavy breasts pillowing against my chest. I hit something hard and the moans that followed were better than all the porn I’d watched in my lifetime. I shifted my hips, working to fit myself.
She jerked, my name coming out from those lips in a sharp cry. I ignored it, still dipping until I couldn’t go any further.
Cass tried though. With her feet firmly planted on the bed, and her bottom lip folded between her teeth, she drove her heels downwards. Muscles along her sex rippled as she tried to accommodate my entire length.
I groaned at her efforts, becoming drunk with pleasure. I felt lightheaded. The world was a blur, and the one thing that wasn’t was the woman below me. That made it possible to direct all my focus into admiring those beautiful features of hers. Forest green eyes, straight lush hair, the smoothest olive skin, and those lips... The two beautiful lines of pink that felt too good to be of this earth, lips that could give me so much pleasure, only second to her sex. I could kiss them all day.
I wanted to, and so I did. Tilting my head down, I claimed what belonged to me, her flowery taste exploding through my taste buds.
I drew my hips back until only my tip still remained in her, my whole length slick with her juices. With a sharp exhale, I plunged back in, not too hard, but still, I had the pleasure to swallow down her loud moans and feel her supple breasts pressing into me as she arched her back.
I broke the kiss, pulling back, then drove back in without pause—over and over. Cass began to meet my thrusts with her hips, and soon, the room was filled with the sounds of our fucking.
She was about to orgasm, I realised, as I watched her visibly struggling to hold back her release. Her eyes were screwed shut and each pump of my hips pulled a rewarding moan from those lips. I slowed down my pace, and her eyes flew open, those beautiful greens alight with lust.
“No, please,” Cass whimpered. “Don’t stop. Faster. Go Faster.”
I nodded. “Don’t come without my command.”
“I won’t,” she gasped, sealing her eyes back shut, arching her sweat filled body as I went back to my original pace, then faster, thrusting into her without mercy now, not giving her any chance to adjust.
I knew she wouldn’t disobey. She showed me with her hands still clasped obediently in place, her fingers twitching.
I wondered if Cass had finally accepted herself as a submissive, my submissive. She didn’t argue when I indirectly called her one, and even went above and beyond, agreeing to be collared—the ultimate form of devotion to me.
I closed my eyes and imagined Cass collared and kneeling at my feet. Completely mine. This wasn’t the first time I’d visualized the image, but it was the first time I knew that it could finally be possible. And very soon. That set me off. My skin blazed to life and my pumps became faster and harder, making her moans inhuman. This was it.
I opened my eyes to look at her. Her gaze was already on me, her deep green eyes full of begging, her lips parting to utter a silent plea.
Wish granted.
I tackled those sweet, beautiful lips, backing off after a few beats, and only just by a millimeter. I uttered the awaited command.
“Come.”
The orgasm rolled through me like a brutal wave, spilling out in a heated earth shattering burst. I watched Cass tossed her head back, roaring to the heavens. But I wasn’t going to let her go. I scooped her back up, claiming those lips again as I exploded rounds after rounds after rounds of hot come, marking her as mine, possessing her completely.
Mine. All mine.
Christ. The orgasm was long, possibly the longest I’d ever had. I was more than content, in a peaceful bliss. Her tight walls contracted, gripping my pumping cock ravenously, so desperate for more, still squeezing even when I was pumped dry.
I pulled out, rolling over to my sides and sinking into the mattress, feeling boneless and drained.
“Dave.”
That milky voice. I felt goosebumps flaring to life all over me.
I turned to my side, my knuckles stroking her cheeks. Then for what seemed like the hundredth time this week, the tears came spilling out. For fuck’s sake. I sat up, alert. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she smiled. “I’m just so happy.”
I sighed, then held her close, feeling her warmth seeping into my skin and inhaling her light aroma. My heart went back to its steady thumping.
“Do you have enough for one more?” she said against my chest.
I almost laughed. This woman was crazy. “Let’s have a shower first. I will clean you up. Then dinner, then bed again.”
“Italian?”
“I’m thinking Chinese. But someplace nice.”
I felt her nod. “Okay.”
Chapter 19
-Cassandra-
“How many?”
My brow furrowed in concentration, and I blew out a breath, floating locks of my hair. Seven? No, eight. I
opened my eyes half an inch.
“Close them. Don’t cheat.”
I pouted, but obeyed. Eight? It had to be eight, excluding us. Eight heartbeats. Nine now since one just entered the coffee shop.
“Nine,” I said triumphantly, opening my eyes.
Dave raised his frappuccino and sipped at the straw. “Very good. Now how many of them are men and how many are women?”
I frowned, and started to look around but stopped myself just in time. I closed my eyes, willing my senses into action.
They all smell different. Three of them probably hadn’t taken showers yet. The figure in what seemed like the corner of the coffee shop drew laborious breaths, and the outline of his scent was thicker. Must be a man. The rest... they all felt the same, aside from a variety of scents that meant nothing to me.
I took a wild guess. “Six men and three women,” I said, opening my eyes.
Dave was still sucking on his coffee. God, why did he have to make everything a huge turn-on? “Very impressive. How did you know?”
I smiled. “Wild guess.”
“Guessed so, because that was way off the mark.”
I shot him a look, then gazed around, counting down the people. Five men and four women. I slouched down in my chair. “This is impossible.”
He put down his coffee and took mine, sipping on my double espresso. I suppressed a smirk when he grimaced, hastily returning the drink. “It’s actually pretty simple. It’s all about the heartbeat. Women tend to have a lower resting rate than men. Once you get more used to it, you can tell easily. If you’re still unsure, focus on the scent. Men usually have a thicker aroma, and smellier scents. And I say that as a man.”
“You smell good though.”
His features remained composed, but I knew he was curious. “What do I smell like?”
I took a long sip of my coffee before answering. Just to torture him a little. “Nice.”
“Just nice?”
I shrugged, looking away. That was when I noticed the heavy breather from across the coffee shop was overweight. He looked from his newspaper to me, raising an eyebrow when he caught sight of my neck accessory. I turned away.
