Good Lord: Woolf Tales 2

by Viva Gold

  “Jesus.” Remi cursed breathily. He leaned forward and swiped my leaking tip with the pad of his thumb making me jerk. I watched as he painted his bottom lip with my moisture then rolled it into his mouth. It was a filthy gesture that had my cock swelling in anticipation. “Finger your hole.” The rasp to his tone raised goose bumps on my flesh. Remi was extremely sexy like this.

  I trailed my fingers slowly down the inside of my thigh until they disappeared between my legs. I tapped the tip of my index finger against my pucker tantalising us both with the prospect of what was to come. I chewed on my lower lip as a pitiful sound left my throat. The sight of Remi on the verge of losing it as he watched me so intently was my undoing.

  “Oh God.” My voice was thick with lust as I slid my finger into my body. I was still raw which only served to heighten the pleasure for me.

  “Two. Two fingers.” I looked up to see Remi had shifted forward in his chair and was staring between my legs. At some point, he had pulled his cock out of his jeans and was stroking himself slowly. The sight was incredibly erotic. I slid my middle finger into my arse hole so that I had two fingers in me as Remi had demanded. It felt fantastic but now that I knew his cock was interested in the party that was what I desired. I loved feeling full of him regardless of whether it was rough play or tender love making or simply just carnal fucking.

  “Feels so good but wish it was your cock filling my hole.” I taunted Remi with heavy lidded eyes. My pale skin was flushed and I hoped I had mauled my mouth enough to make it look swollen and pouty. I wanted to be so dirty for him knowing that was what turned him on the most. Abruptly he lurched out of the armchair and loomed over me. He shoved his cock into my face and I chased it with my mouth eagerly swallowing him to the hilt in one go. He shouted my name and I sucked him off using my very best skills.

  “Get me wet slut. Nice and sloppy.” Remi grabbed my hair holding my head while he fucked my mouth. I felt him swell and he hastily pulled out. “No, no. You wanted me to fuck you…” Remi pulled his cock away from my reach leaving me feeling empty and I whimpered. He placed his hands on my body and flipped me over the back of the armchair resting one hand heavily on the nape of my neck as he slapped my arse with the other. I could feel myself dripping pre-come on to my mother’s furniture but could have cared less at this stage. I was frantic for Remi to fuck me. I wiggled my arse at him and used one hand to pull my cheeks apart exposing my willing hole for his use. He leaned close to my ear. “Fucking, needy, cunt. Beg me.”

  I was about to refuse but remembered what happened last time and wasn’t about to incur his wrath once again. “Fuck me sir, please I beg you.” I pleaded like a trouper and was grateful to hear the growl of appreciation emanate from behind me. Remi grabbed my wrists and placed my hands on the back of the seat one each side of my head.

  “Hold on and don’t move.” His massive hands landed on my cheeks and he pulled them apart and spat a huge glob onto my hole. I was a little bit relieved he wasn’t going in dry although I would have taken it willingly I was that desperate. His thumb pushed his phlegm inside of me. He repeated his actions a couple of more times making me wet for him. The next thing I knew was his fat cock head probing at my pucker before he rammed himself inside me in one hard thrust.

  “Oh fuck! Fuck!” I yelled and writhed. “Too much, too much…” Remi hesitated. “No, don’t you fucking move.” I clamped one hand on his arse holding him in place. I was panting and trying to adjust to him and to my absolute joy he rubbed a palm up and down my back caressing my hot skin as he whispered in French how much he desired me. “Ok, now give it to me, oh please, wanna come so badly.”

  “Don’t touch your cock.” Remi ordered before ploughing into me hard and fast without mercy. “Come on you little come slut. Going to make you spurt your load without even touching your dick.” Remi grabbed my hips and the change in angle made his solid shaft connect with my prostate in such a way it took my breath away. The sensation was so intense I found it hard to draw in oxygen and my head felt fuzzy and light.

  “So good. Don’t stop. Remiiiiii….” I knew I was babbling but the feelings he was induced in me were at once too much and not enough leaving me teetering on the edge of something just out of reach that demanded all of my concentration. My vision blurred and a lightness of spirit engulfed my entire body. I felt like I was floating. Remi’s sudden roar jolted me back to the present and as his cock swelled and pulsed inside of me filling me up with his hot come, my own orgasm hit sending me soaring. Unlike a climax derived from having friction around my cock, this one was more like an entire body experience. I shuddered as I came feeling weightless and exposed. No part of me felt untouched and heat swirled though me as I ejaculated over and over. It was like being milked from the inside leaving me exhausted yet incredibly unburdened. I had no strength left to hold myself up and sank inelegantly into the cushions beneath me, arse in the air. “Oh my God.” I mumbled into the soft fabric.

  Remi pulled out of me and shoved his t-shirt between my arse crack to soak up my leaking hole. I grunted but he tutted and swatted my arse. “Don’t make a mess on your mother’s upholstery.” I clutched onto the t-shirt and wriggled around in the chair to face him.

  “That was thoughtful.” I tried to look coy.

  “Well, she doesn’t need to have your drying spunk all over the place. That shit is nasty.” Remi brushed the hair off his face looking magnificently sated. He adjusted his jeans and fell back into the opposite armchair. I appreciated the way his muscles moved under his olive toned skin.

  “No, I meant, you were nice to me.” I gave him my best smile.

  “I can do nice.” Remi sounded put out I would doubt him.

  “Umm, yes I know that now.”

  He rolled his eyes at me. “Do you not remember me saying I liked you Jason? You accused me of being your stalker; if I was it was only to get close to you, so I could, you know, do that…” He pointed to the t-shirt between my legs.

  “You’re so fucking weird, you know that right?” I shook my head.

  “It’s all a matter of perspective, but I think you like weird.” Remi wagged his index finger at me as he got up. “Tonight, we sleep together. Once your parents return home we will need to be discreet until such time I decide to make our relationship known to them. Do not defy me on this.”

  Remi scooped me up like a baby and carried me back to my room. “Quick shower then come to my bed. Naked except for…” Remi fished my red lace thong out of his jeans pocket and sniffed them before throwing them on the bed. Filthy fucker. “Fifteen minutes. Oh, and here you are.” He tossed my phone on top of the panties. As soon as he left I grabbed it to see a million missed calls and messages from Izzy and Adam. Shit, I was in so much trouble but if I spoke to them how would I explain I was being wooed by my younger cousin who enjoyed a deviant and abusive approach to sex as much as a loving and tender one. I was both black and blue and highly cherished – there was no way Izzy would understand. Still I needed to get back to him.

  “Woolf. Speak.”

  “It’s me, Izzy.” My voice sounded raspy even to my own ears.

  “Who the fuck…wait, Jase?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You sound funny.”

  I cleared my throat. “Just a cold.” I hated lying to my boss.

  “Why haven’t you been answering your phone?” I could hear the suspicious tone in Izzy’s voice. The last thing I needed was for him and Adam coming to Greenall Manor on a misguided crusade to ‘rescue’ me, so I put on my best cheerful tone.

  “It wasn’t charged and I’ve been out in the garden.”

  “It’s fucking eleven o’clock at night Jason.”

  Shit, I hadn’t thought that one through very well. “Listen Izzy, I’ve come here to get away from the stresses back in London, did you want something?” I knew deliberately changing the subject was a dangerous ploy but it seemed to work.

  “Gosh, sorry Jase. I had no right…”

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��Nah, s’okay. Just tired; didn’t mean to be haughty.”

  Izzy burst out laughing. “Ok my Lord, as long as you’re alright. I was just checking on you.” I smiled wistfully at the change in his tone.

  “God, I love you Izzy. I’m fine. Say hi to Adam for me. I’ve just run a bath sweetie so I’m going to go. Catch you soon, ok?”

  “Uh, ok Jase…sure. Speak soon baby.” I hated that Izzy sounded unsure but I knew if I mentioned Remi he’d go on the offensive and I didn’t need that right now. Isadore Woolf on a mission was nothing short of exasperating and I was too exhausted.

  I showered quickly managing to manscape a little in preparation for the lace thong. I inspected them to see if Remi had magically repaired them after having ceremoniously ripped them off of me, but I concluded they were a new pair.

  I donned the slip of red lace that felt so wonderful cupping my junk and inspected myself in the mirror hoping to see what Remi lusted after. I did have a spectacular arse there was no denying. High globes nicely rounded but not too full for my frame. The red lace lay flat against my lower back and gripped me around the waist. I turned around. The slip of cloth that covered my balls and cock swept up in a triangle making my legs look longer than they actually were. Rising on tip toes I tried to imagine myself in ‘fuck me’ heels and how fantastically pert and sexy I would look. Maybe another day, but for now I padded barefoot down the hall to Remi’s room. He was already in bed so I jumped in beside him and curled up against his big body marvelling at how we fit together so well.

  “Strange day huh?” Remi muttered kissing the top of my head in a surprisingly tender move.

  “You can say that again!” I chuckled. “You’ve gone from one extreme to another. I have no idea who you are.” I snuggled into his warmth and sighed. “But I like it. I like you.”

  “We are going to have so much fun.”

  My eyes snapped open at his emphasis on the word fun which filled me with both a sense of dread and a feeling of wonder. I was about to call him on it when I realised he was already asleep. I craned my neck to look at him and in the half-light, he looked achingly young and beautiful. My heart swelled and I tried to ignore what that meant. Not long after I too fell into a deep sleep.

  CHAPTER 8

  I woke under a blanket of heat to find Remi sprawled all over me. He was a heavy bastard but I endured it because I liked the possessive weight of him on me even in sleep. My mind raced at all the uncertainty of the day ahead. Would my parents suspect anything was going on between Remi and me, and even if they did was I going to deny or embrace it? Theoretically there was nothing illegal in our being together as we weren’t blood relatives; however, I supposed it might be seen by some as being immoral due to the family connection. I didn’t much care but I did respect my parents so vowed to tread warily for now. Plus, I was sure Izzy was not fooled by my attempts to steer last night’s brief chat away from my current status of wellbeing, and knowing him he would not let it lie. I hoped he wouldn’t show up until the ball at the weekend.

  “Someone is thinking too loudly.” Remi mumbled into the crook of my neck which tickled and made me shiver. “What time is it?”

  I could hear the house coming to life and guessed it was around 8am. A quick glance to his bedside clock confirmed it. Remi told me my parents were expected back anytime from midday. “That gives us time.”

  I cocked my head at him. “For what?” I frowned.

  “To play.” He shimmied off me and twisted to his side facing me. A sleep tousled Remi was adorable yet I knew his thoughts were anything but.

  “Hmm, well I need a quick wee first.” I clambered to get out of the bed when a heavy hand grabbed my hip.

  “I don’t think so.”

  “Remi, you’re being ridiculous.” The same hand left my hip to cup my balls. I squirmed but he squeezed them making me cry out. “Please stop, I’ll wet the bed for fuck’s sake.” My bladder was uncomfortably full.

  “Hold it.”

  I gasped. He was actually serious. I squeezed my eyes shut and willed the need to piss to go away but it was hardly a mind over matter thing. My cock was solid with morning wood and my piss hard on was aching terribly. I wondered why Remi didn’t have the same need.

  “I went about an hour ago while you were sleeping in case you’re curious.” Remi tugged at the red lace. “That’s utterly obscene.” Remi flicked the tip of my cock poking out the top of the thong and I gasped. He rolled them off of me and began long, slow pulls on my cock and I held my breath at the warring sensations of pleasure and pain. It was intense and took every last ounce of control not to let go and wet the bed. Remi persisted jacking me and a half sob escaped. Gone was the sweet boy from last night replaced by the demon I had seen before. More pain was coming I could sense it in the tension of his taut shoulders and the concentration on his face. He pulled me on my side so we were face to face. His other hand disappeared under his pillow and returned with a tube of lube which he squirted firstly on to my cock then on to his own raging hard on. He released mine for a moment to align our shafts and then he took us both in hand leisurely rubbing up and down until I thought I would go mad. The friction was both delicious and torturous.

  “Remi, I can’t hold it.” My bladder was burning. I shook my head from side to side as he increased the pressure. I sobbed and writhed until the familiar tingle at the base of my spine alerted me to my impending climax. I couldn’t stop it and my eyes flew to Remi’s pleading for him not to continue. “No more!” I cried. “I’m begging you.” His blue eyes were bright with lust. His face was a picture of desire and heat and wicked glee.

  “Too late cousin.” He whispered as he fell flat on his back on the mattress pulling me on top of him. His hand flew faster over both of our cocks and the friction grew too much. The intense rush of my orgasm was insane and I rocked and bucked and arched rigid as it hit. I screamed Remi’s name and he followed almost immediately with a powerful release of his own. To my horror, however, he didn’t release me and my now over sensitive cock was adding to the unbearable burning of my bladder.

  “Sssstop, Remi, stop…. oh God, nooooo…” Remi smirked at me and pressed down hard on my bladder. I wailed unable to hold it any longer and released a strong stream of piss which soaked us both. I tried to scramble off of him but he wasn’t having any of it. I was helpless to stop it and I hung my head in shame.

  “Messy fucking slut boy.” Remi let go of my cock and placed his hand around my throat. “Did you really just piss all over me and wet my bed.” I let out a sob. “Answer me.” His growl rumbled through me.

  “I’m so sorry.” I whined. “I warned you…” I was truly mortified. He shoved me so hard I tumbled off the bed and landed with a thud on the floor. Before I could register what was happening he was behind me fisting my hair using his hold to drag me back to the mattress where he proceeded to rub my face into the wet sheets. I tried to resist but Remi was terrifyingly strong.

  “No better than a dog.” He spat the words at me. I was utterly humiliated yet some sick part of me was enjoying being treated like shit. I tried not to ponder on what that meant. “Strip the bed. The house staff shouldn’t have to touch urine soaked sheets.” I scrambled to do as he commanded leaving a pile of soiled linens on the floor. The air smelt stale and I longed for a shower.

  “I stink. Let’s go to the shower and you can wash me.” Remi swatted my arse and dragged me to his ensuite bathroom locking the door behind him which made my stomach flip. “Don’t want to be disturbed.”

  My heart leapt into my throat as the click of the bathroom door lock reverberated around the tiled walls. Once again, I had been lulled into a false sense of security. I thought Remi was settling for a gentler form of sexual interaction but apparently not if my stinging scalp and fetid aroma was anything to go by. The flip of his moods made for some interesting times and I dared not wonder why fear of the unknown was proving to be undeniably intoxicating. In my heart of hearts, I refused to believe my cousi
n would cause me any permanent damage as I truly believed he had feelings of affection towards me. I wasn’t certain I could live long term with the constant threat of Remi’s imaginative torture but for now I was curious to see just how much he would dish out and how much I could take.

  Izzy was going to kill me when he found out I was in a potentially destructive relationship, but ironically, I felt I finally found something I deserved.

  “Turn the shower on, make it hot.” Remi pushed me roughly forward and I stumbled into the glass enclosure. He chuckled behind me evidently amused. “I love your pale skin; my marks show up so clearly. I felt his fingertips feather across my sore arse cheeks and I shivered. My bum was smarting from having been smacked and grabbed by his large hands so that even his light touch felt like my skin was on fire.

  “Water’s ready.” I mumbled testing it out with my hand. Remi grinned then picked me up in his arms and stepped under the flow of the water. The shower head was one of those massive ones that made the water flow like rainfall. It felt delicious on my skin and I couldn’t wait to get lathered up. Once we were both soaking wet and dripping, Remi put me down and we stood face to face. I watched as he reached for the shower gel. He grabbed my wrist and turned my palm upwards and squeezed the soap into my hand.

  “Wash me.”

  I bent down to wash his feet, massaging his ankles and calves and rubbing his shins and knees and the front and back of his thighs. I tried to reach for his groin area but he batted my hands away and pulled me upright. “Enough. My turn. Close your eyes.” I did as instructed and after a heartbeat too long that spiked my anxiety, I felt Remi’s hands in my hair. He massaged in the shampoo until I was a limp noodle barely able to support my own weight. I sighed and he chuckled. After he’d rinsed my hair I heard the suction of the shower gel bottle as he squeezed out the soap and waited with bated breath for his talented fingers to work their magic on my body.