by Sophia Vice
In the aftermath I just lay boneless against the sofa cushions, my pussy still clenching with small aftershocks around his softening cock.
Adam Ricci just gave me the fuck of my life.
And I loved it.
“You’re hung like a fucking horse,” I comment, my voice weak and wrung out by pleasure.
Adam laughs, the sound deep and resonant.
8
Adam
I pull out of Kyle and she sighs, relaxing fully into the sofa. She looks beautiful like this. The streetlights outside filter through the windows, illuminating her glistening body. Her rich brown hair, freed from it’s ponytail, is fanned out on the sofa like a halo. I pause for a moment to gather some of it in my hand, admiring its silkiness. I inhale, and I can smell the sex in the air mixed with her own distinct scent—she smells like peaches. Ripe, juicy peaches
I’m completely satisfied, all the way down to my bones. Kyle is finally mine. Mine to care for, mine to fuck, mine to—love?
The thought startles me, and I take a moment to collect myself by going to the bathroom. I find a new washcloth and I run some hot water over it.
I can’t be in love with Kyle. It’s too soon. It’s also too risky—at any moment she might decide that I’m too intense, too controlling, and leave me.
But maybe I’ve just been waiting to love her—seeing her all the time at Jason’s, her sweet innocence begging for me to make her dirty, and her wildness demanding I tame her. Maybe I’m just confusing love with the feeling of a long-held fantasy finally being fulfilled. That must be it.
With that thought wrapped around me like armor, I return to where Kyle is still laying on the sofa, right where I left her. Post-orgasmic bliss is written in every relaxed line of her body.
“Tired, pet?”
She hums, peering up at me with sleepy, sated eyes. “Why do you call me that?”
“Why? Because you’re cute and feisty, and, for the moment, you’re mine. Does it bother you?”
She bites her lip, her cheeks pinking as she looks down at the sofa thoughtfully. “No,” she admits softly, her baby blues rising to meet my gaze.
“Good,” I purr, “because I like calling you that. Spread your legs.”
She glances back at me as she obeys, and I feel myself hardening again as I see her soaked pussy.
Her eyes widen at the sight of my arousal. “I don’t know if I have another round in me.”
“Sore, baby?”
“A little.” She bites her lip again.
I slap her pussy lightly, and she jerks. “Good. I like knowing that you’ll be aching from me tomorrow. But don’t worry, I’m just cleaning you up.” I drag the warm washcloth up the puffy lips of her pussy, and she shivers in pleasure.
“So responsive,” I murmur.
“What?” She mumbles, her eyes drooping with sleepiness.
“Nothing, baby. Do you want to sleep here, or at mine?”
At this she suddenly looks more awake, and she scrambles into a sitting position. She hisses as her ass makes contact with the sofa cushions. “Um, don’t you think that’s like… I don’t know… a little fast maybe? I think that this”—she blushes, looking down at her hands—“might be a little intense for me.”
I crouch down so that I’m at her eye level and take her hands in mine. Her baby blue eyes rise to meet my gaze, and I exhale sharply. Christ, she’s beautiful.
“I know I’m intense. I know what I want is intense. But for me, it’s all or nothing. It’s how I operate.” I rub my thumb over the back of her hand. “I wish I could give you normal, but it wouldn’t be true to who I am. I’m kinky. I’m controlling.”
She smiles at me weakly, and I continue. “I know it isn’t easy to jump into a relationship that intense with no experience. I know that what I’m asking for is hard—impossible, even. But I really, really want to try this with you, Kyle. You have no idea how much.” I try to communicate my sincerity with my eyes, and her lips part, her eyes rounding in surprise.
I decide to steam-roll ahead and lay it all out for her. Every ounce of my feelings. Everything I could imagine for the two of us. “What I want isn’t all about punishments. I want you to trust me to take care of you. Cherish you. I want to rule over you, to have you obey me, because I care about you. I will only ever act in your best interest. Does that make sense? Do you understand?”
She nods, her cheeks flushing. Her next words completely undo me.
“I understand, Sir.”
The smile curves my lips before I can control it. “Good girl,” I murmur, and with that I cup the back of her neck, and draw her into a searing kiss.
“Okay, into the tub.” We ended up going back to my place, and I decide to draw her a bath before I cook us both a proper dinner. To me, it seems like the perfect evening.
Kyle seems to disagree. She stands next to me, still fully clothed, her arms crossed over her chest. “What is with you and the baths? Do I smell or something?”
I laugh. “No, you smell amazing.” To prove my point, I draw her close to me and inhale, my nose skimming the column of her throat.
She pushes me away. “Don’t distract me. I’m trying to point out that you have an obsession. Don’t I get to decide when I want to take a bath?”
I laugh again. “You know, you’re so quiet and shy when you’re naked and freshly spanked that I forget how feisty you can be.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “I’m glad you find me so amusing.”
I chuckle some more, running my hand down her back and over her ass, giving her a gentle squeeze. After all of these years yearning for her, being able to touch her is such a relief. I can’t tell if my addiction to her is because of her being forbidden to me for so long, or if it’s just because of, well, her.
I turn off the faucet of the big jet-tub before it can overfill. “Okay. It’s ready. Strip and get your sexy ass in there.”
She purses her lips. “This is silly. I’m perfectly clean, and I don’t need you ordering me to take a bath like you’re the caring parent I never had.”
I stare at her hard, and she blanches. It’s clear that she didn’t mean to share that tidbit, but she did, and I can feel my stomach plummeting to the floor.
Jason’s mentioned some things about his and Kyle’s parents in passing, and I know that they grew up poor. I knew that Jason felt very strongly about helping his sister go to college so that she could secure a good life for herself—because the home they had both left behind wasn’t worth returning too.
I close in on Kyle, but she takes a step back, holding her hands up in the air. “I didn’t mean to say anything heavy. I was just joking around.” She lets out a small laugh that rings false.
I don’t buy it. A history of hurt is as clear as day in her eyes, and I feel my own heart reaching out to her. Maybe it was that haunted look in her eyes that had switched all of my protective, dominating instincts on in the first place. Maybe I had always known, somehow, that she was a girl who had never been cared for.
Well, I’m here now. I will care for her. I’ll erase all that pain in her eyes with every kiss and every bit of tenderness in my body.
I fold her into my arms, and she takes a deep breath, her small rib cage expanding against my own. I can almost feel our hearts beat against each other.
“I’m really okay,” she mumbles, but she leans into me, her hands gripping the front of my shirt tightly. “I’ve cried so many times in front of you, I think that the well has run dry. You don’t need to worry. Seriously.” She looks up at me imploringly.
I regard her, idly noticing how cute her small nose is with her face tilted upwards like this. I love how petite she is compared to me; I feel like I could almost put her in my pocket. “You don’t need to be crying in order for me to hug you.” To prove my point, I wrap her even more securely in my arms.
“Aren’t you going to make me talk about it?”
I shake my head. “No. Not until you feel like telling me about it. Wh
en that happens, I will be happy to listen.” I run a hand down her back, half out of sympathy and half out of my addiction to touching her body.
“You know,” she says into my shirt, her voice muffled, “this isn’t really how I pictured this whole whips and chains relationship would be. Are you sure you don’t have a dungeon I should be in instead of you hugging me, making me a bubble bath, and showering me with puppies and rainbows?”
I arch an eyebrow. “Puppies and rainbows? I could deliver on the puppy, but the rainbow might be a little out of my hands.”
She elbows my stomach lightly. “It’s a figure of speech.”
I chuckle, taking her by the shoulders so I can create a little distance and look at her more clearly as I speak to her. Oddly, it seems like this bathroom is where we have all of our serious conversations.
“Kyle, just because I like to be in control, to be dominating…that doesn’t mean that I only want those things. I want all of the other things that happen in other relationships. I want to court you. I want to take you out to dinner and go places with you. I want to touch you all the time, and kiss you, and talk to you. I want the puppies and rainbows. In fact, I would be disappointed if we didn’t do those things.”
She stares up at me, her eyes shining with some untold emotion. “All of those things sound really nice.”
I take her chin in my hand, and I lean in and kiss her soft, plush lips thoroughly. “Good. Because we’re going to do all of it.”
“But you’re also going to order me around a lot, and spank me whenever you feel like it,” she adds dryly.
I wink. “Guilty as charged. I’m a control freak, and there is nothing hotter than being in control of you.”
“What if I get tired of being controlled?” Her eyes are sharp as she crosses her arms over her chest again.
I look at her evenly, even when the beast inside of me roars in protest. “If you don’t like it, then we aren’t compatible. We would end things,” I grind out.
“And you would just let me go, just like that?” Her head tilts in challenge.
I sigh, raking a hand through my hair. “Kyle, just because I’m kinky does not mean that I’m some kind of maniac. Of course I would let you go. You are your own woman, with your own body, and who you decide to be in a relationship with is up to you. I might try to talk you out of it because I’m selfish and I enjoy being around you too much, but that’s it. Have I done anything to indicate that I wouldn’t respect your wishes?”
My stomach sours. We had established a safe word, and I had thought everything was consensual, but—
“You have a lot of money,” she interrupts my dark thoughts.
My eyebrows climb so high they are almost to my hairline. “What has that got to do with anything?”
She shrugs. “Rich guys can get away with whatever they want.”
I stare at her. “Kyle. I’m not in the mafia. I run a clean company, that your brother works for, and I like to think that I live an ethically sound life. Just because I have money doesn’t make me a bad person. I would never, ever keep you with me or in this relationship if you didn’t want it. That’s not the kind of control I’m talking about. I’m talking about consensual control—where you submit to my rules, my demands, and my punishments because you think it’s exciting and sexy. Even if you want to date me or sleep with me, it isn’t enough if you don’t get off on being controlled in the way that I get off when I’m controlling you.”
We stare at each other for a charged heartbeat. The soft hum of the bathroom fan runs quietly in the background.
“Do you understand? I would not be happy if you were just putting up with the kinky part because you wanted the rest.” I take her chin in my hand.
Her eyes flit across my face. “I understand.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“Does it turn you on? Being controlled?”
She fidgets by hooking her fingers on the belt loops of her jeans. “I don’t know. I guess. Maybe. I’m not completely sure yet. I liked what we did”—she looks up at me shyly—“earlier. And the other day.”
I run my hands over her shoulders and down her arms. “That’s good. That’s very good. We’ll check in, okay? If you stop liking it, or if it just feels like disrespect to you, then we’ll take a pause. Okay?”
She nods.
“But trust me, Kyle, it isn’t disrespect. I know it might feel like that—like you’re being belittled—but you’re not. Your submission is an honor.”
She nods again, and I breathe out a long sigh of relief. It feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I know that I’ve had a history of screwing up this element of my relationships in the past—the talking part. All the vanilla girls I tried to be with would just think that I was a controlling asshole because I didn’t communicate properly, and all of the hardcore BDSM girls that I dated thought I was too tame because I didn’t have a dungeon and ordered them to eat a good breakfast more often then I turned them over my knee. It’s like I’m Goldilocks, the kinky male version, and I’ve been looking for my porridge that’s not too hot, not too cold, but just right. I snort at the analogy.
“What’s funny?” Kyle pouts.
“Nothing. Now strip.”
She rolls her eyes. “I don’t want to. Why don’t I help you cook?”
I cross my arms. “I seem to recall that your bottom is already pretty red from your earlier punishment. Do you want to test me now by adding more spanks?”
She opens her mouth, indignation written across her face, but then seems to reconsider and closes it. “This is hard for me,” she grinds out.
“I know, baby. It will take a while. And until you’ve learned, I’ll spank you every time you need a correction.”
She flushes, and I see her nipples harden underneath her thin T-shirt. She’s not wearing a bra. Fuck yes, I think, this is turning her on.
“Rule number one. No eye rolling.”
She rolls her eyes.
I narrow mine.
So that’s how it’s going to be, huh? My pet wants to test limits already? Without missing a beat, I take her by the arms and lead her over to the toilet, where I sit down on the closed lid. I drag her over my lap and rip down her pants and thong.
“Hey!” she shouts, her legs kicking.
I pin her legs with one of my own, my hand immobilizing her torso by holding the scruff of her neck. “Safeword?” My voice is pure steel. She needs to know that I’m not kidding around, but I also need to check in to know whether or not she’s truly okay with this.
“Red,” she breathes, resigned.
“I’m giving you ten. You don’t need to count.” I rub a hand over her ass, which is already crimson and puffy from earlier. I know it’s going to hurt.
I deliver them hard and fast, and by the end she is cursing. I don’t even give her a break and immediately set her on her feet when it’s over. I briskly strip off her T-shirt and crouch down to help her out of the pants pooled around her ankles.
“Step-out,” I order gruffly, and she does.
Now she stands before me totally naked, her eyes glassy from punishment, and my dick becomes so hard I think I might come just by looking at her. I want to fuck her, but she needs to learn that sex doesn’t always follow bad behavior.
“In the tub. Now.”
The punishment spanking must have been effective, because she doesn’t hesitate as she steps into the tub. She begins to lower down, but rises up with a sharp hiss as the place where her ass meets her thighs touches the hot water. It stings her freshly punished skin.
“I can’t,” she moans.
“Yes, you can. Once you’re in the water it will feel better.” I put my hands on her shoulders and apply gentle pressure. She allows me to guide her, and she grunts in pain as her ass is submerged by the heated bathwater.
“Fuck, that hurts,” she swears, relaxing back into the tub.
“I know.” I get on my knees next to her and pour som
e bath oil into my palm. “It’s supposed to. Now, some other rules. No disrespecting me.”
She pouts, but her expression quickly melts into an expression of pleasure as I begin to knead her shoulders with my oiled hands. Delicate scents of jasmine and rose fill the air.
“Rule two: I expect you to always be completely honest with me.”
She nods, her eyes wide.
“Rule three. Unless you have a valid reason, you have to obey me immediately and without question.”
She bites her lip, and I can see by the way her neck and face flush that she’s turned on by this rule. Good.
“Rule four. You will be gracious and polite to everyone.”
She shifts towards me in the tub, and water sloshes up the sides. “What? That’s not fair.”
“Oh? Can you think of a good reason not to be polite to someone?”
“Maybe they don’t deserve it.”
My hands still on her shoulders. “That doesn’t matter, pet. Only a brat is rude to people. Is that what you are?”
She sighs dramatically, playing with the floating ends of her hair. “So what if I am? Maybe I’m not the girl you’re looking for.”
“Oh yes, you are,” I reach into the water and tweak one of her nipples, and she whimpers, startled. “I know you have trouble controlling yourself. That’s what the rules and punishments are for. To help you behave.” I give her nipple another sharp pinch, and she gasps, bringing her hand up to mine to stop me.
“Hands down,” I order, and she obeys, her eyes fiery as they regard me.
“Rule five. You will look after yourself, even when I am not with you. That means you will sleep well, eat well, be hygienic, and exercise.” I continue to tease her nipple.
“Are you serious? I haven’t exercised in like two years,” she groans, her voice breathy from my ministrations.
“Too bad. Rule six. You can never come without my permission, and you can’t touch yourself without my permission.”
Her mouth drops open. “What about all that talk about this being my body?”
I smirk. “Not while you are in a relationship with me. While you are with me, these are my lips”—I trace a finger over her pouty mouth—“my tits”—I squeeze both of her submerged nipples hard, and she gasps—“my pussy”—I reach into the water and cup her pussy fully—“and my ass.” To make the last point I reach a little further to tap my index finger against her bottom hole, and she shifts away from me quickly, closing her thighs reflexively.
