Finally His

by Doris O'Connor

  “Oh very nice, girl. I’m pleased to see you followed my instructions.” The warm approval in Sir’s voice washed over and further quieted her mind. This was what she needed, to let herself slip into that quiet state of waiting for Sir’s instructions, to know that nothing else mattered but pleasing him. There was the sound of him putting something down on the side of the bed, and she was desperate to turn her head and see what it was. The clinking almost sounded like ice. Before she could fully process the delicious implications of that, his polished shoes appeared in her vision.

  “Up you get, little one.”

  She slowly rose, teetering somewhat in her heels and he grasped her around the waist to steady her. Her throat went dry when she realized that he had taken his shirt off, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his sculpted torso.

  “The way you look at me is great for my ego, my sweet.” His amused voice meant she, too, smiled. Soft silk touched her cheek, and in the next instant her world went dark as Sir slipped a blindfold over her head.

  “As much as I love you looking at me like that, it’s time for you to let go and just feel. The blindfold will help that. Color?”

  “Green, Sir.”

  She grimaced at the breathy quality of her voice, and his soft laughter washed over, as his hands skimmed over her shoulders, until they came to rest on her shoulder blades.

  “Good girl. I love how soft your skin is back here, and I need to see it all.” He lifted her hair out of the way and a soft kiss to her neck later, he tugged the zipper of her dress down.

  Cool air skittered over her exposed skin as the fabric slowly slid down her body until it pooled by her feet.

  “Such a beautiful sight.” His reverent words made her feel beautiful, and she gasped when he unclasped her bra, slid the straps down her shoulders, and brought his hands around to cup her heavy mounds. He lifted them as though to test their weight, while he rubbed his jaw along the sensitive skin of her neck, making her shiver anew.

  When he rolled her nipple between his fingers, she whimpered in need, and Sir ground his heavy erection into her ass. His belt buckle grazed the tender flesh, adding another dimension to the sensation overload bombarding her right now.

  “You have the perfect body, little one. Breasts a man could drown in.” He squeezed said objects and skimmed his hands to her waist and over her hips. “Hips to hold onto when I fuck you.” He chuckled at her groan in answer, and another gush of moisture left her pussy lips as he splayed his large hand over her belly, and pulled her snug against him.

  “Soft flesh to cushion me, and a ripe cunt to feast on.” He slid one of his legs between hers, while he slipped two fingers into her waiting body.

  “Sir, please.”

  Jolie almost didn’t recognize that needy plea coming from her lips, but robbed of her vision, every touch of his hands on her overheated skin, every murmured word, every rustle of fabric and hot exhale skittering over her flesh turned her on more.

  She swayed when he stepped away from her, feeling bereft without his body heat surrounding her.

  As though he knew, his voice grounded her anew.

  “I’m here. Give me your hands, little one. That’s a good girl. I’m going to restrain you now. Use your safe words if you have to, but I promise you nothing but pleasure from here on in, okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her breath hitched when she felt the supple leather of the cuffs tightening around her wrists. He clipped them together and then led her across the room. When her thighs made contact with soft fabric and her belly touched wood, she realized that he must have taken her across to his bed. Sure enough he raised her arms above her head, and secured them with a decisive click. Her arousal kicked up another notch when he also kicked her legs apart. Another set of cuffs—around her ankles this time—and some tugging later she couldn’t move.

  “Beautiful, and all mine for the taking. That’s a spreader bar between your legs, my sweet. Now, just relax, while I prepare a few things.”

  Jolie tilted her head, anticipation making her mouth dry. That clink was back, and in the next instant she jumped as much as she was able to when something cold touched first one nipple and then the other. It made the little buds harden further, while freezing cold drips of moisture trickled down her ribcage.

  He repeated the action causing more ice to slide down her skin and into her pussy folds. Jolie groaned when he followed that trail with his hot tongue. Adding his teeth into the play, he tortured her flesh with multi sensations of heat, cold, pain, and pleasure, until she was nothing more than a mass of fevered awareness.

  “So fucking beautiful. Let’s see what you’ll make of this, my sweet girl.”

  Jolie shrieked as a cascade of cold bubbly liquid erupted over her breasts and flowed down her body. The sweet, fruity flavor of champagne registered, as her skin shook under the tickling sensation as the bubbles made contact with her pussy.

  Richard caught that shriek in his mouth while he transferred the fizz from his mouth to hers. She gratefully swallowed the refreshment and tangled her tongue with his in a kiss she never wanted to end, while Sir ran his hands all over her body. She shrieked in surprise when he pushed what had to be another ice cube into her overheated pussy. Before she had time to process the shocking coldness invading her body, he repeated the action with her butt, while sucking her clit into his mouth.

  Everything clenched in need when he pushed that ice into her ass, while holding her hips steady and licking up and down her slit. His hot tongue on her cold flesh, mixed with the leftover bubbles from the champagne pitched her into sensation overload, and Jolie jerked in her restraints and shuddered against his talented mouth, as he took her right to the edge.

  Every time she was close to going over, he withdrew, and started the whole ice cube torture all over again, until Jolie didn’t even know what was coming out of her mouth anymore.

  Pain, pleasure, all morphed into one, as ice followed warmth, and then the sharp bite of his teeth, as he bit down and left his mark. Higher and tighter those circles of need wound themselves around her, while Sir didn’t leave one bit of skin untouched. Every part of her was fire and ice, the shocking coldness inside of her melting away with every clench of her internal muscles, every lick of his tongue along her flesh, every husky word of praise, as he kept her dancing on the edge.

  When he stepped away and took her blindfold off Jolie didn’t dare breathe when she looked into his eyes.

  “You have no idea how beautiful you are, little one. Tell me, how badly do you want to come right now?”

  “Please, Sir.” He smirked and stepped back further, taking himself in hand. Every slow measured pump of his large hand over his engorged staff made her pussy clench and more moisture left her body.

  “It’s such a fucking turn-on to see you all trussed, up, your holes weeping for my cock. Which one shall I claim first? That delightfully tight cunt, or your sweet ass? Tell me, baby.”

  The unexpected endearment made her blink, and she couldn’t form any words at all while she watched him roll a condom on his impressive length.

  Sir smirked, even as the tightness around his eyes and the way his chest rose and fell with his heavy breaths told their own story. He wanted her as much as she needed him to fuck her right now, and Jolie somehow forced the words out of her parched throat.

  “Please, either, both, I don’t care. Please, just…”

  She groaned when he came closer and kissed her. He stepped around her, and rubbed his huge cock against her ass.

  “Ask me for my cock and tell me where you want it girl.”

  “Oh God, please…” Heat rose in Jolie’s cheeks. “Please don’t make me say it, Sir.”

  She wailed when he withdrew taking his heat with him.

  “Oh no, you have to say it. Say, ‘please fuck me, Sir’.”

  Jolie bit her lip and twisting her head round implored him with her eyes, but Sir shook his head and waited.

  “Please, Sir, fuck me.”
/>   His answering smile lit up his face and made her heart trip over in her chest.

  “Good girl, and which hole shall I fill, sweet thing?” He stepped closer and taking his shaft in hand, rubbed the sheathed tip along her pussy lips. Jolie groaned and yanked at her restraints again in a futile attempt, as she stuck her butt out and against him as much as she could.

  His laughter skittered across her exposed skin, and she jumped when he bumped her clit with his dick. Not enough to get her over, just enough to ramp her arousal up to new heights and to make her whimper and plead.

  “Please, take me. Fuck me with your cock, Sir.”

  A bite to her shoulder was her reward, and in the next instant he pushed into her pussy. Sir was large, and ready as she was sensitive tissues still protested as he forced her walls apart with his staff. He swore into her neck, and pulled out slightly, only to press back in.

  “So fucking tight. Relax, little one, and let me in. That’s it. Fuck yeah, breathe and, fuck.”

  Sweat broke out on her skin, and a strange keening sound came from her, as Sir slowly bottomed out inside of her.

  “So fucking good. Tell me this is good for you too, baby.” There he went again with an endearment she could so easily read more into if she let herself, and then he started to thrust and all conscious thought left her. The feel of him stretching her, taking her, making her his, as he fucked her against the wooden pillar, every move crashing her into the wood, was too much, and it wasn’t enough.

  “Talk to me, girl.”

  His harsh, guttural command in her ear, made the words spill from her mouth. Filthy dirty words that she would never have thought she would use, but oh my God, he was stretching her so good, used her so well.

  Her whispered filth seemed to spur him on, because Sir swore and upped the pace, slamming into her in an animalistic coupling that took her breath away. His fingers dug into her hips with so much force she would carry bruises in the morning, not that Jolie could care about that right now. No, nothing mattered but the sheer thrilling ecstasy Sir’s actions wrung from her body. The bed shook and her breasts jiggled like crazy things while the wet sounds of their coupling added an acoustic stimulant that should have embarrassed her, yet didn’t. The squelching sounds her pussy made, as Sir withdrew only to slam back into her, were an auditory orgasm in itself coupled with his grunts in her ear. When he changed the angle of his thrusts, slapped her mound with one hand, and growled his command for her to come, Jolie tumbled head over heels into the abyss of pleasure so deep she saw stars. Sir swore behind her, and pulled out leaving her feel empty inside. The sensation of cool lube running down between her ass cheeks barely registered as her body shook in aftershocks. Two lubed fingers entered her back passage briefly, stretching, preparing her, and then there was the blunt, heavy pressure of Sir’s cock as he breached her tiny hole.

  Jolie screamed in pain or pleasure, she wasn’t quite sure which, as the burn started, only to be replaced by an incredible fullness. Her just waning orgasm flared anew, as Sir bottomed out in her ass. One hand on her hips, the other manipulating her clit he started to thrust again, and another series of orgasms rocked Jolie’s system, as Sir stiffened behind her and came with a hoarse shout.

  “Fuck, yeah, you’re mine now. So fucking good, little one.”

  Chapter Six

  Richard slowly came to his senses as his breathing returned to normal, and holding onto the condom with one hand, carefully withdrew from the tight clasp of her body. Jolie winced as he pulled out fully, and he dropped a kiss on her perspiration soaked shoulder as he tied off the protection, and threw it on the floor for now.

  “I’m sorry, babe, give me a minute and I’ll get you out of these, and into a bath. We made a bit of a mess.”

  A tiny giggle was his only response, and he stepped back to assess the damage. A bit of a mess was the understatement of the year. His housekeeper would read him the riot act for the champagne stain on his carpet. It had been worth it, though, because Jolie looked fucking hot, still all trussed up next to his bed, wearing only her heels. The flame colored mass of her hair hid her facial expression, and when he lifted the strands away, he wasn’t entirely surprised to find her staring into space. He kissed her nose, and she struggled to focus on him.

  “There you are. Did you hear anything of what I just said?”

  “Mmmm … what?”

  Richard cupped her face and smiled.

  “I thought as much. Let’s get you out of these, and then I’ll run us a bath. I think we need one.” A sleepy smile was his reward this time, and he made short work of releasing her out of his restraints. She sagged against him and murmured an apology when he picked her up and carried her across to the bathroom.

  Richard tightened his hold on her, as he shouldered the door open, and shook his head at her when she protested.

  “You’re not too heavy, little one, now stop that nonsense, or I shall be forced to pummel your behind a few more times until you see sense.”

  Affection swamped him when she shook her head and bit her lip.

  “No, please, I’ll be good, Sir.”

  “Glad to hear it,” he said and slowly slid her down his body. Naturally, his cock took the sensuous slide of her soft curves along his body as an invitation and began to harden anew. Her eyes widened when she noticed, and Richard bit back a laugh.

  “Ignore him. He seems incapable of behaving himself around you, and I dare say you’re not up for a repeat performance just yet. I was a bit hard on you. Here.” He bent to flip the toilet seat down and threw one of the fluffy bath towels on top of it. “Sit down a sec, while I get these shoes off of you.”

  Jolie dutifully complied, and the wince she didn’t even seem aware of making made him feel the worst cad ever.

  “I’m sorry if I hurt you. I’m not normally that rough, or full on with my subs.”

  Her face fell, and he instantly cursed himself.

  “Fuck, that came out wrong. I don’t mean to throw you into the same category as the other subs I’ve been with. You’re certainly not.”

  He stopped talking when she put her finger over his mouth and gave him a tired smile.

  “It’s okay, Sir. You don’t have to explain yourself. I know what this is, and you weren’t too rough. I loved what we did, Sir.”

  That endearing blush stole across her features again, and her inherent shyness made him fall in love with her a little bit more.

  That thought hit him in the gut and winded him. He’d been in lust with her forever, that was for damn sure, but love? Still, a sense of calm came over him at the acknowledgement of his true feelings. He had never been in love before, but he was pretty sure the lust coursing through his system, coupled with the need to protect, coddle, and possess her had to be love.

  It made her tired resignation hard to take, but now was not the time to press her on what she meant by that statement. His girl was clearly exhausted, and he needed to get her clean and into his bed, so that she could rest. Besides, they both had work in the morning, and he had an appointment with HR first thing, to get a few things straight.

  With that in mind he rushed through taking her shoes off, and proceeded to run her a bath. Once the water was warm enough, he picked her up again and sat down with her in his arms. With her settled comfortably against his chest and between his legs, he picked up the sponge and proceeded to wash her down. It was beyond tempting to string this out, as her head fell back on his shoulder and she leaned against him, especially when he ran the sponge over her breasts, and lower toward her pussy.

  Beautifully responsive as she was her breathing sped up, and her hips rose into his hand as he washed away the evidence of their coupling with a certain amount of regret.

  By the time he was done he was rock hard again, but one look at her face when he got out of the bath first robbed him of any amorous ideas. Eyes closed, head resting on the edge of the bath now, his girl looked utterly done in.

  Having dried off and wrapped a
towel ‘round his midriff, he gently shook her shoulders, and when her green eyes connected with his, the force of his feelings for this girl took his breath away.

  “Hey there, sleepyhead. Let’s get you into bed, shall we?”

  With his help she stepped out of the bath and once he’d got her dried off, and under the covers, she fell asleep almost immediately. Richard hummed to himself as he did his best to tidy up a bit and having brushed his teeth, making sure to leave a new toothbrush by the sink for his girl, should she wake up and want to freshen up, he dropped the towel, and joined her in bed.

  A small sigh escaped her when he cuddled up against her. He spooned around her, one of his hands draped possessively on her breasts, and he too fell into the deep sleep only fantastic sex could give you.

  ****

  Jolie woke up with something hard digging into her ass cheeks, and she bit back a giggle when it dawned on her what that was. On the heels of that giggle came the realization that it was morning and she was in her boss’s bed, having spent the night there, no doubt drooling all over the Egyptian cotton pillow case. She blew out a breath, and mortification heated her cheeks. Great, morning breath to boot. Dust motes danced in the patch of sunlight flooding into the room, and they made her feel slightly better. At least the dust didn’t care how expensive the furniture was it settled on.

  Richard had a firm grip on her right breast, and a pang went through her at the sight of his large, tanned hand against her pale flesh. The temptation to simply lie back and keep enjoying this moment was strong, but the urgent demands of her bladder were much more paramount.

  Somehow she managed to extricate herself out from under him, and her breath caught in her throat when she looked back at him. He looked younger, less forbidden in his sleep, yet somehow even more masculine. His morning scruff made him look even sexier, and she drank her fill of his model like physique. Richard Tomlin clearly worked out, because there wasn’t an ounce of fat anywhere on his body. Her pussy clenched in remembered pleasure when her gaze fell on the way he was tenting the sheet. It might only be his morning wood, but it made her want to climb him like a tree and wake him up that way. Not that she had the right to do that, and he would no doubt not appreciate her taking control like that, but lord, it was tempting.