Okay. I can see how this could be fun.
Soon, I felt like I was getting the hang of it. You might even go as far as to say I was a natural when it came to sucking dick. In any other context, I was fairly sure that would be an insult. In this case, I was happy to embrace my hidden talent.
Landon started to breathe heavier, and I felt the first real pulse of power.
I had all six feet plus of him and all his complex emotions and broodiness at my mercy. Each little flick of my tongue was practically a joystick I could use to drive him where I wanted. The feeling of having him at my mercy like this could get addicting, even if I was fairly sure it wasn’t the takeaway I was supposed to get as his submissive.
My pace naturally increased as my own arousal got tied up in the act. At first, I’d been blindly trying to figure out what to do. Once I got the basics down and sensed his enjoyment, it became hot as hell for me, too.
I was tempted to put my hand between my legs to ease the growing need there, but I also didn’t want to disobey. I was supposed to do what he told me, and right now, he’d told me to suck his cock.
“Fuck,” he said, pulling back. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought it was because he was about to come, except he wasn’t ready to spend his pleasure yet.
I sat up, wiping the corner of my mouth with a finger. I saw him watching, so I decided to be a tease and I sucked my finger clean. Except, I realized, it was kind of counterproductive since it was my own saliva I’d just wiped from my finger, which I’d cleaned by coating it in more saliva. Either way, Landon seemed to enjoy it.
“I thought I wanted your submission all the way. But I don’t want our first time to be tangled up with any of that. I want you. Just you,” he said, stepping closer and cupping my face.
“You mean like I’m allowed to say stupid, sarcastic things again?”
He grinned faintly. “Whatever makes you happy.”
“Then can I just say that you didn’t extinguish that candle before you set it down, and I’ve been pretty nervous we’re going to end up burning the place down. Also, you—”
He pressed a finger to my lips. “I’m not saying this as your dom. But I do think it’s worth mentioning that it will be easier to fuck you if you’re not talking.”
I raised an eyebrow, then motioned like I was zipping my lips.
He got on the bed, advancing toward me so that I scooted back until my head was on the pillow.
“Green,” I said.
“What?” he asked.
“Well, we had yellow and red. I figured I could just go on the whole traffic light theme and say ‘green.’ You know, like, let’s do this thing. Bow chicka bo—”
Landon shut me up with a kiss, which I wasn’t going to complain about.
I pulled back for a second. “Is it weird to kiss after I was, you know?”
“Can I change my mind about the whole submissive thing?” he asked.
I smirked. “Sorry. I just had to be quiet the whole time coming in here and it builds up.”
Landon started kissing me again. As much as I wanted the whole experience, I thought I could’ve lived in this exact moment forever. His hard body was warm against mine, pumping slightly so that I could feel his length pressing between my legs, even if it wasn’t inside yet. He was so big in every way. It felt like I could’ve survived a hurricane if I just held onto his broad back tightly enough—if I didn’t break away from the kiss.
After a few minutes, he angled his hips so that I felt the head of his cock start to press against me. I was so wet that it only took a few gentle thrusts for it to slide inside.
I gasped, squeezing his back so hard I was afraid I might hurt him, but I couldn’t manage to make myself let go.
Even though it wasn’t really my first time, it felt like an entirely new experience. Every nerve in my body lit up when he was inside me. Maybe it was like he said—the little bursts of pain from the hot wax and the riding crop had somehow intensified the pleasure I felt now.
But I didn’t think that was it. I thought it was more that I had gradually come to understand the pain Landon felt. I understood how his father had replaced him with my sisters and I—how he’d been left to handle the burden of his sick mother and how Grandpa Willy had tried to make him feel guilty for that. Most importantly, I understood how much he must really have cared for me to set all the anger aside and share a moment like this with me.
I squeezed my eyes shut and arched my back. I wrapped my legs around him and opening up my legs let him drive himself even deeper inside me. A low, hungry moan spilled from my lips. I didn’t know how badly I’d wanted to be filled by him until now, but God. It felt like heaven.
I didn’t know how long it was before my body started to shake and an orgasm ripped through me. It felt like every drop of energy I had poured itself into the moment, making white lights flash in my eyes and rippling warmth run across my skin.
I almost didn’t realize Landon had pulled himself out of me. He let his cock rest on my pelvis as it twitched several times, covering my belly in his warm come. I lifted my head to look. Landon’s face was a mask of pleasure and his throbbing cock was still laying on my skin, glistening. I could hardly believe I’d just done that. With him. Here. That it had felt so good. I still hadn’t even come completely to terms with the fact that I’d forgiven him.
All I knew was that I was so, so, incredibly happy it had led me to this moment.
“Would this be a bad time to tell you I’m allergic to sperm?” I asked.
Landon took a moment to register what I said, then he practically jumped off the bed and ducked down to look for something. I wondered how long I should let it go before telling him I was kidding and decided he did say I was off the hook as his submissive for tonight. Maybe he’d regret that by the time I was done.
He returned with tissues and some sort of hand sanitizer, which he started vigorously using to clean me off.
He stopped when he saw the grin on my face. “Wait,” he said. “Did you make that up?”
“No comment.”
Landon ended up in bed beside me. I was glad that he decided to stay completely naked. Under the silky covers and heavy comforter of the bed, I still couldn’t get enough of the warmth of his bare skin against mine.
“Does this mean I’m your girlfriend now?”
Landon smirked. “Call it whatever you want. All I know is I’m not letting you go after that.”
I gave him a thoughtful look. “Literally, or figuratively? Because I wasn’t kidding at the aquarium when I said I have a small bladder. I’m currently waging war with my desire to not ever move from this spot and the need to go pee. Also, I’ve read that you’re supposed to pee right after you do it. Less risk of a UTI.”
Landon was watching me with a funny expression.
“What?” I asked.
“It’s cute when you say do it, like you’re some blushing virgin. Sometimes, you seem surprisingly crude. Then you remind me that there’s this strangely shy, innocent side of you, too. I like it.”
“Wait, blushing virgin. Are you saying I wasn’t good?”
Landon frowned. “Hell, no. That was… It was enough that if you said you never wanted to even think about BDSM again, I wouldn’t care.”
I gave a little shrug. “I don’t know. The whole candle thing was pretty hot. Pun int—”
Landon covered my mouth and rolled his eyes. “Although, I think a ball gag might come in handy from time to time.”
“What’s that? Like… You shove your balls in my mouth and gag me with them? That honestly sounds pretty much a hundred percent unpleasant.”
“Uh, no. It’s a little ball connected to straps. The ball goes in your mouth and the straps tighten around your head so you can’t pull it out. It keeps you from talking.”
I scowled. “You’re saying my constant stream of nervous jokes are a turn off, Landon Collins? Because it’s a package deal. You want access to the goods, then you’ve got to deal wit
h the jokes.”
“That’s an arrangement I could live with.”
I rolled on my side and planted a kiss on his lips. “Are there normal bathrooms in here? Because if you tell me I’m going to have to pee in a chamber pot, that will be the last straw.”
32
Landon
I sat in my small apartment staring at the first real check I’d ever earned from The Golden Pecker. With access to the accounts, I’d known roughly what I would earn as the sole owner of the club. Seeing it in my hands was an entirely different feeling.
Eighty-two thousand dollars and change from two weeks. Even with taxes and overhead taken out, I’d still be looking at roughly eighty thousand dollars of profit in two weeks. It was enough that I could put a deposit down and get mom to see one of the top specialists in the country this week. I could pay for in-home care if she preferred it and keep her away from as many lengthy hospital stays as possible.
My mom came shuffling out in a pair of fuzzy bunny slippers and saw me holding the check. I’d filled her in on mostly everything that had happened, including the fact that Andi and I were now considering ourselves a couple. That particular thought made me crack a bit of a smile. There was an odd sort of pride to having claimed Andi as a girlfriend—and the word claim was highly appropriate. She wasn’t the sort of girl you fell into a relationship with. You had to wrestle her into submission, and even then, it wasn’t a true kind of submission.
Andi wasn’t for the taking. You never truly had her in your grasp. She was still wild, but she was my wild thing. I found that I deeply liked that about her.
My mom cocked her head when she saw me holding the check. “What’s that?”
“First chunk of real money from the club,” I said. “Looks like we might be flying out to California for that proton therapy thing you were talking about.”
She raised an eyebrow. “What about Andi? You’re not going to just leave her here in New York while you shuttle me around the country, are you?”
I waved the check. “With this, I can afford to get her tickets, too. I know she’ll want to be there for you.”
My mom scoffed. “Please. Following your sick mother around for her cancer treatments is hardly the way to celebrate a new relationship. Let me do this first treatment by myself. I’m still perfectly capable of getting around on my own. You two enjoy each other. When it’s time for the next treatment, then I’ll let you start doting all over me again. How does that sound?”
I scowled. “You want me to send you to California by yourself? No. Out of the question.”
She pinched my cheek hard but smiled crookedly. “Just because you’re bigger than me, it doesn’t make you the boss, young man.”
“This is really what you want?”
“Yes. Besides, I can drag your brother along if I decide I need the company. God knows he’s not chasing any girls around.”
I grinned. No. For some reason, the girls chased him. And he growled the majority of them away, too. Sometimes, I wondered what he was waiting for. I’d seen him date before, but he’d never really fallen for anyone.
I pushed my thoughts back to my mom. “Okay. Fine. But I’m going to have someone waiting at the airport for you in California to make sure your ride is arranged, and your luggage is picked up. You’ll be completely taken care of.”
She blew off my words with a wave of her hand and a knowing smile. “I know you will, sweetie. Because you’re a good boy.”
It still amused me to hear her call me a boy. I knew I was far from it, but the way mothers never really stopped seeing their children as babies defied all reason and logic. To her, I was still the wounded little boy who had tried as hard as he could to hold her and my dad together. Ultimately, I’d failed at that. But somehow, finding Andi was the first thing I’d ever done that made me think I could start moving on from my past.
I paid Andi a visit at her friend, Rachel’s, small apartment. I’d waited for her outside the place shortly after we met because Andi was trying to ghost me, but this was my first time coming up to the door. I knocked and waited.
Andi opened the door with a confused look on her face. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, absolutely fine,” I said. “I just wanted to—” I caught a glimpse of the room. It was cluttered with stacks of papers, dirty clothes, and there was even a bra hanging on the radiator. There was even a disgusting, long rodent creeping around on the floor. I thought it might be a possum, but I also wasn’t too sure I knew what they looked like. Andi’s “boss,” Rachel, didn’t seem to notice or care that I was getting a glimpse of all of it. “Wow,” I said.
“I know.” Andi pushed past me and closed the door so we were talking in the hallway. “Rachel is kind of like a mad genius minus the genius part.”
I grinned. “So she’s just crazy?”
Andi thought for a second. “Yes, but no. She’s… driven. But seriously,” she said, punching my chest lightly. “Tell me why you’re here or I’m going to start assuming the worst. Like you caught my gonorrhea or something.”
I grinned. “Funny. But I was actually hoping to ask if you would accompany me tonight. To The Golden Pecker,” I added in a lower tone.
She made a face. “As your submissive, you mean?”
“Yes,” I said. Little by little, I’d been breaking her into my world. It was a slow process, but she seemed to be enjoying it. I knew I was.
“What about your mom? Didn’t you say payday meant you were probably going to be out of town for a while handling her treatments?”
I shrugged. “Mom’s orders. We’re supposed to enjoy each other while she does this one on her own.” I held up a finger when it looked like Andi was going to argue. “And yes, I know. I already tried talking her out of it, but she’s insisting. I’ll make sure she’s fine, though.”
Andi sighed, then toyed with my tie. “I guess if you and your mom want to twist my arm. We can do that. But I promised my sisters I’d take them to somewhere tonight. It’s kind of a surprise, and I’m not telling you because I don’t want you blabbing to them. So tomorrow, instead?”
Now it was my turn to sigh. I’d hardly been a day without her since we slept together. Every time I got a taste of her, it only seemed to make me want it more. She was dangerous, but I was loving every second of it. “Tomorrow, then. And this thing with your sisters. No men are involved, are they?”
“Hmm. Is that jealousy, I’m sensing? Do you really think any guy could compete with you, though? I mean, really. Who else am I going to find that can do that thing you did with the feather?”
I grinned. I had to admit I was a little proud of that particular trick. “You make a good point. And still no contact from Tommy, your little Florida fling?”
She smiled in a way that told me she secretly enjoyed my possessive streak. “Yes, actually. And I told him to hop on the first plane available so he could—”
I growled a little playfully, backing her into the wall and looming over her. “Careful. Get me too jealous and I’ll need to fuck the mischief out of you.”
Andi batted her eyelashes up at me. “And what if your attentions only make me more mischievous?”
I grinned. “Then I’ll enjoy the never-ending challenge that is taming you.”
“My sister said I needed a guy who could tame me once,” Andi said, almost thoughtfully. “Maybe I just needed a guy who was willing to accept he never could.”
I chuckled. “I don’t know about all of that. But I do know you’re mine, no matter how much you might try to frustrate me.”
“Try and succeed,” Andi added.
“So, what did you really tell him. And I’ll know if you’re lying,” I added.
“I told him that I fell in love with the devil, and that he should pray for my soul.”
I laughed. “Did you really?”
She winked, then licked her lips. “Kiss me, and I might consider telling you the truth.”
The door swung open just as our lips me
t. Rachel was glaring with her hands on her hips. “You know these walls are thinner than rice paper, right? I can hear everything. And I’m not paying you to be out here talking dirty to your—” Rachel seemed to look at me for the first time. Her eyes scanned me from head to toe, then she pursed her lips. “This guy is the Landon you’ve been talking about?”
Andi pointed a finger at her warningly. “Don’t say anything weird.”
“I won’t.” She gave me another long look. “I guess I would give BDSM a try for a guy like that, too,” she muttered to herself as she walked back in the apartment.
Andi covered her eyes. “I kind of told her everything. My sisters, too. I mean, I censored out—” she lowered her voice to barely a whisper. “All the really dirty stuff. I didn’t tell her that. I also kind of started writing a BDSM section for the blog, and it’s blowing up. It had a thousand hits yesterday.”
“That’s incredible,” I said, squeezing her hand. “And you can tell Rachel whatever you want,” I said. “I don’t even care if you tell her how unbelievable the blowjobs you give are.”
There was a loud thump and a muffled groan of pain from inside the room. Both seemed to come only inches from the wall we were standing beside.
Andi stifled a laugh.
“So you’re really not going to tell me where you’re taking your sisters?” I asked.
“Nope. It’s super-secret, and if I told you, you’d want to come.”
“Interesting. Well, I’ll just have to find something fun to do on my own, I guess.”
“Without other women, I hope?”
“Oh, there will be women. Tons of them.”
I could tell she was trying to figure out if I was serious, but I decided two could play at that game. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Wainwright.”
33
Andi
Aubria and Bree looked a little disappointed when they saw my grand plan was to take them to an aquarium. Bree perked up a little when I asked for bands to get us into the dolphin encounter. I’d honestly been wanting to do this again ever since coming here with Landon, and I knew my story hadn’t done the place justice.
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