by Shay Violet
“Eyes forward,” he said, circling to the side and then behind me. His words were short, sharp, and clear. No room for questions or misunderstanding.
I nodded and swallowed hard, maintaining the position even as I trembled.
He was behind me now, and I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.
“Tyesha, I can smell you.” I closed my eyes and tried to think back to the last shower I’d taken, what perfume I may or may not have used, if I’d put on deo- “Your cunt.” Oh. My insides clenched around where I so desperately wished his hard cock was right at that moment.
“Does it arouse you, having a man come in your mouth? Having a hard cock in your throat?”
He was right by my ear as he spoke, his body less than an inch from mine, but making no contact with me. Every nerve ending on my body screamed for his touch.
“Only yours,” I said, my voice cracking.
“What?” He asked.
“Only yours,” I said, with more conviction.
“Only my what, Tyesha? What are you talking about?”
Suddenly, from nowhere, his hand crashed onto the right cheek of my ass, making me jump from shock, surprise, and a bit of pain.
“Your cock, Ezra, your cock in my mouth, your dick in my mouth, fucking my mouth it turns me on so much I love it I need it!”
The words tumbled from my mouth all over one another as his hands spanked my ass, alternating sides. I was frantic to give him an answer that pleased him. Actually, I was desperate to please him.
The end of my speaking didn’t signal the end of the spanking. He spanked my ass harder, with an upward motion, his hand sending electric shocks up and down my spine and then he’d leave it there, lift the cheek, spread it, and let it fall. Then to the other side. Lather, rinse, repeat.
I maintained my position, just barely. My mouth hung open, my breathing ragged, yelping with each spank. My ass felt aflame by the time he finished.
Slowly, he walked back around to the front of me, standing eye to eye with me. His palm cupped my soaking sex, dragging his index finger through my wetness. I nearly collapsed at his touch.
“You’re soaking wet, Tyesha,” he said. His middle finger joined the one already inside me, and he pulled them up and toward him, finding my g-spot. I threw my arms around his neck, clutching him to remain upright.
“Oh my God,” I groaned, burying my face in the crevice between his neck and shoulder.
His hand fucked me hard and fast, hitting my spot with every thrust as I melted against him.
The orgasm was going to be massive, and it was going to arrive within seconds.
“Don’t you dare come, Tyesha. Not unless I give you permission.”
He growled the words into my ear. Directly into my soul. He didn’t slow down his assault on my center, if anything he increased the power and speed of his expertly probing fingers.
I shrieked and gritted my teeth as I fought desperately to disassociate, to send my mind anywhere else, somewhere awful, anyplace the opposite of sex and orgasms and pleasure and Ezra. But my spot, my core, the spanking, his fingers, the taste of him still on my tongue, the scent of his aftershave, all of it was battering away at my defenses.
My resistance was a castle made of cardboard trying to stand up to a herd of stampeding elephants.
“Tyesha, you said you wanted to please me,” Ezra said. “It will please me very much if you obey me. I’m not asking much… just for you not to climax. Your pussy belongs to me. I decide when it gets to come. Isn’t that right?”
He reached behind me and took a great handful of my freshly spanked ass, his hand stinging as he held me fast, so I could squirm away from the relentless hand working my spot.
“Look at me, Tyesha,” he said, his voice softening ever-so-slightly. “Are you a good girl? Are you my good girl?”
My eyes were glazed with arousal and frustration, my conscious mind detached from my body, bobbing in the raging storm of conflicting sensations and commands swirling in my psyche.
I looked back into his eyes as best I could manage. “I w-want to be y-your best g-good girl yes yes yes please!” The last three words were barely coherent, the orgasm smashing through the last of my hastily constructed defenses.
“Come for me, good girl,” he said, and he moved the hand on my ass to the back of my head, pulling me against him for a deep, intense kiss.
I screamed into his mouth as he buried his fingers inside and rubbed my spot aggressively, making circles with his fingers even as the heel of his hand mashed against my clit.
My entire body shook as if I’d just fallen through the ice into an Arctic lake. His hand withdrew and cupped my sex, holding it clenched and quivered. He caught me beneath my ass as my legs gave way, and he scooped me up into his arms.
The aftershocks were as strong as any “regular” orgasm I was used to, and I pressed against him, trying to stop the shaking and needing him to make me safe, to protect me from a climax so furious it scared me.
He carried me over to the plush sectional, setting me down as if I weighed no more than a pillow.
Gently, he rolled me onto my back, and he took up a position between my legs. Softly, he kissed my inner thighs. I writhed; my body still hyper-sensitive from the orgasm he’d just given me.
As his mouth approached my molten pussy, I reached down to block him. I needed time to recover. He couldn’t possibly touch me there. Certainly, couldn’t lick me.
“Ezra, baby, it’s so sensitive, I can’t, not yet, I-” I begged and moaned. His only acknowledgement of my suffering was to capture my wrists in his powerful hands and to firmly push them to my sides. My legs reflexively tried to close, but he was already there. Nothing was going to keep him from my pussy.
He kissed all around my opening, slowly, reverently. “Who does this,” to emphasize the word “this,” he kissed me directly on my pussy, an open-mouthed kiss that involved his tongue swirling into me. My back arched, and I whimpered. “Belong to?”
I gurgled something unintelligible as he licked me again.
“It’s mine, isn’t it, Tyesha? I can lick it,” he licked me again, “or fuck it, or make it come anytime I want to, can’t I?” I wanted to answer, to scream “Yes!” to promise and pledge and agree to anything he asked. But all I could do was moan like a whore while my eyes rolled back in my head. “This pussy was created to give me pleasure. It was made just for me. Just for my cock. Isn’t that so?”
He began eating my pussy in earnest, capturing my clit between his lips and bathing it with his tongue.
The orgasms ripped through me, and only because of his strength holding me in place did we not both wind up on the floor or out on his porch or wherever else every muscle in my spasming body was trying to send us.
By the time the seizure-like climaxes finally ended, and I became aware of my surroundings again, I found Ezra softly kissing my collarbone and my face, my cheekbones, my forehead, and finally my lips. It was slow and sweet, and it wasn’t until I felt him slide inside me that I realized he was as naked as I was.
He made love to me, his fingertips tracing my hips and up along my ribcage and the contours of my face as he pushed all the way inside me and stayed there, his big dick throbbing with very beat of his heart.
When he withdrew, it was slowly enough to be measured by a sundial. Our bodies were one, arms, legs, and tongues tangled together, sweat mingling between us.
“Can you come for me one last time, sweet girl?” he asked me in a whisper as he increased his pace.
“I… yes, I want to… I want to come for you… I want you to come, Ezra… I need to feel you come…”
“Look right into my eyes while we come,” he commanded. “Focus on me. Come when I come.”
I nodded hard. Impossibly, my tender, battered pussy was ready to rally once again and give itself to this amazing man who’d made it do and feel things I’d never imagined.
He quickened his thrusts and his breath caught in his throa
t to signal me that his climax was imminent. His hands cradled my head as he flushed with desire and emptied himself into me. The flash of helpless ecstasy in his eye lit my fuse, and every part of me clutched and clenched at him, joining him in his primal bliss.
The orgasm we shared was life-changing, our souls blended into something new, something stronger and deeper than either of us could be on our own. We kissed deeply, and his strong arms pulled me close, his dick still twitching and pulsing inside me minutes later.
When we finally regained our senses, we giggled together, our bodies lacking any other means of communication. We’d shed any and every vestige of civilization, left whatever we were before we started fucking behind and basked in our shared rapture. Never again would I even consider for a moment leaving this magnificent man.
12
Epilogue
Eight months later, right before Christmas, we got married.
So, in the end, I not only WON the New Year’s Resolution bet (although Paris says it doesn’t count since I married my boss, which she sees as being an unfair advantage and loophole) but I also gained a life partner.
Ezra Brannigan is my husband and the greatest love of my life.
How do I know this? Because he gave up everything for me.
Well. Not everything. We’re still rich as hell. I’m a billionaire’s wife, and being that he’s worth six billion, that shouldn’t change in any lifetime soon.
Ezra stepped down as CEO of his family’s company. He put his brother in charge, which surprised the entire world, to say the least.
“It’s your turn,” he told me the morning of the press conference where he announced his plans. “I want to be focused on you and your empire now.”
I cried, of course. They were happy tears. How was this man even real?
We moved to New York City, and I started my work and my career with the UN. I have big dreams and big goals and my husband, Ezra Brannigan is right alongside me for the ride.
* * *
The night he announced his retirement, we found ourselves in the Hamptons again.
Alone.
“The rule for this weekend,” he said as he slid the spaghetti straps of my little black dress down over my shoulders, kissing each one as he did. “Nudity. No clothes allowed. Boss’s orders.”
“Mr. Brannigan, you’re so very bad,” I grinned turning to face him. It never amazes me how small I am next to him, how small and helpless he makes me feel, but in the best way. It makes me need him more, knowing only he can protect me — only he can love me.
I let my dress drop to the floor, so he could see that nothing had been underneath it.
His eyes were wide now.
“You mean you had no panties on all night?” he asked as he kneeled in front of me, his hands on my hips. “What are you trying to do to me, Tyesha?”
“Love you,” I replied. I threw my head back and moaned as he put his mouth on me, his tongue flicking against my clit, alternating between sucking it and teasing it. “Baby, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”
“That’s the idea,” he said and went back in for more.
My husband loves to go down on me every chance he gets. Seriously. It’s his favorite thing in the world. He’s like the unicorn of all unicorns.
His hands were kneading my ass cheeks again, and he was so vigorous in his pussy-eating that he was practically lifting me off our marble floors with his eagerness.
“Baby,” I begged. “Take me to our room. I want you, Daddy. So bad.”
“Whatever you say, sweet girl,” he replied, lifting me off the ground and cradling me in his arms. “I hope you’re ready for what I want from you.”
* * *
We made love that night just like we’d done every single night since he’d asked me to marry him. Most days it was more than once. Half the reason the man had to retire was his addiction to me — we couldn’t get enough of the other. It was a problem.
There was nothing I wouldn’t let him do to my body. He worshipped me, like a goddess, and I never tired of it.
That said, we’d hardly been careful.
Which was why I had a surprise for him tonight? One that would blow everything else that had happened out of the water.
* * *
By midnight he’d finally come inside me again, and as usual, we’d laid in bed together afterwards, me in his arms, content and fulfilled in a way we’d hardly gotten used to.
How was happiness like this possible?
“I love you,” he whispered into the darkness of our master suite. “My wife. I love you, Tyesha Brannigan.”
I rolled on top of him, so we were face to face. He kissed me softly and touched my face. “As sexy as you are, I’m not sure I can perform again. I’ve fucked you three times today if you count the phenomenal cock sucking you did in the limo this morning on the way to the press conference.”
I laughed. I’d forgotten about that. He’d been so tense in the car, so I’d unzipped his Tom Ford slacks to suck him off. I knew it would relax him and it made me feel dirty to have his cum in my mouth. The thought of it had me aroused again.
“No, baby,” I said smiling. “I have another surprise for you.”
He looked at me, puzzled as I stood up from the bed, wrapping a 1500 thread count Egyptian cotton sheet around my naked body. The moonlight steamed in and bathed me in a blue light as I sauntered across the floor to our master bathroom.
“You’re tempting me again,” he called to me. “You remind me of that night in Cairo wrapped up in that sheet in the moonlight. God damn, girl. Come back to Daddy right now.”
I was in the bathroom for only a second, but his choice of words made me giggle to myself.
“Funny you should mention the word Daddy,” I said as I walked back to the bed, a small plastic item in my hand.
He sat up now, and his eyes were wider than I’d ever seen them.
“Tyesha,” he said. “What's in your hand?”
I handed the device to him and he stared at the test and the two pink lines on it.
“Baby…” he said, and I waited for more, my heart pounding in my chest.
“I’m pregnant,” I said, suddenly unsure of what he’d think. Maybe he’d be upset. We were newly married after all, and I was about to start my new career.
But still. As soon as I’d found out, I’d wept with joy.
Our love had made a baby. A human. The love of our lives.
He placed the test down on the nightstand and turned to me.
“I thought I couldn’t be happier than I was two minutes ago,” he said. “But, as usual, you’ve upped the ante.”
He grabbed my naked waist and pulled me to him, both of us laughing as we kissed and held each other, not believing what was possible.
He gently touched my lower stomach, and I placed my hand over his.
“How far along?” he asked.
“Only six weeks. I mean, I just found out today. It’s early…”
We laid like that a long time, his hand on my torso and my hand on his.
“I get to be the father of your baby,” he whispered into my hair. “I can’t wait. I’m going to spoil the shit out of both of you.”
I smiled and tousled his hair. “You already do.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, Tyesha,” he said, wrapping his arms around me. As my thigh brushed against him, I could feel he was hard again.
“Baby!” I squealed, unbelieving. “You’re insatiable!”
“Well, with a body like yours how can I not be,” he said as he rolled on top of me, kneeing my legs apart, commanding my body to be his again. “I’m gonna fill you with babies. And they’re going to change the world. And then I’m going to watch them grow up and grow very old with you and love you until the day I die.”
He was inside me again, but gentle now, slowly thrusting in and out of me, kissing me and then sucking my nipples, my aching nipples that were preparing for this new life that he and I had made with our
love.
That was the best night of my life.
That’s how it had become with my husband, Ezra Brannigan.
Every night was better than the last.
* * *
Eight months later we had our daughter, Annaliese— after my sister, of course.
She is the light of our life. Winston, adores her too. Ever since we started having babies, he visits a lot more, something I know makes Ezra very happy.
It makes me happy too. Winston has felt like a son to me for a long time.
And because my husband can’t keep his damn hands off his wife, less than a year after Annaliese we had her sister, Chantelle.
She looks exactly like me, it’s kind of crazy.
Babies didn’t stop me from making my mark on the world. Thank God for breast pumps and nannies, that’s all I can say.
I will love Ezra Brannigan until all my days are numbered.
And beyond that too.
If I know anything, it’s that my husband would track me down through every lifetime and beyond.
He’s not just a billionaire. He’s a King.
And I, Tyesha Brannigan, will be his forever Queen.
For always.
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