by AJ Alexander
A big smile covers my face, typically I’m a fuck up, but just this small thing has made this amazing woman want me. Making her happy with something so small stirs feelings inside me I didn’t know where there. I feel as if nothing in the world matters but making her smile.
Her mouth quickly engulfs my dick, my hips instinctually jerking to get deeper. She allows me to fuck her mouth, goddamn does she know how to suck a cock. Taking me deep into her throat, her saliva trailing down my shaft.
My dick is deep in her throat when I feel her finger press against my ass. I force myself to relax against the intrusion as she pushes inside, and I cry out.
Her finger pulls out, gathering more of her saliva then slides back in a little farther. She keeps up this rhythm until her entire finger is inside.
“Mama, I need to cum!”
She releases her hold on my cock but continues pushing her finger in and out, “You don’t cum until I say you do,” she orders.
My back bows and my legs shake uncontrollably. “FUCK!”
I hear the lube cap open before the cool tip of the plug pushes against my hole. Like she did before, the toy pushes in a little bit before pulling back out until I feel the burn of my hole stretching from the intrusion.
“UHHH fuck!” I groan as she pushes deeper.
“Mama’s so proud of you. You’re such a good boy.”
By some miracle, I don’t cum at her words, but they do go straight to my dick. Cool lube drips on my ass before the plug turns and pushes in again, finally fully seated.
“Oh fuck, oh God. Please fuck me. PLEASE!” I can’t think past the fullness of my ass and my throbbing cock. I feel her crawl up my body to straddle my hips again. The heat of her pussy is enough to push me over the edge. Leaning over me, she whispers in my ear, “We don’t need condoms. I’m covered.” As she takes me all in one push. Lifting my hips to fuck her as hard and as fast as I can, it doesn’t take long before I’m cumming deep in her pussy. A long ragged groan rips from my chest before my body relaxes, completely spent.
4
LAYLA
I fall to his chest, breathing in his scent as I bury nose into the crook of his neck.
“That was amazing,” he whispers as he wraps his arms tightly around my sweat covered body. I hum in response as I shut my eyes, ready to fall into a blissful night’s sleep.
“What did you mean by covered?”
“As in I can’t have kids.” Readying myself for his negative response, I begin to pull away.
“That’s a relief! I don’t want any, we make the perfect pair.” He begins to pull me in closer.
Oh, hell no!
I bolt up and climb off my Baby Boy, removing the plug like nothing out of the ordinary just happened. “Get out.” Standing at the end of the bed with my hands on my hips. He props himself up on his elbows and just looks at me, like a lost puppy. I raise my eyebrow and point toward the door.
“You came without my permission. You knew the rules. Get your shit and get out.”
Without a word, he climbs out of bed and picks his clothes up off the floor. Pulling his boxers on, he walks out the door closing it gently behind him. As soon as the door closes, I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I head toward the door, to call him back and ask him to stay, but stop myself. I don’t do relationships, especially with my submissives.
He followed my instructions perfectly, but he came without permission, and for that, he was banished from my bed. I don’t do repeats, no matter what. I’m in control, always. I won’t let another man have that much control over me. When I let feelings get in the way, I get nothing but heartache and a bunch of bullshit I don’t want to deal with.
After my pep talk, I climb back into bed. Snuggling into the sheets, I take a deep breath and hope to get a good night’s sleep. I haven’t had a good fuck like that in a while. Hopefully, the orgasms will keep the nightmares away. As I pull the sheets up over my naked body, I sniff the pillow. Taking in the delicious scent that can only be described as my Baby Boy, I snuggle into the pillow and sigh in contentment.
Holy hell not again!
Jumping out of bed, I begin ripping the sheets off the bed. “Not again! This is not going to happen again, I won’t let it.”
I scream in rage as I toss pillows and sheets to the floor. Once I’m finished I storm into the bathroom and turn the shower on full blast. As the bathroom fills up with steam, I try to calm down from my tirade. How one man that I’ve known for such a short period of time, could cause so much turmoil in my life is beyond me.
Having finally calmed down enough, I step into the shower and let the hot water relax my tense muscles. My life is made up of order and control. Everyone fears me and if they don’t, they soon will. Men bow at my feet, there is no way this Baby Boy is going to have any type of control over me after just a few orgasms.
I lean my head back and let the water run over my hair, trying to wash away the thoughts of his hands on my body. The way he caressed my skin with his fingertips as he spread my lower lips, licking my pussy like I was his last meal. I moan in pleasure just thinking about how he pumped his fingers slowly in and out of me, bring me to the edge before pulling them out just to start the torture all over again.
I growl when I notice my fingers pushed deep inside my pussy, living the memories from earlier tonight. “Layla, get your shit together. You are fucking better than this!”
I slam the shower off, climb out, and wrap myself in a towel. As I dry off, I can’t ignore my throbbing pussy between my legs. “No! No! No!” I yell as I slam my hands on the counter, tears begin running down my face.
“This isn’t me. What has my Baby Boy done to me?” I look in the mirror, and it’s as if a light bulb has gone off in my head, MY. Ever since I met him, I have been referring to him as mine, but I don’t own him. He has owned me, my mind and now my body. Just thinking about him is causing an ache that wasn’t there before.
“This can’t be happening, not again,” I whisper. My arm swings out across the counter clearing it off. The tears are coming full force as I pick up a basket from the back of the toilet, throwing it into the mirror. Destroying the devastated woman, I see before me. “I won’t be her again! I’m stronger than this.”
Glass shatters, as I collapse to the floor sobbing. “Never again, never again,” I repeat over and over, as I hear the door being forced open.
“MAMA!” he yells as he comes running into the bathroom, scooping me up into his strong arms.
“I told you to get out! Put me the fuck down!” I scream.
“You told me to get out, but you didn’t tell me I could leave. I was hoping you would come out and get me. I wasn’t ready to let you go. When I heard the glass shatter, I had to come in and make sure you were alright.”
Laying me down on the other bed in the room, ignoring the sheets and pillows tossed to the floor from my temper tantrum, he kneels at my side. Head bowed, waiting for further instructions. The urge to reach out and touch him, invite him into the bed, is overwhelming but I resist.
“Get out or stay, I don’t care. Right now, I’m tired.”
Rolling over into the bed, I can’t help but wonder if he will stay after he has a chance to take the time to survey the damage to the room. No man in their right mind wants to be associated with a psycho, a small pain rips through my chest at the thought of never seeing him again but quickly disappears.
“Good night, Mama,” I hear him whisper before I close my eyes. I refuse to give in and respond. Hopefully, with him being so close, the nightmares will be kept at bay.
I sit straight up in the bed, wondering if last night really happened the way I remember. As I look to my right to find sheets and pillows throw around the room, sadly I’m reminded of my temper tantrum.
“Good morning, Mama.”
“Get out,” I snipe back at him without even turning to acknowledge his presence. He hangs his head in shame, before walking out the door and closing it softly behind
him. I reach for the phone and order some room service, before heading into the bathroom to get ready for the day.
Further evidence of the effect that man has on me lays all over the floor of the bathroom. That is going to cost me a pretty penny, thank heavens Timothy decided to sexually harass me. Nothing cures indecision better than making a man cry first thing in the morning.
After getting dressed I grabbed my cell. Timothy answers after the first ring. “Don’t bitches sleep?”
“Not this one, especially when I have waiting victims to torture. Did you think over my proposition?” While I wait for his response, there is a light knock on the door. Room services must have arrived.
“Lucky for you, there are witnesses. My father doesn’t wish for there to be bad blood between our families. Tore Technologies has been awarded the contract. Be warned, I’ll be watching you. One mistake and you’re done.”
I open the door to let room service enter and notice him sitting on the floor by the door, without missing a beat.
“Don’t worry, Timothy, I don’t make mistakes. Especially when it comes to business. It’s been a pleasure torturing you this fine morning. Oh, and by the way, there’s been some damage done to my room. Take care of it.”
I don’t even say goodbye before ending the call. I got what I came for, so time to go home. Looking down, my Baby Boy is sitting there staring at me with a lost look in his eyes. Waiting for his next command.
“You’re still here because?”
“You never told me I could leave,” he answers, head bowed. Kneeling before me like the perfect submissive. I want to praise him for being a good boy, but I won’t. Not now. He has too much control over me and my emotions. Instead, I turn and head back into the room. I grab a business card out of my briefcase, a piece of toast, and a pen off the desk before heading back to the door. I drop the toast in his lap before leaning on the door to write on my card, dropping it in his lap when I’m finished.
“Be there at that time, don’t be late. Now get out of my sight.”
Turning on my heels, I head back into my room slamming the door shut behind me. That was either the biggest mistake I will ever make or the best thing to ever happen to me. Either way, I am going to find my control, and it’s going to start with breaking my Baby Boy.
DANNY
Being away from her feels like I’m missing something vital. I’m already addicted to the way my body reacts, my mind calms when she gives me a command. I want to curl up at her feet and rub myself against her like a fucking cat.
I’ve never done anything like this before, submission and domination isn’t my thing, at least it wasn’t before. I’ve pulled a girl’s hair and smacked her ass while I fucked her from behind, but what dude hasn’t? Girls love that shit, but she isn’t a girl, she’s a woman. A sex goddess, demanding that I worship at the altar of her pussy, and I am all too happy to comply.
Finding myself at my room, I don’t remember getting here. Entering, I strip my clothes off and get in the shower. Logan and Katie are getting married today, and I smell like sex. If it were up to me, I would bask in her scent, maybe jack off to the taste of her still on my lips. Am I allowed to jack off? Shit.
The hot water relaxes the tension in my shoulders and neck. Sitting outside her door all night didn’t do me any favors, but it was worth it. I would do it again in a heartbeat if it meant I would get to keep seeing her.
I finish up, wrapping the towel around my waist and shave the scruff from my face. Getting into my whites, per Katie’s demand, I wish my sexy Mama could see me. Dress whites make panties drop, every sailor knows that. Picking up my pants, I fish out the business card she gave me. In addition to a room number and a hotel name. There’s her name, email address, and an office number but no cell. Smirking, I find my phone and take a picture for her, sending it to her email with a message,
“Your Baby Boy misses you, Mama. Call me if you miss me too.”
Layla may not get it until Monday, but it’ll be a nice reminder of the weekend. Stuffing my shit into my pocket, I head down to the lobby. The ceremony is within walking distance, so we all agreed to meet downstairs.
Stepping off the elevator, my eyes immediately find the other white uniforms standing together.
“Hey, guys.” They all spin around and zero in on me like piranhas.
“What the fuck, Newb? Where have you been?”
“Who the fuck was that chick?”
“Why haven’t you answered your god damn phone?”
They all yell at once, holding my hands up trying to make them stop, I don’t know where to start.
“Woah, guys, chill out.”
“Newb, explain!” LT commands.
“I met Layla and went back to her hotel room, which happens to be here.”
“She almost hit you with her fucking car! Why would you get in her car? Especially when she was talking to you like a dog!”
“Drop it, Charlie.”
“That was dangerous, man, did you know her before she tried to kill you or was that the first time you laid eyes on her? You’re a goddamn Navy SEAL. You need to use your fucking brain! You have been trained to access situations, but you were too busy thinking with your dick to be smart!” Charlie is once again in my face, the urge to give him a right hook is overwhelming.
They don’t understand what is going on between us, the need I have to be around her. To have her command me around, I crave it. There is something there that I didn’t know what missing in my life until now. When did I become their child that needs someone to care for them instead of a teammate they need to respect? I saved Charlie’s fucking life for fuck’s sake. I think I can manage a one-night stand without explanation, although Layla is more than a one-night stand, that’s for sure.
“Fuck this!” I head to the chapel to find Katie; the guys are stomping behind me. They’re continuing to yell, but I’m not listening. I don’t know what I can tell them, there’s nothing I want to tell them anyway.
Finding the chapel, Amber is standing outside, watching the commotion that’s following me.
“I need to talk to Katie.”
Looking me over, she must see that I’m serious because she lets me in and closes the door. Finally, a moment of silence. Following the hallway, and Avery’s loud ass mouth, I find the bridal suite and knock on the door.
Avery pulls open the door. “What are you doing in here?”
“I need to talk to Katie for a second, that’s it.” I can hear the desperation in my voice, please don’t fight me on this Avery.
“Let him in Avery!” Katie hollers from behind the door.
Stepping aside, I find Katie sitting at the vanity while another woman curls her hair. Her face lights up with a smile in the mirror when she sees me, I can’t help but smile back.
“You look beautiful, Katie.”
Today is her day, she gets to marry the love of her life. “Thank you, Danny. What can I do for you?”
Leaning down, I kiss her cheek.
“What was that for? Is everything okay?”
Damn, I didn’t mean to worry her, yet again I’m fucking shit up. Katie always seems to know what’s going on with all of us, even before we tell her. I don’t want to ruin her day, but the guys are going to be on me all day about Layla which will put me in a shit mood. I need to leave, but I couldn’t leave without telling her. It would have broken her heart.
“No, I’m okay, but I have to head back to San Diego.”
“What? Now?”
“It’s best if I head back now. I promise as soon as you get back I will explain everything. Thank you so much for including me in your special day, it means a lot to me.”
“Of course, drive safely. Let me know when you get home.”
“You got it.” With another kiss on the cheek, I leave the room and head out the back. Cracking open the back door, I let out a sigh of relief. Looks like I managed to avoid everyone and their questions for at least a few more days.
I p
lan to head straight back to the hotel to change and check out, but my phone vibrates in my pocket. Checking the caller ID, a smile spreads across my face, Layla missed me.
5
LAYLA
I finish my breakfast and try to answer a few emails before I start to pack up to head home. It’s the weekend, so I could stay here and relax, but with the new merger that we’ve acquired, I need to get the ball rolling. Especially if I want to have some fun breaking in my new toy next weekend.
A shiver runs through my body remembering the time we spent together last night, thankfully my phone rings, bring me back to the present. I don’t want another episode like last night.
“Congratulations,” my brother’s voice comes over the line
“Thank you.” I take a sip of my coffee and wait for him to get to the point.
“Are you dying?”
“Not that I’m aware of Jonathan. Did you call for a reason or was it just to annoy me as per usual.”
“You’re not as much of a bitch as usual,” he sounds a little frightened at my sudden lack of edge. I’m not about to tell my brother about the mind-blowing orgasms I had last night, so I choose to keep him on his toes.
“It’s still relatively early, just wait. I’ll be to my snarky bitch self in no time. Jonathan, have you kept your dick in your pants while I was gone? I know that I just closed a multi-million-dollar contract, but I really don’t have the time to take care of your problems right now.”
“Ah, there is my bitch of a sister that I love to hate.” He chuckles into the phone before continuing, “The contracts from Hard Rock arrived via personal courier this morning. Tim said that you should have contracts delivered to you this morning.”
Just as he finished his sentence, there is a knock at my door. “That’s probably them. Take a look, I don’t know what you did to piss him off this time, but there is no wiggle room. One mistake and we are out millions.”
