A Dom Is Forever (17 page)

His face softened. “What happened? Was it the accident?”

Those hands, so dominant and intent the moment before, now stroked and pulled her close. He was fluid in his comfort, moving from predatory sexual male to protective and open in an instant. He’d said he would give her what she needed. And what he seemed to need was her trust. “I don’t want to talk about it tonight, Lee. Please. I’m not trying to shut you out. I just don’t want tonight to be about the past.”

He sighed. “I’ll have the story, Avery. I’ll have all your stories in the end, but we’ll play this your way tonight.”

She nodded. He’d given her something, and it was time to return his kindness. She scooted off his lap. Just moments before she’d felt sexy and powerful, and now she was right back to awkward and ungainly. And her pussy was really wet. Should she clean that up?

“Hold on.” Lee looked ridiculously decadent sitting on her little couch. It was far too small for him, but he inhabited the space like he owned it. “Don’t touch your skirt yet. I like it like this. You look like you hiked it up for your Master so he could play with you and get you ready for a nice long fuck. Your pussy is awfully pretty. Why did you start shaving? Most women who aren’t having sex wouldn’t bother.”

He was staring at her pussy. It was so weird and so hot. “Surgeries. I had a few in that area and they always shaved me. I hated the way it felt when it started to grow back.”

Sometimes shaving her girl parts was the only time they were ever touched.

“It’s beautiful.” His thumb came out, and he slowly swiped down the center. His thumb was covered in her juice and without a single obvious inhibition, he sucked it into his mouth. “You taste so fucking good, baby. Has anyone ever eaten that pussy? Has anyone ever put their mouth on it and made a meal of you?”

Yes, this was what she needed. She needed to sink into the moment, letting it crowd out all of the tragedy of the past. She’d lived there for so long, and she didn’t want to tonight. She wanted to be in the moment and the moment meant Lee. “No. No one’s ever touched me down there with his mouth.”

Lee sat back, crossing his legs. “I thought not. We’ll get to that. Now take off the clothes. I’m not asking you to do this because I’m trying to decide if I want to sleep with you or not. We’re going to fuck, baby. That’s a foregone conclusion. I’m asking because I want to see you naked.”

“I didn’t think you were asking at all,” she muttered, her heart racing a little.

“Excellent, then you’re learning. Take off your clothes. This is what we call the presentation. A good submissive will present herself to her Master, showing him exactly what she’s offering him—her
  
beautiful body and her trust that he can take care of her.”

He wasn’t giving her any way out. He was saying all the right things. Could she really trust it? He was almost too good to be true, but good things came around so rarely in her life that she was going to risk it. She was going to grasp the moment with both hands, and if it all fell apart later, she would find a way to forgive herself. She pulled the tank top over her head and placed it on the chair behind her before working on her skirt. Her hands trembled slightly as she worked the button and undid the zipper. She pushed the skirt off, her hands touching the scars on her right leg, but he’d already seen those. He didn’t seem bothered by them.

All the while he sat back, silent, as though waiting for a show to begin. She folded the skirt, but her eyes were on him. She’d felt his erection before while she sat on his lap, but it tented his jeans and there was no way to miss just how long and thick it was. That had to be a trick of the light. He couldn’t be that big. He couldn’t be that aroused.

“You’re gorgeous, baby. Turn around and let me see your ass.” His voice had deepened, thickening to a rich honey.

She turned, deeply aware that he was looking at her backside.

“Stay where you are.”

She heard him getting up, the couch shifting. His shoes tapped against the floor, but she held still because he hadn’t led her wrong yet. He seemed intent on keeping her on the edge, but she was rapidly discovering that it also kept her in the moment. Her thoughts, normally so fast and fractured and going in a million directions, were focused. They were focused on him and on the hum of her body. He’d been so right. She’d tried to push him because she didn’t know this place existed. He’d demanded obedience so her rebellious brain would have to shut off.

She closed her eyes, waiting for whatever he intended to do.

A single finger traced down her spine. “I think you’re lovely, Avery. I’ll prove it to you in the end, you know. It might take a while, but after I’ve had you a couple of hundred times, you’ll have to admit that I want you. You’ll have to admit that this body is sexy and
fuckable
.” His fingertips rested at the base of her spine. “I’m going to have you every way a man can have a woman. Do you understand?”

Nope
. And she couldn’t really think because his hand moved lower, caressing her cheeks, but he wanted an answer. “Yes. You’re going to sleep with me.”

“No,” he corrected. “I’m going to fuck you. Turn around. I want to see my pussy.”

She turned again, but when she put weight on her right leg, it faltered.

Lee was right there, holding her up, making sure she didn’t find the floor. His arms were around her waist, pulling her lower body against his. She balanced against him, her skin touching the rough denim of his jeans, the hard line of his erection rubbing against her belly.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured. He bent over, brushing their lips together. “I won’t let you fall, baby.”

But she was falling hard and fast. There was no way to deny it. He was the most exciting thing to happen to her in years, and she wasn’t the type of woman to just brush that off. She was setting herself up for an enormous fall, but she couldn’t pull away from him. “Thank you.”

He smiled, releasing her and dropping to his knees. He looked up at her, dark hair messy and perfect. “That’s thank you, Sir, when we’re playing.”

She could give him that. “Thank you, Sir.” She touched his hair, felt the silk under her fingertips. “Thank you for everything, Sir.”

An arrogant grin crossed his face. “Oh, baby, I haven’t begun to earn that thank you, but I think I’ll start now. You hold still or I’ll stop. This is just a little appetizer to make sure you’re damn good and ready. Later, I’ll spread you out and eat this pussy to my heart’s content, but my dick is dying. I need to get inside you pretty damn quick.”

His hands were on her hips, holding her in place while his face went right into her pussy.

She was shocked for a moment, but then he ran his tongue across her clit and she couldn’t think anymore. Wet and firm, his tongue slid across her flesh lighting her up and making her squirm. She’d thought she’d loved his fingers playing in her pussy, but they had nothing on his tongue. Fire seemed to lick up her body, threatening to consume her.

She knew it was nasty, dirty. He had his mouth all over her girl parts, and she was wet and creamy and he was licking it all up. She stared down at his dark head moving as he worked her pussy up and down.

“Spread your legs. I need more.” He groaned against her skin. She felt it sizzling across her body.

She spread her legs and his tongue speared up inside, invading her pussy like his cock surely would. Soft but strong, his tongue impaled her. He was making love to her with nothing but his mouth. He thrust up inside her pussy and then licked a long path to her clitoris, pressing down firmly.

She couldn’t help but cry out.

“That’s what I want. Make those little sounds, baby. Let me hear how much you want it.” He let go of her hips and parted her pussy with his thumbs, fully exposing her clitoris. He put his lips right over that little nubbin and sucked it inside.

Avery couldn’t breathe. Close. She was so close, she could taste it. Her blood started to pound. Her arms shook.

And he stopped.

Lee got up, moving with a grace Avery wasn’t sure she could ever feel, leaving her completely off kilter. She tried to catch her breath, but it was hard because he pulled his shirt over his head and she was assaulted with the vision of the most perfect chest she’d ever seen.

Broad shoulders and perfectly sculpted
pecs
led down to an eight pack and a lean waist. Even as she tried to take in how beautiful his chest was, he shoved his jeans off his hips and his cock bobbed free. He pulled a small blue square out of his pocket and held it in his left hand.

Yeah, she hadn’t seen anything like that before. Long and thick with a plum-shaped head. She’d wanted to turn the light off, but then she would have missed looking at him. Michelangelo couldn’t have sculpted a more perfect man.

But he wasn’t perfect. He had a lot of scars. A long one ran across his chest, marring the silky-smooth skin there.

He reached his hand out, dragging her fingers to his chest. “Touch it. We all have scars, Avery. Yours don’t make you less beautiful. They just mean you survived.”

Yes, she’d survived, but only now did she feel like she’d lived. She let her fingers cross the scar that marked his own survival. “This wasn’t a nail gun, was it?”

He shook his head. “I was in the Army. I got in a knife fight in Afghanistan. I survived, and I’m happy to be here with you.”

She was so close to him, their naked bodies almost touching. “Can I touch you?”

He smiled a little. “You’re already touching me. Ask for what you want, Avery. Use those dirty words I taught you. What do you want to touch? Don’t be shy. I can still taste your pussy on my tongue. There’s no room for shyness anymore. And if you put a polite, sweet little ‘Sir’ on the end of your request, that would make me very happy.”

“I want to touch your cock, Sir.” The words were easier now. He’d been right. This was intimacy as sweet and pure as any hug.

He pulled her hand down. “Touch me. Take me in your hand and grip my dick tight. Stroke me. I won’t break.”

He was so big in her hand. She could barely get her fingers around him. His hand came around hers forcing her to be rougher. He taught her how to touch him, pulling her hand over his cock, stroking up and down from the thick base up to cover the head.

She loved the deep groan that came from his chest as she took over. She didn’t have to worry about whether or not she was pleasing him. He would show her how. He would talk to her. There was such sweet freedom in that. A creamy pearl of arousal tipped the head of his dick, and she let it coat her fingers.

“That’s it, baby.” He growled his approval.

He pulsed in her palm, getting even bigger as she stroked him.

“Stop. I don’t want to come in your hand, and I’m going to if you don’t stop.” He didn’t let go of her hand, merely pulled it away from his cock. He backed up to the couch and let his big body fall back so he was sitting down. “I want to be inside you.”

She stood there watching him as he tore open the blue package in his hand and rolled a condom on. She was really doing this. He was big and hard and ready to fuck. The word came easily now. It had seemed ugly before, but now she felt the affection behind it.

“Come on. Ride me.” He started to pull her on his lap. “Straddle me and take my cock.”

“Don’t you want to go to the bedroom?” Avery asked.

His eyes hardened. “No. I do not, and if you don’t obey me, I’m going to spank that gorgeous ass. I’m going to explain this to you because it’s all new, but in the future, you’re going to give me what I want or you’ll have some discipline coming.”

She didn’t wait for the explanation. She was being silly and obnoxious again. He’d been perfect, and she was questioning him. He’d brought her more pleasure than she’d ever had in her life, and she still pushed back. It was stupid. She wasn’t going to do it anymore. She climbed onto his lap.

“That’s what I want.” His hand circled her waist. She could feel the head of his cock right at her pussy, teasing her. She put her hands on his shoulders, reveling in the feel of hard steel under soft skin. “I’m letting you set the pace because you’re going to be so fucking tight. I don’t want to hurt you. You need to control the penetration this time.”

His hand went down between them, and he guided his cock. His eyes were down, staring at that place where he’d started to penetrate her. “God, that’s so fucking pretty.”

His voice was deep, guttural, and it had taken on a lovely musical quality she hadn’t heard before. It suited him so much better than the flat cadence of his normal voice. Avery swore to get him to talk like that every time they came together.

She lowered herself on to him carefully, well aware that her whole body was involved. She could feel how slick she was.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. Tell me you want me.”

Did she want him? How could he doubt it? She looked at him, trying to find a hint of deception, that he was playing with her, but his face was taut with arousal and desire. For all his beauty, he was just a man and she wasn’t giving him credit. She was looking at his gorgeous face and body and thinking he never had a moment’s insecurity. It was wrong. He was human, and he was asking her for something.

She leaned forward and touched her lips to his. He needed her, and she wouldn’t hold a damn thing back from him. She could taste herself on his lips, tangy, sweet and so intimate it hurt her heart. “I want you, Lee. I need you. I want you like I want my next breath.”

He pulled on her hips. “Take more.”

He wasn’t as in control as he wanted her to think. She could see that, and it made it so much easier to sink onto his cock. He filled her, invading every inch and stretching her pussy until she thought she might burst, but she was determined to take every centimeter of that hard, hot cock. She wanted it. She craved it.

She let gravity do its work, impaling herself on his length. His face was tight, his eyes down. He was such a pervert, watching her pussy take his cock, and she was just as bad, watching his face, glorying in how much he obviously loved what they were doing.

“Do you feel how hard you make me? I’m so fucking hard, Avery. That’s all you.” Even as he got what he wanted, he still was giving to her.