Controlled by His Voice Box Set (Erotic Romance) (15 page)

I was awakened by a powerful stream of sunlight pouring in through the window. I opened my eyes to see a clear blue sky. I looked over at the alarm clock. 8:13 AM.

The morning was bright and clear. The blackness outside had been replaced by a picture-perfect view of a rocky cove. Seagulls flew in circles, taking off and landing all along the rocks.

My head was better but it still hurt. I went in the bathroom and peeled off the bandage. Not so bad.

I showered, put a new bandage on, and selected a pair of jeans and a blue top to wear. All the clothes seemed brand new.

I gingerly opened the door to the bedroom and looked out. All I saw was the empty hallway. No sound.

I stepped out and walked softly across the carpet to the kitchen. No sign of him. I checked the lounge and the office. Nothing.

I went back into the kitchen and noticed a note on the countertop. Scrawled in pen it read:

Breakfast in warming oven.

I wasn't sure which device was the warming oven but I soon found it. Inside was a plate full of scrambled eggs, Canadian bacon, and wheat toast.

I took it out and ate it, using the utensils he had laid out on the table for me. Delicious again. If he fucks as good as he cooks, then he is not mortal. I wonder if I'll ever find out.

Where is he? Shoveling out? No, he wouldn't do that, would he? He'd have a service, right?

Should I wander? Will he get mad?
He said to find him if I needed anything, so that by itself granted permission to walk throughout the house, right?

I found a television room that was more movie theater than television room, another lounge with a different view, and another wing of bedrooms.

But no sign of Tristan.

I wondered how to get to the brick-lined room with the stockade. Next time, I'll have to make some mental notes as he leads me and compare them to what I'm discovering now.

Then a pang of sadness hit me as his words returned like a hammer.

Training is over for us.

Fuck, if there's just some way I could get him to change his mind!

Then I heard a noise. Sounded like a thump. It came from near a closet. I walked over to it.

Another thump and a grunt. I noticed that to the left of the closet was a passageway. I moved over and saw a small hallway that led to a room full of fitness equipment. The room was glass on three sides, surrounded by the bright vista of the rocky shore.

Tristan Slade was standing in the middle of a squat rack. He wore a brown T-shirt that fit tightly over his muscular frame. He was bigger than I thought. The outline of his shoulder and back muscles pressed clearly though the shirt. I felt my pussy spring to life.

A heavily-weighted barbell rested on top of his back behind his neck. His carved-from-stone arms glistened with sweat as they held it in place.

I noticed that the barbell itself was part of the frame, held with odd stretchy pieces of what looked like shiny plastic. I had never seen a contraption quite like this one before.

He squatted down then back up again, grunting with each repetition. After about twelve reps, he made a final grunt and let go of the barbell. He must have hit a switch or something because the barbell just stayed hanging there in midair as he walked away from it. He wiped his face with a towel and took a swig of water from a bottle.

I just kept watching. He couldn't see me from where I stood, peering around the corner.

He got into the contraption again, did twelve more squats with a higher amount of weight. This time, I kept my focus on his ass and leg muscles. They were thicker than his dress pants ever revealed.

I thought about masturbating.

Oh, what the hell, may as well.
I've moved past any sense of decorum. After all I've done lately, pleasuring myself while watching him workout is tame.

I squeeze my fingers around my outer labia, tugging upward. My clit gets hard almost instantly. Tristan takes another swig of water and stares out the window at the ocean.

Gushing now, I palm the head of my clit, pressing in circles while massaging my inner labia. I picture his cock underneath those cut-off shorts. It's in there. And I know what it looks like. I've felt it pressing into my face. I know what it tastes like on my tongue.

But I've never had his cum in me. I can only imagine how salty and manly it must taste.

He gets into the machine again, but this time positions an incline bench underneath the barbell. He adjusts the weight, sits on the bench, and presses the barbell upward.

At the end of each rep, I stroke my nub. I begin to lose control of my breath. An orgasm starts its dance of fire within me.

Will I be able to come? He said training is over. Does that mean I'm released from his commands?

Whatever. I just stroke myself as I watch his powerful movements. He screams as he pushes his final rep upward.

My breathing takes on a life of its own as I tap my clit. I press firmly into it and grip the doorjamb tightly with the fingers of my other hand.

Tristan goes to the table where he put his water down. He picks it up and takes another swig from the bottle. In that moment his eyes meet mine.

I step out from behind the side of the doorway. I don't stop rubbing myself. Fuck it if he sees what I'm doing. Nothing he hasn't seen me do before.

His eyes are locked with mine. Even though we are separated by a short hallway, the blue coral reef in his eyes envelops me. More powerful than the real ocean through the window, I dive into the warm waters of his irises.

He seems lost himself. He stares and his eyes go wide. As I draw circles on my clit, I walk toward him. I'm not even in control of my own movements. He's like a magnet.

Then I'm in the small gym room standing directly in front of him, pleasuring my eyes and my pussy at the same time. He smells of spent masculine musk mixed with pine.

As I get about six inches away from him, he roughly grabs my forearms, holding them tight.

He lifts up my right hand. I feel the band of the panties snap. He moves my hand upward and holds it directly between our two faces, only inches apart now.

Then he takes my wet fingers into his mouth, licking my juices off them. My knees go weak as his tongue dances around my fingertips.

He pulls my hand away from him and lets go of it.

"More," he says.

"More?" I say.

"Get me some more down there."

He doesn't break eye contact. His tone is commanding, the rich velvety deep voice I have come to love and obey.

I reach down and collect some more nectar for him.

"Feed me," he says.

I reach up and bring my fingers to his mouth. I put them inside. He sucks ravenously on them. I lose my breath, making an odd sound that comes from the back of my throat.

I don't care about anything anymore. My life can fall apart if I can just stay here with this man and do this. I don't understand the power he has over me. I'm not sure I even want to understand it. All I know is that I'm in some sort of a blissful state whenever I'm near him.

Then he grabs my arms and pulls me into him, looking directly into my eyes.

Oh God, he's going to kiss me!

And he does.

Oh.

My.

Fucking.

God.

So good. I breathe in his sweat, taste his saliva. My hands fall to his back and meet his rock-hard muscles. I try to squeeze them but they're like granite.

As our tongues wrestle, I lose myself and fall backward. He pulls me harder into him, his hands on the small of my back. I feel his massive cock pressing into me over the pants I'm wearing. Damn pants.

I reach my arms around to his buttocks, feeling more solid mass as his tongue leaves my mouth and presses into my neck. His breathing is rapid now and I feel his rod twitch in his pants.

Then I find myself suddenly airborne. I lock my legs around him as he spins me around.

He's now sitting on the incline bench again, this time with me on top of him. We make out again, uniting our tongues in a whirl of mixed fluids.

His rough hands explore me. They ruffle over my breasts, down my sides, under my panties and into my pussy. Soon he has a finger inside me. Then two. I spread my legs wide for better access.

He finger fucks me, taking me to the edge while I bounce on his thighs.

In that moment, I make a decision.

I'm not going to come until he does.

He drank my juice, so I want to drink his. I'm not going to allow him to just get me off. We've done that several times now. Now it's my turn to make
him
come!

I get an idea. I pull away from him and pull my pants down, kicking them off. I take my shirt and bra off but leave my panties on. Then I turn around and straddle him backwards on the incline bench, using the handles on the sides for balance. I press my ass into his face.

Okay, buddy, I know you're into ass. I'm giving you this one.
But I want your come as payment!

I feel his hot breath all around my ass cheeks. I know it's only a matter of time before he reaches up and gets those panties out of the way. In the meantime I lick his salty sweat off the insides of his thighs.

Just like I suspected, my panties swish aside and his tongue is where it should be. He laps my pussy juices directly from the source, teasing and probing my folds. His saliva and my stream become one.

I rub my chin over the length of his cock under the shorts. It feels even more massive today than the last time I saw it.

Then I feel his tongue up my ass. Fine. Go for it. It's all yours. Do what you want with me.

I rub myself around his balls as he piles deep into me.
God, that's good!
Fucker knows what he's doing. I'm not sure what he's hitting in my ass but it's sending nerve impulses straight to my clit.

I nudge his cock with my chin. I have to get this bad boy out. I steady myself in the precarious position I'm in, careful not to dislodge his tongue from my asshole, and reach down to the band of his shorts. I tug upward to pull them down. The head of his dick is visible right there.

Then, in an abrupt toss I'm flipping up in the air again. Then down onto a mat on my back.

He stands above me and takes his shirt off. God, his body is amazing! He's a sculpted example of the perfect man. Giant hairless chest. Massive shoulders with deep trenches clearly defining the striations of his muscles. Small muscular waist. Zero body fat.

My pussy gushes and throbs.

Then his shorts are down, kicked aside.
There it is!
There's my glorious boy. As straight and as perfect as before. Even more beautiful in the sunlight.

He gets on his knees and kisses my legs, pressing into the back of my thighs and my sides with his hands as he swirls his tongue all around them. It feels like he's trying to taste my skin.

He pauses at my pussy to get a drink then moves up to my belly button. He licks my piercing and presses his tongue in there. I buck forward, pressing myself as hard as I can into him.

My hands find his hair.
God, how I've longed to push fingers through those messy strands!
I feel his sweat on my palms from the sides of his head.

Then he's at my breasts. He licks the left one all around, then the right one. I feel his teeth graze over my right hard nipple, zinging happy thrills all the way down to my feet.

Then he's fully on top of me, his tongue back home in my mouth. He pulls back, looks at me with a feral lust, and then dives back in again. I return his kiss with the wild animal part of me that screams
Mine!

I reach to his sides and pull him up, then push him down. He takes the hint, sliding his massiveness all over my belly and around my pussy.

I am so ready to be fucked by him but I'm loving the way he is so into my body. He licks the inside of my ear. He bites my collarbone. He travels his tongue the length of each arm to my hands then back up again.

Then he flips me over... roughly. He's back down at my legs again. He presses his tongue hard into the back of my calves while his hands massage their way up the front of my thighs to my swollen pussy. He teases her a little with his fingers, then pulls my thighs with his hands so I go on my knees and my ass goes up with my cheeks spread.

He spreads my pussy wide from behind and dives his face into it. I groan in pleasure.

Then he licks up my taint and his tongue is back into my asshole, spreading and stretching it with his saliva.

"Fuck!" I say.

Whatever he's doing up there it feels delightful. If he wants to fuck me there, I'm all his. Anything to have his cum inside me.

But he pushes me back down flat again, and travels his tongue into the small of my back. He moves upward along my spine, taking my arms and spreading them out into a cross.

Then I feel his hot breath on my neck as he is completely on top of me. He wraps his legs around mine as I feel his cock massaging my entire ass crack from top to bottom. He rubs it there for a while, all the way up to my lower back and down again.