Dreamer (16 page)

“You will call me, Sir.”

“Yes, Sir.” She gulped and clenched her thighs together.

The sight of her clit peeking out of its hood tore at the
tethers on his self-control. If he didn't take her soon, he really could hurt
her with his need. Moving around to her face, he stood before her and looked
down. Shiny with oil, her body gleamed in the light. “Kitten, remove my
briefs.”

That delicious blush heated her cheeks, and she stood, hands
instinctively going to cover her breasts and pussy. Flickering a glance up at
him filled with vulnerability, she raised her shaking hands to his body and
sighed when she touched the ridges of his abdomen. She had no idea what she did
to him, how he was dying for her touch, and he found that strangely endearing.

Clasping his hands behind his back, he let her examine him
while he watched her. Stepping closer, she rubbed her cheek against his chest,
her soft breath burning his skin. So much smaller than him, her lips brushed
over his left nipple, and her tongue darted out to taste him as she toyed with
his piercing. A protective urge mixed with his desire as she wrapped her arms
around him and laid her head on his chest.

Staying pressed against him, she hooked her hands into his
briefs and slowly slid them down, lifting them away from his cock, which was so
hard it felt as though it was going to explode. Gripping his hands together
behind his back, he kicked his briefs off the rest of the way.

“May I touch you, Sir?” she asked and kept her gaze on his
chest.

“Yes.” Steeling himself, he tried to distract his mind from
what she was about to do. He wanted this to last, to please her, but his body
was a breath away from an orgasm just from their play.

The sound of her sharp inhalation as she tentatively tried
to wrap her hand around the base of his cock drew his balls up tight. Giving
him a squeeze, she attempted to fit her hand all the way around him but was
unable to. For the first time, he worried that he might be too big for her and
tried to not feel too smug about that thought. No matter how thick he was, he
would spend his time opening her before he took her. This was all about her
pleasure.

All those thoughts went out the window as she dropped to her
knees and took him into her mouth. Later, they would have a discussion about
permission. Right now, he dug his nails into his hands at the first strong suck
and willed himself not to come. Instead of continuing, she licked his cockhead
once and then sat back on her heels, grinning up at him.

“Now you know how I feel,” she said after barely licking the
tip of his cock.

“You're going to pay for that.” She let out a startled
scream as he snatched her up from the floor and carried her toward the couch.
He grabbed the condom that he had brought into the room and tossed her among the
cushions. Her eyes were huge as she watched him sheath himself. The couch
groaned beneath his weight as he sat next to her and pulled her onto his lap.
Her legs, slippery with the massage oil, straddled his waist as she squirmed
against him. His cock pressed between his stomach and the slick lips of her
pussy gliding over him and driving him crazy.

Easily pinning both her arms behind her back, he pulled her
in for a kiss. Straining against him, she sucked on his lower lip and bit
gently, wiggling her hot little cunt all over him until her cream wet his
balls. Kissing her back, he barely moved his hips, rubbing the head of his
erection over the small bump of her clit. This brought a gasp that he ate from
her lips, and he tightened his grip on her wrists. Forcing her back with her
arms, he made her look at him. “Do you want me, Kitten?”

By the glazed look in her eyes, she was having a hard time
listening to him. “Yes.” This statement was punctuated by a wiggle of her hips.
The feeling of her wet sex sliding around his dick made him grit his teeth.

Leaning forward, he bit her nipple hard and sucked it into
his mouth. She stiffened and trembled against him, and he made a mental note to
introduce her to clamps soon. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir,” she said in a choked voice, on the edge of
tears.

He studied her face, trying to see if her tears were from
true distress and pain, or from overwhelming emotions. She had a raw,
vulnerable look in her tilted eyes as she stared back at him and he reached
out, stroking her cheek. Immediately her eyes closed, new tears slipping free,
but a small smile curved her lips as she softened to his touch.

“Spread your legs, I need to make sure you’re ready for me.”

“I’m really wet…ohhh.”

Her dreamy sigh as he slid two fingers into her tight pussy
made him smile. Looking up and watching her face the whole time, he began to
stretch her out, loving how she gripped at his fingers with her inner muscles
in involuntary little shudders. Her breasts swayed with her harsh breaths and
he captured one tip with his lips, sucking on that dark berry until she was
crying out his name, a breath away from orgasm. Instead of taking her over the
edge, he gently withdrew his fingers from her grasping sex, loving the whimper
she made.

“Good girl.” Lacing his fingers behind his neck, he leaned
back on the couch. “Fuck me.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her eyes closed with pleasure and she reached
between them.

“Open your eyes. I want to watch you as you feel my cock
being stuffed into your cunt.”

Biting her lip, she did as he asked. With her gaze locked
with his, mesmerizing him with the mixture of shyness and carnality that he
found insanely hot, she gripped his cock and positioned it over her entrance.
Though he was trying to appear relaxed and unhurried, it was torture.

Bracing her small hands on his chest, she threw her head
back and gave a short scream as he flexed his hips and his cock pushed its way
into her. Gods, she was tight. Even dripping wet, the strong inner muscles of
her sheath fought against him. Shifting her hips, she slowly rocked herself
down to the base of his cock, each inch bringing a small cry of pleasure from
her lips.

He gripped a handful of her hair and leaned forward.
“Kitten, I said eyes open.”

Once her gaze met his, he thrust the last few inches of his cock
into her and watched her eyes roll back in her head. Satisfaction, completion,
and a primal joy filled him as she shuddered above him. Their auras mixed and
blended together, pale pink mixing with crimson red, and he bit the spot where
her neck and shoulder connected. As their energy blended he lost himself in her
for a moment, feeling both her joy and her passion as if it were his own. He
groaned and pulled back, not ready to lose himself in her like that yet. Not
before she was Chosen, he could still lose her. The thought had him thrusting
into her and in response, her pussy gripped his cock, and he could feel how
close she was to her orgasm.

“Don't come yet,” he warned. She struggled against him, and
he sank his teeth into her neck, giving her a bruise to match the rough bites
on her other side. He wanted to mark her, to show anyone who saw that she was
his.

Trying to prolong her torment, he pulled her tight against
him and began to fuck her in earnest. Her cries became tormented, tears falling
on his shoulder as she struggled to fight her body and keep her release at bay.
It became a challenge, to push her as far as he could, make her ride the edge
as long as she was able to, before he let her orgasm.

“That's it,” he said in a low rumble and leaned back,
licking at the tip of her hard, dark nipple. “Can you feel that dick inside of
you?” He pulled back so the head of his cock stretched her entrance. “I can
feel you, so hot, so wet.” Groaning, he buried himself to the base, and she
shook in his arms.

“Please, please, please,” she begged, and her head rolled
back. “I'm trying so hard to do what you asked.”

Her words stroked at him, and he took great pleasure in her
efforts. “I know.” Grabbing her hips, he tilted her so her clit would grind
against the ridges of his abs. “Make us come together, Kitten.”

Her hands held on to his shoulders with surprising strength,
and she followed the silent instruction of his hands on her hips, riding him
until he was gasping beneath her. His balls grew tight, the cum rushing to fill
his cock. “Good girl,” he growled out. “You may come now.”

She bit the muscle of his neck where it connected to his
shoulder in the same place he had marked her. The sensation of her teeth in his
skin, her pussy tightening and releasing around his cock, and the rush of her
orgasm through her aura, did him in. As her energy mixed with his he could feel
her climax, could feel her pleasure mixing with his own in a ball clenching
rush of ecstasy. Roaring, he held her as close as he could and emptied himself
inside her. Her pussy continued to pulse, each squeeze and release milking him
until he thought he would pass out.

Surrounded by the echoes of their pleasure moving through
their auras, Devon smoothed back her hair and kissed her cheek. “Mine.”

“Yours,” she agreed in a faint voice. “I think you broke
me.”

“Are you okay?” He quickly pulled out of her, guilt piercing
him. She was so small and soft, had he hurt her?

“Idiot.” She laughed and stroked his body in a leisurely
caress that warmed him to his soul. “I'm so beyond okay it's not even funny.
Wow.”

“Oh.” Feeling terribly smug, he grinned at her and cupped
her beautiful face in his hands. He would never grow tired of looking at her.
Scooping her up into his arms, he ignored her squeak and carried them into the
bedroom. Kicking the air mattress to the side, he jerked back the covers with
one hand and slid her beneath them with the other. After a quick trip to the
bathroom to clean up, he joined her in the bed.

A deep peace settled over him as his head hit the pillow and
she scooted back against him. “Shan,” he said softly.

“Hmm?” She pulled his arm around her and ran her fingers
over his skin.

“Thank you.”

Giggling, she placed a kiss on his palm. “You gave me the
most amazing sex ever. I should be thanking you.” In a softer voice, she added,
“Thank you for taking such good care of me. I-I'm sorry I've been such a bitch
to you. I'll try to be less cranky.”

He licked along the skin bruised from his mark. “I like you
just the way you are. Bitchy and all.”

Closing his eyes, he placed his hand over her heart and fell
asleep to its beat.

The aroma of coffee filled Shan's dreams, and they broke
apart in wisps. She could faintly remember something about a waterfall and
Daisy, but that soon faded as a rasp of stubble brushed over her ear. The scent
of desert spice filled her waking mind, mixing with the coffee in the most
delicious way.

“Breakfast,” Devon said, his voice rumbling against her
cheek.

Stretching, she laced her arms around his thick neck and
rubbed her face against him. “I thought you couldn't cook.”

He smiled at her and tossed her an oversized T-shirt. After
helping her put it on, he scooped her up and carried her into the kitchen. She
was getting rather used to being carried everywhere, and she wasn't going to
complain at the access it gave her to his chest. Turning her cheek, she sucked
hard on his nipple, running her lips over the golden ring piercing it. His warm
rumble as her tongue flitted with his nipple ring went straight to her pussy,
and she sighed.

Chuckling, he dropped her on one of the barstools lining the
counter and moved around the other side. A plate heaped with scrambled eggs and
sausage was presented to her along with a cup of coffee. It looked delicious
and she eagerly picked up her fork.

Devon smiled at her, a gentle smile she’d never seen him
smile at her like that before and it made her blush. “I didn't say I couldn’t
cook. I said I don't cook. You’re the only person I’ll cook for.”

He sat next to her and grinned as she moaned around a
mouthful of eggs. “These are soooo good.”

“I thought you would need your energy after last night.” A
pleased expression tilted his full lips, and he took a big bite of his food.

Blushing, she took refuge in drinking her coffee. “What are
the plans for the day?”

“We need to work on your aura control, and I need to go to
the Temple Guard Headquarters.” He polished off his food with a speed that left
her gaping.

Trying to keep up, she put a dent in the massive portion
he’d given her. “Okay. Can I stay here and do some work, or do I have to come
with you?”

“I'm not letting you out of my sight,” he said in a low
voice and dropped his fork.

Standing from his stool, he moved close to her, the
incredible muscles of his body flexing. He moved closer to her, so that one
little move between them would bring their bodies in contact. She knew that
once that happened it would be game over. Gulping the rest of her coffee, her
hands twitched on the cup as she resisted the urge to touch him.

“Okay.”

After smoothing her hair back, he bent and placed a gentle
kiss on the pulse in her neck. “And when we return home tonight, I would like
to begin training you as a submissive.”

“What?” The coffee sloshed onto the counter as her hand
shook. Had he really just said that?

“Kitten,” he said in a chiding voice, “you don't have to
hide your desires, your needs from me.”

His lips traveled farther down her throat to where her skin
was bruised and sensitive from his bites yesterday. “I dream about meeting your
needs, binding you to me with pleasure until you trust me enough to give
yourself to me. I’m not normally a patient man, but with you I will try to be.”

“I—” Her thoughts scattered as he pressed his teeth into
her. That little bit of pressure made her body throb and her pussy clench.

“Say yes.”

The wet velvet of his tongue stroked over her skin as his
hands slipped beneath her T-shirt. Clever fingers coaxed her already stiff
nipples into aching peaks. He took one nub between his fingers and pinched,
hard enough to make her gasp, then moan.

“Yes.”

Gods, how could she answer anything but yes? Everything
about her wanted to surrender to him, to trust him to take care of her. Her
mind chimed in that Devon was too good to be true, but his touch erased those
doubts. Well, it was official; he’d managed to fuck her into submission.

“Yes, what?” Another hard pinch of her nipple had her
arching into him, and wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Yes, Sir.” The words were as erotic to her as his touch,
and her awareness of him deepened. A gentle press of his aura against her
shields had them melting, and they both groaned as their energies swirled
together.

Tugging her shirt up, he cupped one hand behind the small of
her back to balance her. With his other hand, he held her breast as he knelt in
front of her. Looking down, she marveled at the symmetry of his features, the
bold stroke of his nose above those amazing lips. Her heart constricted as his
teeth flashed white against his tanned face in the morning sunlight then bit around
her brown nipple.

She couldn't get enough of touching him, of feeling the
smooth silk of his skin stretched so tight over his muscles. Sucking her rigid
peak into his mouth, he growled and tormented her aching flesh. It felt
amazing, and she rubbed herself against him. Memories of his mastery of her
body last night flashed through her mind, and she was more than eager to see
what he had to offer this morning.

Closing her eyes, she leaned back into his grasp and sighed
as he switched to her other breast. Her abandoned nipple ached, and the tip
throbbed with a painful sting. It was wonderful. Dimly, she heard an unfamiliar
melody playing. His mouth moved away from her breast, and she protested.
Wrapping her in his arms again, he carried her into the bedroom and tossed her
onto her bed.

As he dug through his bag for his phone, she marveled at him
truly being here. An unwelcome thought of him leaving as soon as she was Chosen
intruded, but she refused to listen to it. Yeah, he talked a good talk, but
she’d been burned so many times that she was a bit gun shy about relationships
at the moment. No, this time with him was a gift, and she was going to enjoy it
while protecting her heart.

“Good morning, Mother,” he said and sat next to her on the
bed.

She couldn't help the flush that covered her cheeks. It
seemed wrong to be thinking such wicked thoughts about him while he was on the
phone with his mom. Especially about how she wanted to suck on h is piercings.

“I understand.” His voice dropped an octave and turned serious.
“I'll be there as soon as I can.” He listened and rested a hand on her knee.
“Yes. Shan, my student, will be coming with me.” He chuckled. “Yeah. I think
Dad will be happy to see her too.”

They exchanged pleasantries, and then he turned off the phone.
Tossing it on the bed next to him, he took her in his arms and pulled her back
into the softness of her rumpled sheets and comforter. The scent of her fabric
softener puffed up around them, and she sighed with contentment. Something
about the way he held her made her cup his cheeks and turn his face toward her.
Before he closed his eyes, she glimpsed deep pain in them.

“Devon?”

“That was my mom.” He stroked his hand over her hair and
down her back, placing small kisses on her forehead. “My father is…very ill.”

“I'm so sorry.” She mentally winced. So worried about her
own situation and herself, she never gave thought to what he was going through.
“What does he have?”

“Old age. My father is ninety-two, and the years are
catching up with him. His time on Earth is coming to an end.” He said this in
an even tone, but she could feel the sorrow in his aura. His emotions almost
felt like her own, but fainter, more like an echo of the real thing.

Wrapping her arms around him, she shifted and pulled his
head onto her chest. “He must have been pretty old when they had you.”

He started to say something but took a deep breath and
simply said, “Yeah.”

Rubbing his face against her chest as she did to him, he
spoke against her skin. “Shan, there's something you need to know.”

The fine short hair of his brush cut tickled against the tip
of her fingers. “What's that?” She hoped he couldn't hear the way her heart
sped at his words. Usually guys only said that if they were about to say
something they knew was going to hurt you.

“If…
when
you're
Chosen, you're going to change.”

“What?”

He leaned up on his elbow to look at her. “Each god and
goddess has a different effect on their Chosen, but one thing remains constant.
You are going to live longer, a lot longer.”

“What do you mean?” Her fingers trailed off his cheek,
enjoying the brush of stubble even as she tried to comprehend what he was
saying. “How much longer?”

“For every year a mortal ages, we age less than half a
year.” He brought her hand back to his face and kissed her palm, holding it
against his cheek. “My mother is one hundred and thirty years old.”

The breath left her lungs in a whoosh, and she put two and
two together. “Your father is mortal.”

“Yeah.” His teal eyes blazed with emotion. “My mother and
father both knew she would outlive him. They decided that their time on Earth
together was worth the inevitable loss.”

Tears filled her eyes. Wrapping her arms around him, she
tried to hug as much of him as she could. “Devon, I'm so sorry.”

“Hey, it's all right.” He pulled her back and wiped her
cheek. “He's not gone yet. When his time is up, I'll be as okay with it as I
can be. He's at peace with it.” Brushing away another tear, he gave her a small
smile. “It will be a great joy for him to meet you.”

The ramification of his words made her heart pound until she
grew dizzy. He couldn't mean what her soul hoped he did. Her mind argued that
he was simply talking about the chance for his father to meet his student, of
course.

Glancing at the clock on her bedside, he rolled off the bed.
“You get first dibs on the shower. It takes you longer to get ready.” He strode
over to her massive walk-in closet and threw open the double doors. “Holy shit.
It's like a store in here.”

“Get out of my closet,” she said with a huff and tugged at his
arm.

He scooped her up and pressed her against his chest. “Let me
pick out your clothes today, Kitten.”

“Umm…” His lips stroked against hers, rough and soft at the
same time, in a combination that had her pressing herself to him. It almost
frightened her how easily he could arouse her. He broke their kiss and looked
down at her, waiting for her answer. “Okay.” She cast a worried look behind him
at the racks of clothes.

“Good girl.” He smiled, and her pussy tightened. Already
those two words were being programmed into her mind as meaning a reward was on
the way.

He didn't disappoint. Laying her back on the tan carpet of
the closet's floor, he quickly tugged off her pants and spread her legs wide.
She squeaked at the abrupt intrusion, and his smile turned predatory. Looking
into her eyes, he lowered his head, and his nostrils flared as he took in the
scent of her arousal. “Hands above your head.”

Complying at once, she clasped her hands together and tensed
her body in anticipation. The smell of her clothing and the leather of her
shoes blended with her musk. His aura rubbed against her, and she felt an echo
of his desire. The strength of his lust had her moaning and arching before he
even touched her.

“I wish I had the time to savor you,” he said as his lips
moved along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. The first lick that parted
her labia had her hands jerking above her head. So good. He lapped at her with
broad strokes of his tongue. The crest of each lick dragged over her clit until
she thought she would lose her mind.

She bucked against his face, and he growled and held her
hips still.

More feather-light licks had her gasping and trembling
beneath him. Low, moaning growls worked themselves out of her throat as he ate
her pussy. Usually she tried to stifle her cries, but with Devon, she had no
fear of him thinking she was too loud. He swiftly took her to orgasm with his
talented mouth, eating her just how she liked it. Soon she was wound up all
over again, the wonderful pressure building as he continued to lick and suck at
her pussy like it was a delicious treat.

Abruptly, he pulled back, his lips shiny with her cream.
Crawling up her body, he shared a kiss with her that was almost as good as his
teeth on her clit. She cleaned his mouth, seeking every trace of her taste on
his tongue. When she went to reach for his cock, he batted her hand away.
Frustration boiled through her veins, but the thought of his big cock fucking
an orgasm out of her kept her in check.

He stood and pulled her up with him. Holding her in front of
him, he looked at her from head to toe. Unsure what to do with her hands, she
clasped them behind her back and stared at the thickness of his cock stretching
out the fabric of his shorts. She wanted him, badly. Right now.

“Kitten, go take a shower.”

“What? Are you crazy?” The words escaped her lips before she
could pull them back. One glance at his face showed it had closed into a cold
mask.

Without a word, he shoved over some clothes so there was a
space on the clothes rod. A shiver wracked her body as he took her hands and
placed them on the rod. The cool metal warmed beneath her skin as he squeezed
them there. “Don't move.”