Still (21 page)

Helping her, serving her, being there for her made him feel whole.

The cool marble of the foyer changed to the warmer wood of the stairs beneath his feet as he climbed. The fountain was still on and he loved the golden light. There was something almost dreamlike about it. This room matched the butterfly room in the hints into the designer’s beautiful soul. While he had no doubt Michelle could do shit to him that would be erotic torture, and could be cruel if she wanted to, her spirit was too gentle to truly hurt someone. His earlier ignorant views about all Dominatrices being man hating, ball crushing, sadistic bitches couldn’t be further from the truth if Michelle and Yuki were any example of what a Mistress was truly like. Everything she did to him, with him, was for their mutual pleasure and never once had he felt abused. If anything he felt cherished in a weird way.

He hoped he made her feel the same way because he sure as shit recognized that she was the greatest gift God had ever given him.

Shadows enveloped him as he walked across the second floor landing to her room. The door was open and a soft golden light poured out. He wandered in, giving his eyes a moment to adjust. Michelle was an indistinct lump among the pillows of her decadent bed. When he’d been eating her sweet pussy on those sheets he’d been embraced in that same comfort and yearned for it.

He really wanted to join her up there, but he hadn’t been invited. As he wandered closer the he realized the light source was a single white candle burning in a black Native American pot filled with sand. Then he got close enough to get a good look at her and his heart stopped. She’d dusted herself in some type of powder that made her skin sparkle with gold. Every breath she took made her skin shimmer, from her parted lips down to the first hint of a soft pink nipple.

She slept on, oblivious to his frantic battle against his baser instincts. Saliva flooded his mouth and his dick ached. She rolled fully over onto her back providing him a new view to enhance his obsession with her. The gold ring on his cock stretched a bit to accommodate him, but not enough to keep from driving him crazy. One of her arms was flung out to the side and the silk sheet had drawn up enough to reveal the smooth outline of her hip and upper thigh. That skin also sparkled and she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

With every breath he took he became more saturated with her scent. He stood on a precipice and chose the nobler path that would leave him with only a case of blue balls, if he was lucky.

Moving as quietly as possible, taking his time, Wyatt lifted the sheet from the end of the bed. He held it up and slid beneath it until he was between the cradle of her thighs. She shifted and he stayed still, his breath warming her pussy. And, fuck, what a pretty cunt it was. Full outer lips barely hiding the pink within, bare of any of the golden hair that covered her mound.

For a moment he only looked at her, committing her body to his memory forever. Then he lapped at her, long licks that slowly parted her labia, gently working his way in. She moaned something incoherent and he moved closer, his wide shoulders now spreading her thighs, giving him greater access. He bit his way around her mound, drawing blood to that sensitive area, making her cry out softly.

He was pretty sure she was fully awake now by the way she grabbed the back of his head and pressed him harder against her now swollen sex. Her essence rolled over his tongue and now it was his turn to groan. Desire permeated every inch of his body and he paused, exploring the sensation and reveling in how fucking hot it made him. The head of his cock slid against the silk sheets with his movements and he found himself unable to stop thrusting. While it was nowhere near as satisfying as having a woman beneath him, it still felt good.

Especially when Michelle cried out his name.

He brought his thumb to her pussy and played with the soaking wet entrance to her sheath. Turning his attention to her clit, he slowly rubbed up one side of the hard nub and down the other, all the while gently pressing his thumb against her entrance, but not penetrating her. Her movements became restless and she arched her hips, trying to get him inside.

When her grip on his hair tightened to a painful degree he slid his thumb into her, and pressed down on her pelvic floor. One of his lovers had clued him into that trick and every woman he’d ever done it to had loved it. While he could give her three of his fingers to feel stretched, pressing downwards made it feel like she was being fucked by something much bigger than a thumb.

Sure enough, she shuddered against him and began to rock on his face, a liquid roll of hips that had him aching with need. The more turned on she became the more turned on he became until he was rubbing his cock in earnest against the bed. He kept up a steady rhythm with his thumb, following her lead for how much she wanted and when. She continued to writhe, to grow more aroused until her hot sheath gripped him like a fist.

He’d never been so tempted to be inside a woman in his life, but he wasn’t the kind of man who took what wasn’t offered. So instead he focused on driving her crazy. She bore down hard on him, little tremors stiffening her limbs. When he gave her clit an experimental suck she screamed and he smiled against her.

Seemed like his Domina was ready for her orgasm.

He held her clit gently between his teeth and lashed it with the tip of his tongue. She stilled beneath him, then exploded. Her pussy practically sucked on his thumb and his own orgasm took him by surprise, his seed shooting out onto the bed beneath him. He couldn’t help imagining what it would feel like to have those delicate muscles milk his dick and he rubbed his cock against the sheets, overwhelmed by her response. Pleasure shook him from the inside out and he struggled to keep eating her, to make sure she got as much from her orgasm as she could. When they’d both stopped shuddering Michelle lifted the blanket with a lazy smile.

“Should I pretend that I invited you to do that?”

He pulled himself up her body until he lay next to her in the bed. “I was hoping that we could consider that an entrance fee.”

“An entrance fee for what?”

“To get to sleep in this bed. I don’t know about you, but I’ve slept on enough shitty floors to last me a lifetime. You can tie me up, chain my dick to the ceiling, whatever, just let me sleep next to you tonight.”

She looked down at his slowly relaxing cock, at the smear of come against his lower abdominal area, and back up to his face. A flush filled his cheeks at her sudden look of understanding. “Did you come?”

Embarrassed, he nodded. “Yeah, you have a wet spot at the foot of your bed.”

“From eating my pussy?”

“I told you I loved to do it. I wasn’t lying.”

A wicked gleam entered her gaze and she scooted closer to him, reaching down to stroke his dick. The head was particularly sensitive right now and he gritted his teeth against the pleasure/pain of her touch. “I know what I want you to start working on. It shouldn’t take you too long.”

“You mean for your dungeon?” Blood continued to flow back into his cock and he enjoyed the lazy way she was toying with him.

“Mmmm hmmm.” She traced the metal circles of the cock ring. “I take it you don’t have a gold allergy?”

“Umm, nope.”

Her fingers tapped along the ring, making it vibrate in a way that stole all coherent thought. A second later the clench of the rings disappeared and he watched as she drew it off his dick and balls, a tight grip that forced pre-cum from the tip of his dick. She paused and licked him clean, leaving him with his head thrust back into the pillows, gripping the sheets. When she pulled away he groaned with frustration, wishing she’d do that for the rest of their lives.

The bed shifted as she moved and he looked up, watching her crawl across the bed, her still wet pussy being pressed between her thighs. The way her heart shape ass wiggled was a work of art and he wondered if he got to play with her ass if he'd let her play with his. Might be almost worth it if it meant someday he’d have that little pink anus spread around his shaft.

She bent over and opened her bedside drawer. This only exposed more of her deep pink cunt, and the hard bud of her clit. There was no doubt in his mind now that she knew exactly how much she was teasing him and how much it turned her on. She brought her legs close together and squeezed her thighs, her ass clenching.

“You are an evil woman, Domina,” he said in a raspy voice.

She laughed and crawled back over to him, her breasts swaying with her movements in an utterly distracting way. He had no idea where she’d gotten that glitter stuff, but it made every bit of her flesh a work of art. He couldn't help but chuckle and rub at his mouth.

“What?” Michelle asked as she settled next to him.

“Do I have glitter all over my mouth?”

She looked closer and started to laugh. “Oh dear. You look like you gave Tinkerbelle oral sex.” She slid closer to him, her pubic mound pressing against the head of his cock. “I like it. If we ever go to a club together I’m going to cover my pussy in glitter and make you eat me out in the car before we go in. I want everyone who looks at you to know that you are mine, and it's my pussy they smell on your breath.”

He stared down at her, mildly shocked by her brazen statement. And that was saying something considering he’d spend most of his adult life around the filthiest mouthed motherfuckers to ever walk the earth, the US Marines. Well, Michelle had been exposed to them as well so maybe he shouldn’t be too surprised.

Shaking his head, he gave her a mock disapproving look. “You are so kinky.”

“Yes, I am.” She resumed stroking his cock, now pressed between their bodies. “The cock ring I’m about to put on you can be worn at all times. You might want to take it off when you shower, but other than that you can do all of your normal daily stuff while you wear it. I like the thought of a visible, tangible reminder of my ownership being on you at all times.”

Unable to respond to the depth of emotion in her eyes, the pleasure of her touch, he nodded and rolled back onto the bed, taking her nude body with him so that she landed astride his stomach with his cock resting against her ass.

“I’m at your mercy, Domina.”

She snorted and moved off of him, much to his disappointment. Her warm fist gripped him and he was amazed at his recovery time around her. It seemed like she merely had to want him and his dick was hard. The wet suction of her mouth engulfed his cockhead and he looked up just in time to watch her nose hit his pubic hair. Then she slowly pulled up, catching his gaze as he watched the wet path she left behind.

After releasing the head of his dick with a pop, she gave him a teasing smile. “Had to lube you up first.”

He gave a laugh that sounded more like a wheeze as she slid the first gold ring down. Then she gently cupped his sac and eased his balls through the second gold ring one at a time. He groaned when the ring around his dick finally slid into place. Pausing, she nuzzled his balls and made his back bow as blood rushed to his cock.

She sat back on her heels, giving him a hell of a view. “There.” She leaned over and switched off the light, crawling unceremoniously across him to her side of the bed.

He stared up at the ceiling, wondering if he could die of blue balls.

“Wyatt, come over here and cuddle me.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Don’t be a brat. You’re too much of a gentleman to ever do anything that I’m not ready for. I know that and you know that, now spoon me before I beat your ass and make you sleep on the floor.”

He grumbled, but rolled over next to her with a sigh, sinking into the bed. He felt embraced, cared for, and very comfortable. The ache of his cock began to fade, then roared back to life when she wiggled enticingly against him. Her soft laugh made his teeth clench, but he managed to restrain himself from spanking her.

He had a feeling that would end badly.

So he endured her teasing wiggles until she fell asleep, and he began planning his morning revenge.

Chapter 10

Michelle was rudely jerked from her erotic dreams about Wyatt when he yanked the covers off of her before opening her curtains, letting hot Texas sunshine into her room.

“What the fuck!”

“Morning, Doc. Get up, we’re going for a run.”

“I’m going to shoot you.”

“Don’t be such a whiner, get up.”

Irritation rankled her spine, but she also kinda liked his shouty drill instructor voice. It reminded her of him yelling at his grunts. She’d always stop and watch the way his men scrambled to do whatever he said, intimidated as hell by this big Gunnery Sergeant. Her big Gunnery Sergeant. She stretched on the bed and noticed a restlessness about him.

“Why are you acting all odd? What are you up to?”

He winced. “Damn, I can never fool my sister either.”

With a bounce in his step he came to her bedside, dressed in a pair of jogging shorts. If he planned on running without a shirt she just might forego beating him to death for waking her up at this ungodly hour. Sitting up, she tried to run her fingers through the tangled fuzz of her hair. “Jesus, you remind me of a hyperactive dog.”

He growled, then lunged at her. Despite the violence of the initial move he cradled her so she gently landed on the bed and pressed himself up on his arms. “I have a surprise for you. But you need to be out of the house for a little bit in order to get it set up.”

His enthusiasm tickled over her like bubbles and she couldn’t help but smile back. “Do I get to punish you later if your surprise doesn’t merit a break-of-dawn run?”

“I…I guess so. I mean yes, Domina.” He pressed his pelvis against her, enough so she felt his heavy arousal between her legs. “If I’ve displeased you, I beg for your punishment.”

Holy shit.

The joy lifted from his face, a much more adult, dark desire taking its place. Their eyes met and a delicious electricity fused them together. He felt huge against her, all male strength and lust. So different from a woman’s slow build-up to desire. Men could go from zero to ready to fuck in the blink of an eye. Not that she minded one bit.