Under His Domain (7 page)

“You need to lay down,” she told
him.
 
“You’ve had enough excitement
for one day.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” he replied,
and then he leaned forward and his lips met hers with exquisite precision.
 
The heat from his lips blossomed against
her lips, and Kennedy’s heartbeat tripled in speed.

The moment his tongue entered her mouth,
she seemed to melt against him and her legs opened slightly.
 
She wanted to feel
him,
she wanted to feel every part of him.

They’d only just begun discovering one
another’s bodies, and the anticipation Kennedy felt when kissing Easton was
beyond erotic.
 
It was like he lit
her entire body up with one caress, one touch,
one
kiss.

She was getting wet between her legs now.
 
As if he knew exactly what was happening
inside her, Easton’s hand slid down her body and began massaging her hip and
then continuing to slide towards her wetness.

Kennedy moaned, and it came from a place
deep in her chest, echoing out her throat, and then Easton’s mouth was taking
her in, and his breath was mixing with her own.

She could taste him, and she could even
taste a little of his blood.

They were mingling, they were coming
together, becoming one.

This
is what it means to be soul mates
,
she thought.

Somehow, that got her even more
excited.
 
She was positively
dripping now, and her hands moved across Easton’s chest, delicate, knowing he’d
been hurt, and not wanting to inflict further pain.

Still, at one point, as their kissing and
touching became more passionate, Easton hissed in pain.

Kennedy pulled away.
 
“You’re not in any shape to do this
right now.”

“I’m fine,” he laughed, trying to
reassure her.
 
“It was nothing, just
a twinge.”

She had an idea, despite his
protests.
 
“Lay down,” she said
sternly.

“Kennedy—“

“I said, lay down.
 
On your back.”

He opened his mouth as if to continue to
argue, but finally he relented.
 
Perhaps he realized just how much his body had been through.
 
Whatever it was, he lay back on the bed,
his head resting on a pillow.

She saw him sigh, and knew that this was
the right decision.

“I’m going to help you get comfortable,”
she said softly.
 

“I am comfortable,” he replied.

“Stop arguing with me, Easton.”

“I’ll stop when you climb into bed with
me.”

She ignored him, and instead worked to
undress him.
 
He protested only a
little, but allowed her to get his pants and shirt off.
 
It clearly hurt him to move certain ways,
so she had to be careful when she removed his clothing.

When she was done, he was lying on the
bed in nothing but his boxer shorts, and she could see, even in the shadows,
how battered and bruised his torso was.

It looked like he even had a few cigarette
burns on his forearm.

It made her angry to think that those men
had hurt him that way, and for what?
 
What had been the point of it all?

Nothing had been accomplished except more
people had been hurt and beaten and tortured.
 
Sometimes the insanity of people
astounded her.

“Hey,” Easton said, touching her hand
lightly as she sat next to him on the bed.

She broke out of her reverie.
 
“Hey.”

“Don’t be sad.”

“I’m not sad.
 
I’m just confused by how crazy people
can be, and why we hurt each other for no reason.”

“Not everyone is as kind as you,” he
said, and she could see the smile on his lips, even in the darkness.

“I’m not kind.”

“Yes you are.
 
You’re the kindest woman I’ve ever
met.
 
Your heart’s enormous, and I
want to be worthy of your affections.”

“I want to be worthy of your opinion of
me,” she said, smiling with him.

“Kennedy, you’re more than worthy.”

“Enough,” she said, her smile turning
wicked.
 
“Enough talking.”

“Why?”

“Shhhh.”
 
She put her finger against his lips and
then traced down his neck, chest, stomach, and finally reached his shorts.

Slowly, slowly, she slid his shorts down
his hips, which he arched slightly to allow her to take his boxers off.

His penis was erect, full, and Kennedy
had never wanted something so badly in her life.

Easton Rather was lying naked on a
bed.
 
She couldn’t believe her eyes.

He’s
letting me take care of him in every way.

Easton
finally trusts me.
 
He really trusts
me.

She was so wet now, and so loose and free
and happy.
 
There was nothing self-conscious
in her being, in her thoughts or movements.
 
There was only joy, as she contemplated
taking care of her man, making him feel the love that she had for him.

I
almost lost you, but you’re here and you’re everything I’ve ever wanted.

She massaged his muscular legs, relishing
the way his skin responded to her, enjoying getting to know his beautiful body.

He moaned with pleasure and she saw his
cock stiffen ever more, if such a thing was even possible.

She massaged up to the base of it,
allowing her face to get close enough to breathe against it, and then she
flicked her tongue out and touched the tip.

“Oh, God,” he said, and his body tensed
with anticipation.

Kennedy wanted it in her mouth, but she
knew now wasn’t quite the time just yet.
 
She continued massaging around it, kneading the muscles of his hips, his
abdomen, feeling the ripples and ridges of his steel abs.

Meanwhile, she was getting more and more
excited
herself
.

Touching him was almost as good as being
touched by
him.
 
Maybe, in its own way, it was better.

Because Easton didn’t trust lightly, and
he’d always been in total and complete control.
 
For him to allow this moment was
something that didn’t escape her attention.

This was an honor.

Kennedy rubbed his chest, and then his
shoulders.
 
For a moment, she straddled
him, and felt his hardness pressing into her pussy, and even through her layers
of clothing, it was almost enough to give her an orgasm.

She clenched her teeth, resisting.

“I want you,” he whispered, his hands
reaching up and caressing her breasts.

“No, not yet,” she said, holding his
hands and helping him to massage her breasts even more deeply.
 
She pushed her body into his hands,
feeling her nipples stiffen, biting her lower lip as a moan rose up in her
throat once more.

She wanted Easton’s cock to slide inside
her, to push past her folds, into her hole, as she tightened and constricted
against him until he could hardly move inside her.

But now wasn’t the time.

Kennedy got off him and began massaging
his whole body once more.

Easton was getting more and more relaxed,
breathing more deeply, and she saw his eyes close as he murmured something
unintelligible.

“Are you awake or asleep?” she whispered.

“I’m awake,” he said.
 
“It just feels so damn good.”

“This is nothing,” she said.

And then she was massaging down his
stomach, sliding her palms closer and closer to his groin.

He lifted his hips, and his enormous,
throbbing erection pulsed towards her face.

She leaned down and allowed her lips to
brush against the tip of it.

“God, Kennedy.
 
You’re killing me.”

She smiled, gently tickling his balls
with her fingertips and then sliding her hand up his shaft, lightly grazing his
skin.

He sucked in his breath.

Kennedy bent down and this time, took the
head of his cock into her mouth.

The feeling of his cock against her lips
and tongue was something that she couldn’t even begin to comprehend.
 
It was a feeling of power, of lust, of
complete and total intimacy on every level.
 
She opened her mouth wider and took him
into her mouth more fully.

Easton cried out and pumped his hips
forcefully.

She took her mouth off him and began
sliding her hand up and down his shaft, which was now slick from her saliva.

Kennedy put her mouth on his cock again,
allowing him to thrust freely against her tongue as she slid her lips further
down the length of it.
 
Soon she was
sucking him off freely, her head bobbing up and down, while her one hand
grasped the base of his shaft.
 
The
other hand pressed against his belly, feeling his breathing as he came closer
and closer to climaxing.

“Christ, that’s unbelievable,” he said,
and his voice hitched as she sucked harder.

She could tell that Easton was about to
explode.

Every muscle in his body became rigid and
he was like a tightly coiled spring.

Kennedy was excited now, waiting
anxiously for him to release all of himself, to give her his fluid.
 
She wanted to suck it in, drink it
down,
she wanted him to empty himself into her.

And then he did, and it was more than she
expected.
 
His come filled her mouth
and throat and much of it dripped out and escaped her lips.

Easton was still thrusting and pumping as
he continued to release more and more fluid.

“Oh, God—oh fucking hell.”
 
He thrashed a little, perhaps from the
sensitivity post orgasm.

She was still sucking.
 
She couldn’t stop.
 
She wanted everything.
 
She sucked the come off his cock, and
she massaged his balls and shaft and tried to get even more out.

When she was done, Kennedy sat back and
took a slow, deep breath.
 
“Wow,”
was all she could say.

“I don’t know what to say,” Easton told
her.
 
He was still breathing
heavily, as if he’d just run a mile at top speed.
 
“That was incredible.”

“I don’t know what came over me.”

“Whatever it was, I hope it comes over
you again soon,” he said, and his voice was light, as if he’d been relieved of
a burden.

His hand fell on her foot and rubbed it
gently.
 
“You should come to bed
now.
 
You’ve done enough for
me.
 
More than enough.”

“I’m just going to freshen up,” she told
him, getting off the bed and heading for the bathroom.

She entered the bathroom that was
connected to his master bedroom.
 
It
was strange, as she turned on the light and looked around.

She was in his private space and still
couldn’t get over the fact that he’d allowed her to be there.

Easton Rather didn’t just let anyone
in.
 
She knew him well enough to
know that much.
 

A nervous voice spoke in her mind, then.

What
if he changes?
 
What if he gets
afraid and pulls away again?

Her stomach tightened as the wave of
anxiety flooded her system.
 
She
didn’t want things to change between them.
 
She loved feeling safe, feeling that Easton was hers and she was his,
and that he’d do anything to keep her warm and held and loved.

But Easton was unpredictable.

Maybe
he’s just gone through a very emotional time, having been held against his will
and beaten.
 
Maybe he needs you now,
but once he heals emotionally and physically, he’ll go back to his old ways.

He’ll
forget about you.

Kennedy hated thinking this way.
 
She wanted to just enjoy the moment,
enjoy the intimacy that they’d found with each other.
 
But as she freshened up and looked at her
face in the bathroom mirror, she was struck by a sense that she wouldn’t be
able to hold onto this precious safety and comfort.

Easton
will change.

He
won’t always be like this.