While I bobbed my head, his large hands spread my legs further apart before inching his thick cock into my snug sex.
“Jesus. You’re so big,” I grunted through clenched teeth, though my obvious arousal was shameless.
“Relax your muscles,” he encouraged, sliding his stiff cock further inside. “Would you like me to lubricate your cunny to make it easier for you?”
There was no reason to answer him—we both knew the size of his cock was the issue, not a lack of moisture. Pressing forward, I did my best to envelope his ample girth as he continued stretching the walls of my nerve-filled sheath. “Are you almost in?”
“Be patient, my good girl, I’ll be filling you completely soon enough.” His raspy voice was filled with lust as he licked his finger and tapped it over my crinkled rosette. “Would it turn you on to have my finger between your cheeks while I fuck your pussy?”
I’m guessing his question was rhetorical, because he pressed his wet fingertip into my crinkled hole before I could answer. And yes indeed, it was instant gratification.
“Take my cock deep inside your cunt and squeeze it while I finger fuck your tight little ass.” His thick digit slowly and repeatedly pumped inside my bottom as his broad shaft drove into my taut sheath at the same time. If he assumed it would excite me to hear those dirty words, he was correct. And if he also assumed that filling my ass with his finger would take me over the edge with desire, he was correct again.
As my pussy relished the steady cadence of his throbbing broad cock, my anus shivered and pulsed from his penetrating finger. His hazel eyes were filled with desire and I could only guess mine were begging for a release, because he chose that moment to use two fingers on his other hand to rub circles onto my blazing hot button.
“If you ask politely, this sweet spot of yours will have my permission to beat like a drum.”
I exhaled a loud and dramatic gasp while mouthing the words, please, Sir.
“You may come now, my good girl.” His gravelly voice lowered in pitch as he held my shivering body firmly against his. Basking in the sensation of his hot skin pressed against mine, my clit vibrated with an instant pleasure, and a lustful surge of electricity barreled through me right before he released a guttural growl.
“Fuck, baby doll. I’m coming.” In seconds, robust rhythmic spurts powered into my nerve-filled channel, and I came one more time from the exhilarating sensitivity deep inside me.
Waiting patiently for my trembling to cease, he finally slid his cock from my soaked pussy and captured my lips with a tender kiss. “Now, go to sleep, my love. We have a big day tomorrow.”
The next day, I turned to find John still in bed next to me. Since I’d been staying in his house, he proved to be an early riser and was usually brewing coffee at the crack of dawn. But even though some experts think that night conversations are better because we’re more relaxed, I decided to try my hand at some eye-opening morning banter.
“Do you think it’s time I started writing my new novel?”
As he stared out the window into the morning sun, there was a glint in his eyes. “Without a doubt, you now have plenty of information in order to pen a book about a DD relationship.”
“Too bad I can’t write our story, it’s such a good one…” Stopping myself mid-sentence, I don’t know why such a ridiculous retort would escape my lips. He’d already made his views quite clear on the subject—and it was way too early in the day to be spanked.
John’s head cocked to the side. Never a good sign.
He didn’t need to speak—his expression spoke volumes. Of course, I loved that he wanted to keep our private life as something sacred. This was real life. Our life. But writing a true D/s narrative would be so much easier than creating some tale out of thin air. Naturally, there was no sense in continuing the conversation once his eyebrow slowly arched. The man was as serious as a heart attack, and he rarely changed his mind. “Did we or did we not have this conversation yesterday?”
“We did,” I said, snuggling my body into his. “Am I not allowed to feel disappointed with your ruling?”
“You may, but understand there are no appeals in my court, young lady. My decision stands firm.”
“In my father’s house, I wasn’t ever allowed to feel upset or angry. He said anyone who had a roof over their head and food to eat didn’t have a reason to be sad. And then he’d bring up all the horrors my grandfather endured in the concentration camp. I hated when he made that comparison.”
Wrapping his arm around my shoulders, he cuddled me close to his chest. “I’m a firm believer that children should never be robbed of showing emotion. Sadness and disappointment are most certainly a difficult part of life. But what you need to understand is that the willingness to look at those emotions directly also fuels empathy and a deep connection with others.”
“I’ve always had a tough time with relationships,” I admitted through a sigh.
“It’s never too late to try and connect with people, sweetheart.”
“Instead of feeling sad that I can’t write our story, I should try to be more compassionate and understanding where Jake is concerned. It’s selfish of me to be thinking of myself right now when he’s so worried about you. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be too hard on yourself,” he said, kissing the top of my head. “Whoever thought our business association would become so personal?”
“Do you think it was my destiny to live with a therapist?”
“I’m not sure what I believe about fate, but when it comes to family connections, it’s good to remember that the situations we’ve tackled in the past are what makes us the people we are today.”
Absentmindedly, I ran my finger along the neckline of his white t-shirt. “So, are you saying if my life had been different, I might not be interested in writing spanking novels? Which means I might not be here in bed with you right now?”
