His rough hand ran down her cheek, making her close her eyes. "Nothing that you don't want."
Lauren sat up, holding onto his shirt with sweaty hands and took a deep breath. "Okay."
She was surprised by the sudden ferocity of his kiss, but then Thomas pulled back. "If you want me to stop, you will say 'red.' If you would prefer I slow down, you will say 'yellow.' Like, stoplights. Do you understand?"
That's what Arabella meant about 'safe words,' Lauren realized. She may have been a virgin, but that didn't make her clueless. "Okay," she managed, trying to nod decisively.
Thomas stepped back. "Unbutton my shirt."
Tongue slightly between her teeth, Lauren did as he told her.
"Good girl, now take it off." Her hands smoothed away the fine cotton and pulled his shirt away from his broad shoulders. He was beautiful in the light from the kitchen's warm glow, and she sighed a little in appreciation. "Touch me."
No hesitation, her fingers slid over his biceps, his sculpted pectorals and abdominal muscle firm, but without the overly sculpted look from endless, self-indulgent hours in the weight room.
"Now, I'm going to touch you, little girl." Lauren's eyes closed and she shivered a little as he pulled her to her feet, letting her unbuttoned dress slide down her body along with her bra, leaving her in a pair of white undies. Plain cotton ones, not the fancy bits The Corporation Wives had given her. "So sweet, " he approved, kneeling to run his mouth along them, puffing warm breaths of air and finally making her shriek in surprise his lips and teeth fastened over the fabric shielding her hard clitoris. It felt like nothing was there to stop him and Lauren was shocked and embarrassed to realize how close she was to coming. "Hold on to the table, baby..." she yelped again as Thomas slung a leg over each shoulder and attacked her pussy, throwing her off balance and forced to grasp wildly at the wood surface to steady herself as he yanked her panties aside and ran his tongue along her and then pointed it, jabbing it into her opening. She felt the vibration of his chuckles against her center as her husband soothed, "That's all right, lovely girl. I'm going to make you come now. Go ahead as soon as you're ready, but-" here, his hands tightened down on the soft skin of her thighs and Lauren froze. "I want to hear every single sound, baby. Every whimper. Every moan. Can you do that for your Sir?" His mouth was attacking her again by then and all she could do was nod helplessly as she squeezed her thighs against his head, gasping at the feeling of his lips, tongue, and teeth all moving against, inside and around her. And when two thick fingers slid up and inside her, Lauren let out a very unladylike yelp.
"OH! Oh, my GOD that feels-" her flailing hands were seized and held over her head as her beautiful and frightening husband rose and loomed over her.
He looked her over, mouth still wet from her pussy. "I'm going to make you scream, little girl," he promised in a husky tone. Before her dazed senses could register the unzipping of his trousers and the smooth rasp of the fine wool down his thick thighs, Thomas had shoved his entire cock up inside her, making Lauren's entire body stiffen like she'd grabbed a live wire and she shrieked in surprise and pleasure and relief as she came screaming, just as he'd ordered. And again, hearing Thomas groan as he braced his feet to push up into her harder against the convulsing walls of her channel, enjoying her body's slick efforts to push him out and clutch his cock at the same time. His arms slipped under her knees and pulled her wider, making Lauren grasp vaguely for the edges of the table, looking up at his eyes, narrowed and vaguely feral, a hard set to his jaw. She was reminded of their dance together when his hips slipped into a sinuous rhythm, sliding and slipping his cock in and out of her as his thumb moved from her leg to her clit, drumming it lightly as he began pushing into her harder. "I do believe," he said, just a bit breathlessly, "that you have one more orgasm inside this tight little cunt for your Sir, don't you?"
"I..." she was still staring at him, watching the cords in his neck tighten as he seemed to fight against his own finish. After his thumb pressed down and began moving in a more determined, circular pattern Lauren grabbed at his arms.
Thomas bent lower, purring as he smiled devilishly against her mouth. "One. More."
"Yes Sir!" his wife gasped as she mindlessly obeyed him and came, clamping down so hard that his head fell backward, then dropped to her chest. Lauren's hands looped around his shoulders as Thomas buried his face between her breasts, growling harshly as he shoved once, then again, and one more time until she felt the heat of him finish through her, warming her lower half as she shook against all her nerve endings below her waist firing off, all at once.
"Such a good girl," Thomas praised hoarsely against the soft skin of her chest. "Such a very, good girl. Your Sir is so pleased."
Chapter 10 – Until I Take It Off You
In which Lauren finds it increasingly difficult to say "no" to Thomas, even if she knows she should.
Had Lauren been given a moment to consider what she might think a Dom/sub sexual encounter might include, it wasn't being held immobile in Thomas's huge walk-in shower as he easily kept her legs open, resting his chin on her shoulder and enjoying the sight of the showerhead spurting water in a staccato rhythm against her bare and defenseless clitoris. He'd lifted her up by her thighs, resting her back against his broad chest and then spreading her legs wide. Naturally, Lauren immediately attempted to close them, embarrassed, but Thomas refused to budge, having angled one of the showerheads just so. She'd not noticed at the time until her diabolical spouse turned the water on.
"T- Thomas?" she gasped, hand flying back to slide through his hair, "This is really inten- AH! -Intense and I'm- AH! GOD!" She could feel his chest shake with laughter as she writhed in his grip, trying to close her legs against the implacable spray of the water against really, what was a decisively overworked portion of her body. After the wild episode on the table, Thomas had stayed inside Lauren as he carried her up the stairs to their bedroom, the curl and stretch of her walls around him hardening his cock again. He'd made her sit upright, chests pressed together so he could feel the arch of her back, hear her moan as he easily bounced her up and down on his shaft. But back to the present. This was round three- did it count as three if Thomas just used his fingers and the shower head?- and Lauren was fairly certain she'd be walking with a limp in the morning.
His dark head bent closer, enjoying Lauren's pretty face, made lovely and carnal from her orgasm, mouth wet and open, lashes fluttering as she fought to hold on to her sanity.
"So beautiful," Thomas mused, "so beautiful for your Sir." He could tell by the desperate movements of her once-strong legs, muscles now slack and shaking, that his lovely new wife was quite finished. His darker, more greedy side wanted to push her lithe body harder, force her to come again and again until she couldn't remember how to beg him to stop.She's new to this,he reluctantly reminded himself. Groaning internally, Thomas gently rinsed her slickened thighs and pussy and closed her legs, shifting Lauren to carry her bridal style out into the bedroom and wrapping her in a big terrycloth robe.
Gingerly shifting her hips and trying to find a more comfortable position for her sore and throbbing center, Lauren sleepily opened her eyes as she felt her head lifted and put on her mysterious and scary husband's long thigh. He was holding a brush- one of those fancy silver ones, broad with a raised "W" on the back.
"That's a pretty brush," the girl mumbled, feeling slow and clumsy as she tried to make her lips move properly.
"It's quite useful," Thomas said oddly, a hint of mirth in his voice. Lauren's brows drew together in confusion, but it seemed like too much effort to appear puzzled and she made a vague affirmative-sounding noise. "I'm going to brush your hair, little girl. Just relax. You've been so very good for your Sir."
"Sirrrr...?" Lauren groaned in frustration. Why couldn't she form a coherent sentence?
Running the bristles gently through her blonde curls, Thomas grinned, just a bit. "You're frustrated because you're sleepy and confused, aren't you? Having trouble trying to talk?" Her head nodded and she hummed in agreement. Running the brush through the next section of hair, he soothed, "You're in subspace, baby. When you've had a particularly intense evening, your body produces endorphins and enkephalins, which can make you feel a bit like you're having an out of body experience."
He waited, continuing to use the elegant silver brush on her hair until Lauren stirred enough to mumble, "Oh. Okay."
Thomas knew she was too intelligent to not want to know more about what he'd done to her, but his bride was exhausted and she needed rest. Another dark smile crossed his lips. She was going to have trouble getting out of bed in the morning. "It's time to sleep, lovely," he soothed, brushing his mouth on her forehead. "Be a good girl and close your eyes. I have you safe." Lauren was out like a light, most likely before he even finished the sentence, but The Corporation's terrifying Number Two carried on brushing her hair, looking forward to the time he'd be using the other side on her shapely little ass.
Thomas was in fact, shaving in the gleaming master bath when he heard the pathetic whimper the following morning. Grinning, he ambled out into the bedroom, wiping the shaving cream off his face as he surveyed the limp form of his bride attempting to get out of bed. She was making a sort of pitiful paddling motion with her hands, much like baby turtles trying to get into the surf before the seagulls caught them. When her resentful gaze met his, Williams schooled his features into something resembling concern.
"Ah, good morning darling. I suspected you might be a bit uncomfortable today." He leaned over her, clad only in a white towel wrapped around his waist and a slightly lecherous smile.
