He pulled tighter on my hair, raising me from the countertop and pressed my back against his chest as he continued to thrust hard into me over and over again. Slipping in and out with ease now that I was soaked and dripping down my thighs.
My pussy pulsed with pleasure, welcoming the sting from the stretch. With his arm firmly draped over my chest he held me in place as he fucked me relentlessly.
My lips parted as sounds I didn’t know I could even make escaped them. The mischievous chuckle he released into my ear was dark and knowing.
“Are you going to touch this perfect little pussy without my permission again?” His hand dropped to grip me, cupping my intimate area with his tattooed hand controllingly.
When I didn’t answer right away, his grip got tighter.
“No, Daddy, I won’t.” I nearly shouted through my moans. I was dangerously close to finishing. My body tensed and my legs began to tremble.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” he demanded.
“You, Daddy.” I quickly spit out, chasing my orgasm.
“That’s right, Delaney. This…” he squeezed his hand again where it remained cupped over my mound, “This belongs to me, and will always be mine.” He said each word through gritted teeth as if he were fighting against himself.
One more push and I was tumbling into an intense orgasm as my pussy spasmed and dripped all over his cock. I felt satiated as he filled me with cum when he found his own release, so much that it spilled onto the tiled floor.
His head rested on my shoulder. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was trying to escape from my chest.
A few minutes of silence passed as he held me tightly in his grip, my naked body pressed firmly against his chest. He was staring into the mirror where my exposed body was on display.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” He whispered, then released me from his hold.
My face was heated at his genuine and candid compliment, his thumb caressing my shoulder where it rested.
As if he had come out of a day dream, he took a long, deep breath in.
“You shower and get dressed, we will be heading back to the city within the hour,” his words echoed as he walked out of the bathroom, his voice was cold and suddenly absent of emotion.
Where have you been?
Dallas
Our ride home was quiet as we sped down the 5 freeway toward the penthouse. I needed to drop Delaney off so that I could get over to the club. It was unlike me to stay away so long but I really felt we both needed the time alone to figure each other out, and I did not want to rush into our dynamic and screw it up. If I wasn’t already thrown off by my infatuation for her, going away on a mini vacation with her did nothing but complicate the situation even more.
I know I could never really have her, like I want to have her, like I need to have her. Our contract will end soon and we will both be forced to go our separate ways. She will go back to her quaint home with Lacy, and I, I will go back to random sex with club members and nights alone at the condo, a life I normalized and accepted for so long that suddenly sounded damn lonely and cold. Repetitive. Even dull.
If I’m going to make it through the next three weeks I’m gonna have to disconnect myself from these confusing emotions and focus solely on the task I signed up for: Delaney’s introduction to the Dom/Subrelationship. Should be easy to shield my heart considering I don’t have one. I lost that portion of me years ago when I had Natalie ripped away from me and the rest of this cruel world.
Just as I felt myself being pulled into the puddle of self-pity I’m so very familiar with sitting in, the sound of Delaney intentionally clearing her throat brought me back from the spiralig darkness.
“Dallas, are you okay?” She asked in a small voice. I faked a smile that she couldn’t see.
“Of course, why do you ask?” I feigned ignorance and probably gave away my defensiveness by questioning her kind concern for me.
“Well uh, you haven’t said a word this entire drive and your knuckles have turned white on the steering wheel.” She gave me an adorable pointed look.
Despite my efforts to deflect her attention, I couldn’t help but feel comforted by her asking if I was okay, like she saw me, really saw me for me. My typical harshness in tone or demeanor doesn’t phase her, not that I intend to intimidate anyone, it is just noticeable when a woman especially is…comfortable with my edge.
“I’m fine. I just have a lot of work ahead of me to make up for leaving town. Try not to expect me to be around for the next few days. I’ll have someone with you at all times but I think I’m going to stay at the condo tonight. I need to be close to the club for a couple of nights.” My words were cold and frank. I needed to get away from her magnetic pull on me to clear my head of whatever it was that I was feeling for her. It wasn’t real, it just couldn’t be…
She got quiet and fidgeted with her skirt and without looking up she replied with a nearly silent, “Okay,” her voice laced with something I could only describe as disappointment.
I needed space to disconnect and get my bearings straight. There was no time to falter now with Teddy coming after us and the club.
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