“You’d better not let my cum spill from your mouth, or I’ll have you lick it off the floor.” His movements become more stuttered, and I know he’s about to come.
I squeeze my eyes shut, preparing to taste him for the first time—to tasteanyonefor the first time. I hate the idea, but somehow, it also drives my desire higher. Something coils tight within me, making me rub harder, moaning around his cock.
He tightens his grip on my hair, and the pain that erupts in my roots somehow gives me that last nudge over the edge. I sputter and gasp, jerking from the force of the orgasm, screaming around his cock. And at that same moment, he comes.
He releases a deep, rumbling growl, and thick ribbons of cum shoot inside my mouth. I keep rubbing myself, dragging out the pleasure even as I struggle not to gag at the thick sensation of his cum filling my mouth. I swallow when he pulls out, but it only clears the cum at the back of my throat. My stomach contracts, and I suppress a wave of nausea. I blink against the room before me, staggering on a precipice that might throw me into a panicked fit of disgust.
“Ugh,” I whimper, gulping hard as another wave of nausea stutters in my stomach.
Ian steps behind me. “Swallow,” he demands and covers my mouth with his big hand. “Do it, Jenna.” He sinks to his haunches, surrounding me with his warmth as he holds me tight. It grounds me, lending me the strength to stay afloat and swallow his cum, one gulp at a time.
“That’s it, every last drop,” he praises, sweeping his thumb across my cheek while he keeps the seal over my mouth tight. “Do you like the taste of me?”
I’m inclined to shake my head, but I’m not even sure such a response would be truthful. As I swallow the last ribbon of cum and only the salty taste remains on my tongue, I feel strangely connected to him, like he has left his mark on me, claiming me in a very primal and visceral way.
I don’t answer his question, but when I sink into him, he seems to take it as an answer.
With a chuckle, he presses a kiss to the side of my head. “I thought so. Good girl.” He releases my mouth to stroke the side of my face, giving me some time to process before he finally helps me to my feet. “Now, let’s get some real food in you.”
He takes me by the hand and leads me to the kitchen, where the table is set and a big pot at the center emits a hearty fragrance of rosemary and slow-cooked meat.
“Did you cook?” I ask with surprise.
He pulls a chair out for me. “I did.” When he sees my surprised look, he adds, “I told you I was going to take care of you.” He levels me with a stern look that feels way too fatherly considering the taste of his cum lingering on my tongue. “You’re my responsibility now, Jenna.”
We eat in silence. The stew is delicious, and I enjoy simply savoring the taste and basking in the post-orgasmic bliss.
Once we’re done eating and my head has cleared somewhat, I ask, “Where is Killian?”
“He’s at school, practicing.”
“Does he do that often? On a Sunday?” I fidget with the edge of the tablecloth. Ian has told me several times, both today and yesterday, that Killian won’t bother me for a while, but the knowledge that he’s around hangs like a latent threat over my head. I don’t trust Killian to be of the same mind as his father.
“When I said he’s not going to bother you, I meant it, Jenna.”
I cast my eyes down, hating that he sees my doubt, but trust doesn’t come in two days. He must surely understand that. “How do you know?” I ask.
“Because I told him not to.”
My frustration grows, and I clutch my hands around the hem of my skirt as I struggle to reel it in. I don’t want to risk a punishment, but I also need to know for sure. “What if hedecides he doesn’t want to follow your rules?” After all, he’s a grown man. This might be Ian’s house, but he can’t control Killian like that.
“Jenna, Killian badly wants you, and he knows I’m not going to let him have you if he crosses the lines. He’ll stay away from you. Until I decide you’re ready.”
I push a shuddery breath through pursed lips. “What will happen when you decide I’m ready?”
“I’ll send you upstairs for him to play with. Once he’s done, you’ll come back down here so I can take care of you.”
I keep my eyes closed while he speaks, trying to hold the hovering panic at bay, but it creeps closer with every word he speaks.
“But only when you’re ready,” he stresses.
“What if I never will be?” I ask in a thin voice.
“Not when youfeelready. WhenIsay you’re ready.”
I part my lips, shaking my head in utter defeat. A few minutes ago, I felt safe. All I wanted to do was sink into Ian’s arms and let him hold me. Now, I just want to crawl into a hole and hide.
“You need to learn to trust that I know what’s best for you.”
