Page 9 of Tame Me

I gently gather her hair with one hand and cup her face with my other. “Fuck, Ayla. You are such a good girl. You like sucking my cock?”

Ayla groans around my cock and nods. I rock my hips, and it allows her to stay still and take me. Her thighs are pressed together, and she is squirming. I decide to step back and sit on her bed. She promptly moves closer and puts her hands on my hips to lean over me and swallow my cock. This time, I let her have the control she is seeking. I gently stroke her hair as she sucks my cock, and I notice right away how she is positioned straddling my leg. I bring my knee up just ever so slightly, and she moans around my cock as she rocks her hips forward to grind her pussy against me.

“Oh, my sweet girl. You take me so well,” I groan. “Look at how desperate you are, Ayla. Rock your hips and take what you need.”

Ayla continues to rock her hips and rub her pussy on me, making her thighs tremble. I know she is making direct contact with her clit as she starts sucking me harder and quickening her hips.

“Fuck,” I groan, still gently stroking her hair. I want nothing more than to hold her down and fuck all the trauma out of her pretty little body, but I have to let her see that she can trust me. Letting her top like this allows her to find stability on her terms. She absolutely has a daddy kink, but I also know that will trigger her. Getting her to see that it has absolutely nothing to do with her piece of shit father and that it is a desire to feel protected is what will be the biggest challenge. One day, it will slip, and she will call me Daddy. That is the day she will spiral. I just have to make sure she knows that spiraling doesn’t have to be deadly anymore. She can spiral and pick herself up again, all while remaining submissive.

“There ya go, Ayla. Don’t stop,” I moan as the pleasure has reached an explosive point. She is moaning, and her body is trembling as she moves. Right as her thighs tighten, I pull her head down to push my cock to the back of her throat. She automatically sucks hard, and we come together.

Before she can realize what she has done, I grab her and pull her up to my lap. Her eyes are wide as she realizes that she just got herself off on my leg, but I don’t let her sit in that realization alone.

“That was fucking amazing, Ayla. I am so proud of you,” I praise her. “You did so well taking care of us. Did it feel good?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Good,” I say, holding her face and gently kissing her. When I pull back, she looks over me for a moment before bursting into laughter.

I am laughing so hard that tears are wetting my cheeks. Thane just watches me with a smile until I can speak. “I just fucking humped you like a dog, and you praised me like one. What the fuck?” I laugh.

“Should I get a newspaper and punish you for making a mess of my leg instead?” he questions with a smirk.

“No,” I giggle, but then stop. I feel frozen at the realization.

“What is it?”

“I’m… happy,” I say. “I haven’t felt happy in… a long time. Why am I happy?”

“Pretty girl, I am a sex and trauma therapist, not a psychic. Why are you happy?” Thane asks, resting his hands on my thighs as I straddle his lap.

“This,” I say. “I’m just… comfortable.”

“For now,” he says. “I’m not pushing you out of your comfort zone yet. You are hypersexual, and I’m allowing you to feed that trauma response in a way that isn’t triggering you.”

“What would trigger me?” I ask.

“Want me to show you?” he asks, and I nod.

Thane suddenly stands and spins me around before shoving me over the side of the bed. It flips a switch in my head, and I instantly panic. “Wait! Stop!” I yell as he positions himself between my thighs, where my feet are dangling. I try to push back to get up, but he pulls my arms behind my back to hold my wrists with one hand. His other hand moves between my thighs and starts rubbing my clit, making me audibly sob.

“You have a safe word, Ayla. Use it when you need, or I won’t stop,” he warns. I try to thrash out of his hold. I don’t want him to stop, though. How fucked up is that? I want him to force me; I just don’t want to hurt. I can’t help but wonder, though. If I say the safe word right before he is going to come, would he stop?

Thane has me moaning into the bed in short order, but I’m still crying. When he grabs my hips and slowly pushes his cock into me, I freeze as he stretches me.

“Fuck,” I growl. “Too big.”

“Mine,” he groans. “All mine now.”

“Prove it,” I challenge him. I want to get him worked up and then see if he is true to his word. This may be a stupid way of finding out, but I have to know. Thane holds onto my waist tightly as I grip onto the blanket, screaming into the mattress as he fucks me hard and deep.

My eyes roll back, and I am on the verge of coming when I realize that no one has come in me since the professor raped me. The mere thought of him instantly flips that panic switch again, and I scream the word.

“Red!” I shout. “Red! Red! Please stop. Please don’t. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I hardly got the word out of my mouth, and he instantly stopped and scooped me into his arms. I still go on a spiral of saying the word over and over again while apologizing for something that he clearly saw coming.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” I cry into his chest as he holds me.

“Shhh, Ayla. You did so well,” Thane says gently. “I’m so proud of you.”