Chapter 55

Vivian

"You will not come until I give you permission." His voice drops a few octaves. The consonants are like bullets slamming into my chest. I shudder, but the reaction mustn't be what he expected, for he hooks his fingers inside my channel. "What do you say?" he growls.

I focus my attention on his stern face and lick my dry lips. "Yes Sir."

"Yes what?"

Oh my god, this man will not be happy until I give him everything. "Yes—" I choke out. "Yes, my orgasms are yours, Sir."

"And?"

"A-and I won't come without your permission," I stutter.

"Good girl."

A shiver springs forth from my core and envelops my body. I'll never get over this absolute pleasure which envelops me when I please him.

He pulls out his fingers and places them against my mouth. "Open."

When I do, he thrusts his fingers down my throat imitating the path of his cock. "Taste yourself," he orders.

Jesus, his bossiness is the ultimate aphrodisiac. I curl my lips around his digits, and the taste of him and me, and of my arousal and his need, nearly makes my pussy clench. He presses down until I'm forced to open my mouth so wide, my jaw cracks. And when he replaces his fingers with his tongue, my knees give way. He grabs me by the tops of the backs of my thighs and pushes me into the door.

The blunt end of his dick teases my opening and I whimper. Warbled words reach my ears. I realize I'm trying to speak but don't know what I'm saying, but he must understand for he releases my mouth. "Not yet."

I almost burst out crying. "Please, please, please, Sir. I need to come. Please."

"Soon." His lips curve in a smile which I can only label as mean. Another layer of need grips my lower belly. My clit is the mythical red button, which the leader of the free world could press any moment to detonate nuclear missiles. My thighs are sore, my slit sobbing and swollen and begging to be put out of its misery. And still, he doesn't enter me, he merely drags his thick shaft between my pussy lips, again and again. I hump myself against the thick ridge, trying to get myself off. He laughs. Of course, he does. I shoot darts at him with my eyes, and that only adds to his general amusement. His eyes gleam like it's all a big joke, and the heat in my belly turns to part-anger, part-arousal. "You're a sadist," I gasp.

"Welcome to my world."

"I should hate you." I allow my features to soften. "But I love you. I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Raven."

With that, he squeezes my hips with enough force that I cry out. The next moment, he's hoisted me up, so my pussy is level with his mouth. He pins me to the wall with one hand, urging me to wrap my legs about his neck, and then he fastens his mouth on my clit. He sucks, and I yell. He continues to lick into my cunt and up my pussy lips, and when he bites down on my clit, the climax squeezes out from between my legs. "Sir, please, please, Sir!" I dig my fingertips into his shoulders, and he snarls against my swollen lower lips.

He releases his hold on my clit, then maneuvers my body so, once more, my legs are around his waist; only this time, he tears at my stockings until my inner thighs are bared. Then he enters me with one swift thrust. I groan, and so does he. I feel every centimeter of his rigid length. He feels about ten feet long, and as broad. It feels like I have the North Pole stuck up my cunt; not that it's actually pole, but you know what I mean? He's so deep inside me, it feels like he's splitting me in two. He holds me, pinned against the wall, with his palm flattened next to my head. The fingers of his other hand are curled about my hip to hold me immobile. He stares into my eyes, his own crackling with electricity. He stays there, throbbing inside me for a second, another. Heat pours off of him, sweat clinging to his temple. He grits his teeth, then slowly withdraws so I can feel every pull of our flesh. He stays there, balanced at my rim. "Do you want to come?"

I nod.

"Hold on."

He begins to pump into me, putting his bulk behind it. Fucking me with his soul, and his cock, and intention in every angle of his body, and when he hits that spot deep inside me and I cry out, he asks again, "Do you want to come?"

"Yes"—I clear my throat—"yes Sir!"

And he fucks me again, and again and again, the jut of his pelvic bone rubbing my clit with each thrust, until I'm poised, once more, on the crest of that wave threatening to sweep me away.

"Please," I croak, the sound a broken thread that seems to satisfy him, for he whispers back, "Give me your orgasm, baby. Come for me."

And my climax instantly pours out of me. I'm aware I throw my head back and meet with the hardness of his palm, that he must have placed behind my head to shield me. I'm aware of my cum flowing out to bathe his cock, and then with a low roar, he joins me. He holds me as the aftermath jolts me. Holds me against the sweat-stained front of his shirt. Draws his fingers down my hair in long soothing strokes that make me melt further. When my body quietens, he gently lowers my feet to the ground. When he pulls out, liquid dribbles down my inner thigh. We both watch as a trail of white gleams against my skin.

"Jesus," he breathes, then pushes the cum back up my thigh and inside my cunt.

"You're filthy," I manage to not moan when I say it.

"And you're mine." He kisses me deeply, and my heart bangs into my ribcage.

Something drums against my back, then, "Vivian, you guys in there?" A voice cuts through the thoughts in my head. I stiffen, but Q continues to kiss me.

"Viv? Vivian"

I recognize the woman's voice.

I push against his shoulder, and he releases me.

"That's Zoey, she must have come looking for us," I whisper.

"Vivian, you okay?" Zoey calls out.

"I... Yes," I call out, "we'll be out soon."

"Everyone's looking for you; don't take too long." She chuckles. "See you out there."

I straighten my clothes, then glance around. "I need to clean myself."

"No, you don't."

"What?" I frown.

"I want you to go out there with my cum dripping down your legs, so everyone knows who you belong to."

Oh my God, I shiver. That possessiveness in his tone is such a turn on. I'll never get over how much I love that I am his. My husband. My master. My dominant.

I lower my chin, and cast my eyes downward. "It is my honor to wear your cum, Sir."