Dominion Trust Series - Vol.1 (91 page)

She hoped those sticks wouldn’t survive the next five minutes in her hair.

His hand snaked up her thighs, lifting the mini-skirt with it, his fingers finding the heat of her sex, her gasp loud as he touched the labia that seemed to be permanently swollen now. First trimester was behind her, and thankfully, so were her bouts of nausea.

It was replaced by a sex drive that seemed to be rocketing into outer space.

She wondered how much of it was the fact she’d been deprived of him for almost three weeks — battery operated boyfriend notwithstanding — and how much of it was the hormones. Hadn’t she read that in several of the books she’d been perusing? Those books had been coy, of course, or maybe simply clinical.

‘You may see a noticeable increase in your libido.’

Noticeable? Who the fuck were they kidding? Her pussy seemed to be hot and swollen on a more or less permanent basis now, her nipples hardening at even the thought of sex.

“Down on your knees,” Keihl said, his breath hot against her neck, his big body turning her and trapping her against the wall. “Now, Kirsten.”

She dropped, pulling down his slacks as she went, exposing the heavy cock rearing up, the large scrotum she took in her palm. He groaned as she stroked his testicles, lifting them, and squeezing gently. She looked up at him, taking the burning shaft of his cock in her hand.

His gaze met hers as his hands stroked through her hair, the sticks clattering to the wood floor as he divested her hair of them, replacing them with a firm grip of his fist.

“Suck, Kirsten.”

She smiled up at him, then took the thick cock between her lips, her mouth

watering. Inhaling the musky male scent of him, she sucked him deep, the head pushing for the back of her throat.

“Look at me as you do it.” He yanked at her hair harshly, and her gaze opened to his as she worked him with her lips, her tongue sliding up and down the shaft.

He pushed farther, holding her head tight, and she froze, knowing what he wanted, concentrating on relaxing her throat. He plunged deep, holding for a moment, as her throat pulsed, then pulled back, holding his cock in his fist, tapping the now swollen purple head against her cheek, before plunging deep again.

“Hold it, girl. You can do it.”

He forced it even deeper this time, until her nose was pressed to the wiry nest of his pubic hair, holding her head fast to him as her throat clicked, as she willed herself to open to him, to let him have her at his speed, in his way. She was his, and she wanted nothing more than to show him how much she wanted to
be
his.

Then he pulled back, telling her to suck on the head, to lick the slit, to lap at his balls. She did all of it, without question, loving this, wanting to obey him, to show him how much she’d missed this, missed being his — only his.

She sucked him hard then, her cheeks hollowing, the hallway silent except for the sounds her mouth made on Keihl’s cock, his labored breathing. She could feel his balls draw up tight, his cock swelling even larger.

“Fucking slut,” he growled. “
My
slut!”

“God, yes,” she breathed as he pulled her off him harshly, the stinging grip of his hand in her hair just spiraling her desire even higher. She lifted his balls in her palm again, loving the heaviness of them, the heat against her skin.

“Put your hands behind your back, slut.”

Her pussy spasmed at the order, at the words. He didn’t often talk to her like this, but it was the stuff of her darkest dreams when he did, that animal lust that he took such pains to keep under control, now unleashed upon her. She hoped he’d unleash it more often.

“Open those lips, Kirsten. I’m going to fuck that mouth, and then I’m going to come down your throat.”

He drove into her, crowding her back against the wall until the back of her skull was pressed tight to it, the strong, muscular thighs seeming to surround her, his body all around her now. His fist tightened in her hair, and she whimpered at the hot pain at her scalp. His thrusts grew more urgent, her lips tight about him, wishing that thick cock was thrusting between the throbbing lips of her sex. She clasped her own elbows behind her back, letting the gag reflex take her as he repeatedly drove to the back of her throat. She tried to look up at him as he fucked her mouth, her head bouncing against the wall at each thrust. He was too close though, her vision taken up by his torso, the line of dark hair that led down that hard belly toward the pubic hair that rasped against her lips at each plunge into her throat.

“Thought about… this mouth… while I was gone,” he grunted between each thrust. “These soft lips. Made… for me.”

This was right, her on her knees, her mouth serving him. It was simple, and perfect, and wonderful.

And she was his.

He pushed forward with a harsh groan, holding her forehead to his belly, as she felt his cock pulse over her tongue. She pulled on it, tried to suck even harder as his come poured forth, spurting deep, down her throat just as he’d promised. He kept her tight against him as his hips gave little, sharp jerks.

“Swallow all of it, slut! Every fucking drop,” he ground out, his cock pulling free from her lips, her tongue following it.

She collected another drop of his essence from the slickened, swollen head, tasting the salt of him. Then she swallowed it all down, smiling up at him at his pleased murmur.

“Good girl,” he said, his smile beaming down upon her like brilliant rays of sunshine.

She darted forward, her gentle tongue seeking his softening cock. He inhaled sharply, her hands closing upon his powerful thighs, feeling the tremor going through his body, as she licked him clean, even laving the balls, as they lolled in the loose, soft scrotum.

He leaned an arm against the wall above her, his chest heaving, his smile still bright. “Now,
that’s
a good way to be welcomed home!”

God, just the start. Please God, let it be just the start.

“Told you I wanted you home,” she said, tilting her head up at him, her hands stroking the hard muscles of his thighs.

His hand dropped to her hair again, his fingers combing the strands back from her face, stroking though the heavy weight of it until she almost purred. How she loved it when he played with her hair. Then his eyes flashed, one eyebrow lifting.

“On your feet, girl. We’re just getting warmed up.”

* * *

H
e sprawled on the couch, fly still unbuttoned, the dark pubic hair a mere shadow, hinted at in the folds of his clothing. His shirt was still on, but unbuttoned, the powerful chest, the dark, flat nipples, the hard, defined abdominals, exposed to the air, and her lust-filled gaze. She could see, smell, the sweat upon his skin. She wanted nothing more than to lick all those muscles. Perhaps if she were good, he might let her. For now, as she stood before him at attention, she’d have to be content with looking at him from afar, the taste of his seed still upon her tongue.

“I did some thinking while I was gone.”

“I should think so,” she murmured, giving him a mischievous smile. “Might be difficult to do your lawyering stuff without thinking. Or is it all instinct for you bloodsuckers?”

“You’re going to pay for that one,” he said, giving her a raised eyebrow, his lips quirking. “Cruisin’ for a bruisin’ I see?”

“A girl has needs.”

Christ, did she. The lips of her sex were so slick, she was positive it would start dripping any moment, a shaming drop of it meandering down her thigh.

“A man has needs too,” Keihl said. “The first of those needs is to have you take your clothes off.”

“What about you?”

“What about me, Kirsten?” His brow lowered, his voice quiet. “Clothes off, now. You’ve already got a spanking coming later. Don’t tempt me to add to it.”

She swallowed, her pussy spasming at his words.

“Tank top first. I want to see those tits. Video doesn’t do them justice.”

“If that’s the case,” she said, fingers gripping the hem. “I guess I won’t send you any more pictures of them.”

“You’ll do nothing of the kind.” His finger lifted. Time to get on with it.

She took a breath, feeling her cheeks already heating, then pulled the tank up and off, dropping it at her feet.

“Hands behind your head, bad girl.”

Kirsten kept her eyes up as she did, looking over his head, somehow knowing he wanted her that way. He liked to peruse her charms on his own time, unhurried, and he often liked her at attention as he did so. Channeling his inner drill sergeant.

“Now… what?” He sat forward, elbows on his thighs, gazing at her, his brow furrowed. “When did…?”

“What?”

Of course, she knew perfectly well what he’d seen. It had taken her by surprise too, seeming to happen almost overnight.

“I fucking
love
them.” He was up in a flash, standing right in front of her, his fingers pulling, twisting her nipples. “They’re… so dark.”

Normally, her nipples were a light coral color. She liked the color of them. One of the few parts of her body she was really, truly happy with. Then this.

“OB told me to expect it.” She shrugged as much as her position allowed. “I just wasn’t expecting it to happen this early — or this fast.”

“Makes me wish I’d invested in some clamps,” he murmured, catching her eye. “Some nice tight ones.”

Kirsten swallowed. As sensitive as her nipples were, the mere thought of nipple clamps terrified her — and made her pussy clench.

Her traitorous pussy.

Keihl pinched both nipples tightly, and she arched her back, hissing.

“Sensitive?”

She couldn’t tell if it was sympathy or glee she saw in his eyes.

“Off the charts.”

“More than normal?” He grinned at her, pinching them again, but much more gently this time. “There’s the good kind of sensitive and the bad kind. Which is it?”

She remembered the very first time he’d sucked her nipples, his teeth grazing them. It was so fucking hot in that car, but they couldn’t wait to get home to get their hands on one another. He’d pulled over, ripping her shirt up, halfway over her face, and attacked her breasts, squeezing them until she’d moaned. He hadn’t known then what a blessing — and a curse — her nipples were. As she’d screamed out her climax inside that sweltering Honda, he’d gotten his first lesson. She still remembered the almost predatory gleam in his eyes as he leaned close, asking her if she’d just come. She’d made the mistake of admitting she had, his chuckle still echoing in her ears to this day, as he’d bent to his task once more, drawing another hard nipple into his mouth.

“Kirsten.” He twisted her nipples, bringing her back to the present, the flash of pain making her wince. “I asked you a question. Good or bad?”

“Little of both, I guess.” She moaned as he stooped, his broad, wet tongue laving one of her hard, deep brown nipples. “Oh God, Keihl!”

“I wish I could’ve been here,” he said, his lips moist, her wet nipples hard as stone now. “I should’ve been here.”

“I know.”

She wasn’t about to let him off the hook. He needed to know she wasn’t kidding when she told him she needed him here.

“That’s what I was thinking about too.” He pressed a gentle kiss to each of her nipples then sauntered back to the couch. He sat down, spreading his legs again, opening his fly all the way, and pulling out his cock. She bit her lip as she watched him stroke the long shaft up and down, bringing it to full, veined glory, the muscles of his forearm flexing as he fisted himself.

He caught her gaze, and she blushed, knowing he’d seen her watching him stroke himself. “I liked your eyes up where they were, bad girl.”

She lifted her eyes with a reluctance that was almost painful. She could watch him stroke that cock of his forever, and never get tired of it. Never.

“I’ve got a plan. A way to make sure I don’t miss these things. The big things
and
the little things. I want to see all of it.”

“I… don’t understand. Does that mean you’re done traveling?”

Kirsten had this crazy image of Keihl working from home, his pregnant wife servicing him whenever, and however, he wished.

Great, Kirsten. How far removed is your perversion from the male fantasy of his submissive woman confined to the house, barefoot and pregnant?

The real answer to that was something she wasn’t sure how to express, something she wasn’t ready to acknowledge. Not even to herself.

“Look at me, girl. But I want your eyes on me, not on my cock.”

She met his gaze, wishing her peripheral vision would pick out more than the impression of the slow movement of his fist.

“Good girl.” He gave her a quick pleased curve of his lips, then his gaze sobered. “We’re going to keep… records.”

What?

“And we’re going to take measurements.”

Oh my God…

“I’m not missing one thing. Not one fucking thing. Do you understand me?” His jaw clenched, his eyes glinting, the heat there unmistakable.