Rude Awakening (10 page)

“Don’t move.” Harry placed a hand on her shoulder to hold her in position. He didn’t squeeze down to the bone to try and make her squeal in agony. The touch was light but commanding. She enjoyed the feel of him and didn’t shy away.

Taking a breath, she smiled at her own achievement and how well she knew her own body. The only man she couldn’t bear to touch her was Master. Harry could touch her any way he liked.

Ruby knelt and listened.

“I’ll let you suck my cock, but when I touch your cheek I want you to stop and stay still, do you understand?”

Now she shivered with delight. His voice had taken on a thick, rich timbre. He was aroused, she could hear it, but to be told what to do made her pussy pulse. The sheer panties she wore wouldn’t contain much of her cream if just hearing him speak brought renewed arousal. She loved sucking cock—at least she’d loved doing it once and had even fantasised about it with Master, finding the glide of a hard staff between her wet lips intimate and amazing. To bring the man pleasure, pain, or to draw his arousal out to painstaking levels was a huge turn-on.

“Please, Harry, let me use you instead of the vibrator and show you that I can be saved. I don’t want to be vulnerable for the rest of my life and I feel safe with you. I want to tell you something. Before Master…” She took a moment to swallow past the bile rising in her throat, truly hating the bastard who had taken years of her life. “Before Master, I used to work as a librarian. I’m passionate about books and reading, I love it. Anyway, after he came along, work had to stop, and then, before I knew it, so did reading. It amazes me how fast and how much I gave up for him, what he took away from me.” Ruby stopped to lick her lips, heart bursting with euphoria at her bravery for finally speaking about herself. He deserved to know more after everything he’d done for her. “Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me?”

With her eyes shut she couldn’t see his reaction.

“I want to show you that I’m trying to become myself again. I’m not trying to be a yes-woman just to please you. I’ve been the yes-woman against my will and now I want to be the woman who can say yes
and
no. Do you know what I mean?”

He didn’t say a word, and Ruby was sure she’d messed up by giving some of herself, her inner thoughts. The tears that had been drying came back, a single tear escaping, trailing down her cheek. She went to wipe it away, but Harry stopped her, his hand taking hers and interlocking their fingers. A shuffle sounded before his lips touched hers—she guessed he was kneeling—and before Ruby could do anything he kissed her the same way he had in the chip shop. With full force and control.

He stopped the kiss and licked the tear from her face. “From now on with me there will be no more tears, Ruby. I want the woman you say you are, and it will give me great pleasure as a man and your Dominant to give you what you desire.”

Her heart soared.

The sound of him standing again then a zipper sliding down made her gasp, the noise erotic after the romantic crackling of the fire.

“Please, can I open my eyes?”

“Why?”

“For too long I’ve had to keep my eyes closed and guessed what was to come. I want to see you strip away your trousers, you showing me your cock. Please, may I open them?”

“Yes, open your eyes, sweet Ruby.”

Harry stood in front of her less than a foot away. She widened her eyes, didn’t look up at him but watched him work his trousers. The button and zip were undone and he began to pull them down.

“May I?” she asked, reaching out to cover his hands.

She gazed up at his face and he gave her a nod, removed his hands and let her take over. Slowly, she slid them down his strong, muscled legs, noting a small dusting of hair. Extra points for wearing black boxers and not white. She hated white—Master wore them, so now they never appealed to her. The black emphasised Harry’s swollen dick, snuggled in one straight line up to his hipbone.

She swallowed. Master hadn’t been this big. She closed her eyes and told herself to forget about him. Harry deserved her full attention with no comparisons.

“Take my cock out, Ruby.”

No second-guessing now—he had given her an order she wanted to obey. She opened her eyes again and, inch by agonising inch, peeled down his boxer shorts, revealing the tempting piece of anatomy.

With his underwear down to his thighs, his cock sprang out. She couldn’t take her eyes away from him, cock long and thick, his foreskin pushed back as the length of his erection peeked out, the little slit slightly open at the top. Already pre-cum seeped out of it.

What will he taste like sliding along my tongue?

“Touch me, Ruby.”

She cupped him at the base and ran her hand up to the tip and back down, resting her other on his thigh. She touched him with firm fingers and teased him with steady hands, sliding her thumb through the leaking cum and spreading the moisture all over the head. Then she raised her thumb to her lips for a taste. There was not enough to get his unique flavour, so she shuffled closer and engulfed his large head in her mouth. The contact brought a shocking wave of pleasure to her and a deep, guttural moan from the pair of them. He tasted sweet yet salty, and she went down further on him, placing her hand halfway up his erection. As she dipped her head again, her lips touched her hand. She used her fist to work the bottom half of his cock while she touched, licked and stroked his shaft with her tongue, learning everything about the shape of him.

Ruby tongued the vein down the side and followed its path to his base. She moved her hand from his leg to cup his bollocks, stopping as he touched her cheek. Her hands still on his body, she looked up at him, his fingertips remaining on her cheek. He removed it a second later and she worked him again, building up a rhythm, her hands on his cock and balls and her mouth taking him deep.

A drip of cum dropped on her tongue and she swallowed, moaning at his taste and taking more of him, right to the back of her throat. She moved her hand and mouth further down to love the parts of him she hadn’t been fondling.

Harry tapped her cheek again and she stopped, taking him from her mouth. It was a test to show her who was in control.

“Touch my hair?” she asked. She wanted his hands on her hair or stroking her in some way as he exploded on her tongue.

“Are you sure?” His concern was clear.

Ruby nodded. “I know it’s you. Please, Harry, just put your hands on me.”

She sucked him again and his hands went to her hair. She moaned when his fingers slid through the strands. She had been so long without love and intimacy. In this brief moment she could pretend and imagine that was what they felt for each other.

He groaned and thrust his hips out gently to urge her on. She engulfed his tip then took him deep into her throat. His balls tightened, and the grip on her hair stung a little, but wasn’t painful, wasn’t scary. His cock pulsed and he cried out, releasing his cum. She swallowed it down, loving the taste and control he gave her. With him still stroking her hair, Ruby took everything he gave and relished the power and the play they’d just had.

He tapped her cheek for her to stop and she pulled away, her pussy soaked. Her thigh muscles were sore from kneeling, but her mind and heart were as one, at peace. The only thought that terrified her now was how easily she could be falling in love with this man. Harry had a kind heart, and she wished…a small part of her wished that with time he may come to love her a little.

If she was honest, she already believed she was in love with him. How could it be possible, though, to love a man less than twenty-four hours after meeting him and with the previous experience she’d had before?

Am I on the rebound?

“Thank you,” Harry whispered, going to his knees before her and caressing her face.

Ruby didn’t try to analyse the look on his face. She didn’t want to be disappointed if it wasn’t what she hoped it was.

“What for?” she asked.

“You gave me not only an amazing blowjob but also a piece of yourself. Librarian? I can see you in killer heels and a short skirt. I bet you drove the boys to distraction.”

Ruby burst out laughing, seeing the lust on his face.

Being a librarian had been nothing like they painted in porno flicks. Far from it. She’d spent the better half of her days being around dust, cleaning and stacking the shelves. Nothing sexy in that.

“Do you need a librarian here?” she asked.

“I do own a library just off my study,” he said.

The thought of him taking her and loving her while at work made her weak. “Sounds a tempting place…”

“Not as tempting as what I’m going to do to you now.” His words were full of promise.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked.

“Lie down.”

Ruby studied him to try and see what he wanted to do. He smiled, reassuring her. She moved the vibrator out of her way and lay before the fire.

“Wait,” she said and stood. She glanced down at him on his knees and stared into his eyes, the only light supplied by the fire.

Taking the hem of her negligee, she tugged it over her head and let it fall to the floor. Then she drew down her sheer panties, naked before him. Another big step for her—not even covering her stomach, which Master used to complain was too podgy.

Ruby took another long pull of air and lay in front of the fire, the glow making no mistake of her nudity.

“You didn’t need to do that,” he said.

She smiled. “I did. I wanted to. I told you, Harry—this person is who I am. No more hiding.”

Never before had being naked been so liberating. She was a free woman and with Harry as a saviour she would give him everything, including her heart if he wanted it.

“You give me a great honour.” He stood and followed her lead, removing his clothes and throwing them to join hers on the floor. He settled next to her.

Ruby was touched by his consideration, him allowing her to have the full heat of the fire while he lay further from it.

“I’m going to kiss you now, and love your body,” Harry said. “If at any time you feel uncomfortable I want you to use your safe word. Do you remember it?”

“Butter.”

“Good. You may open or close your eyes, whichever you wish. This night is for us to become acquainted with each other and then we’ll develop from there.”

He leaned over and kissed her. Ruby was sure she was becoming addicted to his lips, the gentle pressure and the slide of his tongue moving over her mouth trying to get her to permit him entry.

Didn’t he know she’d never deny him anything?

Starting at her cheek, he caressed gently, moving the last strands of hair off her face, and trailed down to her neck, one finger gliding over her collarbone, then cupped her breast with his whole hand. He followed the path of his hand with his lips, circling the tight bud of her nipple with his tongue and sucking the hard mound in. Ruby cried out and arched into his touch, silently begging for more.

His tongue should be put away. He was deadly and wreaking havoc on her body.

Her legs shook, and she opened them wider to receive him. Harry settled between her legs, his mouth and tongue laving over the valley of her breasts, where he loved her other nipple with as much attention as the first. Nothing was painful, just sensation upon building sensation. Ruby alternated between watching him and stretching her head back every time his teeth nibbled along their sensitive route. He rained kisses over her ribcage and stomach, his tongue pressing into her belly button, making her giggle and gasp. Then he continued the journey with his lips, gliding them to her hips. He licked then laid soft kisses on the prominent bones.
   

Was this what it was liked to be loved?

His breath disturbed the light smattering of curls covering her mons. She loved them being stroked and touched, her hairs sparse, which she kept tidy rather than shave or wax off. She preferred to be feminine with her pubic hair. Being bare would make her feel too young.

Harry moaned and ran a light hand over her pussy. She was sensitive and wet.

“So pretty,” he whispered.

He pulled her lips apart, and Ruby couldn’t watch anymore—she could only give herself up to feeling. Harry exposed her clit to his view. Would she be swollen and peeking out, or would it stay hidden so he’d have to find it?

Harry licked a line from her clit to her entrance. Ruby whimpered, the contact gentle but evoking so much sensation she wasn’t sure she’d be able to bear it.

“You come when I say,” he said.

Ruby nodded. She wanted her pussy licked and she’d do anything he’d say to keep these emotions and sensations coming. Her pussy creamed. Her body craved the release it had long been denied. She’d take anything and everything he cared to offer.

“Open your legs wider,” he commanded.

She opened her legs as wide as they would go. Harry dipped his head to look at her pussy.

“Does it look okay?” she asked, insecurity coming back.

“You’re beautiful, Ruby, absolutely beautiful.”

His lips showed her how much as he feasted on her.

Ruby curled her fingers into the rug. His tongue circled her clit, teasing her until she was panting and crying out for more. He gathered her juice on his fingers and eased them inside her aching channel. Ruby cried out from the invasion, her pulse hammering, his fingers stretching her. Light flicks from his tongue up and down her slit had her climax building.