The One Worth Finding (11 page)

She pulled the dildo out, the feeling
triggering a new small spout of semen to land on the bench and
Aaron groaned for all he was worth, shivering and shaking while she
shed the strap-on.

She turned him in his arms and looked
at him with a soft smile on her lips.

“
You can’t take me out like this,
pet,” she whispered, “we need to clean you up.”

He nodded, unable to speak, and
she let the small lapse pass
this once; he had done so well.

She donned a black robe and led him
through the club to the shower room.

The shower was huge, a giant
contraption of glass and tile and several shower heads.

Warm, fresh towels lay on the heater, a
collection of scented shower gel stood on a small cupboard next to
it.

Tara shed the robe and started the
water, choosing a warm, comfortable temperature. She pushed him
under the spray and retrieved a bottle of shower gel before she
joined him again.

She squirted soap into her hand and
started to rub it into his skin, working up a creamy lather she
spread over his body.

“But, Ma’am,” he said, his voice still
shaking, “it’s the sub’s duty to bathe his Domme!”

“
Not today,” she said sternly,
“look at it as part of aftercare. And now keep still.”

He did, unable to move anyway.
She washed him thoroughly, h
er hands wandering everywhere, reaching every part
of his aroused, sensitized body. He groaned and sighed the whole
time, throwing his head back in sheer delight. She stroked his cock
reverently before she reached behind it and washed his balls,
cleaned the well-fucked hole she had just filled with her toy. A
jolt of pure electricity pierced his system.

His cock was hard again, hard as
if he
hadn’t
come just minutes before. He couldn’t get close enough to her, so
he rubbed his soapy skin against her small body until she agreed to
kiss him, pulling his head down so she could fully claim his lips.
Their kisses were wild, sloppy, passionate, tongues dueling
fiercely for supremacy, and her taste made him hot, hungry,
desperate.

She looked even smaller like this, her
long hair wet, her forest green eyes huge in her pale, heart-shaped
face. She had tiny freckles all over her body, and he wanted to
kiss every single one of them, worship her with his body, his
voice, his soul.

He pressed her small frame against the
shower wall, trying to be gentle, but it cost him every small
amount of control he had. Please, mistress, he begged in his mind,
accept me, accept all of me.

She wrenched her lips free and looked
at him for a moment, her eyes deep, hypnotic, a vortex he was drawn
into, more and more each day.

“
I’m on birth control,” she said
quietly, “but we can’t do it without a condom inside the club. They
are in the bowl on the wash basin. Get one. Now.”

Aaron wanted to sink down in
gratitude, but he obeyed and got the condom.
When he moved to open the foil
packet, she stopped him.

“
No,” she said sharply, “I’ll do
that.”

“Of course, Ma’am,” he said and handed
her the tiny square packet. She ripped it open and retrieved the
condom, holding his cock in a firm grip before she put it on,
slowly rolling the latex over his pulsing shaft. It hardly fit
him.

“
I don’t like it soft, pet,” she
growled, “so you’ll do this the rough way; don’t worry about my
climax. I’ll come if you fuck me hard enough. If you don’t, you’ll
be punished.”

“
Yes, Ma’am,” he whispered, so
beautiful with the warm spray pouring down on him, hair and skin
wet
, lips
kiss-swollen and rosy.

He grabbed her waist, his grip
so firm, and for once she allowed herself to revel in a man’s
strength, simply enjoyed that he could
have broken her with his bare hands.
He lifted her to the perfect height, and she wrapped her legs
around his hips while he aligned his cock, so hard and perfect
against her tight, wet void. He looked into her eyes with so much
feeling, she almost thought he’d disobey her orders and enter her
slow. But being the perfect pet that he was, he slid his big hands
beneath her buttocks and rammed his cock inside her to the
hilt.

Both of them gasped. She hadn’t
had sex
for
eight years, but she needed this; his fullness inside her was
almost too much, filling her to the brim, stretching her walls
wider then they had ever gone before. She didn’t want time to
accommodate his enormous size, she wanted to feel him hard. Before
she could voice the command, he started to thrust, fucking all
thoughts from her mind, his strokes so deep and hard her back
thudded against the wall to the unbelievably fast rhythm of his
pumping, and she felt the urge to laugh hysterically, like a
madwoman, because yes, that was what she needed, the only way to
satisfy her, the only way she would come hard enough to still the
ghosts inside her, he pounded her into the wall, his hot groans
beacons of beauty in a world of steam, the water pattering down on
them.

His cock burned in her tight
sheath, and she couldn’t stay silent any longer, her moans surging
like waves in a thunderstorm, louder, louder, her fingernails
digging into his shoulder
s, his thrusts hammering a path of fire into her
core. He was huge, so huge he filled her body, she could almost
taste his seed at the back of her throat, and suddenly she was
there, her whole body convulsing in his arms, her universe reduced
to his ramming cock, her tight sheath contracting around him until
he screamed and went rigid against her, pressing her flat against
the wall as he came, his cock throbbing so hard she could feel it,
he shuddered violently every time a new jet of seed shot out, and
suddenly she felt the creamy, liquid warmth of his spurts inside
her, more and more of the precious stuff until it ran down between
her thighs, the feeling so good she came again. He held her until
her tremors subsided before he slowly lowered her to the floor,
sliding out of her in the process.

“Sorry, Ma’am” he said with a soft,
sheepish smile, “condom broke big time.”

He pulled the ripped latex from his
cock, and she chuckled.

“
Serves them right for providing
the wrong size,” she said, pressing soft kisses against his chest,
“I like to feel your seed inside me, little one. I could take tons
of the stuff and it still wouldn’t be enough. You’ve been a good
boy today, and I’m very pleased.”

He positively glowed with happiness at
her words. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head
down for a sweet, lazy, wet kiss.

“Does that mean I’m allowed to take
you to dinner now, Ma’am?” he asked shyly.

“
Yes,” she answered, “and fast.
I’m starving.”

Chapter 9

Damn,
he looked good enough to
eat.

Suddenly she didn’t feel as keen on actual
food anymore. His smile was sweet like candy, soft and seductive,
his hair gleaming in the candlelight. He was unbelievably charming,
his humor funny and gentle, she could have listened to him for
hours, weeks, years, centuries without ever tiring of his voice.
Warm. Deep. Utterly melodious.

His tailored light grey suit fit him to
perfection, the color accentuating the blondness of his hair and
the glow of his sea-green eyes. She knew full well she was staring
at his lips most of the time, but couldn’t have stopped to save her
life. They were so pale and looked exactly as soft as she knew they
were. She licked her lips and decided she needed to get a grip.
Fast.

“
So, Aaron
Harte
,” she
said cheerfully, “what do you do for a living?”

“Oh,” he replied, “I’m a
pediatrician.”

She felt her eyes going
wide.

“You’re a doctor?”

“
Yeah,” he said with an impish
smile. “I know what you’re thinking now; you’re imagining topping
me while I’m wearing my lab coat. You could do that anytime, you
know? I’m pretty hot in a lab coat.”

She laughed.

“
You’re pretty hot in any kind of
clothes,” she said, “and out of them, by the way. But I forgot your
title; I’ve always called you Mr. Harte when it should have been
Dr. Harte.”

“
No,” he said, licking around the
straw of his cocktail in a very, very sinful way
, “it should have been Aaron.
You remember what I said about the ass-fucking? You can’t do
something like that with a guy you call ‘Dr.Harte’.”

It aroused her that an
innocent-looking, cultivated, sweet man like him could say the
biggest obscenities without batting an eye. Damn, he was
hot.

“I could call you ‘Dr.Harte’ while I
fuck you in a lab-coat,” she said suggestively.

“
Okay,” he said, “I’d make an
exception in that case. So, what do you do in real
life?”

“I’m a writer,” she said, still
laughing.

“
A writer?” he asked, clearly
fascinated. “What kind of books do you write?

“
Oh,” she
sighed
,
“angsty, emotional stuff. With lots of sex.”

They laughed together.

“You work all alone.” He stated after
a while, his voice soft and compassionate.

“Yes,” she said, “I’m alone most of
the time.”

His smile was so tender and a little
bit sad. She felt like weeping all of a sudden. Dammit, how was she
supposed to let him go?

“
So, how long have you been in
the lifestyle?” She asked to diffuse the tension.

“
Ooooohhhh,” he said, leaning
back in his chair, “forever. I was seventeen when I realized that I
found gay sex interesting, but I knew I wasn’t gay. At eighteen I
noticed that something wonderful happened in my anal region when I
rubbed the space behind my balls. I started to experiment, and,
well… I found out that I’m submissive shortly afterwards. I became
a member in a club when I was twenty-one. Scened a bit, found great
friends. Trained hard. Changed clubs, found more friends. But I
never really found what I was looking for.”

“What’s that?”

He looked at her so soulfully she
almost gasped.

“Love.” He whispered.

She swallowed several times. Damn it
to hell. She was in over her head, and there was no way they could
come out of this unscathed. It was far too late already.

“You were never 24/7?” she asked
hoarsely.

“No,” he smiled, “I like to talk too
much for that. I can shut up in the bedroom for hours. But to
always wait for my Domme to give me permission to speak? It would
be sheer torture. You?”

“
I was never interested in a
TPE,” she shrugged. “I always wanted a partner in my everyday life,
but I need to call the shots when it comes to sex. I haven’t had
the slightest desire to try a vanilla relationship since I finished
college.”

“
I tried,” Aaron
said
. “Twice.
It didn’t work out.”

“Why?”

His eyes got serious.

“
I was lying all the time. The
lies piled up. I couldn’t bear it. But you can’t say to a vanilla
girl ‘Hey, I like to be fucked in the ass. What if I give you a
strap-on for my birthday?’ It’s just not a good idea.”

“
Have you ever had a permanent
Domme?”

“
No.” he said, and now his voice
was as sad as his eyes.

Her heart reached out to him, and the
pain of the surging feelings was so strong that she had to close
her eyes for a moment. Pain. So much pain. What should she
do?

“
I can hardly believe that,
Aaron,” she whispered, “you are… wonderful. Thoughtful, gentle,
utterly obedient, smart, and you’re extremely beautiful to top it
off. The Dommes should be scratching each other’s eyes out to get
you.”

“
Let’s face it, Tara,” he
answered with a woebegone smile, “my fetish is extreme. I’m not a
guy who likes to have the strap-on once a month. I get restless
when I go about three days without a prostate orgasm. I enema every
night because I’m scared to be dirty down there. I use a dildo
every time I masturbate. If you talk about an anal fixation - hey,
that’s me. Most Dommes aren’t into perpetual, hardcore ass play.
It’s just a facet of sex for them, and more often than not, they
use it as punishment, or as a way for the sub to show them how much
they love their Domme by accepting something they normally never
would. But I NEED this kind of sex. I’m not a sub who likes to be
whipped, paddled, or hurt. I accept it, sure, I can take pain, and
I always fulfill the needs of my Domme first. But at the end of the
day, what I really need is a harsh fuck with the strap-on from a
woman who’s ready to control me. If I don’t get it, I get
cranky.”

“
How long has it been since you
had sex before me
?” she asked with a smile.

“
Five years, four months,
twenty-seven days and three hours.” He said without hesitation, and
they both laughed.

“
Wow,” she
whispered
,
“that’s long.”