Trusting Love (21 page)

“Why only me?” she asked, bending close enough to let him kiss her breasts and lift her feet flat to the couch to add more push to the way she took him in. He was so long and big, she needed more leverage.

“Ah, God damn, have some mercy on me,” he groaned when she wiggled to find the right spot but he cut off short when she found a rhythm that he seemed to like a lot. She knew she did. It was so good, his cock so big, and it hit a spot that drove her crazy with sensations.

“Oh, God yeah, you’re an angel, an angel, Kristen.”

She grew breathless from the way she pleased him, but loved every second. He made a low sound and bit down on her nipple lightly sending a shard of pleasure to her clit. She stroked her pussy farther down him this way, nearly encasing him all the way. His long shaft hit a spot that made her tingle and she aimed for it each time.

“I never wanted anyone as much as you. It didn’t seem right to have anything between us.”

She paused with him as fully inside her body as she could take him and met his flushed look. “I thought so too,” she breathed. “I love the way you feel, so hot inside me, even hotter when you come. I never wanted anyone like I’ve wanted you, Robbie. No one,” she revealed, frantic now to give him pleasure. She bounced on him, taking him as deep as she could. “Only you, it’s only ever been you,” she whispered against his jaw.

His erection thickened with her words, or her steady thrusts, she wasn’t sure, but she cried out at the full sensation. She knew he was nearly coming from the rapid way he breathed through his nose. She gripped his solid shoulders, sat straighter and shoved down finally reaching his base with a gasp.

“So good, God, you feel good,” she told him using her grip on his shoulders and her legs to bounce up and down him, sitting on his lap each time with a little rub that had them both panting for release. She reached down and stroked her wet pussy, unable to stand the build up.

“Oh, yeah, show me, show me how hot you are,” he growled.

She opened her eyes and found him watching her face. His eyes were so bright and focused on her face like he couldn’t get enough of her, she sobbed and climaxed with a shudder, falling against his chest as the shocking trembles raced up her core and made her weak.

“Yeah, darling, that’s my girl,” he murmured into her neck, kissing her there. Suddenly he gripped her butt tight and growled. “My turn.”

She barely had time to suck in a breath before he gave her hard, frantic thrusts and within seconds, he yelled her name, exploding with heat inside her. He kneaded her hips, holding her in place as he groaned like a wild man through his orgasm.

She loved it, and needing more she found his mouth and kissed him, releasing him only after a moment to cry out his name again.

“More, oh, Robert, I need to come again,” she whispered when he thrust hard with each burst of his climax.

He groaned louder at her words and with a yell, took them down to the carpet, pinning her down beneath his weight so he could surge in, hard and fast, fucking her furiously. They made such wet sounds and Robert kept repeating her name in such a low breathless whisper she neared another climax within seconds.

He didn’t let her, though. Instead he shook his head, and stopped his frantic takeover, dripping sweat on her shoulder when he did. It mingled with hers, adding to the slippery slide of their bodies.

“Not yet, not yet, darling.”

“Robert!” she cried when he lifted off her and turned her to her side so he could get behind her. He wasn’t finished yet, though. He placed one of her legs over his hip so they were spooned with her completely exposed and pulled her hand down to her pussy.

Suddenly shy, she froze and tried to take her hand away. He didn’t allow that, but gently took hold of her fingers and kissed each fingertip. “Trust me, darling, if you don’t like it, there are a million other ideas I have.”

“A million?”

“At least,” he said and angled his cock up, and thrust deep, taking any more worries away with the new angle of penetration. She lay back against his chest and tried to breathe as he rocked his hips, ruthlessly thrusting his erect flesh deep. The position left her completely helpless to control their lovemaking, but that only increased her excitement. Each lunge was perfect, shoving her closer and closer to another climax.

He must have felt the same building pressure because he kissed her shoulder, panting into her nape, and bit down gently. The bite wasn’t hard, but it felt possessive, so much so that she reached up and tugged at his short hair.

“Touch your pussy again. Stroke it, Kris. Let me know how hot I make you again,” he said, and shifted to lift up higher so he could look over her shoulder while he pulled her leg farther up his to reveal her pussy.

She couldn’t catch her breath but she slipped her fingers down her stomach to her clit, aware that his gaze followed her hand as he pumped his hips harder and harder. His cock hit places he hadn’t before, opening up a new round of sensations that made her wild.

“That’s it, show me, darling.”

“Yes, oh yes,” she cried, rubbing her clit for him.

He breathed rapidly through his nose, turned on she guessed as much as she was by what they were doing. He bit down on her gently again and groaned heavily around her flesh.

It was like drowning in passion, caught up in the heat of his body and the steady, urgent friction of his big erection impaling her so perfectly. She stroked her clit harder, finding a spot that had her arching her body and gasping in time with his heavy breathing.

“Shit, shit, shit, that’s it, baby, do that, come for me, now, now, Kris. Show me.”

He slipped free and let go of her leg and fisted his hand on his cock to slip inside again. Right after, he pulled out and pushed in again. He did this several times, each time teasing her with a hard long stroke that wasn’t enough, but was so close she couldn’t catch her breath. Each time it was like the first time he thrust into her, full and hard and wonderfully big.

She tipped her head back and turned to meet his light eyes, entranced by the intensity in his gaze. The way he devoured her pussy, her fingers, and her body she knew he was going to come again. The thought tipped the scales for her and she teetered on the edge for a long, intense second.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned as soon as she started to shiver through the beginnings of her climax.

“Oh, Robbie,” she managed as the trembles increased.

With a low groan he started fucking her so hard and fast that every inch of her shook from the impact. The tension built, heating her skin to the point where she cried out and felt the first downward dive of her orgasm bursting along her, heating and cooling her until she ached with sensations. Robert bent closer and with a loud grunt, cupped both of her breasts, and squeezed them roughly.

The move shoved her higher and she climaxed so hard she couldn’t catch her breath past the ripples tightening and centring around his erection. Rainbows of colour broke across her vision and she shook inside and out.

Robert shouted, joining her with a strength that she felt all the way inside where they were joined. He made such wonderful sounds, so ragged and pleasurable, she held on limply as burst after burst of cum filled her before he finally eased his strong hips down, bringing her with him.

She settled her head back on his shoulder and panted. He was just as breathless, but he curled his arms around her and pulled her close, holding her almost too tightly. She loved it. And him.

Can I tell him that? Should I tell him that?

“Kristen,” he breathed her name with such feeling that she couldn’t bear it and turned her head to kiss him before he could say anything he couldn’t take back and she couldn’t forget.

Chapter Fifteen

Eric watched the man in black take his sub with hard, punishing strokes. Eric couldn’t hear the obvious cries of both sub and Dom.

“Why can’t we hear them?” he asked, feeling like he’d just hit the Lotto. His rod was so hard he could have pulled it out and stroked off a load within seconds. No doubt Duke wanted to. Eric hadn’t missed the tent in the man’s dress slacks, but he also noticed that the man didn’t do anything about it. Savouring the event, maybe, so he could return to his little wife.

“Ah, it’s soundproof glass. Some of them enjoy the show, but I imagine it would be hard to sleep if we heard them all night and day.”

Duke laughed lightly and Eric joined him. “Yeah, I bet. Are these cells?”

“Oh, no, no, just until I get our living quarters finished, and of course anyone that takes the trial drug must remain in here. You, of course, will not have to. You’ve already had the first, so I imagine you’ll be fine.”

They walked down the corridor until they reached an area set up with computers, what looked like lab areas and two more rooms, both with luxurious beds and leather couches, chairs, and a flat screen television over a gas fireplace.

Duke stopped near a set of two computers. “I’ve had the girls’ files pulled, waiting for you. Both are willing to meet you.”

Two women’s faces then bodies showed up on the two monitors above his head as though they were arriving flights. Both were beautiful, one with pink lips, auburn hair and green eyes. She had one of those slim, but busty-jugged bodies that made her instantly hot. Her hips were a handful and her ass, when she turned for the camera, was cut perfectly into two nice globes. The other was a sun-bleached brown-haired woman with startlingly dark blue wide-spread eyes and pale, full fuck-me lips. She also had a rack, but hers was a bit smaller, higher but just as damn hot with big, pink areolae and darker nipples. He noticed that she gazed right into the camera, no smile, no teasing, but directly at him, as if she could see him watching her. Her body was perfect, rounded in all the right places and tight and hard in others.

“I see you prefer Savannah.”

Savannah?
He’d never fucked a woman named Savannah before, but the woman facing him looked like no other name would do. “Hell, they both look hot to me,” he hedged.

“Ah, I see. The women here have been given a drug that allows them to follow your requests, especially when it comes to sex. I believe you noticed this with my wife?”

Eric frowned, glancing away from Savannah’s monitor only for a second. “When you ordered her to come?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

A rush of hot lust spiked up his balls and deep in his ass, twitching a spot there that always got him off. He’d known Victoria was hot, but to know it was a drug that made her listen to Duke’s commands? That rocked.

“They also have been given the combative drug so that they can protect their man, but also so that my women aren’t used as sex slaves, but as partners. Truly partners, ones that are weaker, yes, and need to obey us, as their man, but valued and cherished. Partners that need to be taken care of at the least, since the drug also creates a sex drive to match your own. With that comes the responsibility of seeing to their needs. But my plan is not to create slaves to sex, but rather to match up the perfect couple, so that, as you noticed, love can bind them together with sex being the joy they share.”

He’d never known men could be such romantics. But it fit with his ancestry talk and his view of women. He’d taken his natural dominance and developed a scientific theory around it. Complete with love, sex, and marriage. No wonder the man was wealthy. Eric preferred to fuck, and if it came with a dose of humiliation for the woman involved, well, he got off harder, but he could fuck anyone, even if he had to close his eyes to do it. Savannah wouldn’t require that, not in the least.

“Thus, truly, my couples are partners.”

“A sex drive to match my own, huh?” Eric asked, intrigued by the thought.

“Absolutely. The trouble with the world today, you see, is that men are turning to other men because women do not have the proper sex drive to meet a man’s needs.”

“Is that so?” Eric said, more out of mild shock than real interest. He’d never walked the gay man’s walk, and hadn’t really given gay men much of his attention. He was straight. He liked pussy, so there wasn’t a need to think of gay men. Now a lesbian in his bed kissing another woman until he taught them both how to behave was certainly worth his consideration.

“Oh, some of the theories say our society is simply becoming more advanced, and thus men are open to following what they truly want, but in nature, my friend, there are no same sex couples. Survival of the species doesn’t allow it. With my drug, females can finally take their place by a man’s side, serving him and being serviced by him. You will find if you choose one of these women that they will match you in sex drive and your ability to please them will be limitless. All you need is one word, you see.”

“One word, huh?”

“Yes, one word. Let us test your ability with Savannah. Savannah, come here, please.”

From behind him Eric heard a sound and turned to stare at a woman much more beautiful in person than on the monitor, walking towards him wearing a tiny black skirt, high heels and a dark vest buttoned up to allow her cleavage to spill over the top. The round curves of her breasts pressed up, jiggling nicely with each step in her four inch heels. She met his eyes easily and came right up to them both, but her gaze was on him.

“Savannah?” Duke murmured. She turned to Duke but kept him in her sights as well. “This is Mr Walters.”

“Eric, you can call me Eric.”

“Ah, yes, Eric, this is Savannah. Savannah, I was telling Eric about our drug and how it allows a woman to find pleasure, much at a man’s control.”

She nodded.

“Can we demonstrate for him? I think he is a bit sceptical that you can keep up with him in the bedroom, and that perhaps you are here of your own free will.”

Eric didn’t deny it, but he didn’t say anything at all, too busy watching Savannah. Sonya even paled in comparison.

The woman nodded again and turned to him. Her brown hair was really more a dirty blonde, cut with a ragged edge along her delicate eyebrows then left to fall in a long curtain down past her shoulders and to the middle of her back. He could easily imagine wrapping that hair in his fist to pull her closer.