Aslan’s Evening Page 4

  She smiled to herself.

  No she wouldn’t have. She liked it when he made her come way too much to take that away from them.

  “So hot.” He slid his finger in and out. In and out. In. And. Out. “I have a little present.”

  “What kind of present?” Just as she asked he removed his finger and didn’t push it back in. Something very cold replaced it. Something distinctly metal or glass. So smooth.

  “A new butt plug. Stainless steel.”

  She loved being right. And filled. She loved that more than being right.

  “Not large at all. Mostly just for pretty.”

  “Why pretty?” Aslan huffed as Zeke slid the plug in farther.

  “Because it has a big purple jewel on the other end. Fit for a princess. My princess.”

  “Oh, fuck,” Aslan cursed as he pushed it in the rest of the way. Each and every time her ass flared around any kind of plug it surprised her. Excited her. Big or small. What a rush.

  Zeke twisted the metal, probably just to torture her with pleasure a little bit more. “Gorgeous.” He leaned down and bit one of her ass cheeks. Not hard. More playfully. “What do you say, Princess?”

  “Thank you, Daddy. Fuck.” Aslan’s eyes flew open again. The second bite was harder, no doubt leaving a mark for later. “What was that bite for?”

  “Because you called me Daddy.” He moved off the bed, grabbing some lotion that he’d apparently placed beside her at some point.

  “But I thought you liked it when I called you Daddy.” Confusion fuzzed her horny brain.

  “Which is exactly why I wanted to bite you again.” Zeke leaned over and licked along her spine.

  Her ass clenched around the new plug, making her fingers and toes both curl. “You are so my kind of dirty.” A click sounded somewhere above her and she shivered. She closed her eyes, more than kind of enjoying the surprise of whatever was coming next.

  Hopefully her.

  Warm hands covered in lotion touched her shoulders and then smoothed down her back all the way to her ass.

  Unngg, was all she could say as he rubbed her back, her shoulders, her sides, her ass and upper thighs.

  “I have a question,” Zeke broke the silence that had lovingly expanded all around them.

  “Yes, I am a puddle.”

  “Not yet but you will be.” He rubbed her arms all the way down to her hands, adding more lotion as he went. “Why do you call me Daddy? And why do you only do it sometimes? So I guess that’s two questions.”

  Aslan pondered his questions for a second. “I do it because it’s dirty and I love how it makes you horny and growly. It’s hot and delicious and did I mention I like it dirty?”

  “I do believe you mentioned something about that.”

  “And I normally only do it when you’re pampering me. Taking care of me maybe though you’re always doing that. I don’t know. When the mood strikes me I say it. I really like it.”

  “I do, too. Definitely like the dirty aspect. And I love taking care of you. Nothing makes me happier. As in nothing. You’re my, little girl. Others probably won’t get it but fuck them. Us against the world right, babygirl?”

  “Very much yes.”

  Zeke finished massaging her second hand, laying it down on the bed. “Okay, time to flip over so I can do the front.”

  Aslan laughed. “That’s what she said.” She struggled to get her arms and hands to cooperate. The plug reminded her it was still there with a swift doze of arousal when she moved. “A total puddle.”

  Zeke helped her reposition herself on her back. “About to be.”

  Tilting her head back a tiny bit, she pursed her lips.

  “Need a kiss, lover?”

  She nodded and kept her lips pooched out.

  He leaned over and kissed her and then another.

  “I love upside down kisses. They’re yummy.”

  “Yes, you are.”

  Aslan blinked a bit with the light above her because she wanted to watch Zeke. Especially since he’d taken off his shirt at some point.

  He grabbed the lotion bottle and turned off the light, leaving only the light coming from the bathroom. The mood immediately changed into something more intimate. Special. Seductive.

  Walking back over, Aslan eyed him. “You have way too many clothes on.”

  “All I have on are shorts.” He shook the lotion bottle, squeezing more into his hand.

  “Exactly.”

  “You’ll get your wish in just a few minutes.” Tossing the lotion on the bed, he moved in closed, cupping her breasts in both hands. “But for now I’m going to turn you into that puddle I promised.”

  Aslan’s eyelids fluttered closed as he smoothed lotion all over her breasts, chest, stomach, ribs, shoulders, arms and face.

  Then he did her hips and the tops of her thighs. On each stroke he moved closer and closer to her clit but he never actually touched her.

  Blood pumped through her pelvis, turning her need up by a magnitude of a bajillion on each glancing touch of his thumbs.

  “Needy?” he growled at her.

  “So needy,” she groaned.

  “Then spread those legs and I’ll see about making that ache go away.”

  Aslan’s abdomen contracted on his words.

  Fuck, did that man get a lion’s share of sex appeal.

  She bent her legs, allowing them to remain flat on the bed, giving Zeke all the access he wanted.

  He removed his arms and took a step back.

  Moving her head a bit to the side, she watched him unbutton his shorts, allowing them to fall to the ground. “Mmm, you’re very hard.”

  He stepped closer to grab the lotion bottle again. “You’re very sexy.” He flipped open the top but then closed it again. “I’ll be taking the plug out now. I want access to all of your holes.” Reaching over her torso and between her legs he grasped the edge of the jewel portion of the plug. Turning it slowly back and forth, he worked the plug free.

  It took all of Aslan’s concentration to relax her muscles enough to let it go.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned as it slid free. Her muscles tightened again as Zeke lifted the metal free.

  With his eyes on her he licked the plug. His eyelids closed as he groaned. “I love knowing all of your tastes.”

  “I think I just came a little,” Aslan confessed. Maybe he got his share and a few other guys’ sex appeal.

  He set the plug on the night stand and flicked open the lotion bottle again and squeezed some into his hand. “I’m sure we can do much better than a little orgasm, don’t you?”

  Aslan didn’t answer. She was riveted by the drop of pre-cum perched on the end of Zeke’s cock.

  She licked her lips and Zeke must have seen her as he moved forward.

  “You look thirsty.”

  Aslan’s gaze darted up to his face and back down. “Parched.”

  Grasping his cock, he aimed it at her mouth.

  She didn’t waste time asking questions. Instead, she scooted back so her head was hanging off the bed just a little bit so she could get to him at a better angle.

  “Dammit,” Zeke cursed as Aslan swiped her tongue across the wet tip of his shaft.

  “Mmm,” she moaned again as she swallowed the salty elixir down. Then her hips jolted as Zeke pushed his slick hands through the lips of her sex. “Fuck. What you do to me.”

  His fingers passed over the entrance to her sex to ring the sensitive muscles of her ass, then he gathered more of her wetness, spreading it over the tight bud of her clit.

  Pleasure heated her body, racing to get to the top of her head.

  And to her mouth as she sucked the head of Zeke’s cock in past her lips.

  The thought of trying to make him cum flitted through her mind but it was gone before her next rapid heartbeat. She simply wanted his cock in her throat when she came. And she knew she had to hurry.

  The tight circles of his rough hands was going to catapult her into the stratosphere in mere
seconds.

  Using one hand, he pulled at the mound of her sex, exposing more of the nerve rich bundle of deliciousness he teased with his other hand.

  Soft caresses and firm strokes. He alternated between the two, making her pant as she licked along his shaft.

  “You’re gonna come for me.” Not a question. A statement.

  She loved him knowing how close she was.

  Her coordination of sucking his cock was suffering the closer she got to coming.

  He must have sensed her trouble or just wanted to be inside her mouth, because Zeke moved.

  Instead of holding himself a bit away from her, he stepped right in front of her face, thrusting at first shallowly into her mouth. Then deeper and deeper.

  The deeper he moved the faster he rubbed her clit.

  Unable to do anything but hold on for the ride, Aslan let go of his shaft and reached around his legs so she could hold onto his thighs. She dug her fingernails in, already on the verge of coming.

  Her hips moved on their own in time with his fingers.

  His cock at the back of her throat, he pushed a bit farther and retreated. Right back to the edge and beyond, then retreat.

  Aslan took a deep breath and physically relaxed her throat, which also relaxed the rest of her body.

  So much happened in that moment her mind expanded ten-fold.

  Zeke growled, pushing into her throat where they both wanted him to be.

  The pressure on her clit increased to a perfect pressure.

  Zeke’s balls pushed against her nose eliminating Aslan’s ability to breathe at all.

  Breath play. Holy Fuck.

  Orgasm swamped her, yanking her below the surface of some dark and reverent place pleasure existed.

  She came so hard she saw stars, her body jackknifing up on the bed.

  Zeke followed the movement somehow as he continued to strum the nerves centered at the top of her thighs.

  She wanted to scream but couldn’t.

  She needed to breathe but couldn’t.

  She wanted to cry at the exquisite pleasure of it but could do nothing but ride the wave of rapture Zeke lifted her up onto.

  In the next moment, Zeke yanked out of her throat, leaving her gasping for breath and to find her bearings as the orgasm continued to rip through her senses.

  He somehow turned her in bed so her head was on a pillow.

  Things clattered to the floor as he climbed on the bed between her legs, latching onto her clit with his mouth. Her orgasm swelled again as he tongued her sex.

  Her hands went to the pillows beneath her head as her body arched again.

  Pleasure by any other name would be as sweet.

  And to her she called it perfection.

  For an eternity, Zeke worked her until every ounce of pleasure was rung from her shaking body.

  As she lay there shivering with decadent carnality, Zeke got up on his knees, fit the tip of his shaft to her pulsing sex and pushed inside.

  She was prepared for rough. For force and pain. She welcomed both.

  Instead, he eased himself inside her. Almost as if he kissed her everywhere on each tiny thrust until he was fully buried within the walls of her greedy sex.

  Then he gathered her up, cradling her head in his hands as he settled on top of her.

  Making love.

  Soft. Gentle. Emotional.

  Up close and personal. It was almost too much for her to take. She felt laid bare by the way he treated her. The way he loved her. She tried to urge him on but he wouldn’t let her rush. Nor pull away. They were locked in together as he moved inside her and she automatically wrapped her legs over his. So close. Nothing between them.

  Not even words for a long time.

  Just connection.

  Fuck.

  She tried to pull away, but he moved her head back. “Eyes on me.”

  “Was supposed to be all about you.”

  A simple shake of his head was all she got for a few seconds. “No. Us. That’s what I wanted. Always.”

  “But I want it to be everything you’ve ever wanted. More.” There was the truth. “More.”

  “You. Are. Everything.”

  “But…” Her voice trailed off unsure.

  “What?”

  “You still hold back.” No clue where it came from. She did, but it definitely hadn’t been what she’d been thinking about right then but it was so true. From earlier in the evening. From days ago. Weeks ago. She knew it the moment it whispered past her vocal cords that it was still true. And past time she brought it up.

  Zeke’s eyes flared for just a second. For one moment, he was completely open to her and she knew she was right.

  Just as quickly, the intensity faded and he shook his head. “You give me everything I could ever need. Everything.” He shook his head again, continuing to move inside her.

  “Don’t lie, Zeke. Not ever. Not even when we both know you’re doing it.”

  He slowed, staring down at her. “Don’t for a minute think you don’t give me what I need. This.” He looked between them where they were joined and fully thrust inside again. “Us. It’s more than I ever thought possible. You’ve given me the biggest gift of all.”

  “Which is what?”

  “Your submission.”

  “But… There’s a but.” She wouldn’t let him pull away this time. “I know there’s something. I don’t know what it is. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. There’s just something there. Or not there. Talk to me.”

  His gaze drilled into hers. His eyelids lowered as he glanced at her throat, then he changed his weight onto one arm and his free hand circled the flesh he still stared at.

  Her heart beat against the palm of his hand though he didn’t tighten it down. Much. Maybe she’d been wrong earlier with his look of disgust at the choker. Maybe it was because it wasn’t his. Maybe.

  “You don’t need to see everything my monster wants. You just don’t.”

  Aslan chewed on her bottom lip and pulled him a tiny bit closer. “Do you only want pieces of me?”

  “Fuck no. I want it all.”

  “Ditto.”

  He moved his hand and shook his head as he gathered her close one more time. “It’s different, Aslan.”

  “Not even a tiny bit.”

  “I’m twice your size. It’s different.” His nostrils flared and the muscles in his jaw clenched when he spoke. “I could hurt you.”

  “I like it when you hurt me.”

  Zeke deflated and rolled off of her. In defeat or exasperation, she didn’t know but she wasn’t letting him go. Not when she finally thought she had a chance of getting some real answers from him.

  Aslan moved with him, settling on his lap as she slid down his still taught length.

  The groan from his chest gave her courage she desperately needed as he grabbed onto her hips.

  “I’m not weak.”

  “The last thing you are is weak, my wife.” He hissed as she knelt up and slid down again.

  “Then I want to see it all. My monster. Mine.”

  His eyes were on her, focused on her. Trained. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

  “Then don’t you think it’s time you showed me?”

  A glint of something dark and dangerous crossed his face.

  The first frission of fear crept up Aslan’s spine and her fingers dug into his chest. The walls of her sex licked at him as she pushed higher. Her abdomen clenched as he followed her up, filling her pussy.

  With a twist of his powerful frame she was on her back beneath him once more.

  Pinning her arms above her head with one hand, he palmed her breast with the other hand. His fingers locked onto the tight tip of her nipple until she gasped.

  “There’s no going back if we do this. Nothing will erase what I want to do to you. Are you ready for that? Are you ready for the possibility you might hate me afterward?”

  “Are you ready for the possibility I might love you more?
” Aslan stared at her husband, desperate for him to hear her.

  “This will change us,” he whispered.

  Vulnerability. Aslan never expected that emotion to be staring down at her when he held himself still inside her.

  “It will. But maybe it’s exactly what we’ve both been looking for.”

  One thrust inside her. Another. Slick. Deep. Throbbing. She rode the razor edge of an orgasm and knew this was exactly what she’d wanted her fantasy night to be. Who knew this was what she’d sought to give him all along.

  Freedom.

  Tears filled her eyes and she squeezed them tight to keep them at bay. The last thing she wanted him to think was she was having second thoughts. Or scared. Or anything other than ecstatic. She smiled, happier than she thought possible with the most amazing man on top of her. “Please,” she whispered.

  “Be sure, my wife.”

  Forcing her eyelids open, she willed her eyes to dry. She needed to be brave and she sure as shit wasn’t going to let Zeke down when he needed her.

  The look of heat and need swirling in his irises told her everything she wanted to know.

  “I’m sure. No regrets.”

  “Do you remember your safe word?”

  Aslan swallowed. “Yes.”

  “Good. Because you’re probably going to need it.” He pushed in deep, moving with an urgency she’d never seen before.

  Something dark and dangerous broke free with her consent whispered between them.

  One word filled her head as pleasure and fear wrenched her beneath the surface of another orgasm.

  Finally…

  Jennifer Kacey

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