“Can I help you?”
She waited and watched. Though his eyes grew a deeper shade of ocean blue, Dexter didn’t answer. She’d almost forgotten her offer by the time he helped her from the tub, tenderly dried her body, and after directing her to the mattress, coated her skin with lotion. She became transfixed on the man above her. With each aromatic application, his muscled torso flexed, making the indentations of his abs more defined. His large hands—the ones that could cause both pain and pleasure—gently caressed her tender body. At times like this, witnessing his restrained power, Natalie understood what his words never uttered: it took more strength for him to control his actions than to wield a crop or cause her tears.
There was something in that realization: the knowledge that she could give him an outlet for both, taking his bite and allowing him to make it better with a kiss, caused her heart to swell. Maybe she was going crazy.
“How, bug?”
Dexter didn’t need to say more. She knew what he was asking. How was she willing to help him?
“I’ve never seen a man…I know we’re going to have sex. I think I’m ready, but first, can I touch it?”
“So only your hands?”
She shrugged. “And maybe my mouth.”
Dexter groaned. “It’s time for your dinner.”
“Maybe this once, we can eat later?”
He stood. “Off the bed, Nat. Kneel for your king.”
Chapter Fourteen
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
~ Lao Tzu
Natalie scurried from the bed to the floor. The anticipation building inside her camouflaged the hard surface beneath her knees. She didn’t notice the concrete as her breasts heaved and she sat back on her bent toes with her hands at her side.
Had she given up hope of ever leaving this room? She didn’t know. What Natalie had come to realize was that her life as she had known it no longer existed. The turmoil over classes and meeting everyone else’s expectations was a thing of the past. Keeping up appearances and pleasing everyone didn’t matter. Those pressures had been chains holding her in a box designed by her birth, family, and social status. As strange as her existence was now, it was simpler and surprisingly freer.
Natalie now had one priority. He was currently observing her every move.
Her breath stilled as Dexter walked around her, once and then again. He gathered her damp hair and secured it at the top of her head with a tie.
Natalie exhaled. He hadn’t braided it.
Again, he was in front of her. “Go ahead, open my jeans.”
She reached up, and as she unsnapped his jeans, her tongue darted to her suddenly dry lips. Everything about this was scary and exciting. Through veiled lashes she looked up as she reached for the zipper. When he nodded, she lowered it. Beneath his jeans, his briefs were black and silky.
“Keep going.”
Her throat dried as she tugged his jeans to his thighs. She’d never before so much as seen his thighs. Did all men’s thighs look as powerful? Her heart raced as she reached for the band of his briefs. The large bulge of his erection was in front of her. What would it look like?
Dexter stopped her hands. “Nat, I’m going to come, either in your mouth or on you. Do you realize that?”
“I want you to. I want to be the one who makes that happen, like you are for me.”
“Fuck,” he breathed the word more than he said it.
With more confidence than she truly felt, she lowered the band. Her eyes opened wide as his penis sprang forward. Natalie gasped. “It’s so big.” She looked up to him. “I-I…inside me?”
Dexter petted her hair. “Not today, bug. Today, kiss it.”
With her heart hammering loudly in her chest, she leaned forward, familiarizing herself with the only man to have her. His musky scent, the way the skin of his thick shaft stretched. His hair—there—was coarse. Her lips came forward and puckered as they contacted the tight skin. Despite its hardness, the surface was velvety soft.
“Now your hands.”
It took both of them as she wrapped her fingers around him. Beneath her grasp his cock thickened, growing even larger. The tip glistened as pre-cum leaked from a slit.
Up and down her hands moved, faster and faster. More cum oozed down his cock, creating a slick medium that allowed her hands to slide as she pumped.
“Suck it, bug.”
She opened her lips wide and pushed her tongue to the base of her mouth. The flavor was musky and salty, like nothing she’d tasted. Keeping her hands around the length, she lowered her mouth until she couldn’t take any more.
“Fuck, that feels so good.”
It was the encouragement she needed. She was doing this. Sucking his cock was like accepting his pain. It was what he expected, but unlike his pain, this didn’t hurt. It was empowering. And then he took that away.
His hand found the ponytail he’d styled. Gripping it tighter, he dictated the movement of her head. No longer in control, she fought the urge to gag as his length reached the back of her throat. Her eyes began to water and nostrils flared. It wasn’t the same kind of pain as that brought on by a crop to her sensitive skin, yet it created the same fear. Would she survive?
Her skin prickled as her jaw ached and lungs fought for air. She was at his mercy, and then he released her briefly, only to begin again. Soon they fell into a rhythm allowing her to breathe. She forgot the ache of her jaw as he pumped faster and faster. No longer was she sucking; she simply existed as a channel for his pleasure. The realization dampened her core. His grip upon her hair tightened until all at once his breathing quickened and his thrusts became more forceful and erratic.
Like other times with Dexter, this would leave Nat bruised. It wasn’t something she questioned. She’d take whatever he offered—his wrath or his cum—if it made him happy. And then it happened: warm liquid spurted in her mouth. Her bruised lips tightened around his penis. There was so much of it as his cock shuddered and more and more filled her mouth.
“Swallow.”
Of course she obeyed. Gulp after gulp until all that remained was his still-hard cock.
He pulled it back.
Her eyes were filled with tears, yet her shoulders were straight.
“Fuck, Nat, that was fantastic.”
Her battered lips smiled.
Dexter helped her stand. Her toes were tingly, yet she hadn’t been aware of anything but him. He pulled her close as his lips found hers. A kiss, a real kiss. His tongue gently teased her lips.
He’d kissed her many times—her skin, her hair, her tears. This was different. They were kissing each other.
Natalie moaned and core pinched as her body melted toward his.
Dexter stepped back and reached for his shirt.
Her heart sank, knowing he was going to leave her alone.