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“You can let go now, sweetness,” Nick tells me with surprising gentleness, considering his recent stark orders. I move my hands away and raise questioning eyes to his face, unsure of what I’m supposed to be doing here. Oh, I get how it works in theory, but what about right this second? No clue.
One of Nick’s hands leaves my hip and starts teasing the backs of my legs where my narrow skirt is banded tight against them. It distracts my attention so that when he pushes my hips forward in one smooth motion, I slide right onto his cock. Not all the way, but enough to feel his girth pressing tight against the walls of my channel. It’s strange and delicious. I wiggle, wanting all of him, not content to be patient anymore. Nick, of course, holds me in place.
I almost slip and call him Nick but at the last second I catch myself. “Mr. Savage!”
His eyes practically glow with heat. “Yes, Candace?”
“I need… I want… all of you. Please!”
“Hmmm. Since you asked so nicely. Maybe just a little more.”
I practically weep with need because he doesn’t do as I ask right away. No, he has to inch my skirt up, difficult because it’s so constricted with my thighs wide until he can slide a finger between my butt cheeks. Again it distracts me as he teases the flesh split wide by his cock. It tickles slightly and I feel a gush of wetness let down from deep inside me. He slides in a few more inches. This time the tightness stings and I resist the press of tears at the corners of my eyes. I bite my lip because I’m so afraid he’ll stop completely if he thinks he’s hurting me. But instead, his probing finger keeps softly touching and distracting until the pain fades away. His hand moves to my front.
“Are you ready to cum on my cock for me, Candace?”
I nod frantically, but he stays stone still until I manage to gasp, “Yes, Mr. Savage.”
My body too was waiting for that signal apparently because as soon as he moves his fingers to touch my clit I’m bursting into flames. My pussy is stretched to the point of burning and everywhere his finger glides, heat follows. My channel grasps reflexively at his cock, but instead of pushing in further, he pulls out slightly. Then he’s back, his thick length sliding past my engorged folds, and the sensation is like finding that perfect vein of fudge in a vat of vanilla ice cream. Sinful and delicious and I want it to go on and on forever.
When my climax completely overtakes me, I slump against his broad chest, my pussy continuing to quiver with delight that his cock is still hard and within its grasp. But the rest of me is sated and boneless. His large hand leaves my clit to once again slide over my exposed butt with soothing strokes.
“This is where you belong, Candace. On my lap, speared by my cock. If I had my way, this is how you would eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You would go to sleep cuddling my cock in your warm pussy and when you shower, we’ll lather it up with soap and you’ll use it like a brush inside and out.”
I snort softly with laughter at the images he’s painting, but I’m getting hot, too. I know that’s not practical, but it still sounds like fun. My chortle is muffled by his chest, but he still hears it.
“Are you laughing at me, little mouse?” He keeps his voice stern enough that I can’t tell if he’s teasing until I lift my head. He is, the twinkle is there, buried deep in his eyes, but so is the fierce hunger that reminds me he still hasn’t cum. His cock remains rigid in my depths.
“I would never, er, Mr. Savage. Um, don’t you need to…?”
He doesn’t reply, just braces me against him as he stands, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips and bringing his cock fully into me at the same time. I shiver with renewed need.
Then my back is flat on the dining room table, although his large hand is cradling my head. He lowers it gently before unhooking the halter neck of my dress, peeling it down past my breasts.
“Do you do this deliberately, Candace? Spill things to make me jealous of a few crumbs that get to nestle between your beautiful breasts?” He’s practically growling as he glares fiercely at my chest. I stare at him blankly until he lowers his head and bites at the flaky bits of pastry that drifted down there. Oh. Oh my.
I cradle his head with my hands while he licks and sucks, eventually forgetting about crumbs and taking my hard, thrusting nipples into his hot mouth one at a time.
My head is thrashing from side to side with the overwhelming sensations he evokes with his mouth, and his cock still pulsing hot and hard within me. That’s when I catch a glimpse of our reflection in the dark windows and I’m transfixed. The image of a woman in blue splayed out on the table while a hulk of a man stands over her. Ravishing her. And the smile of utter awareness on her face… I gasp and Nick briefly stops to see what’s caught my attention.
“Do you like being fucked by a beast on your dining table, Candace?”
I turn back to him, my hand tracing his sharp cheekbone with adoration. “My beast, my darling Mr. Savage. You aremybeast.”
As if my claiming him is an erotic lure, it sets him off. He grunts fiercely while his cock begins pounding into me, pushing deeper and deeper with faster and faster friction until I can’t tell if he’s coming or going because every nerve is lit up and tingling. Finally, Nick surges forward with a roar pressing into my clit as he leans forward and I explode. My body tenses with the force of building energy and the pressure of his cum pushing into a space that I swear has no more room. It keeps coming though, seeping into the pores and forging new sensory connections with parts of me I hadn’t ever felt before. Aftershocks of my orgasm continue spiraling outwards as Nick collapses on top of me, pressing me into the smooth wood of the table.
15
Time slows, and it’s just the two of us, joined forever. Until eventually Nick slowly pulls out of me and stands upright. All of me immediately feels his absence. Even though he reaches over for one of the extraordinarily expensive dinner napkins and begins to mop up the cum running down my thighs.
“If you run off now to your sex therapist, I will never speak to you again,” I announce, pushing myself up on my elbows. I might, just maybe, occasionally, use humor to cover up my vulnerabilities with the people I trust.
Nick stares at me dumbfounded, and then I see awareness catch in his gaze. He gets me, I think. Something that I love but that also makes me nervous. The people that truly get you are the ones that can deliver the most painful blows because they know right where to hit. He slides the top of my dress back up, fastening it behind my neck before he speaks. “My mouse, I will put you in charge of all my appointments. But I expect I will be far too busy fucking my insatiable and very young wife to make it across town for anything else.”
Grinning with delight at being basically described as a trophy wife, I accept his hand down from the table and discover my legs are still shaking. Nick frowns and scoops me up, depositing me on the sofa in the formal living room. “Did I hurt you, Candace?” He’s all concern as his fingers probe me gently.
I shake my head with a soft smile. “No, I’m fine. More than fine. Will you take me back to your big bed now? I want you to hold me close.” I push myself up just to prove to him I can walk. I’m truly okay, just exhausted from the travel and the flood of sensation that came from finally having Nick plumb the depths of my body.
He doesn’t look convinced, but we lock up and head back downstairs. I pause in mid-step and Nick takes my arm in concern. “Nick!” I whisper shout. The streets are never truly empty in New York. “We can’t leave things like that. Who’s going to clean it up? What will they think?” I’m blushing at the thought of someone finding that napkin that Nick probably left on top of the table.
