My Father's Best Friend(25)

"Silence," I commanded, my voice hard as steel, much the same as my cock. "You broke a rule, sweetheart."

Picking up the crop, I lashed it lightly across one round globe of her  ass, ready to explode at the reddening of her creamy, white skin.

Charlotte cried out and I immediately halted to make sure she was okay.  "Are you using your safe word, sweetheart, or do you trust me to go on?"

She didn't answer right away and I began to worry that I was wrong about  my belief that this would appeal to her. Then she spoke. "You can  continue," she said shakily.

"Since that was so unexpected, I'm going to forgive your outburst at the  first lash. But, no more, Charlotte. I expect silence." I waited and  she obeyed, so I rubbed away the sting on her bottom, and kissed the  skin. "I'm going to give you the punishment you tallied up so it's out  of the way."

I checked to make sure that she was still wet, much needed proof that  this was turning her on, and found her absolutely soaked. I administered  two quick slaps of the crop on each cheek, then smoothed my hand over  the pinked skin, helping to alleviate some of the sting.

"Fuck, sweetheart. Seeing these marks on your unmarred skin has me so  close to coming." Feeling her wetness again, I groaned. "Is it making  you hot, sweetheart? Answer."

"Y-yes. I didn't think it would be so..." she trailed off, seemingly searching for the right word, "erotic."

I smiled widely, even though she couldn't see it. Fuck yes! I knew she  was fucking made for me. I started to explore her body with my hands and  mouth, always returning to her pussy, licking and nipping everywhere  but where she wanted it most. She was shaking and squirming with the  need to be vocal and when I finally ran my tongue over her clit, she  couldn't hold it in and cried out my name. I immediately slapped the  crop across her ass, a little harder this time.

Then I took the leather strips and pressed them to her pussy, wetting  them with her juices, before coming over her and bringing them to her  mouth, commanding her to lick them clean. "See how much this turns you  on, sweetheart? What I do to you, the taste I am always starving for."

Before moving, I released the blindfold and looked deeply into her  chocolate eyes. They were glazed over with passion, well on her way to  subspace. I played with her tits and nipples on my way back to kneeling  behind her. Then attacked her pussy with a vengeance, but backed off as  soon as I felt her on the brink. I did it over and over until her body  was humming with need and she was sucking in big gulps of oxygen.

"You've been such a good girl, sweetheart. I think you deserve a reward. Do you want to come?"

"Please, Gabe."

I whipped the crop across her ass. "I did not specifically tell you to answer."

She looked back at me, her lips pinched together, the color drained from them as she attempted to keep silent.

My mouth back on her pussy, I plunged two fingers into her tight little  hole and heard her moan. I kept my position as I administered another  lashing and greedily sucked up the rush of arousal that flooded my  mouth.

"Come, Charlotte," I mumbled against her.

Her orgasm ripped through her and I lapped up every drop, alternating  between her clit and tongue fucking her, keeping her flying high for as  long as possible. After she had come three times, she was limp and  barely able to keep herself upright. I backed off and ripped away my  boxers, unable to wait any longer.

"You were incredible, sweetheart. I'm proud of you for obeying me. Grab  onto the headboard and this time I want to hear you. Scream the house  down so everyone in this building knows you are being thoroughly  fucked."

"Gabe, I don't think I can," she whimpered.

I used my hand this time, leaving a beautiful palm print and draining my  last reserves of control. "You can and you will, Charlotte. When I tell  you to, you will come for me one more time."         

     



 

Strands of her long blonde hair were glued to the skin of her back from  sweat. I grabbed a handful and wrapped it around my fist, tightening,  but not pulling. My cock was so hard, I was worried I might blow the  moment I was inside her. I squeezed the base for a second, trying to  push back my orgasm. It was just enough that I had a little more  confidence. I lined it up with her pussy and plunged inside, bottoming  out in that first thrust. She screamed, the sound making my ears ring  and making my cock, somehow, impossibly harder.

I set a punishing rhythm, thrusting in and out so hard that the bed  slammed up against the wall. Her pussy was clenching around my dick,  practically strangling the life out of it.

"Oh fuck. Damn you're tight, sweetheart. Your pussy doesn't want to let me go."

Every time I pulled out, it fought to keep me, the suction almost too  strong. I firmed my grip on her hair and began to tug it roughly with  every forward shove, not enough to truly hurt her, but enough to cause a  tingling prick of pain, adding to her experience.

"Yes, Gabe. Oh! Yes, yes, YES!

I felt her walls bearing down and I slapped her ass. "Not until I give  you permission, Charlotte." I could see her bite her lip, desperately  struggling not to come.

"I could spend my life doing nothing but fucking you, sweetheart. Your  pussy was created just for me. Oh fuck, yes! That's it, take it deep and  don't let go. Fucking hell!" I was yelling as loud as she was at that  point.

When I couldn't take anymore, I brought my hand down on her ass four  times, tugging her hair with each slap. "Come for me, Charlotte!" I  bellowed and with one last drive deep, I pulled her hair hard and  reached around to slap her pussy, setting us both skyrocketing into  oblivion.

I'd never come so hard and long in my entire life. I wouldn't be  surprised if that amount of come and the force with which it was  shooting into her, made her birth control obsolete. Particularly with  the way I felt Charlotte's body taking every last drop. It was that  fucking good.





Chapter 12


Charlotte


Gabe woke me a few hours later and made love to me gently. It had none  of the frenzied urgency of the night before but left me just as  satisfied. He was careful with me as he stroked into me lazily, like he  had all the time in the world. And I guessed he did since I'd agreed to  become his wife. After we'd both come, he'd drawn me a bath, carrying me  into the bathroom and sitting in the tub with me while I let the hot  water soothe the aches I still felt from my introduction into the  rougher side of sex. When I started to drift off in his lap, he lifted  me out of the tub, dried us both off and carried me back to bed, where  we'd spent the rest of the night wrapped around each other as we slept.

I woke again in the morning to the sound of Gabe's voice. ‘Wake up, sleepy head."

"Too early." My voice was muffled by the pillow I buried my face into. I  didn't have another final until tomorrow and I had no desire to wake up  until after noon. I needed to make up all the sleep I'd lost the last  two nights. A loss that was well worth the pleasure I'd received, but  one which needed to be at least partially caught up on soon or else I'd  become a cranky bitch. No amount of orgasms would stop it from  happening. I was a person who needed her sleep. If I was going to marry  Gabe, it was a lesson he needed to learn sooner rather than later. Wait a  second.

I turned my head to the left and lifted my hand into my line of sight.  There it was. The antique diamond ring Gabe had slid onto my finger last  night. An engagement ring. I'd told Gabe I would marry him.

"We're engaged."

He rubbed the underside of my finger along the gold encircling it. "Your  future hubby refuses to leave home without a goodbye kiss."

My freak out stopped in its tracks while he claimed my lips. As always, I  lost myself in his kiss and all thoughts flew out of my brain. But then  they came rushing back in as soon as he walked out of the bedroom and I  heard the front door close behind him. In the cold light of day,  without Gabe around to fog my mind, my decision to accept his proposal  seemed insane.

I needed advice, and there was only one person I went to when I wanted  input into my decisions. I groped at the nightstand for my cell phone to  call my sister.

"Morning," she chirped. "How are finals going?"

"Easy peasy so far." My voice cracked as tears filled my eyes.

"Then why do you sound like it's the end of the world?"

"A lot has happened since I last saw you," I sniffled.

"Today is Wednesday, Charlotte. I saw you on Sunday. How much could have  happened in three days? Is this about the professor you were telling me  about?" Her pitch got higher with each question. "Did he hurt you? Do I  need to send Brysen over?"         

     



 

"Not unless he wants to see my engagement ring before you do."

Dead silence met my flippant remark. I could practically picture the stunned look on her face. "I'm sending a car for you."