“Hmm, I am not so sure. I think I should have used a ginger plug instead of a normal one. Next time.”
“There will not be a next time, Master. I have learned my lesson.”
“Somehow, I doubt that, Kalia.” He pushed the plug in fully then gave her ass a light tap. “Stand up.”
He held her for a moment after she stood. Then he sat on the bed once he was certain she was steady. Reaching back, he grabbed a pillow off the bed and placed it on the floor between his feet. “Kneel here.”
She knelt and stared up at him, licking her lips. He checked his view in the mirror. Perfect. He held out his cock to her. “Spread your legs and poke that ass out. Then I want you to lean in and suck me.”
Lacey moved into position, her ass up and on display. She licked his slit and around the head before drawing him into her mouth. Quick then slow. Deep then shallow. His breath quickened, sweat breaking out on his skin as she played with him. “Enough playing, Kalia,” he growled. “Suck me down.”
She pulled back with a smile then took him deep. Slow at first, then she sped up, her cheeks sucking in as she moved back up his cock. Up and down. The ache in his balls intensified, and he knew he was close. He stared at her scarlet ass in the mirror, the plug peeking out from between her cheeks, and her plump pussy lips he managed to catch glimpses of.
Damn, it was more than his control could take.
“Stop,” he ordered, grabbing hold of her shoulders.
She glanced up at him in surprise.
“I am taking your ass tonight, Kalia,” he explained. He stood then helped her up. “On your hands and knees on the bed.”
She moved into position as he placed a condom over his erection. Even that small movement against his cock had him gritting his teeth against coming. He grabbed the lube and spread more over his cock. Slowly he pulled the plug from her ass then threw it to the floor to deal with later. He knelt behind her and parted her cheeks, then pressed his cock slowly into her hot, welcoming warmth. Letting go of her ass cheeks, he reached around and rubbed her clit as he entered her inch by delicious inch.
“Kalia, I have decided to be lenient and allow you to come.”
Her heavy pants filled the room. “Thank you, Master.”
He increased the pressure on her clit, flicking it firmly as he seated himself fully inside her. He paused for a moment, taking a couple of deep breaths. “Come, Kalia.”
Then he drew back. In and out. He kept up the movements against her clit and knew she was close as her whimpers became more frantic, and she fisted her hands in the bedspread.
“Come with me,” he told her as he felt his orgasm looming. “Come now!”
He gave out a shout of deep satisfaction as he fell into the abyss of pleasure. He continued to play with her clit until he heard her scream. Felt her squeezing down around him, wringing every last drop from his cock.
***
He groaned as he heard his cell phone ring. He knew he should have left it turned off. But just before they’d climbed into the shower he’d switched it back on. He needed to be contactable in case something came up with work.
It was possible it was work calling, but more probable it was his mother.
“Shouldn’t you get that?” Lacey asked as she leaned back against his chest. He reached around and cupped her breast, squeezing the nipple.
“I don’t want to. I had plans for our shower time.”
And they didn’t involve his mother. He shuddered at the thought. Damn, there went his erection. He leaned in and nipped at her neck. “I’ll try to be quick.”
She glanced at him over her shoulder. “I’ll be here.”
She waited as long as she could but she was turning into a prune by the time she decided enough was enough and got out of the shower. She quickly dried herself off then wrapped a dry towel around her. She went into the bedroom, wondering what had kept him so long. When she walked in, he gave her an apologetic look then grimaced.
“Yes, mother, I know . . . but you know she hardly ever answers her phone so why do you worry so much when you can’t reach her.”
His mother. Again. Her calls were getting more frequent. Her worrying seemed to be escalating, which worried Lacey and stressed Gray out. He frequently had a headache after speaking to her.
She gave him a sympathetic smile then grabbed her phone and moved into the living area, sitting down on a leather chair. Maybe it was time to look at getting his mother a better psychiatrist. Lacey searched around on the internet and found someone she thought would work. Standing, she found a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down the details before moving over to the liquor cabinet and pouring Gray a scotch. He’d need it.
When she walked into the bedroom, he was off the phone. He sat on the side of the bed, his elbows resting against his thighs as he hung his head. He looked defeated.