His Sub by Ellis O. Day

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 30:  Maggie

 

 

 

Maggie had no idea how long she lay there. If it weren’t for the pain in her knees and arms, she could’ve stayed forever with Terry’s large body wrapped around her, protecting her. No, he wasn’t protecting her, but he had given her the best orgasm…orgasms she’d ever had. “Terry.”

“Hmm.” He mumbled against her neck.

“My arms.”

“Oh shit. Sorry.” He lifted up and untied her wrists. He was still buried deep inside her but he wasn’t hard anymore.

“Oh…” She groaned as feeling flooded back into her limbs.

“Let me.” He rubbed her arms, his strong hands easing away the aches.

She sighed, resting her head against the chair. She should feel some embarrassment—kneeling naked on the floor, her face pressed against a chair—but she didn’t. She didn’t feel anything but satisfied and boneless. His fingers moved to her shoulders and she moaned. “Oh…god, that feels so good.”

“I should be offended.” He chuckled. “I think you’re enjoying this more than you did my cock.”

“They’re both nice.” She smiled. He hated that word.

“Watch it.” He swatted her ass playfully.

She tightened her inner muscles and the breath whooshed from his chest as his dick twitched inside her.

“So, my little rabbit wants more.”

“Why do you call me that?”

“That’s what I thought the first time I saw you.” His hands worked their way across the muscles in her back.

“I’m not a helpless rabbit.” She didn’t like the metaphor. Especially since lately, she felt helpless and adrift in a storm of problems she had no way to solve.

“You sure looked like it that night. Face pale, eyes wide as you took in the scene.” He laughed. “You were a little rabbit in a den of hyenas.”

“Shouldn’t it be wolves?” She tightened her inner muscles again, teasing his cock. She’d show him who the rabbit was.

“Nah. I’m the wolf. The rest of them are hyenas.” He leaned down and kissed his way up her spine. “You’re in my den now and a wolf knows exactly what to do with a rabbit.”

“Yeah?” She clenched her muscles again, tightening around his hardening cock.

“Absolutely.” He shifted, pulling out of her.

She moaned, her pussy throbbing, searching for its toy.

“Let’s go to bed.” He offered her his hand.

She took it and let him help her to her feet. The blood rushed to her legs and she swayed. He pulled her close, his large body, warm and strong, as he led her to the bedroom.

The room was as immaculate as the living room. Everything expensive, elegant and in its place. A huge bed sat in the center. The wood was dark and heavy, the bedding tan and green to match the carpet and walls. There wasn’t a hint of femininity to be seen.

He pulled down the covers. “After you.”

She was suddenly shy. It was weird because they’d done so much but now, she was naked and crawling into a bed with this man she barely knew.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” She smiled at him. “It’s just…I haven’t shared a bed with anyone but my ex in over ten years.”

“We can go to the couch if you’re not ready.”

“No. I’m more than ready.” David hadn’t wanted her. He’d left her and their life for someone else. She was ready to move on too, even if it were only for the night. She crawled onto the bed and flopped down on a pillow, tugging the sheet up and over her body.

He started to get in.

“Wait.”

He stopped a curious expression on his face. “You do understand that we’re going to share this bed, right?”

She laughed. “Yes, but I”—she knew her face was heating, but she didn’t care—“didn’t get to see you.”

He grinned and held out his arms. “Feast your eyes.” His gaze dropped to her lips. “You can feast with other parts of your anatomy later.”

Her eyes traveled over his body. He was in excellent shape—wide shoulders, thin hips, muscular chest with a sprinkling of dark hair and the arrow that led her gaze to…”Oh, my. You’re huge.” There was no way that entire thing had been inside her.

He grinned. “I’m still growing right now, but I’ll be at max soon if you keep looking at me like that.”

“I can’t believe that fit.”

He climbed into bed and leaned over her. “It did and it’s going to again.”

“I don’t know.” Now that she saw it, she wasn’t so sure she could handle that thing.

“I do.” His lips came down on hers and that was all it took.

It was instinct. He demanded and she gave. She opened for him, letting him ravage her mouth. He shifted and she opened her legs too. She wanted this man and it’d fit before so it’d fit again. He grabbed her face, tipping her head and thrusting his tongue into her mouth, all gentleness gone.

“You drive me mad, little rabbit.” He kissed his way down her neck to her breasts. “You have the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen.” His tongue flicked her nipple.

It was hot and firm and she wanted more. She grabbed his head, holding him in place. He latched onto her nipple, sucking hard. Desire shot from her breast to her center and she thrust upward, offering more of herself, all of herself. He could do whatever he wanted as long as he didn’t stop.

He broke away.

“Terry…” Her fingers still clutched his hair. She was probably pulling some out, but she needed his mouth back on her.

“Condom.” He reached inside his nightstand and grabbed one, tearing it open and rolling it down his dick.

“That thing is huge.” Bigger than before—a lot bigger. Panic wared with desire, making her throb even more. She reminded herself that it’d felt so good in the living room.

“Glad you like it.” He smirked.

“I think you’re going to ruin me for anyone else.”

“Good.” He grabbed her thighs and positioned them around his waist.

She locked her ankles, rubbing against his hardness and almost purring.

“Now, where were we?” He kissed her quickly and nibbled his way back to her breast, his teeth causing her skin to tingle in anticipation.

She held her breath, waiting to see if he’d nibble her there too. She had no idea if it’d hurt or if she’d like it, but then his mouth was on her nipple, sucking and licking, devouring her. Her head dropped back, a whimper slipping past her lips as she sunk into the mattress, her legs tightening around him and her hands holding his head in place. His teeth scraped across her nipple, dancing the edge of pleasure and pain. She arched her back, begging for more. He shifted, his dick pressing against her. He leaned on one arm, guiding himself to her opening. She gasped as he stretched her, fissures of pain sparking at his intrusion.

“Shhh.” He kissed her mouth, his finger going between her legs and stroking her. “It’s okay, baby. We’ll go slow like last time.” He kissed her again and his thumb teased around her clit as he slid deeper.

“Oh…” She gasped. He was all the way in now, throbbing and thick and god, she wanted more. “Please, Terry.”

“Sir.” He kissed her nose.

“Please, Sir.”

“Say it.” He held still, except for his thumb, teasing her tiny bud, coaxing the words from her.

“Fuck me. Please. Move.” She no longer cared that a mother didn’t say those words. Here in this bedroom, in this house with this man, she was a woman first.

“Whatever you want.”

He kissed her quick as his hips pumped faster and faster—filling her, stretching her, touching her so deep that she trembled. His mouth latched onto her breast, sending desire shooting through her abdomen. Need pooled between her legs, spiraling higher and higher with each deep, hard slide of his cock. She closed her eyes, holding on to him. He was the only solid thing in her life. The rest was nothing more than sensation—glorious, wonderful sensation. “Oh…god…Terry…”

He bit down on her nipple and she exploded, her body holding onto him as she came. His hips rocked harder, each retreat making her clamp around him tighter, wanting him to stay and before she realized what’d happened, her body was on fire again and another orgasm rolled through her like a tornado. She screamed as she bucked against him.