Honey, Honey by Rebel Carter
Chapter Nineteen
LAW
Getting Honey in the shower was easy because she was sweet again. She’d been quiet, her hands clasped in front of her while I switched on the taps, hit the button for the shower and tested the water making sure it was warm enough. She’d stepped into the shower without a word when I nodded at her to do so.
“You’re coming in, right?” She asked when she was standing inside the glass enclosed shower. She was standing in the middle, the spray of the shower head missing her, sliding down only half of her body. Stray water droplets sprayed up and against the glass between us and she moved forward, placing a hand on the glass not making a move to hide her nakedness from me. I liked that she was confident. I liked littles, ones that played in shyness, blushing cheeks and demure looks, but when it came to a submissive’s body I did not indulge the same behavior. A submissive had no need for shame with their Dom. Any partner I played with had the body I wanted. There were times when a submissive’s confidence was lacking, uncertainty and twisted body image making their presence known, but as their Dominant it was my job to actively take apart those threads until they had no bearing on my submissive. Their love of their own body put back together in the form of what Honey was now giving me.
Pure want. A joy found in sharing her body with me. She liked that I was looking at her, wanted me to do it. I could tell by the way she raised the hand not pressed to the glass and braced her elbow against the rapidly steaming glass. We stared at each other in the low light of the bathroom and I let my eyes wander slowly over her body. She was a beautiful woman, her dark hair down and curling, the ends of it sticking to her body from the water. She had full hips, and a soft belly, tits that were soft and full, the brown of her nipples prettily contrasting against her tan skin. My fingers twitched, the memory of what her nipples felt like had my dick hardening.
“Yes, I’m getting in,” I told her, shrugging out of my dress shirt and tossing it to the side on the small table that sat there. Shit like magazines, lotion and candles lined its surface, all meant for a comfortable stay. I tossed my shirt onto the table, covering the items but not before wondering if Honey like candles or what kind of lotion she would want rubbed into her skin.
“Hurry up,” Honey said, tapping a finger against the glass.
Those two words had my dick jumping. I gave her a disapproving look, though I enjoyed her behavior. She was a brat through and through. Even if we were just being together in the most basic sense of the word it was enjoyable to have her acting this way. She was comfortable. She was happy. She was bratting as she pleased, even without a scene.
These were all good signs. Honey would not be a flash in the pan or one time hookup. This thing between us was going to have legs.
“Now who’s bossy?” I asked her, unbuckling my belt and pants. Her muffled giggle sounded through the glass, but it was cut off when I finished undressing, adding my pants and belt to the growing pile of clothing on the table. When I got no answer I looked up from removing the last thing I wore–boxers–and saw Honey’s eyes were wide.
“What?”
“Holy shit,” she whispered.
“What?” I asked again.
Her eyes moved up and down the length of me, and she pressed her hand flat to the glass.
“You’re beautiful,” she blurted out. I snorted at her words. I’d been called a lot of things. Beautiful was not one of them. “Like seriously, fucking gorgeous.”
I ignored her words, but I liked how much enjoyment she got from looking at me. I had a good body, I knew that. I worked out six days a week maintaining the body I’d earned from keeping order in the streets, but it was a body that wasn’t perfect. There were scars from gunshots and knives, and the tattoos that I used to cover most of them, though I’d given up on that years into the game. Half of my chest was a mass of ink work, a falcon with its wings outstretched and soaring, a star above it and below a forest of plane trees, their gnarled branches twisting into one word: Sokolov. The scene was serene, calming, and it had been my solace–a constant reminder not to forget who I was. That I was, above all things Lawson Sokolov. Even when the money had been good, the seat at the table with the mafiosos and cartel kingpins a little too choice, their goodwill flowing like the liquor they poured for me, that I did not lose sight of my goal.
That I remained my own man at all costs. The pleasure and power those men and women offered me was fleeting, it all came at a price. Everything did.
Honey looked like she was going to go on speaking, which was fine. I liked listening to her. I raised the hand that I’d had between her sweet thighs and inhaled deeply. The sweet and musky smell of it had my mouth watering. I hadn’t gotten to taste her, not like the night before and slipped my fingers inside of my mouth sucking off what was left of her cum.
Honey made a strangled sound and I raised an eyebrow at her while I licked my fingers clean.
“Get the fuck in here.”
“Manners.” I made no move forward and instead closed my eyes, taking my time sucking her taste off my skin. If she wanted me to do a damn thing she was going to learn to show some respect.
“Please. Please, Daddy get in the shower with me.”
There it was.
I smiled at her. I reached down and closed a hand around my dick, giving it a slow pull. “Keep asking nicely like a good little girl.”
Her eyes were wide and locked onto where my hand was slowly working my hardening dick. I groaned, the ache in my balls growing with each stroke. If I wasn’t careful I was going to fucking finish before I got my hands on her. Having Honey climax with my fingers inside of her, her body bowing, hips straining against my hand while she sobbed out my name had nearly been enough to make me lose control like some snot nosed kid getting his first taste of pussy. I’d had to get us up and out of the bed to hold on to my control. I wasn’t used to feeling like this. There had never been another submissive that could drive me this wild, made me lose all reason and thought, and I hadn’t even been inside of Honey yet. I’d tasted her, felt her, but not had her.
Jesus Christ when I finally had her...
“Please, Daddy.” Honey’s voice pulled me away from thoughts of how fast I would lose control when I had my thick cock inside of her.
I opened the shower, the warm steam rolling out over me. “Do you even know what you’re asking for?”
She shook her head, water flying from the tips of her long dark hair. “No, but I want it if it’s with you.”
“Good answer.” I shut the door behind me and stepped in close to her, forcing her back under the shower spray. The warm water hit her back and Honey’s eyes drifted closed when I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her towards me. I lowered my head, running my lips along her shoulder. The warm water splashed down around us, the heat and steam of the shower wrapping us up in a cocoon that shut out the outside world. There was no Cairn, no shitty fuckwad of an ex, there weren’t billions of fucking dollars waiting for me to finalize details.
There was only here and now. Just us.
“I want to taste you,” Honey whispered. I froze where I had been kissing a lazy path up her shoulder to her neck and leaned back to look down at her. Water clung to her eyelashes and she was smiling, looking up at me. “Please let me suck your cock, Daddy. Can I?”
How the fuck was I supposed to say no to her when she was looking at me like this? All doe eyes and ‘please Daddy,’ it was going to be impossible to deny her a damn thing if we made a go at this. I smoothed my hands down her sides and cupped her hips, fingers digging into her skin.
“Yes. Suck my thick Daddy cock, princess.”
“Fuck, yes.” Honey moaned, her hands moving to grip my arms. She leaned up on her tip toes and kissed me. It was just a quick press of her full lips to mine, but it was good and sweet. Just like her.
“On your knees, princess.” She dropped down to her knees without hesitation, her hands already reaching for me on the way down. I slid my hands in her hair, gathering her dark curls in my hand. “You’re a greedy little girl aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she panted, and then reached out with a hand and began to pump my cock.
I groaned and stretched out, putting a hand against the wall to steady myself. “That’s it, princess. Just like that.” She slid her hand from the tip of my dick to the base, fingers tight on me as she did so. When she hit the base she did it again, her free hand moving to fondle my balls, the pad of her thumb rubbing against my perineum. She moved, using both hands to circle my dick and slid them up and down my throbbing cock, fingers tight on me while she increased speed. My hips began to lazily thrust up into her hands. This felt too good not to move with her and I tightened my grip in her hair, pressing my hand harder against the shower wall. I was surprised the marble didn’t shatter and crack beneath the force I was exerting.
I grunted. “Oh princess.” Honey’s hands on me were good. I knew her mouth would be better.
“Suck me off. Give me your mouth.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Honey lips brushed against the head of dick, my pre-cum mingling with the water on her lips and she sighed happily before she began to bob her head up and down, taking me further into her mouth with each movement. My hips stuttered when she dragged her tongue from the tip of my dick to the base and then back again.
“Fucking hell.”
One of Honey’s hands came up to grip my dick, sliding in time with the slide of her mouth and tongue. Honey moaned, the sound of it vibrating in her throat and my dick. I sucked in a breath when she did it again.
“Princess. Yes, yes.”
She looked up at me, our eyes meeting, and I could see she was happy. The sparkle I’d seen in her eyes when she was bratting shone through her gaze. Fuck she was beautiful. On her knees with my dick down her throat and her moans bouncing off the marble and glass of the shower. She looked absolutely perfect.
She moved closer to me, a hand going to brace herself against the wall, and that was when I felt the change. She had been taking her time, slowly at first and then faster, taking me as far as she could into her. Honey moaned, low and deep and I felt my balls tighten, pulling close against my body in time with Honey’s faster tempo. She stared up at me, her hot little mouth sliding up and down my dick and I knew what she wanted.
“How verbal do you like your Daddy?”
“You want me to cum down your throat don’t you? Stuff you so fucking full of it that you can’t swallow it all, isn’t that right?”
“Very. I like it when he calls me bad names…”
She groaned in pleasure. Of course she liked that.
“You’re my little cock slut, aren’t you?” I pushed away from the wall and tilted her head back slightly with both hands.
Again Honey groaned, her eyes fluttering and I saw she had dipped a hand between her thighs, working her clit over. She was getting off on getting me off. Perfect.
“That’s it, suck your Daddy’s dick like a good little cumslut. I’m going to cum right in your perfect mouth.” I sucked in a deep breath, my eyes glued to where she was playing with herself. Her fingers were sliding and dipping through her folds and I fucking wished it was my hand. “That’s it, touch yourself you dirty slut. But you aren’t going to cum before your Daddy does, are you?”
Honey didn’t answer, her rhythm had fallen off and her eyes had closed. I knew from how fast her hand was moving that she was close. Her head was bobbing up and down my dick, the hair I held in my hand was twisted and gnarled by the shower water. I gave her head a gentle shake and asked my question again. “Are you going to cum before your Daddy?”
Her eyes flew open and she gave a muffled ‘No’, her mouth stuffed full of my cock. It was a beautiful fucking sight. “Good girl. Good little slut.” A deep moan from Honey and when she fell back into a rhythm, my hips met her. I thrust forward, forcing my dick further into her mouth and down her throat until I bottomed out.
“God. Fuck yes, princess. Suck Daddy off.” My hips were erratic, Honey was moving to match it, her hungry mouth sucking me off, tongue sliding like fucking heaven against my cock. I wasn’t going to last. I knew it from the way the ache in my balls had deepened. I had maybe a minute left of this, maybe less. I wanted Honey to cum with me.
“That’s it, rub yourself. Play with your pussy for Daddy to see. Do it faster, baby. Let me see you cum.”
Her hand moved faster, her breathing was labored now, her world was only my dick and the pleasure of her hand. Nothing else fucking mattered.
Nothing.
“Honey, princess, that’s it. Cum with me, princess. Cum with Daddy.” I tensed, holding off the orgasm that was about to fucking knock me on my ass. “Cum with me, princess. Do it, do it. I want you to cum with Daddy in 5…4…”
Honey’s hand was moving faster, the movements were smaller now, her touch focused on her clit.
“3...”
I could do this, I could hold it off to share this with her. I needed to do this with her.
“2…”
“1. Cum with me, princess. Cum with Daddy.” My voice was loud to my own ears. The sound of it was reminiscent of the awful ringing that accompanied gunfire at too close of range, but instead of that pop and then disoriented tinny ringing, it was the spray of the shower and our breathing turning into one mix of white noise.
A strangled cry came from Honey, that beautiful fucking sound was the thing that pushed me over the edge. My body tensed and I looked down at her where she had her thighs clamped tight around her hand, her mouth stuffed full of my cock while she climaxed. I had never seen a more perfect thing.
I came so hard I nearly lost my fucking footing on the wet tiles of the shower. “Princess,” I growled, emptying my balls down her throat. I was true to my word and there was more than she could swallow, the white of my cum dribbling down the side of her mouth while she sagged forward, body shaking against my leg.
We were both still for a second and then I pulled in a deep breath, and then another. When I was steady enough I reached down and pulled her up into my arms. She was wobbling and glassy-eyed, she was going to need a tender touch after this. I ran my thumb alongside her mouth, scooping away the cum that was there and moved to wash it off in the shower but Honey caught my hand with hers to stop me. She leaned in close and licked the cum off my thumb.
“That’s mine,” she whispered, lips still against my thumb.
I bit back a moan and kissed her instead. The taste of me on her lips and tongue kicking my need for her back into high gear. I could feel my dick starting to take interest. It hadn’t even been a full five fucking minutes and I could go another round. This time with her cunt wrapped around my dick, not her mouth.
She was going to be the death of me.
I kissed her again. There were worse ways to go.
