How Will He Have Me?

My hands were trapped against him and I turned them palms out, pressing them into him while he kissed me and felt me and grabbed me and pulled me. I touched him, filling my hands with his body and feeling the unrelenting firmness of it. Like a brick wall he was, unable to be moved.

But I didn’t want that, didn’t want him away from me.

I wanted him on me. I wanted him to feel me. I wanted him to have me.

And I wanted to have him.

I pushed my hands down, sliding them between us until they were on his bulge again, squeezing and feeling it. Nimble little fingers slipping up to grasp at his belt as my heart started to race and my mind started to imagine everything that was going to happen here.

My first time. My very first time.

How would he take me? How would he have me? Because he could call the shots and he could make the decision.

Bent over the counter, his hands on my hips holding me still as he pounded me so relentless, as my whole body bounced and shook from the **** of his thrusts? Until his hand slid up my body hard and firm to grasp my hair and pull my head back? Until he leaned forward to whisper sweet humiliations in my ear?

Or on the table? On my back? Lucas holding me still as the **** of his pounding made my breasts jiggle and bounce until he bent low over me, taking each of my nipples into his mouth and teasing them until I squealed? That would be so much fun too.

Maybe he’d have me in a chair. My legs straddling his hips as I bounced with reckless abandon and he smacked my ass, calling me his good girl and telling me that I was fucking him right, promising that he would make me a woman and show me how to treat a man right. Telling me that he would educate me, that he would teach me. That he would have me any damn time he wanted.

Oh I would give in. Oh I would love it.

“I need it,” I moaned, “I need it, Sir. I need it.”

My hands were trembling so much that I couldn’t even unlatch his belt, let alone unzip his pants and get his cock out and into me.

Lucas knew this and found it amusing, apparently, because he laughed as he pushed my hands away and when I whimpered he just shook his head at me and chastened me gently.

“Time enough for all that later, baby girl,” he told me, “Time enough for you to have everything you want. But first I want to have you. First I want to feel you. First… First I want to taste you.”

His hands moved to my hips and gripped me tight, lifting me up like I weighed nothing at all and sitting me on the counter behind me. Sliding his hands down to my knees he pressed my thighs apart and stepped inside, getting so close to me that I felt like he was all oppressive. Like he took up my whole damn world.

I was breathing so heavy that I was starting to get dizzy. My skin was itching with the need to feel him and have him and want him and if he wanted to taste me then that was fine by me. He could call that shot if he wanted. He could but he needed to do it now, before I was driven mad with anticipation.

“Touch me then,” I begged him, “Taste me. Oh god I need you. Please, Sir. Please.”

He chuckled again and ran his hand up around my neck and I shivered, my eyes fluttering shut and then flickering open to look at him full and heavy. He stepped in and I thought he was going to kiss me again and god I guess he did but his lips found my neck instead of my lips and I moaned as he sucked on me there, lightly but close to leaving a mark.

He kissed me again, this time lower. Pushing down. Going down. Finding my collarbone and then cresting over it and then pushing onto the tops of my breasts and coming achingly close to making me moan.

And I remembered in that moment, in the moment when my head was a rush and a torrent of confusion of feelings, the moment in the darkness with Blake. The witty repartee and the back and forth and that one request he had that I had been so unwilling to fulfil.

It felt unnatural with him, but with Lucas it bubbled out of me as if it was second nature.

“Oh god I love the way you touch me,” I whispered, shuddering, in the instant before his lips closed over my nipple, “I love the way you touch me… Daddy.”

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