Make Me Shiver

Chapter Thirteen

Lacey had opened her door to walk Candice outside when she saw the strange car in her driveway. Michael was passed out behind the wheel, his head resting against the seat.

“It seems like I’m leaving just in time.” Candice chuckled and gave her a hug.

Hugging back, she muttered, “He knows he’s in the doghouse.”

“Don’t be too hard on him.” Candice pulled away and looked at the car. “It looks like he’s had a rough night.”

Jealousy reared its ugly head again. She could only imagine how rough his night with Aly had been. “I’m sure he has.”

As Candice walked to her car, Lacey strode over to Michael. When she got closer, and got a decent look at his face, her insecurities and anger faded. It looked like he’d gotten the shit beaten out of him. His nose was swollen and bruised and his lower lip was cracked right down the middle.

“Michael?” She knocked softly on the window and he opened his eyes.

He blinked several times and gazed at her. The moment recognition struck he opened the door. He seemed primed to go another round, gazing in the direction of the unknown vehicle in the driveway until he saw her visitor was Candice. The tension around his eyes softened. He waved at Candice, gazed away from her friend and gave her his undivided attention.

She reached out before she could stop herself and touched his lip. “What happened?”

“I had to break up a fight and managed to get caught in the middle of it.”

She stepped back as he climbed from the car. “You didn’t say anything about fighting. I thought you were going to the club.”

“Brian and Conner had issues to sort through.”

“So they used you as a punching bag?”

His chuckle sent a shiver down her spine. “Not exactly.”

“Are you okay?”

“I am now.”

She gasped as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his chest. He’d recently showered. She could detect the lingering fragrance of Dial soap. Gazing up, she noticed the bristle forming along his jaw. The dark shadow added to the bruises and cuts on his face, giving him the appearance of a street brawler.

“So how’s Aly?” She wanted to cringe at the cattiness in her voice.

“You’d have to ask Brian and Trevor. I was there for moral support, not for Aly.”

“That’s not how it seemed last night.”

Michael’s face hardened. “I’m not going to apologize for helping my friends.” He glanced at Candice’s car as it vanished from the driveway. “Would you say no to yours?”

Her airway became tight. Talk about feeling lower than the low.

She hadn’t really thought about it like that.

“No, I wouldn’t.” She rested her hands on his arms. “It’s just been a rough night.”

“I second that.” He kissed her lightly, brushing his lips over hers. “I should tan your little ass for hanging up on me earlier.”

“Consider it payback for leaving me high and dry.”

“Payback, huh?” He pulled away, and the heat in his eyes made her instantly wet.

“You had it coming.” Was that her voice? Jesus, she sounded like a cigarette-smoking phone sex operator.

“That’s where you’re wrong. I haven’t come all night.” He cupped her face and ran his thumb along her cheek. “Are you ready to learn how I punish a naughty sub who hangs up on her concerned Dom?”

“Yes.” She looked down, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze. He wouldn’t allow it, lifting her chin with his fingers.

“Yes what?”

“Yes Sir.” Her body was already trembling in anticipation. Being angry flew out the window. In the presence of this man, she couldn’t think about anything else.

“Good, because I’ve had hours to think of the things I’m going to do to you. You weren’t the only one who was robbed last night. So was I.”

He lowered his arms and started walking to her home, leaving her to follow behind him. Her heart hammered inside her chest, the pulsing drum of blood pounding in her ears. She had no idea how long he’d been waiting outside but if what he said was true, she could only imagine what to expect.

He opened her door, waited until she came inside, closed it and turned the lock.

“Strip.”

The sweet man with the battered face was gone, replaced by pure Dom. She started removing her clothes and he addressed her in the same tone. “I’m going to have you get on your knees and suck my cock. Would you prefer a condom? Or do you trust me when I tell you I’m clean?”

Holy Mother.

Her shaking fingers made it difficult to undo her bra. “I trust you, Sir.”

“That makes me a happy man, darlin’.” He unzipped his fly and pulled his fully erect length free.

“I didn’t want latex to prevent me from feeling every inch of your sweet little mouth when I fuck it.

Come here.”

She walked to him on wobbly legs and went to her knees when he put his hands on her shoulders and applied pressure, bringing her face to his cock. There was no way in hell she could take the entire length into her mouth. He was too long and wide. She reached out to grasp him at the base when he stopped her.

“No hands, just your mouth.”

Unsure of how to start, she ran her tongue along the mushroom-shaped tip and tasted him for the first time. He was a mixture of musk and soap, the semen at the tip slightly salty and bitter. Opening her mouth, she took the head of his cock inside. He was so wide he stretched her lips.

“Rub your tongue on the underside.” She did and he groaned. “That’s right. Just like that. Now suck me. Hollow your cheeks and take me as far as you can.”

She only made it a quarter of the way down his length before her gag reflex kicked in. She pulled away before she choked, afraid of embarrassing herself. The next pass was easier but she wasn’t able to do much more than suck and rub her tongue along the head.

“Relax your throat and breathe through your nose.”

Taking a deep breath, she tried to do as he instructed. Each nudge of his cock against the back of her mouth had her worried she’d gag. Fortunately, as he eased into a rhythm, she discovered he was right. While she couldn’t take all of him, she was able to go a lot farther down his shaft than before.

“Look at me.” She lifted her gaze and he was staring down at her. “You have such a sweet mouth.” He wrapped his hands in her hair and warned, “I’m about to fuck those luscious lips of yours.

Keep your throat relaxed and don’t forget to breathe. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Then he was moving, going deeper and deeper. Her saliva combined with his pre-come-coated his cock, allowing him to glide in and out of her mouth smoothly. She focused on inhaling and exhaling through her nose as she sucked, forcing the muscles in her throat to relax.

“That’s it.” He continued rocking his hips. “Just.” He thrust deeper into her mouth. “Like.” He slammed home another time. “That.”

She moaned, so wet she could feel the moisture seeping from her cleft. He hissed and placed his fingers in her hair, forming a fist. The tugs against her scalp were painful but they turned her on. Michael might think he was in charge, but with his cock in her mouth she felt in control.

“This excites you, doesn’t it?” She moaned again and was rewarded with another, harder yank on her hair. “I bet if I put my hand between your legs my fingers would come away soaking wet.”

Bobbing her head, she continued hollowing her cheeks, sucking until her jaws started to ache.

She’d only given a couple of blowjobs in her life, and they had never gotten her this hot. She wondered what it would be like when Michael came. Would he pull out? Fist his cock and come on her face or breasts? Or would he come in her mouth and make her swallow all of him down?

She found out the answer when he growled, “Get ready, baby, I’m coming.”

He pistoned his hips, moving faster, pumping into her mouth until it was impossible to catch her breath. The fingers in her hair went still as a hot splash hit the back of her throat. She swallowed, trying to breathe as he pulsed in her mouth. His semen was hot and thick, making her struggle to swallow while he continued thrusting. When he finished he stared down at her, his ragged pants and her soft exhalation the only sounds in the house.

She didn’t have time to take pride in the dazed look on his face. With a swift motion, he snagged her arms and yanked her to her feet. “Where’s the bedroom?”

She guided him down the hallway to her private escape from the world. It was modestly decorated in white, the bedding and furniture a perfect match. If he was impressed, or even noticed, he didn’t give any indication. He simply walked her to the bed and motioned for her to climb up.

“Where do you keep your vibrator?”

Damn. Was there anything he didn’t know?

“In the bedside table.”

He turned from her, rummaged around the drawer and produced it. “Spread your legs.”

She didn’t hesitate, parting her thighs. He came to her, ran the dildo up and down her slit and turned it on low. Her muscles were already going tight in anticipation. The device slid into her pussy with ease, and he didn’t stop until it was buried deep. She bit her lip, trying not to moan or move. She was already so close. The vibrator felt wonderful but it didn’t hit her G-spot. All she needed was a little stimulation to her clit to send her skyrocketing.

Ready to get hot and heavy, she frowned when Michael waved his hand, motioned for her to move over and climbed onto the bed. She was practically panting when he turned her on her side and spooned her from behind. He yawned into her hair and pulled her back against him.

“Michael?”

“How are you supposed to address me?”

“S-sir.” She was so edgy she could hardly keep still. When she tried to move, his arm kept her firmly in place.

“I suggest you lie down and try to relax. Right now you just have to last out my nap. Any more questions and I’ll keep the vibrator in your pussy on full blast for the rest of the day. Next time you’ll think twice before you hang up on me.”

It couldn’t be.

This was how he was going to punish her?

Her nipples were harder than rocks, her pussy was on fire and she had never wanted to come so badly. She fumed in silence, pissed-off and horny. He’d ramped up her libido only to keep it at a full idle. By the time she came up with something witty to say—something that included “sir” in the proper context—it was too late.

Michael’s deep and even breaths indicated he had already fallen asleep.

Michael woke with a tense woman in his arms. He glanced past her head to the clock. She’d endured two hours of being stimulated without relief. He considered discussing what he’d come to her home to say—forgoing any sexual play—but couldn’t help himself. That was the problem with Lacey—his baser urges caused him to think with the wrong head when he was around her.

Stretching, he kept his arm around her waist. “I feel so much better. I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night.” He pressed his face into her nape. “How about you, angel?”

She didn’t respond immediately, and he knew she had to be angry and wound up as hell. It was a good thing he knew how to remedy that.

“What do you think?” He was about to caution her about her attitude when she grumbled, “Sir.”

“I think you’d better change your tone or I won’t show you how I like to end my punishments.”

Bringing his hand to her cleft, he found she was as wet and sensitive as he’d expected she’d be. She pressed into his hand and he warned, “Don’t you dare move. You’ll come when I say, not before.”

He let her go and flipped her onto her back. Her green eyes were dark and her lips were parted. She trembled as he skimmed his finger between her breasts, ventured down and ran his fingers along the outline of her navel. The hand at the apex of her thighs was covered in hot feminine wetness.

“I’m about to go down on you, angel. I’m going to bury my face between your legs and show you what it’s like to be devoured.” She gasped and closed her eyes. “You’ll come at my command. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

“That’s my good girl.”

Pressing kisses along the way, he moved down her body. She squirmed when he took his hand from her pussy, felt for the bottom of the vibrator and turned it up a couple levels.

“Stay still,” he reminded her. “You’ll take what I have to give you, no matter what it is.”

Her whimpers were as soft as the drenched skin he eagerly caressed with his lips. He wanted to dive right in with rough licks and nips against her labia. Instead he rubbed his mouth against her hot and silken flesh, breathing her in. Her pussy lips were swollen and her clit was visible. She was so aroused it would be impossible for her to keep from coming once he got started, which was what he wanted.

Punishments were so much sweeter when they led to something like this, and he couldn’t wait to punish the sweet woman resting so trustingly before him.

She stiffened slightly when he parted her ass cheeks, revealing the small pink pucker between, and rubbed his finger along the rosette. “Have you ever done any anal play?”

“No Sir.”

“Good. That means this ass is all mine.” He peered into her cloudy eyes and grinned. “It’s too bad I didn’t bring any toys with me. I can’t wait to start breaking you in so you’ll be ready to take me here.”

Lowering his gaze, he continued rubbing his finger against her anus and blew against her clit.

She hissed and fisted her fingers into the sheets. He brought his index finger to his mouth, got it good and wet and began teasing the small passage. Then he returned to her cunt. One lap had her thighs quivering, the second had her arching her hips. He continued tormenting her, staying away from the nub at the top of her sex as he brushed his finger against her ass and slowly pressed past the first ring of muscle.

When she tensed, he murmured, “Easy, angel. Relax. Let me in.”

She took a deep breath and he eased his finger inside her. He could feel the pulses of the vibrator, making her all the tighter. He knew exactly what plug he’d use first to build Lacey’s confidence.

He’d start out small and move up in size until she was ready to accept his cock. He couldn’t wait to take her as no man had. The possessive part of him was elated that he would be the only lover to show her the pleasures of anal sex.

“How does that feel?” He corkscrewed his finger and gently moved it in and out.

After a pause, she groaned, “Different.”

“You’ll love it when I fuck you here. I’ll put a dildo in your pussy and take you nice and slow.

You’ll come harder than you ever have in your life.”

“I’m close right now.” There was a twinge of annoyance in her tone.

“I know. But I haven’t told you to come, have I?”

Her sphincter muscles clenched his finger. Close was an understatement. His little submissive wanted to come so badly she wouldn’t be able to help herself if he touched her in the right way, even if he didn’t give her permission to do so.

She gasped as he licked a line from the finger in her ass to the top of her cunt, stopping shy of her clit. He brought his tongue to the folds just below and flicked the tip against the soft tissue. The tremor that swept through her body told him all he needed to know. She’d come, he’d punish her for it, and then he’d tell her about his plans for the evening.

He sucked the swollen bead at the top of her pussy into his mouth and tapped his tongue against the bundle of nerves. She screamed, wrapped her hands into his hair and writhed beneath him.

The pulses against his finger told him she’d found release, an orgasm that was so intense it lasted for several seconds. He didn’t release her clit until she was sighing and the muscles against his finger relaxed.

“Stay here. Don’t move.”

He removed his hand, slid from the bed and walked to the adjoining bathroom. It was neat and tidy, done in the same white motif as the bedroom. Simple, refined, elegant—just like the woman waiting for him in the bedroom.

Talk to her, he told himself. Tell her why she can’t let her insecurities come between you.

His still-hard cock pulsed in his jeans and he felt like a total bastard. He planned to talk to Lacey after he punished her properly for coming without permission, but he couldn’t erase the memory of her orgasm from his mind, the way she’d looked as she surrendered to him and let herself go. If this was it, if she turned him away and they parted ways, would it be so wrong to love her one last time? Would he regret not caving in to the temptation she presented before he let her go? Could he honestly tan her ass as he’d promised without doing anything more?

Fuck no, he couldn’t. He might walk away after today, pretending his emotions were locked in an impenetrable box, but he’d leave an important piece of himself behind. Even if she never knew it, Lacey would continue to hold his heart in her hands.

To hell with it.

He quickly washed his hands, stripped off his pants and removed a condom from his back pocket. After he’d sheathed himself and threw the foil into the trash, he strode into the bedroom.

“Roll onto your stomach. I want you on your hands and knees.”

She flipped languidly onto her belly and did as he ordered. After he walked to the bed and climbed onto the mattress, he got in position behind her. Her head was bowed and he could tell she was totally relaxed.

It was time to change that.

He brought his hand back, put some force behind his swing and landed a heavy swat to her ass.

A pained yelp, a muffled curse and she was once again at full attention. He speared his cock into her cunt, gliding into her from tip to base. Rolling his hips, he brought his arm up again. This time the blow was light but firm.

“You came without permission. That means you’re due for another punishment.”

He alternated smacks against her ass with thrusts of his cock, leaving red imprints on each of her cheeks. Her cunt was hot and sleek around him, cradling his length. He moved in and out, steady and hard.

“Michael, please…” She started pressing back to meet his thrusts, moaning despite the swats.

“I don’t think so, baby. This time it’s all for me.”

He bent over her body, nuzzled her nape and bit her shoulder, marking her with his teeth.

Grasping her waist in his hands, he began hammering into her, using enough force that she was sent forward with each stroke. His sac tightened, a tingle started at the base of his spine and he slid into her one last time, holding himself still as he came.

Their combined breathing was the only sound in the room as he came down from the high of orgasm. He kissed the area he’d bitten and removed his slowly softening cock from the haven that continued to hug him.

“I’ll be right back.”

She dropped onto the mattress as he moved from the bed, tied off the condom and disposed of it in the bathroom. He turned on the sink and stared at his reflection in the mirror.

It was time to take the next step. Nothing he’d done had occurred according to plan. Every single time he started to take his relationship with Lacey to the next level, shit got in the way. Then, with her surly behavior this morning, he’d known it was time to have an important discussion with the woman he wanted so much he couldn’t keep his head on straight.

No more dramatics. No more games. No more uncertainty.

Repeating the mantra and telling himself this had to be done, he resigned himself to what he was about to do and walked back into the bedroom.