Wishes (10 page)

“Oh, honey, I’ll take care of you,” he promised, willing his hard-on to subside at the sight of her naked labia, although he could see how red and swollen she was even from the foot of the bed. She had done this for him, and now he wouldn’t be able to fuck her! Shit, he was a pig. He needed to get his priorities straight and quit thinking with his cock. Graham knelt between Kennedy’s thighs and tenderly applied the lotion, being careful not to touch her clit or allow the finger that seemed to have a mind of its own slide up her vagina. Kennedy winced and made a little hissing sound at first and then relaxed as the moisturizing topical anesthetic did its job.

“The woman who tortured me said a cool cloth would help as well,” she suggested, and Graham hopped up to find another washcloth. He was definitely investing. He ran the water just under lukewarm and found another towel. He pressed the cloth between her legs and was rewarded with another appreciative moan.

“Uh, did that woman say when you could have sex again?” he ventured.

Kennedy was silent for a few moments, and Graham thought he had probably opened his mouth too soon.

“Two to three weeks,” she finally answered.

“Two to three weeks!”

Kennedy burst into laughter. “Oh, babe, the look on your face. No, silly. The tenderness should be gone overnight. But you have to keep on with the lotion and the cool cloths until then.”

Graham figured he had entered the twilight zone. He never got teased. He was the boss, damn it, and no one messed with him. Well, at least not inside the club. The laughter bubbled up and out, and he felt years younger. God, this woman might be the death of him, but what a ride.

“I’ll take care of you, honey, and you’ll just have to figure out another way to take care of me,” he advised her.

“Okay, babe.”

“The breakfast was really good,” Graham said. “Thanks.”

Kennedy stretched, and his eyes followed the movement of her breasts. He stood and had his clothes off in an instant, loving how her eyes widened at the sight of him naked and then turned the color that signified her arousal. He strode to the bathroom and grabbed her baby oil, pouring a pool into his hands and lubing his cock as he went back to her.

“Graham,” she protested.

He straddled her waist and stroked her breasts until they shone with oil. “Here’s one of the ways you can take care of me, honey,” he advised.

He placed his cock between her mounds and pressed her breasts around him, beginning to slide back and forth in the tunnel he created. It felt great, and when the head began to bump her chin, Kennedy obligingly tilted down to let him push just inside her mouth, the head resting on her plump bottom lip and looking as hot as he knew it would. The sight of his cock emerging from between her breasts and then pushing into her lips made him harder and he began to fuck in earnest. When his balls started to draw up in anticipation of his climax Graham pushed himself further into Kennedy’s mouth and let himself go when she closed her lips around him and sucked the head hard.

“Hold it all in your mouth, honey, hold it all,” he nearly begged her, then withdrew when he finished spurting. “Now swallow.”

The sight of her holding and then swallowing his entire load was incredibly erotic, and Graham tenderly stroked her face then pressed a kiss on her nose.

Graham suddenly realized that Kennedy was waiting on him. It wasn’t like him to deny a woman an orgasm unless she was being punished, and he certainly wasn’t punishing Kennedy. He must seem a bit slow on the uptake today, and if he didn’t figure it out shortly then there might be hell to pay.

He moved back between her legs and carefully spread her labia. He paused to slip a pillow beneath her butt so that he could have better access without touching her sore folds. She was already wet. Blowing him had turned her on, and he was elated. He teased her clit out and then penetrated her with two fingers, using his thumb to press and circle her little nub. The baby oil helped him avoid putting too much friction on the lips of her pussy, and from the way she was clamping on him, he wasn’t hurting her at all. In for a penny. Graham pushed his other lubricated thumb against her anus and steadily applied pressure until he got past the muscles at her entrance. He rotated his thumb in cadence with the one on her clit, and Kennedy began to arch into him. His thumb slid in as deep as the webbing of his hand would allow, and she felt incredibly hot and tight. He rotated it again to press against the fingers on the other side of the thin membrane that separated the digits and pushed down on her clit. Kennedy screamed her release and flooded his hand.

When Graham returned from the bathroom after washing up, Kennedy was on her side and breathing evenly. He cleaned her up from behind, being careful to avoid rubbing too hard, and tossed the cloth. He wasn’t tired but couldn’t resist spooning with her. When she woke up, he would introduce her to a butt plug. They could go out for dinner and start the delayed “talk.” She might as well be uncomfortable from front to back and get it all over at once. He wasn’t budging on that.

Chapter Seven

“No, Graham, that’s not fair,” Kennedy struggled to pull out of his hold.

“Eighty-five percent, honey,” came Graham’s inflexible answer.

Kennedy had just come back from the bathroom after waking up refreshed from her nap and ready for dinner with Graham to find him sitting on the bed beside a mound of pillows, a glass butt plug in his hand. She backed up and protested, but he wrapped her up in his arms and pushed her, belly down, over the pillows.

“But my pussy still stings,” she bargained.

“This will take your mind off your pussy, Kennedy,” Graham suggested. “Now get that little butt in the air.”

“If it hurts, you had better stop, Graham,” she warned.

“You like anal play, honey, and it’ll burn a bit at first and feel pretty full, but you’ll get used to it.”

“And you know this how?” Kennedy had stopped struggling, but her tone was dark.

“I’ve put butt plugs into lots of women, Kennedy. It’s part of my job. And most of them like it and have told me how it feels. Any who don’t like it don’t have to have one. Not even for punishment. I thought about an inflatable one, but these are better for me.”

Kennedy simmered. “Better for
you
?”

“Honey, anal play and anal sex are great for lots of people, men and women. I won’t fuck you there if you don’t want it, although I really hope you do. But the plug is nonnegotiable. You liked my fingers in there, so you are going to try a plug.” Graham went on. “And I love to see a glass plug enter a woman’s ass because you can see the ring open and the pink beyond it. It arouses me.”

Kennedy fought a huge spurt of jealousy and wished she could slap him. How fucking insensitive. She didn’t want to hear about his other women, let alone be compared to them. Her eyes filled with tears of rage and hurt, and she ducked her head so he couldn’t see them.

“Honey?” Graham rolled her onto his lap. “Kennedy, what’s wrong? Please tell me those tears aren’t your way of denying me.”

Kennedy dashed the tears away with an impatient hand. “You are so fucking insensitive, Graham. Whatever. Just get it done.”

“Uh-uh, honey.” His voice took on that dark tone. “You explain right now, or I’ll encourage you. Good communication is essential in any relationship.”

“Fine. How would you like it if I described my intimate sexual acts with the other men I’ve fucked?” she asked. “Do you want to hear why I like blow jobs or why I swallow?”

She watched Graham shake his head and hopefully fight his own jealousy. “No, honey. I’m sorry. I’m used to being frank because of the club. I won’t talk about other women, or at least I’ll try not to. And never, ever think that I am comparing you, Kennedy. There is no comparison. Believe that, honey.”

Kennedy was taken aback by how emphatic he sounded. Well, okay.

“I do, Graham. But I was jealous.”

* * * *

Graham loved that she was jealous, but there was no need. No one in his past meant anything to him, not even Jennifer, although he thought she did at the time. He would have to tell Kennedy about Jennifer before someone else did. The club had its shit disturbers just like anyplace else, and if he had his way, Kennedy would be spending a lot of time there with him. He stroked Kennedy’s back and whispered that she really had no reason to be jealous, and she relaxed. He spread her back onto the pillows and grabbed a tube of lubricant. Kennedy’s rosebud winked up at him, and he nearly groaned at the thought of taking her there. He had the insane urge to confide in her.

“Kennedy?” he asked.

“Uh-huh?”

“I’ve taken butt plugs, too, honey, as part of my Dom training. I know from that experience that you’ll be okay with this, so trust me.”

“I trust you, babe.”

Graham lubricated her anus and then inserted the narrow nozzle inside to add a fair amount there. He coated the plug and then began to push it into Kennedy. She tensed, and he urged her to relax and press back and outward, pleased when she complied. He had chosen a larger plug than usual because she had liked the play and wasn’t too hard to penetrate. The glass let him see the whole process and aroused him significantly just as he had explained to her. But this time it was Kennedy’s virgin ass he was preparing, and his cock seemed to appreciate that even more. He slowly turned the plug as he pushed it in, and Kennedy’s whimpers changed to something more breathy. She was getting off on this, just as he believed she would. He carefully slipped a finger through her slit to seek out her clit, the lube and her own juices helping him slide along. He pulled the plug out a little and pushed it back in, circling her clit as he did so, and Kennedy began to undulate ever so slightly. By the time he had the toy seated, she was humping his hand despite her tender folds, and he pinched her nub to push her over. She shrieked into the mattress, muffling the sound but confirming that he had made the correct decision to push her. By this time tomorrow night he would be taking her ass if he could move her up to the bigger plug in the morning. Unless she had another freaking job interview. This work stuff was interfering with his life.

* * * *

The restaurant was full of intimate diners, and Graham was amazed at how comfortable he was in the setting. Kennedy looked beautiful in a silky yellow dress that hinted at cleavage and worshipped the rest of her curves. He wouldn’t let her wear panties, slipping a small harness on her instead to support the plug. The harness fit between her sensitive labia and didn’t chafe, but he knew her clit felt the slide of the soft leather. She would be so ready for him tonight. The padded booth helped her to sit in reasonable comfort, and he had slipped her one of those ubiquitous washcloths to put under her because of her anxiety about soiling her dress with lube. Despite the plug and the harness, or perhaps because of them, she had participated in their date with enthusiasm. She told him about her early years and her lack of connection to her parents. He liked how she gave credit where it was due to the folks who rallied around her, but he also recognized her strength of spirit and determination.

Kennedy talked about her interest in business and how she had learned of her skill at supporting those people in charge. She didn’t long for that position herself, content to work behind the scenes. Graham was impressed with her loyalty to her friends and sensed the compassion and tolerance behind her acerbic wit and feistiness. Her face was so beautiful when animated, and he could see the lovely spirit in her. He never wanted to break that spirit but longed to free her from her burdens by making her his and taking care of her.

Graham became aware that Kennedy was staring at him in amusement.

“Earth to Graham,” she said.

“Sorry, honey, just thinking about you.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Right, what body part or what sexual act?”

Graham laughed. “Not about that, honey, believe it or not. Just thinking that you are as nice inside as out.”

Kennedy gave him a measuring stare but didn’t respond.