Second Chance Dom

“You’re acting like you want to get away, but I’m not hearing a safeword. You don’t have any mathematical subjects you’d like to share with the class?” He paused, forcing her to raise her hips to get his thick cock all the way in again.

“No, sir,” she said, whimpering quietly.

“That’s what I thought.”

He grabbed her wrists and hooked his legs over hers so that she was completely immobilized and controlled. The arousal that had been building spiraled out of control.

“Let me go!” she begged, loving the sound of her own distress mixed with his harsh breathing. The brutal thrust of his cock made her toes curl tight. Her pussy pled for mercy but she didn’t want him to grant her any.

“You had your fucking chance, Leelee,” he snapped. “I let you go once. Now you’re mine.” He bit the back of her neck, animalistic, grunting and swearing as he took her.

A violent orgasm built in her lower back, tightening the muscles around to her belly, up from her pussy, until every bit of her body pulsed with impending release.

Her pleasure crested, skating along the keen edge of ecstasy. A cascade of spasms exploded through her body, squeezing his cock until his breath caught and he froze above her, shuddering, holding the moment in a breathless suspension of time.

His dick twitched hard, and he gasped. “Son of a…” The words cut to a growl and he fucked the living hell out of her, coming as he whispered swears into her ear, forcing her through another orgasm she sulked and whined through, but had no choice but to accept.

He collapsed half on top of her and she groaned at the feel of his cock still twitching inside her. Oh jeez – if he was ready to go again she was going to tap out.

Muscles trembling with exhaustion and possibly shock, she hoped to hell her pill would still work under this kind of pressure.

A giggle escaped her, even though she wasn’t sure what was funny.

Nate turned his face toward her and gave her a sated, yet panty-melting smile, then grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her close.

“Again?” he asked.

“No, please. I need to sleep for about a year.” She laughed, but he cut the sound short with a kiss so tender it made her tear up.

One kiss led to another, and another, and soon she found herself drawn into a hardcore high school-esque make out session. He might have slipped a thigh between hers. She might have ground against it, even sore as she was.

There was no denying him, but then she didn’t want to.

Chapter 4

Riley sat on one of the high stools at the kitchen island in the almost dark space, watching him slice vegetables and shred cheese for the omelets he was making. He usually enjoyed cooking, but with Riley watching him, every movement he made felt sexualized.

Or maybe the sexual part was making a hot girl breakfast in the middle of the night after marathon kink.

The fact that she was only wearing his T-shirt and no panties was driving him crazy, even though he was too sore to try taking her again. Having her here, so close, was far too right, and he was sure he wasn't supposed to be feeling things as intensely as he was. Although he’d thought he’d gotten over her years before, apparently he’d been fooling himself. All this time his feelings had been there, hidden underneath a blanket of faux macho nonchalance.

“I have a hard time wrapping my head around the idea that the guy who used to overcook mac & cheese for me after school now looks like he could compete on Chopped.”

“Hunger can be an extremely motivating factor in a guy teaching himself how to cook.” He laughed, and she laughed with him. For a moment he felt like he was caught in the middle of a perfect, mundane dream – as though time didn't exist and there was only Riley, him, and his kitchen.

“When Gran found out she was on her way out, she tried to teach me everything she could. I think she was worried I'd starve to death without her around to cook for me. Between her crash course, and my trial and error since then, I do okay.”

Riley smile sadly. “I really regret not being able to make it back for Helen’s funeral. You know how much I loved her, but the service and burial landed in the middle of finals and I couldn’t convince the Dean that she was family, so they wouldn’t let me come.”

“That’s okay. I was a mess anyway, I don’t think I could’ve handled seeing you on top of everything else. It was still too new and raw.”

They both fell silent for a moment, but he filled the time sautéing vegetables to cover the awkwardness.

Riley chuckled. “Do you remember when she taught us how to play poker?”

“How could I forget? As soon as she went to bed we turned it into strip poker.”

“And here I thought we were just stripping because of your unholy fascination with my tits.”