Page 23 of Dark Rules

I finally got up, picked myself up off the couch, and went to get in the cab I’d called. A quick dash through security, a long wait where I nursed a cold beer in a VIP lounge, and then I was on the plane. Stephanie was almost within reach.

I didn’t want to think about my feelings toward her too much, mainly because I didn’t want to have feelings for her. That wasn’t supposed to happen, and I’d seen how she’d pulled away that last night we were together. Before she could push me too far away, though, I’d had that phone call. She’d propositioned me for sex, and I knew she could handle that.

Why had she pushed, though? Weren’t women supposed to be clingy, and all up in your business? Stephanie wasn’t like that, and I wondered. She was kind, considerate, and had been incredibly helpful to me, and that made me wonder. Did she care?

Stephanie kept her real life as private as I did. How could you have feelings for someone that you knew so little about?

I was asleep before I could finish the thought, and the plane was about to land before I woke up again. That beer had knocked me out, but I was wide awake when I walked through the gate and out the doors to find my car. It was a bit of a walk, but I found it soon enough.

Traffic was thick, but it didn’t take too long to get to Stephanie’s place. I pulled up and was at the door before I knew it. I could feel my heart thudding in my chest, and I felt as if my skin had crawled up tight around my body. I was excited to see her, more than I’d admit, and I couldn’t wait for that door to open. I pounded on it with a little too much force, and I laughed when she opened it a crack.

“I’m home, pet!” I didn’t mean it to sound the way it did, but I let it go. This was her home, not mine, but she didn’t correct me.

Instead, she threw herself into my arms and wrapped herself around me. “Make me yours, Dylan. Please, sir, I need you so much.”

I had the door closed and we were locked together against the wooden barrier. Her little face, so delicate and refined, was just on level with mine, and I looked directly in her eyes. How did she know this was what I’d needed the most from her?

“While this is a pretty display, pet, shouldn’t you be on your knees?” I was in dom mode instantly, and she’d dropped down to the floor, eager to please.

“Thank you, sir, for coming back to me. I know you didn’t have to.” She looked down at my feet, and I bent slightly to pat her on the head.

“I’m glad to be back.” I didn’t make the mistake of saying ‘home’, again. “Now, run the shower and let me clean you. I want to touch every inch of you tonight.”

I wanted to tell her I’d missed her, that I’d been almost lost without her, but that wasn’t an admission a dom made while in active mode.

She looked up at me then, the corner of her mouth between her teeth, a question in her eyes. “Yes, on your hands and knees. Go on now. I’m going to get a drink before I join you.”

I was familiar enough with the place that I found a glass and some water to suck down before we got started. I had a feeling I’d need it later.

I heard the shower go on and the way it changed when she got in. I followed quickly, dropped the suit and shoes I wore, and stepped in with her. “Good girl, pet. You know what to do now.”

She was on her hands and knees, her hair soaking wet, but she ignored the splash of water on her face to kneel up to my hard cock. She’d touched me, and I’d nearly lost myself in that moment. It had been a week, over a week, too long. I hadn’t even jerked off while I’d been gone. I’d just slept, took care of Mom and Dad, and worked. Now, with her small, womanly fingers wrapped around me, I could barely contain myself.

“Go easy, pet. It’s been a while.” A reward, an admission that I’d wanted her and only her touch.

“Yes, sir.” She stroked me softly, licked me enticingly, and made a show out of every movement she made.

“Enough, pet. Stand.” I’d almost exploded all over her tongue when she stroked it up the bottom of my dick, and I’d wanted this to last. I’d wanted this pain, this desire, to last longer than five minutes.

I’d washed her hair, her body, and ducked her under the water to make sure all the soap was gone. When I’d finished, I’d used the towel to dry her off, but it wasn’t done perfunctorily. From the way I’d massaged her head while I washed her hair, to the long, lazy circles I used to soap her body up, and then the caress of my fingers through the towel, softly, but with more pressure in other places, I used every moment as she had done. To entice her, to make her body quicken with desire, to make sure my fingers found a nice, slick home when I’d plunged them into her when I’d dropped the towel.

“Tell me you missed me, pet.” I’d pulled her back against my body in the still steamy bathroom, and she sank into me with a moan as my fingers delved into her.

I’d made sure to press my palm into the most sensitive part of her, and she’d made the most beautiful sound, a sound I could listen to forever.

“I missed you so much, sir.” Her words came out as a pant, and my dick throbbed in response.

“Tell me how much you wanted me.” I stroked into her sweet walls faster, deeper, until she was lost in my touch, until her hips followed the dance I set her to follow.

“I wanted you so much I could barely stand it. I went to a sex shop. I wanted to buy a vibrator, but you didn’t tell me to, so I came home empty handed.” The words came out as one long steam, without pause. She was lost in her own world, and I wanted to drive her deeper into it. I pulled my hands away, just as she began to keen a new sound.

“No!” she exclaimed in protest but then dropped to her knees. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“You’re overexcited; it’s alright, Stephanie. Follow me.” We went into the bedroom, and I’d instructed her to get up on the bed. I’d brought my belt in with me, and as I stared at her lovely bottom, I had to brace myself.

“On your hands and knees.” She’d obeyed and put her ass high up in the air. I could see all of her. The wet glisten of her excitement caught my attention, and I stroked my finger of the juicy slit.

“You are so wet for me, kitten. You’re about to get wetter.” I moved away, positioned myself, and then brought the strap of leather down over her bottom, in just the right way to catch her vulva.