Byron-4 (19 page)

Byron had called Taylor twice and both times she’d made him smile. They hadn’t talked about anything, but it just felt too good speaking to her. She couldn’t come to the hospital until after five o’clock and Byron was sure by then they’d all be gone.

“Does she need anything? I can bring her something on my way home. I live right on the way past the hospital.”

“No, she’ll be sleeping until morning and you aren’t going back to that place. I thought you said you were coming home with me? I’m going to go pick up a few things for dinner then I’ll be at my house. You’ll come there. I have a night of fun planned for you and you owe me.”

“How do you figure I owe you? You made me drive that monstrosity to work after telling me that you’d take me. I didn’t even have anything to wear once you tore things from my poor, abused body. Do you have any idea how much I paid for that little bra and panty set? And I’m not rich like some people I know.”

“Come home with me and I’ll buy you two sets of those sexy little things. And if you let me rip them from your body, I’ll buy you four sets. Please? I have toys that I want to play with you with. I want to pink up your ass so beautifully that I may have to pay homage to it all night before I’m finished. Then I want to take your nipples and clamp them tight and watch them redden from it. Christ, woman, I’m so hard right now, I can’t even go in the store to pick us up dinner.” He thought about just going home and jerking off, but wanted to cook for her and he wasn’t going to come without her. His cock would just have to wait, damn it. When she answered him, he nearly changed his mind and went home anyway.

“You make me wet with just your voice, did you know that? I’ve not been able to get a damned thing done today for thinking about what you did to me last night and how wet my panties are. I’ll come to your house, but if you don’t fuck me the second I walk in the door, I may have to hurt you.”

He couldn’t answer her at first. His throat had dried up and his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth. It was everything he could do to guide his car to the side of the road before he wrecked. He leaned his head on the steering wheel and took several deep breaths before he could speak.

“Come to my house naked under your coat. I don’t care if you have to strip in the car in the driveway. You’d better have nothing on save those fuck me boots and a coat when I open the door. Do you understand me, Taylor? If you’re not, I’m going to punish you in ways you’ve never thought of.” He was panting and suddenly realized he could hear her doing the same.

“Yes, master. Naked except for my boots and coat when you open the door. And Byron, you’d better be ready or, so help me, you’ll be punished in ways you’ve never heard of.”

The phone went dead in his hand. Carefully, so that he didn’t hurt himself or his car, he laid his phone on the passenger seat and sat there waiting for the roaring in his head to slow down. Christ, he was never going to make it until six o’clock.

~~~

At four-thirty, Taylor was pacing the office. Her body was a hum of live wires.

Every nerve ending in her body, even at her toes, was making her skin feel like it didn’t fit her. Her nipples hurt, not just ached, but hurt, and she wanted to take her bra off and rub them. Her panties had come off an hour ago and she knew that she was soaking the tops of her thighs; the cream was tickling as it dripped from her. Even her lips felt fuller and needier because of Byron. If he didn’t hold on his promise, she would hurt him.

Then rape him.

She had her coat on and her bag in her hand at three minutes until five o’clock and when the hand was straight up on the twelve, she was locking the door. Shaking her need for him so overwhelming, she had to stop and close her eyes with her head leaned back against the seat. It wouldn’t do to kill herself before she got there. After several seconds of trying to relax, the key fit in the tiny slot and the engine turned over. Taylor drove extra slow to her place, making sure she concentrated on everything she did.

When she pulled up, she hurried inside to get her things she would be taking with her to Florida and a set of clothes for her last day at work. She had purchased her ticket that afternoon before talking to Byron and she was nearly all set.

Driving to his house, she thought about the man she was going to sleep with. Well, sleep with was a stupid term because she knew there would be very little of actual sleeping unless one or both of them passed out. She was giddy with need for him and planned to get as much as she could from tonight. Byron Grant was a great lover and she was glad he had been her first.

He made her feel special and needed. The way he touched her sometimes made her want to crawl up in his lap and just have him hold her. She’d never wanted that before, not in all the time she’d been out on her own. She would miss him. Miss him much more than she was comfortable with.

Taylor had wondered about what she’d thought he said this morning. She thought he’d said he loved her. The flutter in her heart made her frown. Men were always saying that to women, she knew that. They’d say anything to get laid, she also knew that. But it hadn’t felt like that when he’d said it. Even though it was muffled beneath the blankets, she felt the sincerity of his words.

But men like Byron didn’t have to say they loved you to get into your pants; they just had to ask. Men like Byron also didn’t fall in love with people like her, someone who had nothing and came from nothing. His type of man fell in love and married people like princesses and movie stars, women with pedigrees as long as your arm and money to back it up. Not a woman who could barely pay her rent and had to sell her car to buy plane tickets. By the time she pulled into his driveway, her mood had plummeted and it was all she could do to strip down in the huge car and put her coat back on. Wiping away the tears that had fallen at some point on the drive over, she decided that she was going to enjoy her last night with him and then in the morning when he dropped her off to work, she was going to spend the day thinking about him and then catch her plane at ten-thirty and never look back.

Sure, she was. And donkeys would fly too. Taylor had done something really stupid; she’d fallen in love with the arrogant ass.

~CHAPTER 19~

Byron heard her pull into the drive and looked out. He wanted to run out and drag her in, but knew that he couldn’t do that, at least not yet. He ached to be with her, to touch her, and he wanted her in ways he’d never wanted anyone before. He was startled when his cell phone rang.

“Are you all right? Why aren’t you coming in?” he asked, and went to the window again. The engine was running and he was afraid she would leave.

“I want to cash in my freebie, the one from the other night. I’m in charge right now and you’ll do what I say. All right?” He grinned and nodded then realized she couldn’t see him.

“Yes. For now, you can be in charge. What do you want, Taylor? Come inside and tell me.” His voice had gotten husky and his cock twitched in his jeans.

“Naked. I want you naked and ready for me. I’m going to take your cock into my mouth and I’m going to go down on you. I’m going to run my tongue along your length and nip at your pulse at the base. I want to feel the silky heat of you fill my mouth. My tongue is going to tease your slit and suckle at the cum that is gathering there right now. It is, isn’t it, Byron, your cock is leaking for me?”

“Yes. I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life. Come inside, Taylor. Do those things to me, please?”

“You’ll not touch me. If you do then I’ll stop. You don’t want me to stop, not when I plan to take you deep into my throat, not when I want to wrap my tongue around your sac and pull your balls into my mouth and suck them, do you?”

“Christ! You’re killing me. No. No, I don’t want you to stop. I won’t touch you. Are you wet, Taylor? Are you soaking my car seat with your juices?” He needed to get control of this, of her, before he did something incredibly stupid like beg, beg her like a Sub.

“I’m very wet. My pussy has been gushing all day since you called me. But you’ll behave or you’ll never feel me using my cream to lube up your ass and fuck you with my finger. You’ll never feel me take you so far down my throat that when I swallow, you’ll feel it tighten around you cock so hard you’ll beg me to let you come. You want that, Byron? You want me to suck you that hard until you come?”

“Yes, master.” His head was spinning. In that moment, he would gladly let the world know she was in charge. Relinquishing control to her made him harder, impossibly harder than he’d ever been.

“Good boy. Now, get your clothes off and be lean against the wall when I come inside. I’m going to take you as soon as the door is shut and you’d better be ready.” The phone went dead and he closed his eyes. Then they popped back open when he heard the engine to the car shut off. In record time, he was stripped of his clothing and was turning off his phone when the knob of the door turned.

Her coat slipped off as she dropped a bag to the floor and her glorious body was exposed to him. He groaned, he couldn’t help it, and when she dropped before him and licked his cock, he closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall for support.

~~~

Taylor reached between Byron’s legs and fondled his balls gently. They were hot and hard, their weight felt good in her hands, and she licked them before wrapping her mouth over the crown of his cock. He surged forward and she saw his hands move then he pressed them behind him.

“Good. Now I’m going to play for a while and I don’t want you to come just yet. I want to taste you fully before I let you slide down my throat and shoot all this delicious cream inside of me. Don’t touch me or I will stop. If you try to take control again, I’ll stop. Understand me, slave?”

She was afraid he would say no, afraid that he would know that she had never done anything like this before and was both terrified and excited to do this to him and for him. She looked up when he didn’t answer right away and nearly came apart. Lust and need filled his eyes, his breathing was fast, and she could see his pulse pound at his throat.

“Yes, master. I understand. I...Christ, you’re beautiful. I’ll behave.” Her heart fluttered in her chest and she closed her eyes before he could read the love in hers.

Running her tongue up the heavy, pulsing vein, she nipped at the tight skin there.

She ran her fingers along his thighs and circled them around to cup his ass and pull him forward. Closing her mind to him, she set to work memorizing every inch of him, his textures, and his smell. She loved the way he filled her mouth when she took him in, the taste of his pre-cum when he leaked at the tip. His balls tightened against his body and she could feel the way they moved heavily within their tight sac. Lost in her own world of loving him, she nearly missed the way his legs were trembling and she looked up at him.

His face was tight; the cords of muscle at his neck were strained and pronounced.

His mouth was pressed tight together and she could see the pain there. He was holding back, controlling his climax as she had told him to do.

“Would you like to come now, slave? Come down my throat?” His hiss of “yes” raced along her skin like hot lava. The look in his eyes promised payback and need. Her pussy gushed more and she could feel her own climax racing along her never endings. As he watched her, she put her fingers into her pussy and she coated him with her juices. Running a bit of it along his crown to coat him, she then licked him clean. His answering growl made her see stars.

Coating her fingers again, this time, she moved them along his ass cheeks and then along the seam. His surge into her mouth she took as his approval. Coating the puckered hole, she looked up at him and waited.

“Do it, do it now,” he begged, and she took him deep in her throat and, like she promised, swallowed him at the same time she punched her finger though the tight ring of muscles in his ass.

He came hard; the first jet of cum that hit the back of her throat was hot and heavy.

She never gagged like she had before but swallowed again and again, taking him deeper and deeper into her. When his hand cupped the back of her head and he began fucking her hard with his cock, she didn’t care. He was coming inside of her. Over and over he released in her and with every forward surge of his hips, she moved inside of his hot ass. When he was empty and slumped against the wall, Taylor let go of his cock, slid her hands down to her lap, laid her head on his thigh and tried to regain control of her body. Tremors racked her and she needed relief badly, but she was fine—for now.

It wasn’t until Byron picked her up that she realized she had fallen asleep. Her body hummed with need, but she also felt more relaxed than she had in months. She cuddled tight against his neck and nipped at his shoulder.

“Did you enjoy that, Byron? It was all right, wasn’t it?” She yawned hugely and snuggled deeper.

“You need to ask? Christ, woman, I thought you’d forgotten me you were enjoying yourself so much. It was well worth it. The look on your face, the way you...everything about it was...yes, love, it was more than all right.” She felt the bed beneath her. He must have taken her to his room.

“You cheated. You touched me. I’ll have to do it again until you learn to behave,” she said as she drifted off to sleep.

Taylor came awake screaming. The climax was so hard and so unexpected she sat up and tried to pull away from the overwhelming sensations. Byron didn’t stop, though; he lapped at her clit over and over while wave after wave of aftershocks rippled through her.

“Please, please, you have to stop, I can’t...it’s too much.” He just looked up at her, grinned, and buried his face back between her legs.

Using his shoulders, he opened her legs wider and then cupped her ass to bring her more firmly to his mouth. He was watching her now. She could feel his eyes on her as she came down from her climax by degrees. The ring in his tongue was pressed hard against her clit and he rubbed it to and fro until she could feel the heat building again.

“Squeeze your breasts for me and roll those luscious nipples. Make them stand up hard for me, Taylor.” His voice, the one that shimmered over her like a silken sheet, made her need to do what he wanted. Lying back on the bed, she did what he asked as he took her higher and higher again.