FillingtheVoid (11 page)

“For really real?”

“Truth.”

Naomie dangled the check in front of Jaime’s face. It was
time for him to leave. Dane was exciting her to the point she wanted more than
fingers. She had reached that point a while ago but the sensation was becoming
more urgent.

She said, “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, okay? Once you and
your friend finish the yard work and get showered off, we can talk about what I
want and where I want it.”

Jaime took the check with a slow nod. “Yeah.”

Dane urged Naomie back with his fingers curling over her
clit. She dropped her leg and he pulled her against him. To Jaime he said,
“Remember—no anal. Not even fingering.”

“No anal. Got it.”

“Make sure your friend gets it too.”

“Yeah.” Jaime nodded again as he shuffled to the door.

Naomie wiggled her fingers at his back in a farewell
gesture. “Get home safe.”

He waved the check over his shoulder and left. He got to the
sidewalk and glanced through the living room window, shook his head and then
continued on his way.

Dane said, “Cute kid.”

“Isn’t he just? And he has an amazing tongue.”

“I know how much you love oral. But since you just spent the
day with the girls, I know you’ve had more than your fill of having your pussy
licked and I can get right to the point.”

Naomie laughed. “A girl can never have her pussy licked too
much, Big D.”

“Especially a girl like you, right?”

“Especially a girl like me. But a girl like me also needs
something only her Big D can give her, something she’s been craving all day
long.”

“Really?” He dipped his thumb into her asshole to the first
knuckle and then wiggled it. “Tell me about this craving.”

Naomie pouted over her shoulder at him while shifting
against his hand. “The girls were mean to me. They took advantage and did all
sorts of things to my poor little ass.”

“Things like what? And don’t be afraid to describe
everything in vivid detail.”

“Fred licked me.”

“Uh huh. How did she lick you? Did she lick you here?” He
pushed his thumb as far forward as it would go.

Naomie nodded with a satisfied sound. She sucked her bottom
lip then pulled it between her teeth before sucking it more. Teasing. Always
teasing. She was more than ready and wanted Dane inside her. Dane must not be
done with his tormenting mood. Jaime was gone so that left Naomie as his new
target. And he would keep going until he had her pleading, saying anything he
wanted, any way he wanted, just so he would give her his dick.

“How did she lick you, sugar? Tell me. Did she stick to the
rim or go in deep the way you like?” He inserted two fingers into her pussy and
proceeded to squeeze them toward the thumb in her asshole while pulling down
and out of her.

“Ye-yes.” She panted her answer and then moaned while
bending forward and putting out her ass so he could do it again.

“Yes what? This isn’t the time for smart-ass answers.” He
poised his fingers to enter her again but held them against her openings,
waiting.

“Rimming and deep,” she yelled.

Dane rewarded her with swift penetration, shoving his
fingers forward and rocking her on her feet. When he pulled them out again, squeezing
like last time, he had to curve his free hand around her waist to keep her
upright.

Her legs had stopped working. She wanted him to let her
drop. She wanted to be on the floor with her knees spread and her ass in the
air, tantalizing her stiff nipples with the thick carpet and better able to
handle Dane’s teasing. He probably knew that, which was why he kept her
standing.

“Who else, sugar? I know Fred wasn’t the only one.” This
time he pushed his fingers into her pussy and stroked.

Naomie grabbed the arm he had around her waist, pulling at
it with what little strength she could manage. She shifted her weight from side
to side as whimpering mewls of pleasure left her.

“Who?” He pumped faster.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!”

“I don’t know anyone named Oh-oh. Is she new?”

She shook her head, ecstasy making coherent speech hard.
Thinking was fast going by the wayside as well.

“Who is she?” He stopped moving.

Naomie whined, wiggling her hips to get him to continue.

“Who is Oh-oh, sugar?”

“Nobody. Nobody. Please, Dane. Please.”

“So who else besides Fred? Who else had fun with the hole
that belongs only to me?”

She shook her head quickly. “Just her.”

“She kept you all to herself? Greedy, isn’t she?” He shifted
his fingers back and then stopped.

Naomie was ready to cry. She hit his arm and whined louder,
which made Dane laugh as he shifted his fingers forward and then stopped. He
needed to let her come. The girls had already tormented her enough. She’d
thought Dane would be too tired from his long workday for play like this. This
should have been a quick fuck before dinner and then off to bed for another
quickie to put them to sleep. If Jaime hadn’t interrupted, it might have
happened that way.

Dane said, “You are way too sensitive right now for simple
licking to be all they did to you. I know you, sugar. I know this hole.” He
wiggled his thumb. “
My
hole.”

She nodded, shaking with the need to orgasm. She was so
close and Dane wouldn’t let her come because he was pissed. She could hear it
in his voice. He wasn’t playing. He was punishing her, teaching her a lesson so
she knew for next time.

He’d done something like this only once before, which was
why it had taken her so long to realize what it was. The time she’d removed her
engagement ring—before they were married—to try on a different nipple ring
suggested by a vendor. She’d thought the gold heart with Cupid’s arrow piercing
it—a diamond for the arrowhead—would be something Dane would like. He’d
complimented her and said it looked good. They hadn’t gotten it though.

That night Dane had spent two hours—maybe a little more
since she had lost track of time—getting her close to orgasm over and over but
never letting her come. During the entire encounter, he’d explained the
engagement nipple ring was more than a symbol of their coming commitment to
each other.

He’d chosen a nipple ring—something he’d known she would
need to get a piercing to wear—because it would become a part of her. Every
time someone saw it and she explained what it was, the person would know she
was taken—possessed. The ring, the physical representation of his love, would
be close to her heart—closer than a trinket on her left hand—no matter how far
away he was.

Only after he’d explained it in detail, only after he’d
gotten firm confirmation that she understood his stance, had he let her come.
And she had come hard. She hadn’t had a release that hard since. Dane always
got her off better and more thoroughly than any other, but that one time, that
one glorious time, had had her more than satisfied for almost a week. At
different intervals during that week, her body remembered the sensations and
spiraled her into a spontaneous orgasm. Naomie hadn’t known such a thing was
possible and had enjoyed every second.

Enjoyed it or not, glorious or not, experiencing it again had
stayed at the bottom of her never-to-do list. Their marriage had rules,
boundaries. It had to for it to work. Dane shared her. He had no issues sharing
her. Watching others fucking her got him hard. Knowing those others could and
would make her climax but she had to come to him for satisfaction and
fulfillment made him smug. And he had a right to be.

He was the only man who could get her this worked up, this
hot and bothered, this passion-crazed. He shared her because it was
sharing
.
She belonged to him. Everyone else got her on loan and had to bring her back to
him. As with all loans, certain restrictions applied.

Mia had been right about this one and Naomie had been stupid
not to realize. But it hadn’t ever been an issue. Dane inserted the plug in the
morning and took it out at night. Except when necessary to remove it, Naomie
left it there. No matter who she’d had sex with, she’d warned them to leave the
plug alone. Not because she’d thought it held any deep significance but because
Dane was the only one she wanted playing with, toying with and fucking her ass.

Now she knew it was more than that. She needed him to know
that she knew so this time didn’t turn out like last time. She took several
breaths to bring her libido under control so she could think. She petted his
arm, trying to placate him.

“Your hole,” she said in a soft tone.

“Damn right this hole is mine.” He forced his fingers
forward. “Only mine.”

She nodded while still petting him.

“Say it, Naomie. Only mine. No one else. Not ever again. Say
it.”

“Only yours. No one else.”

“Not. Ever. A. Gain.” He punctuated each syllable with a
thrust of his fingers.

Naomie felt herself losing touch again. The ecstasy was
threatening to drag her under and keep her. She struggled to stay lucid. “Never
again. Dane, please.”

“What else did they do?”

She shook her head. “Not
they
. Only Fred. Only her. I
promise. Dane, please.”

“What did she do?”

She hesitated. Dane was this angry over licking. He wouldn’t
like hearing what else had happened.

Dane squeezed her inside, causing her to bob in place and
pant. “What else?”

“Dane—”

“What else did Fred do?” he yelled as he pumped his fingers
in rapid motion.

Naomie cried out her satisfaction. A little bit more. Just a
little. She was almost there.

Dane stopped.

The denial of the orgasm had her shaking and huffing. “She…”
Naomie had to stop and wet her lips, nervousness making them dry. “Fred used a
vibrating anal toy.”

“What was everyone else doing?”

“Mia did Arisa with a double-sided strap-on while Arisa
toyed with my pussy with a vibrating dildo.”

Dane made a thinking noise that sounded almost appreciative.
“You girls do get into the most interesting trouble, don’t you?”

“I’m sorry, Dane. Please. I get it now. I didn’t before but
I do now. Please.” She rocked her hips and kneaded his arm. “Please let me
come.”

“What do you get?”

“The plug. It only comes out for you. My asshole belongs
only to you. You put the plug in and only you take it out.” She prayed this was
enough.

“And if I forget?”

“I’ll put it in and wait for you to take it out.”

“No more letting the girls…excuse me, letting Fred play with
what’s mine?”

She beat her fists against his arm as hard as she could
manage. “Don’t say it like that, damn it. I’m not lying. It was only Fred and
yes already. Yes. No more anal play for the girls or anyone else. Plug or no
plug, my asshole is yours and yours alone.”

“That’s right.” He started his fingers moving again. Slow
this time. A soft, gentle in-and-out rhythm meant to soothe.

Too bad Naomie was too far gone with lust to take it that
way. She didn’t want slow and soft. She wanted hard and fast and screaming loud
enough that the neighbors called the cops because they were too scared to come
over themselves.

“And Jaime’s little friend who’s coming with him tomorrow?”

“I’ll suck him off.”

“That’s a good girl.”

Naomie snapped, “Good girl, nothing. Fuck me, you sadistic
prick.”

Dane had the nerve to laugh. The sound filled the living
room. He hugged her and laid kisses on her back. “I’m sorry, sugar. I just got
pissed.”

She reached back, grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked.
“What part of
fuck me
was in any way unclear? I’m not cussing. I’m
giving you a command. Fuck. Me. Now.” She added a few more yanks.

His laughter didn’t stop though he did add some pained
groans to the mix. “Sorry, sugar. Sorry. Let go and I’ll get you off.”

“I oughta snatch your ass bald.” She released him.

“Naomie, are you sure Jaime got you off this morning? You
sound more than the usual level of pissed after something like this.”

And that was her breaking point. Dane’s change in schedule
and his keeping it from her until the last minute had screwed up her entire
day. Her sleep pattern was off, which was making her cranky. Then he had the
nerve to get all bent out of shape over a little anal play.

She pushed against him, shoving him back so he released her.
Anger and sexual frustration made her stronger, because she got free and turned
on him. Dane held up his hands in surrender, her moisture coating the fingers
of his right hand. He might as well have waved a red flag in front of her face.

“Down,” she barked, pointing at the floor.

Dane went to his knees.

“On your back, damn it.”

He did as she said, grinning the whole way. Before she could
tell him, he opened the front of his pants and pulled out his erection. He
stroked it a few times. “Private at attention and reporting for duty, ma’am.”

Naomie fought back the smile his words caused, her lips
twitching with the effort. She wouldn’t laugh. She was pissed at him.

He said in a cutesy voice while batting his eyelids, “I wuv
you.”

The laugh slipped out before she could stop it, followed by
several others. “Oh fuck you, you ass.” She couldn’t stay mad at this man.

“Yes.” He wagged his dick at her. “Fuck me hard, sugar. I’ve
been hurting for you all day.”

She pulled her top off and tossed it aside. Sick of having
her skirt around her waist, she slid it down her legs and kicked it away.
“You’d have had me already if you hadn’t gone all caveman on me.”

“Hey, I had a right—”

“Yeah, yeah. Shut up. You’re done talking.” She stepped over
him and crouched down.

Dane cupped her ass and guided her onto his arousal. He let
out a shuddering breath as her pussy swallowed him deep. She bounced a few
times, taking him to the base with each stroke and getting him slicked up. Her
pussy wasn’t where she wanted him, not after the day she’d had.