Disclaimer: All characters are over eighteen years of age.
Editing credit: Blind_Justice
Copyright © 2013 redskyes
Author's note: This is a continuation of a series. You'll probably enjoy this more if you start with Part 1.
Chapter 18
The strangest thing happened the next morning, something that was entirely new to me. I woke up wet. I don't mean Jake's semen, though that was there too. It had dried on me during the night, but some of it was wet again, because I was. I laid there for a while and just listened to my body and explored what I was feeling, the tightness inside me, the warmth and slickness, the pressure of my thighs squeezing together which I couldn't seem to stop no matter how hard I tried.
Yes, I woke up horny.
Trust me, it was a first.
Jake was still sound asleep, but of course, he was hard as a rock, his unbelievably huge erection just jutting out over his washboard abs. The sight of his impressive cock only worsened my aroused state. There was even a small wet spot just below his navel, where he was leaking. God, the urge to lean over him and lick up that glistening fluid was insanely strong.
It was a wretched compulsion -- maybe too strong a word, so just very unlady-like -- so I shook my head clear and gingerly got out of his bed. I started to head for the kitchen, then noticed my shirt was kind of scratchy. I stood in the hall and lifted the hem. There was dried semen all over it, so I went to my room and threw it in the hamper. While looking for something to wear, I noticed the time. It was really late in the morning. Jake needed to be up and off for work in less than thirty minutes, so I grabbed my dark blue satin robe and rushed to the kitchen.
I had just turned the coffee pot on when Jake pressed his body against my back and wrapped his arms around my waist and chest. His looming presence spiked my arousal again.
"Good morning," he murmured, digging his nose into my hair behind my ear and nuzzling me there. "Coffee ready?"
"Just started it," I replied, tightening my grip on the edge of the counter when he pushed my hair aside with his nose and kissed the nape of my neck.
"How long do we have?"
I sighed as his soft lips and hot tongue trailed a path over my shoulder. "A few minutes."
He pushed his hands inside my robe, one gliding down my stomach and the other palming my left breast. "A few minutes, huh?"
My head fell back against his shoulder, and when he lightly pinched my nipples, it was like he'd set off a direct current of electricity between my legs. I gasped and reached up behind me to grab the back of his head. Jake nuzzled my neck, kissing and biting gently. Fondling my other breast, my robe now gaping open, Jake pressed his other hand against my stomach, pulling my lower body towards him, then he pushed his hand between my legs and slid two fingers down my shockingly wet center.
"Fuck, you're wet," he growled, pressing the tips of two fingers against my opening, making me moan and pull his hair.
"I haven't showered," I told him.
"I don't care."
"But there's not enough time."
"A few minutes is all I need."
"For what?" I asked.
But then his enormous crown was spreading me open and pushing inside me. I cried out wordlessly and arched my back. Jake captured both of my breasts in his big hands and just shoved his massive cock into my body, inch after hard inch. He had to work his hips back and forth three times before he was fully seated within me.
"No fucking around," he told me, pinching my nipples and stroking his gloriously huge cock out and right back in.
"Oh God," I moaned, feeling him thrust again, from crown to balls.
"Just come for me," he growled, rolling my nipples between his fingers. "Come on my fucking cock, Rebecca."
I was beside myself with pleasure, standing in the kitchen and letting him take me from behind, fucking me with every inch of his beautiful dick, just drilling my body with his colossal maleness. He fucked into me six times and I was coming, bathing his thrusting length in my arousal, slapping both hands on the counter and pushing back to take everything he had. He long-stroked me and picked up the pace, and I felt him swell, getting harder, longer, wider.
"Not inside," I hissed.
Jake growled and brutally ripped his cock out of me. It was so sudden that my body felt empty, like part of me was missing. Grabbing my arm, Jake spun me around to face him and pushed me down to my knees. The glistening crown of his cock was right in my face when the slit at his tip widened and blasted me with hot semen. He stroked his fist up and down his mighty member, pressed the erupting crown to my lips and pushed into my mouth. The taste of my body on him was rather potent, since we had yet to clean up from our nocturnal activities, but I didn't care. I just bathed his smooth helmet with my tongue and gave it sloppy kisses while it gushed shocking amounts of cum on my face and in my mouth.
The whole affair had taken no more than a minute, which was amazing, considering how incredible it had felt. After a while, I just remained on my knees and kissed and licked his cock. At one point, I even leaned back against the cabinets behind me and let him fuck his big crown in and out of my mouth. When I heard the coffee pot clatter, I looked up at him. Jake was holding a cup of steaming coffee and grinning down at me.
"Thanks, Becca."
And just like that, he walked away, leaving me kneeling on the kitchen floor with his abundant spend coating most of my face and dripping onto my swollen breasts. I gaped at his back, feeling like I had been absolutely used, no more than a receptacle for his semen. Jake stopped at the threshold of the living room, enormous penis sticking out from his body like a lance, almost comically. He glanced at me over his shoulder, and when he saw my shocked, almost horrified expression, he raised one eyebrow.
"Don't forget to put your collar back on."
Oddly, my anger cooled in an instant. As he walked away, it just kind of clicked into place for me. Well, I should say that my
place
clicked. Respect had nothing to do with how he had just treated me. I was his. I belonged to him. He could do anything he wanted with me, to me, and as long as I allowed it, that wouldn't change. It had nothing to do with personalities or feelings, so there was no implied insult in what he'd said or done. It was entirely physical, and nothing more. It was rather uncomplicated, really.
As it turned out, I really liked being used.
With a cup of coffee in me and more waiting, I took a shower and thought over my day. I needed to make another trip to the drug store, for one thing. I also needed to put in a little time on the photo album for Ryan's family. We usually spent the Fourth of July with them. We would rent a big cabin in Oklahoma -- or two, if his brother and sisters and their families joined us -- and spend a week together. Part of that tradition was bringing along a new photo album for everyone to browse through. His family sent me pictures throughout the year, and I assembled them into a kind of scrapbook. It was a constant project and I didn't like letting it get away from me.
I pulled on low-rise jeans and a baby tee, pulled my hair back into a low ponytail, applied minimal makeup, and checked out the results in the mirror. Imagine my surprise to see Jake's collar around my throat. I hadn't even realized I was putting it on. Of course, the moment I saw it there, the small medallion catching the light in the hollow of my throat, my insides flushed with damp heat.
God, he'd turned me into Pavlov's dog!
Well, I couldn't go run errands wearing it, but I didn't have to leave just yet. I wanted another cup of coffee or two first, so it could stay on for now. I'd just taken my fresh cup of coffee outside when I heard my cell phone ringing. I ran back to get it.
"Hello?"
