The One Worth Finding (15 page)

He groaned loudly when she pushed a
finger inside him to the hilt, pressing his lower body against her
hand, needing to deepen the contact. Knowing what Aaron could take,
she knew it wasn’t a fraction of the pressure he needed.

Damn, he was so silky soft inside, she
would never tire of the feeling. She would have loved to fist him
again, enter him with a part of her own body instead of a lifeless
strap-on, this time bare, without a glove. But given his arousal,
he needed his brains fucked out, and the dildo could do that best.
A Domme had to be slow and careful when she fisted a sub. She would
indulge the craving tomorrow at the public scene, she thought with
a sigh.

She pushed a second finger into his ass
and stretched the tender opening, scissoring her fingers slowly. He
opened up so eagerly, relaxed so completely for her intrusion,
moaning softly with utter pleasure. He was made for her, and she
needed to enter him with her fist now. She felt her resistance
draining away.

“Relax, Aaron,” she ordered, “I want
to feel you melting.”

He obeyed, his whole body becoming soft
and pliant, except for his raging hard-on.

Tara pulled back her fingers and added
lube until her whole hand was thoroughly covered in a thick layer.
She gently rubbed some of the cool liquid into his channel, pushing
both fingers back inside. She added a third finger, than a fourth,
taking her time, getting him used to the stretching sensation. She
knew it most likely wasn’t necessary, Aaron could put away huge
objects and feel mind-blowing pleasure when every other man would
have been howling in pain, but as his Domme it was her duty to make
sure he didn’t get hurt, and he had a scene to perform tomorrow, so
she watched his reactions closely.

He writhed on the sheets, begging for
more, slow thrusts of her fingers made him cry out with
lust.

She felt the noisy rush of blood in
her head. Her clit throbbed, her skin tingled. He was so sexy, she
could come just from looking at him.

She added her thumb, bringing the tips
of her fingers together.

This was the moment he would realize what
she was doing, her hand in the perfect fisting-position now. He
shuddered and reacted accordingly, relaxing every muscle in his
lower body.

“
Yes, M
a’am,” he begged, “please, don’t
stop. I need more of this.”

She widened him for some seconds
before she turned her hand, palm up, and pushed so deep her
knuckles hit his perineum. Aaron groaned. She repeated the
movement. Again. Again.

“
Open up for me, Aaron,” she
commanded, “make yourself wide for your Domme’s
pleasure.”

With the next soft thrust, her knuckles
slid inside him, and Aaron gasped. His breath escaped in harsh,
panting puffs, he pressed his buttocks against her intruding hand,
seeking even deeper penetration.

She knew that now came the hardest part,
but she felt his eagerness and smiled. For Aaron, the hardest part
almost seemed to be the most fun.

She asked nonetheless.

“Ready, Aaron?”

“
Oh God, yes,
M
a’am,” he
gasped, “please, now!”

“Be a good little playmate, angel” she
cooed, “be as soft and sweet as your Domme wants you…”

She took a deep breath and made a fist
when the ball of her thumb slid into his spasming channel, seating
her hand inside him to the hilt.

Aaron cried out in ecstasy, his body
bucking in a perfect arch. Tara pushed her hand against his
abdomen, stilling his movements.

Tara felt the excruciating softness of him
all around her hand, the tight ring of his sphincter closing firmly
around her slim wrist, the sleek muscles of his bowles spasmed all
around her fist. It was a mind-blowing feeling, and she closed her
eyes in bliss.

Aaron trembled and quivered, desperate
groans torn from his throat. He couldn’t speak, but he wanted so
much to beg her to move…he needed a harsh fucking, and damn, her
fist felt so good inside him.

Tara flexed her fingers against his
prostate, and he immediately came like a fiend, screaming, begging,
shaking, gushing hot seed over his chest and abdomen. When jets of
semen hit his chin, Tara came without the slightest bit of
touching. Her core contracted and clenched, longing for that huge,
gorgeous cock inside her… she put her free hand on his hip and
thrust her fist carefully back and forth inside of him, making him
scream even louder when her movements continued to stimulate his
prostate. His giant prick was still as hard as steel, but he kept
coming, dry heaves of an endless orgasm wrecking his body while her
fist was moving inside his tight, satiny channel, and Aaron spent,
and spent, screaming until his throat felt raw. He knew that his
sexy Domme loved his seed and milked him for every drop he had.
Luckily, he always squirted generous amounts of the stuff. Nature
had equipped him perfectly to please his mistress.

She brought him down carefully, gradually
slowing her thrusts until he had gained a modicum of
calm.

“Take a deep breath, Aaron,“ she
whispered fondly, gently stroking his slick abdomen and chest,
“I’ll pull out on your exhale. Now!”

Aaron did as he was told and took a shaky
breath. He groaned when she pulled her hand out, the sensation
always nearly as good and exciting as the entering had
felt.

His cock throbbed against his stomach,
and he slowly opened his eyes. They were wet with tears.

“
Sweet mistress,” he breathed,
“thank you so much. If you allow your worthless slave to worship
you with his cock now, I’d be honored beyond words. May
I?”

Tara smiled sweetly.

“
You may,” she said, nodding
generously, “in a minute.”

She pressed her lips to his and rejoiced
in glee when he kissed her back hungrily, pushing his tongue into
her mouth like a starving man, his taste sweet and hot and sinfully
addictive. She would never get enough of him.

“
Keep your cock hard for me,
angel,” she whispered into his mouth, “or I’ll have to punish
you.”

He smiled against her lips and
greedily accepted another kiss, whimpering when she pulled away and
got up.

“Stay here,” she said sternly, “and
stay hard!”

Aaron bowed his head and nodded
softly.

When she returned from washing her
hands, his erection seemed even larger and harder. He knelt on the
bed in perfect submission, hands palms up on his spread thighs,
eyes down. His cock so hard it was slapping against his tight
abs.

Tara took her time to look at him for a
moment. His skin was soft and golden, his blond curls giving him an
innocent, sweet look that made her mouth water. She knew he was a
dirty little angel. A gentle smile curled her lips.

She loved him so much. She so wished they
had met in another time, another dimension. She wished she were
someone else.

“Eyes on me.” She commanded
softly.

He obeyed immediately, lust sparkling
in his clear green eyes.

“
How does my mistress wish her
slave to serve her?” he asked expectantly.

“
From behind,” she answered, “but
I’m warning you - be a good little boy, or you’ll get
punished.”

She moved to the bed, her skin tingling
from the hungry looks he threw her naked body. He was perfectly
trained as a submissive, but she loved his naughty little-boy
charm, the air of willfulness that surrounded him. He would submit
to her, always. But that didn’t stop him from wanting her, from
actively desiring her.

She placed her hands on the headboard and
leaned forward, Aaron moving behind her immediately. He put his
hands down next to hers, and the sight of his big, manly hands next
to her small ones sent shivers up and down her spine. She felt his
muscular chest against her back and shuddered when his soft lips
kissed her shoulder. His cock nudged her core.

“Does my mistress wish to feel me
deep?” he whispered into her ear.

“Yes,” she said, “I want a rough fuck,
Aaron. Take your mistress the way she orders you to.”

He groaned, all control melting in the
heat of the moment. He pressed his face into her back and rammed
his cock into her. Damn, he felt as big as a lamp-post, a hard, hot
rod of steel that cleaved a blazing path into her, but as a Domme,
Tara still held the reins in this situation. Not a sound came over
her lips when the sensations crashed down on her like a concrete
wall. She felt his shy kiss on her skin and put her hands on his,
and Aaron’s control snapped with a shuddering breath. His hips
started to jackhammer, slamming in and out of her tight sheath,
thrusting into the deepest recesses of her beautiful body. He tried
to contain his groans, but Tara only smiled fondly while her pretty
sub fucked her brains out. She loved his enthusiasm and wouldn’t
stop him here. She wanted him as he was, playful, boyish,
over-eager, and the best fuck she’d ever had. She swallowed the
guilt that stabbed her at the thought.

Her release came closer, closer every time
he powered his cock into her, thrusting so hard she almost blacked
out while their fingers intertwined on the headrest. She felt her
breasts bounce with every move, felt her whole body quake with the
power of his fucking. She had an unending need for rough sex, and
despite his innocent looks Aaron satisfied her completely, with his
giant manhood, the sheer hardness of his erection and his
relentless stamina. The fact that she irresponsibly loved her sweet
little sub made hard sex with him all the sweeter. She had to have
this for as long as it lasted.

The unbearable tension exploded while her
orgasm washed through her, and Tara bit her lip to stop from crying
out, to stay in control while her world evaporated into a hot cloud
of pleasure. Aaron’s cock shaped her whole universe, ramming,
pounding into her until her insides felt white-hot.

He was amazing. He made her come just
by fucking her, he hadn’t even touched her clit, and he prolonged
the throes of her passion with his relentless thrusting, hammering
into her clenching core with blinding force.

She sensed his urgency, knew the
moment it bordered on despair. Her walls kept constricting around
the steel of his erection, but she already felt the spread of deep
satisfaction start deep in her guts.

“
Fill me up now, pet,” she
whispered, the urge to giggle with pleasure so hard to fight now
when he kept pumping into her at full speed, “I want your seed
everywhere. Come for me, angel.”

Aaron convulsed violently and she felt the
gush of his hot juice deep inside her, endless jets of balmy semen,
spurting against her womb. Aaron’s insanely sensitive prostate
produced copious amounts of liquid which made him able to provide
the utterly messy orgasms his Domme demanded. Since she had
massaged the highly responsive gland constantly with her fist and
giant strap-ons during the last days, it did its job marvelously
and released more and more of the desired juice into his pumping
cock. He stuffed her to the brim, coming so plentifully inside her
that his essence gushed over her thighs, spattering the sheets with
hot, milky reams of come.

His body jerked several times before
he became limp, completely, utterly spent.

Tara straightened gracefully, causing his
length to slide from her core. His seed was everywhere, and she
almost squeaked in delight when a fresh stream of the sweet stuff
ran over her thighs as soon as his cock left her body. Damn, she
loved the way he came - he ejaculated like a stallion.

She turned around and looked at him, a
jolt of tenderness piercing her heart. His green eyes looked huge,
still glazed with lust and adoration. His hair was disheveled, his
pale lips trembling from the force of his release.

Tara drew a deep breath. Perfect, perfect,
perfect. Mine!!! She stopped the thought. He would go.

“
Did I please you,
M
a’am?” he
whispered hoarsely.

She framed his face with her hands and
kissed his soft lips gently and attentively.

“
You pleased me beyond words,
little pet,” she said, “in fact, you stilled my hunger so
effectively that I now feel the wish to use this strap-on I planned
to stuff you with after all; you distracted me with the delicious
softness of your skin earlier and made me use my fist inside you.
You won’t escape that strap-on, sweet one. It thirsts to be rammed
into your perfect little hole.”

Aaron shivered with delight and Tara felt
his cock stiffen against her abdomen. Damn, his stamina was almost
scary. He was 38 years old, after all, but his shaft got rock hard
in seconds.

“
I don’t want to escape,
M
a’am,” he
sighed with shaking lips. “I beg you to use me any way you want.
I’m made to be your fuck-toy. Every orifice of my body was created
to give you pleasure. I would die if I couldn’t delight you.
Please, Ma’am, I’m craving that strap-on. The biggest one you
have.”

He nuzzled her ear, pressing warm, wet
kisses on the soft skin.

“It’s not bigger than my fist,” she
breathed.