Lessons in Corruption (5)

LYDIA'S POV

The next morning, I woke up with the weight of last night pressing against my memory. For a few seconds, I stared at the ceiling, trying to convince myself that everything had been a dream. The ache in between my legs convinced me that it was real as it could be, after we had both calmed down Daniel cleaned me up to the best of his ability and dropped me home not before kissing me like he was starved.

I reached for my phone on the table only to find one new message from Daniel

“Tonight, my place? 8pm. I want to see you again beautiful”

The hidden intention behind his message wasn't lost to me. My legs clenched as I recalled last night's activities.

By evening, I was standing outside his apartment, my heart pounding as I stared at the door. When it opened, Daniel was standing there, for a moment, neither of us spoke, his eyes moved over me, lingering just long enough to remind me of everything that had happened the night before.

“You came.”

“You asked me to.”

“I didn't think you'd actually come.”

I stepped inside.

The door closed behind me, the familiar tension returned instantly, only this time there was no church parking lot, no darkness, and no excuse that we didn't know what we were doing. Daniel came closer.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded.

He searched my face one last time before taking my hand, the gesture was surprisingly gentle.

“Then stay.”

I did.

And when he pulled me closer, I knew exactly where the night was going. He turned around heading to the kitchen.

“What can I offer yo–” I was horny and in no mood for small talk as I walked in front of him and kissed him.

The kiss was slow and sensual, like we didn't want the moment to end, like it would be the last time we ever got to taste our lips. I wobbled with my back to him and my palms flat on the marble surface.

Fingers curled around my waist, hooking into the belt loops of my jeans and yanking my butt tight against his groin. He angled us over the counter at a slight incline, his chest hot against my back and his lips closing around the shell of my ear. My body reacted instantly, heating, pulsing. I arched my spine and pushed back against his cock.

He caught my hips and set them away, controlling the pace of this, making me wait. His mouth went back to my ear, my neck, teasing and kissing sensitive skin, seducing with the rush of his breath.

“I'm nervous,” I whispered

“Don't be.” Standing behind me, he opened the flu of my jeans and lowered the zipper. “I don't bite”

His huge hand sank into my pants, beneath my panties, fingers sliding over my clit and pressing into my folds. His other hand captured my throat, bringing my head back to his shoulder. All the while his mouth continued to assault the sensitive spot beneath my ear.

He flattened my spine against him, working those expert fingers in my pants, playing with my slit and teasing my opening. The palm on my throat controlled my head, which he kept tucked against his own. The stubble on his jaw rubbed against my cheek as he nuzzled my face and neck.

Then he pushed two stiff fingers inside me. My heart stopped, my legs gave out, and my lungs caved in. I had never felt more alive. Everywhere I was he was there, invading me with his heat commerce stroking me with his touch, and his sensuality consuming my awareness.

He shoved my jeans and panties to my thighs and fingered me until I whimpered and moaned for release. Then he removed all my clothes and sang his hand back between my legs, torturing me. Quivering and naked, I greet the edge of the counter staring up at the crucifix of Jesus on the wall.

“I'm going to hell.” I rocked my hips, riding the thrust of his fingers.

“Not without me.” He nipped my jaw, his breath heavy and delicious. He surrounded me. Arms, hands, lips, and masculine need, he was everywhere all at once. My body reacted as though I was made for his touch. Everything he did, every kiss, every caress, was a long expedition in seduction. Meanwhile, I just needed him to show me unto the counter and fuck six ways from Sunday.

I tried to hurry him along, but he wouldn't allow it. He pinned my hands when I touched his cock. He smacked my ass when I ground against him. I wanted to kiss him, but he wouldn't give me that, either. He drew out his seduction in the most excruciating and delicious way possible.

He made me desperate to surrender to his will. So I held still, with a death grip on the counter, my feet spread apart, and my spine arched as he fondled, licked, kissed, and tormented every inch of my naked body. I dropped my head back on his chest, absorbing his strength, the support of his arms around me, and his hands moving in tandem up and down my spine, rubbing my abdomen, cupping and kneading my breasts, pinching my nipples, tracing my breastbone, and stroking the curve of my neck

He wore the expression of a man who was beside himself with need. He was feral with it, he spoke it was blown, lashes half-mast, breathing laboured, I'm forehead dotted with perspiration. He was aroused and excited and overwhelmed. We both were, he grabbed my throat and took my mouth, the kiss turned frantic, his hand reckless. I tried to grab his belt again. I made quick work of removing it and opening the buttons on his shirt and stripped him down to his boxer briefs.

His erection tented the fabric, pointing directly at the juncture of my legs. With my leg spread and the head of his pierced cock pulsing against my core, he stared at me. I stared at him. We were both breathing through her mouths, panting, spell bound.

“Watch us, Lydia.” He looked down.

I followed his gaze to the longest, thickest erection I had ever seen. How had that fit inside of me the night before.

“Do you want this?” He smacked it against my soaked flesh.

“Daniel, you fucking prick.” I arched my back, half snarling, half laughing. “Give it to me already.”

Pushing up on his arms, he stared into my eyes and pressed the head of his cock past my opening. His mouth hunk open on a silent gasp as I moaned and writhed on the tip of his invasion. Inch by glorious inch, he pushed, his body shaking above me, his gorgeous blue eyes never looking away. Does stretching burn swelled into enormous pleasure. I shifted, widening my legs to accommodate his girth.

“Oh, fuck. Yes.” The words husked from the back of his throat, low and scratchy. “Spread that pussy. I'm going so deep into that.”

And he did. He buried his full length, gently pulled out, and worked himself back in. Over and over, slow and steady, he trained my body to take his cock like he did last night. He held back and his patience was such a goddam turn on, and I knew it cost him. His muscles were Harding bricks, his bread shallow and taut. Tremors racked his whole body. Swear to God, I felt him in my womb. I felt him all the way to my chest. I felt him in every corner of my soul.

Then I felt something different. Something changing. My core muscles unclenched, loosening, accepting, and the discomfort melted into staggering, overwhelming pleasure. I wrapped my legs around him, his body like a marble altar as I pulled him closer, deeper. “Harder.”

He watched my face, kicking his hips, testing each stroke while adding more force. So fucking good. Jaw locked tight, eyes ablaze with desire, his expression blaze with intensity, like tunnel vision, as if he focused exclusively on my reactions and nothing else existed. The sensations he scattered through me were unfathomable. Especially once he got going and really let the reins out. His muscles flexed and bunched, his body a sensuous line of sex. He was built for this, hands down. This man knew how to fuck.

I fucked him back, grinding my hips and holding his magnetic gaze between greedy kisses. Our hips moved as one, skin slick with sweat, limbs entangled and hands groping, caressing, loving.

I loved this.

I loved this with him.

“Slow down, slow down,” he whispered. “You are going to cum.” he pressed his lips against my blissful smile. “But not until I tell you to”

Sinking my teeth into my lip, I focused on the friction of his skin against mine, the hard length of his cock rubbing across my clit, and his tight ass. My god, his ass was the best place to hold on. All those contracting muscles, like boulders grinding beneath my palms, had a wicked effect on my libido. And his dirty talk only added fuel to the fire

“Yeah, that's it. Take it. Take it like a dirty girl,” he rasped, his voice seductively dark. “Goddamn, look at you”

I could only imagine what I looked like. A want- on creature with her legs splayed open and her tits bouncing and her eyes shining with infatuation, adoration, and maybe if she was stupid enough, love.

“You are mine, Lydia full stop no one's going to touch you again. No one but me.” His thrust deepened, growing harder, punctuating each word with ferocity. “You belong to me. No one else. Mine, Lydia. Fucking mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes. Always.”

I meant it. No matter what happened, no matter who I was forced to wed, I belonged to Daniel Alastor from this day forward. The air change with his declaration and the direction of my thoughts. It thickened, deepened, and our bodies came together in a more profound way, fusing on a soulful level that transcended the lust burning between us.

His hand found mine and held it between my breasts with her fingers entwined. His will was my command. God knew I could come just from the sound of his voice. As he bore down and thrust with the perfect pressure and rhythm, I dove into his gaze and right off the cliff, soaring with him, moaning with him. For him

“Lydia, fuck. Oh, God fuuuuck.” His land to a stop, buried to the hilt, and dropped his head back, roaring my name shooting ropes after ropes of cum inside of me. Once we both floated back to the ground he let his flaccid cock slide out of me, only to replace it with two fingers.

“Are you on the pill?” He circled my opening, tormenting and arousing sensitive tissues. I nodded my head too weak to give a response. He pushed his fingers inside me, scooping and pressing as if to keep his come from falling out.

“You're such a caveman.” I flopped a leg over his thigh, enjoying the view of him playing with my body. “I want to do it again. Unless of course, you can't? What’s the recovery time for old men? Will you be needing Viagra?”

In a blur, he was on me, tearing his teeth into my boob and wrenching a howling scream from my throat.

“The night is still young darlin’”

Hours later, we lay in bed, naked, exhausted, he had taken me in every room in his home. On the rug before the fireplace, bent over the dining, against the shower wall, and in his bed he made a mess of me with his mouth, his fingers and at some point a vibrator.

I knew there would be consequences. My brother, my family, the church. The lies we would eventually have to tell, but as I lay there in his arms, listening to the quiet rhythm of his breathing, I realized something had changed inside me. I wasn't ashamed, neither was I afraid of the consequences.

I had spent twenty one years learning how to be good, how to obey, how to keep every forbidden thought away when no one could find it. Daniel had taught me something else entirely, that sometimes, the things we’re warned against are the things we secretly crave the most. I turned and snuggled closer to him and closed my eyes. Whatever happens tomorrow, tonight belongs to us. And if this was a sin, then I would gladly let him give me lessons in corruption.