Jules

 

Two weeks later

 

I made her move immediately. Allison protested and told me that her apartment was fine, but her arguments were weak at best. After the whole incident with Shae, she wasn’t all that keen on staying anyway. Once I found out that her biggest reason to stay was the money, I took care of it.

 

“You can’t just pay for everything, Jules!” she told me, slapping my arm lightly.

 

I ignored her as we browsed through several apartments on my tablet. I was reclining on the couch and she was seated on a pillow I’d gotten specifically so that she wouldn’t get cold on the floor next to me. It was blue, because it reminded me of that shirt she first wore, and it was large and lumpy. She’d helped me pick it out. She was completely naked, because that was how we both liked it when we were at home.

 

My home, because she was going to keep her own apartment for a while still. We’d argued about that, too, but I’d conceded on that one, because she had a good point.

 

Bree, her little sister, would be out of the hospital soon. She needed a stable environment to live in while she was in high school and we both agreed that my house might not be that. I wanted her to get more comfortable with me before we even considered that transition and then there were the privacy issues involved with the Dom/sub lifestyle.

 

I doubted her little sister would appreciate Allison walking around naked all the time or sitting by my feet. I hoped that maybe one day Allison might be able to talk intelligently to Bree about all of this, but the girl was still just a kid and I agreed that exposure to this should come a little later, if at all.

 

And I would leave that clusterfuck entirely up to the girls.

 

“How about this one?” I asked, showing Allison a picture of a large condo with two bedrooms and a very nice kitchen. “It even has a balcony,” I told her, swiping my finger to show her the next picture.

 

She eyed it suspiciously. I could tell she liked it, though she was trying to hide it. “And how much is it a month?”

 

I waved away her concern. “Don’t worry about it. I have it covered. I wouldn’t have suggested it otherwise.”

 

“Jules,” she began, but I cut her off by leaning down for a kiss on the lips. She leaned into it.

 

When I pulled away, I told her simply, “This is closer to my house and puts Bree in a good school district. Besides, I won’t have you living in some rundown hell hole like you were. That place was bad news and I thought I was going to kill that punk in the office. Seriously, the least they could do was lock the damn doors.”

 

She looked up at me with those wide brown eyes, appreciation shining in them. “Thank you, sir. But it’s too much.”

 

“It’s not. I’ll take care of it. You just worry about taking care of Bree.”

 

She smiled at me then dropped her gaze. “Thank you, Jules,” she whispered again, using my real name. She only did that once in a while and I let it slide, because I liked hearing my name on her lips.

 

“Only the best for my girls,” I murmured.

 

We looked through several more apartments and Allison was a lot warmer to the subject. She seemed to feel better with letting me take care of her, though it was a struggle. She was so used to fending for herself that it was a large leap for her to suddenly just hand the reins over to me. I reminded her that that was what she did in bed every night, which always made her blush.

 

I’d had her in bed a dozen more times since she’d made up. Her days were spent at the hospital with a recovering Bree, while I was at work, and when I got home she’d be there, waiting for me. I’d make her strip and bathe and then I’d play with her until she came half a dozen times. We were slowly making our way through the apparatuses in my play room, putting off the ones she shied away from. It was important to me that she was comfortable with everything we used in bed and she promised me that if she ever didn’t like something, she’d tell me to stop immediately.

 

“You like the condo, don’t you?” I asked her. She nodded and I smiled. “Good. Then we’ll go with that one. Now, it’s time to play a little, don’t you think.”

 

I watched as her skin flushed eagerly and she nodded her head, her gaze still poised downward. “Yes, sir.”

 

I grinned. Sitting up, I jerked my shirt over my head. I caught her looking at my bare chest from beneath her lashes, but didn’t call her on it. My hands went to the fly of my leather pants and I unfastened the button. Then I undid the zipper. Looking at her, I said, “Stay on your hands and knees, pet, and come over here. I want you to practice swallowing me.”

 

She crawled on her hands and knees so that she was positioned at my middle. I pulled my cock out of my pants for her, the length already hardened and bulging. I gave myself a couple of strokes for good measure, then waited.

 

I saw her lick her lips as she moved so that she was sitting up on her knees instead of on her perky ass. This put her closer to my lap and as she leaned her face over my crotch, I saw her lick her lips. I felt her breath against the head of my cock and tensed.

 

When Allison and I first met, she hadn’t done anything like this. She was a blank slate sexually, with the exception of touching herself and watching the occasional porn. After all, she was only human. But since agreeing to try a permanent relationship with me, she’d confessed to her personal curiosity on things.

 

Giving head happened to be one of those things.

 

“I want to practice,” she’d told me, blushing furiously and I couldn’t help but laugh.

 

What man was going to tell a girl that he didn’t want her to suck his cock?

 

So I made a point of giving her ample time to practice. The rules still applied and I still told her when it was okay and when she would just have to wait, but I also made sure that she got what she wanted.

 

“Go ahead,” I told her tensely, my dick aching with need.

 

I didn’t get a verbal response. Instead, her lips touched my head and she opened them as she went down. She began to swallow me, using her tongue to slide along the soft skin there. I held back a groan at the same time that I resisted the urge to jerk my hips upwards and bury myself in her mouth.

 

She couldn’t take me very far yet and I didn’t want to scare her off of trying to.

 

My hands went to her silky dark hair and my fingers tangled up in it. I got a good firm grip and pushed just a little, making her take a little more. She let out a muffled moan, telling me this was good, but I paid close attention to the hands settled on my leg. If either of them began to tap, I’d release her immediately.

 

Trust.

 

Her lips moved down my shaft and when she got about halfway down, she stopped. That was about her limit. It drove me crazy, but I didn’t push her any farther than she was ready to go. Not with this. She couldn’t give her safe word and that meant I was a little easier on her.

 

My cock pulsed as she began to pull back, her tongue sliding along my length as she did so. She paused at the head and sucked, making me grit my teeth in pleasure.

 

She hummed a little, then went back down. She did this over and over again, driving me a little crazier each time, until I finally couldn’t take it anymore. I used her hair to jerk her off of me. She looked up at me with those innocent doe eyes, her mouth a little wet and a little parted.

 

God, she drove me fucking nuts.

 

“Get up,” I ordered her.

 

She obeyed immediately, showing me her full, naked body. I let my eyes rake over her, devouring the sight of her flushed skin. Fucking sexy.

 

I got up off the couch, leaving my pants unzipped. I turned her to face me, though she had dropped her gaze once more. I grinned wickedly, lifting her chin up with my finger so that our eyes could meet again.

 

“Meet me at the red door. I think it’s time we had some real playtime.”

 

She let out a shuddering breath, then quickly nodded her head. “Yes, sir.” She turned to head quickly down the hall toward the play room.

 

I stopped her before she got too far. “And don’t touch yourself until I get there, or I’ll have to punish you.”

 

She worried at her lower lip, then got brave. She lifted her gaze and smiled at me. “I’d rather have you touch me anyway, sir.”

 

Then she turned away and I watched her bare ass as it swayed out of the room. Oh, the things I was going to do to her.

 

THE END

 

 

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