Chapter 3
He opened the door just as I was about to knock and pulled me inside the house. I continued his movement as in a dance, and it ended with him pasted to the wall and my mouth on his. He didn't seem to mind. He pulled me tight and let me kiss every inch of his skin I could get my lips on.
"So many clothes," I complained while trying to undress him frantically.
My hands were shaking so hard I couldn't do something as simple as unbutton his shirt. He let me struggle with it, idly caressing my hair. His breathing sped up just a little while I felt like I'd been running for miles. I gave up half way down and rested my fists and my forehead on his chest. He took my chin in his hand and lifted my head up to look into my eyes.
"What's wrong, baby?"
Tears of frustration welled up in my eyes and when I closed them the tears slid down my cheeks. He cupped face and wiped the tears with his thumbs. He leaned in and kissed my lips softly.
"You want me to make it feel better?"
A whimper and a nod was the best I could do.
"Say the words."
His body was strong and vibrant in my arms. For a moment, I had the urge to wrestle him to the ground and take what I wanted. My instincts were set so firmly to fighting I was beginning to forget myself. My muscles tensed, on the brink of reacting as if I was back in the cage. My whole body was numb, prepared to ignore pain by ignoring all sensations. Nick was looking at me curiously. Without fear. With infinite patience. I unwound, muscle by muscle, until the adrenaline subsided enough to allow me to feel again. The heat in my lower belly turned my knees to jelly. His strong arms sustained me. He kept me from sliding to the floor.
"Please." I whispered the word. It hurt to dig so deep down inside me to find the strength to show weakness. The second word came easier. "Daddy."
He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and rocked me gently. He kissed my forehead and my eyes, whispering soothingly. "You're safe here. Daddy is going to make it all better."
I wanted to believe him. Shame burned through me to feel arousal growing with each chaste kiss. Why did this turn me on so much? What was wrong with me to want daddy to fuck me senseless? The questions and the shame faded away when he reached between my thighs. The world spun out of control and I allowed the pleasure to engulf me. He made me come with a few caresses along my slit and a few nonsense words uttered in the thick husky voice I loved. I hung on to him as best I could while the waves of orgasm came crashing down on me.
Still in post-orgasmic haze, I fell flush to his chest. He picked me up and carried me into his bedroom. It might have been romantic if not for the smell of sex that hung heavily on my skin. He set me on his narrow bed and peeled off my clothes so much more slowly than I wished.
"Faster. Please," I said.
"Be a good girl and you will get everything you want."
"I am good. And I want you in me."
The rumbling sound coming from his chest set something else ablaze in me. He wanted me, too. I didn't know why I still needed the confirmation. I was in his bed, pinned under his weight, but the sound made it even more real.
After all those months of intense Brazilian Jiu Jitsu training and fights in my own weight class, I was used to thin bodies just like my own between my thighs. His girth was distressing, it forced me to spread my legs far wider than I was used to. I fought the strong urge to hook my legs behind his back and squeeze the breath out of him as I did with my opponents. It was such a stupid thing for my body to do, to react as if it were a fight. I never got aroused while fighting, and it had nothing to do with the opponent being male or female. Fighting was solely about surviving and winning. It was going to take so long to get deprogrammed after this mission.
He didn't force me to open up. He buried his face in my shoulder and kissed my heated flesh. His beard scratched the skin on my neck and collarbone. The sensations swirled and expanded from his kisses all through my body. The sweet pleasure unknotted my muscles from the inside. I didn't loosen up completely, but my body was in a different state of tension.
I was getting used to his width and I allowed him to change position. He slid downwards slowly until his mouth was over my chest. He pulled up my top to expose my breasts. My nipples perked up in the cool air. He swiped his tongue over each one in turn. I moaned loudly wishing he would become bolder. I wanted his strong hands on my flesh, I wanted a touch of pain to spice up the mind altering pleasure.
His cock smeared the inside of my thigh with precome. The swollen, hard piece of meat seemed huge as it pressed into my flesh. It had to be difficult for him to hold back much longer. I reached between us and took his erection in my hand. The pressure on my nipple increased to the pain threshold, which almost made me lose concentration. I needed to cheat to get what I wanted. He tried to pull back while still holding my nipple prisoner between his lips, but the movement ended abruptly and it was followed by a sharp thrust. He started pumping in my fist, at first in a stilted rhythm, still fighting to hold back the need, but he soon found his pace. I didn't want to miss the best part so I tried to guide him to my entrance. The blunt head bumped into my pussy and to my dismay his next move was to pull back so far that he slipped out of my fist. I tried to find my voice to protest but I stopped when I heard the familiar sound of a small package being ripped. He rolled up a condom with one hand and in one smooth move he aligned himself to the entrance.
"I want you so bad," I whispered.
"Want you, too, baby girl."
His massive dick sank into me smoothly, without hesitation. I was honeyed and desperate to feel him but even so the very girth of his cock made me wince in pain. He felt my discomfort and paused half way down. My inner muscles were painfully stretched but what hurt even more was to feel incomplete. I hissed but I lifted my ass off the bed to shove more of his dick inside me. It hurt and it felt amazing at the same time. He let me do this for a few moments waiting patiently while I stumbled from one small orgasm to the next in a beautiful cascade. My clumsy rhythm frustrated him. He pinned me to the mattress and shoved the rest of his magnificent length in my pussy. He thrust again and again, each time picking up the pace and cranking up the intensity. I felt like he was pounding me into the mattress. I was suspended on a plateau of pleasure until I heard the groaning that escaped his lips. His last movements were jerkier, without any rhythm to them. He screamed as he came and the visceral sound released my final orgasm.
He fell asleep holding me in his arms. There was little room for the both of us in his single bed. He deserved so much more than I could offer him. It hurt to disentangle myself from his embrace, but I had to do it. I snuck out of bed and left his house like a thief in the middle of the night. I had to make it back to the neighborhood before anyone noticed I was gone. Training started at dawn and there was no excuse not to be at the gym same as the day before and the day before that. I cherished his smell on my skin and I held on to it through the lon0g subway ride all the way to my little hell hole.
Tatiana wasn't up when I got back. I went into the shower immediately to remove any traces of him. Nick was my secret. I had to keep him away from this place.