Obey (The Protocol, #2)

by Lasairiona Lewis

“I’m not a nice guy, Talia, and this isn’t a romance novel. We’re two people trapped in weird circumstances by a snow storm. I don’t do making love. I don’t do soft and gentle. I fuck.”

“I don’t want you to kiss me like I’ve never been kissed before.” His head cants, and he gestures like I should continue. “Kiss me like you’ve kissed me a million times over.” He takes a step toward me, the air around him becoming electric, sizzling with anticipation. “Kiss me like I’m a seasoned submissive who knows what she’s doing.”

throat before. Even reading about it in my books, the ‘hand necklace’ in a lot of stories doesn’t make it sound as arousing and thrilling as having Jagger’s giant hand curled around my fragile neck.

The only thing I need to do right now is stand the fuck down. My dick has this woman pinned to the wall by her goddamn stomach like a spear.

“Do you masturbate, Half-Pint?” Her jaw drops, mouth hanging open for a long moment before it snaps shut. I could fry a fucking egg on her sizzling cheeks if I was so inclined.

I don’t know how long I’ve been lying with a giant grump man curled around me in this bed, but I’m finally starting to get feeling back in my fingers and feet. For a while, I thought he had his phone in bed with him until I realized that thing digging into me was his peen.

He sighs again. Grabs my hand and puts it square-on his junk. Oh, my. It’s... uh... girthy? Is that the right word? “What are you doing?” I feel like I should jump out of bed, get on my knees, and say a million apology prayers to God for the fact I’m touching this man’s penis. But if I get on my knees in front of Jagger, only God knows what he’d do with his penis.

“We don’t even have to turn the light on if you don’t want to. But I have to admit, Half-Pint.” His breath is on my face again, his voice so close to my ear it’s sending waves of goosebumps all over my body. “I’d love to see you finger that tight little cunt of yours.”

What do I have to do to make him tell me I’m a good girl?

Her pace is steady, and as she circles her clit, her free hand makes its way up under her shirt, and I bite my lip to stop any noise coming from my body. I don’t want to spook her. I don’t want her to stop.

An ear piercing scream rips through the quiet air as her body bucks off the bed. Her shrill cry of release is unfettered, her eyes roll back in her head, mouth drops open, and I’ll be damned if my little Half-Pint doesn’t squirt over the bed.

A couple minutes later, he’s handing over his credit card to Melanie, the very friendly lady at the check in counter. They only have one room left, but contrary to all the books I read, it has two beds. No snuggling for me tonight. Not unless we end up freezing like we did last night.

“You’re either real brave, or real stupid to insult a southern woman’s mama, Jagger.” I poke his giant chest. Oh. Oh my. He’s got muscles under that shirt.

“Don’t remember the last time anyone called me a lady, do you, Philomena?” “Alfred called me an old battle-axe yesterday. They’ll never find his body.”

“Give it to me, Half-Pint. I’ll get rid of it for you.” His face softens. “I’ll never make you do anything you’re not comfortable doing. Give. It. To. Me.” Leaning over, I drop the mouthful of cum into his open mouth. After licking my lips, I whisper “thank you,” but he’s already on his feet and heading into the bathroom. I’m frozen in place. Did he really take his cum out of my mouth?

My phone rings, breaking me out of my fierce eye-to-eye contact with the butt-nekkid man I gave a blow job to in a hotel room.

I clench my butt, and he chuckles. The low rumble sending sparks straight to all my girl bits. It’s like he picked up the erotic phone tree, dialed 1-800-nips, and my nipples only too eagerly answered the call.

step out of my clothes and kick them a few feet away with a sweep of my foot. “Kneel.” I obey. And the sound that rattles in the back of his throat makes me want to grind on the floor to finish what he started in the elevator.

He drops a kiss on my lips. “Stay still, please, Half-Pint. My appetite is voracious. Can I touch that soaking wet pussy of yours?”

It’s an age before he moves again, and he moves his thumb to the back of my tongue so I can’t swallow, but not far enough that I gag. Before long, saliva pools in my mouth and trickles down my cheeks. He licks it off me. “Such a good fucking girl, Talia. You’re such a good fucking girl.”

“Such an amazing mouth and all tied up. The temptation to stick my cock in there and make you suck me until I cover your tits in my cum is overwhelming.”

When she calls me sir, it makes my balls throb.

“You’re so beautiful, all tied up and blindfolded for me, baby girl. You know that, right?” She hums. “And your ass takes my fingers so well. Such a good fucking girl.”

“Good girl, Half-Pint. Don’t stop. Keep coming for Daddy, okay? Daddy needs all your cum.”

“Do you want me to wash your hair?”

“You might get covered in blue dye.” “I had my fingers in your ass, Half-Pint. I can handle some hair dye.”

I’d know that pretentious prick’s voice anywhere. It haunted me for four years of college and beyond. I probably shouldn’t swing the door open, standing balls out, wrapped in a towel with his former fiancée’s promise ring dangling from a chain on my chest, but I can’t fucking help myself.

“Fine. But I feel like there’s not much you’re afraid of.” “Kids.” He nods, soberly. “Frogs. I have an irrational fear of frogs.” My chest tightens. I’m not sure what cause he has to go near frogs, but that sounds kinda awful. “Frogs? Is there a name for that?” He nods again, his face grave. “Rrrrrribbitphobia.”

“Good girl. It’s important to me. Okay? We only play with people Daddy trusts to take care of his baby girl.”

“Daddy?” He draws his stare away from watching his fingers working my nipple under my shirt, to my face. “Yes, baby girl?” “Can I suck you, please?” A longer, harder squeeze of my breast takes the breath from my lungs. “Say the words, Talia.” The pulsing pain in my nipple is stronger than the discomfort over the word he wants me to say. “Please, Daddy. Let me suck your cock. Please?”

Wow. There’s no easing in to the dungeon, they meet you right as you come in with a bare butt and a giant hook.

From the way her hips roll, the way she moans and purrs, she’s aching to have me inside her. And when I pause to enjoy her for a heavy moment, she thrusts her hips at me. “Daddy...” Fuck. I’ve never heard something so hot as my baby girl begging for my cock.

“There we go, baby girl. Almost there, right? You’re going to come for Daddy, aren’t you? Be a good girl for me, Half-Pint. Be a good girl for Daddy and come for me.”

“So close. I can feel it. My pussy’s getting all tight and hot, isn’t it baby girl? Your body’s going to give Daddy what he needs. I’m not stopping until I get what I need.”

“You’re doing so well. So fucking well.” He pushes himself up, looks down at where our bodies meet, and rolls his hips which makes my eyes roll back in my head. “Look at how perfectly you’re taking Daddy’s cock, baby girl. I’m so proud of you.”

“Sorry.” She hugs her arms around her middle like a belt. “Unexpected sleepover. I offered to go home, but he’s protective. And his clothes are way too big. I felt like my little black dress from last night was probably a bit extra for meeting the parents.” Not to mention it’s covered in cum.

The impulse to pick her up, rip off her pants, and shove my face in her aching cunt is raw, deep, and urgent. I’d encourage her to hold on tight to the headrest behind my head and ride my face like the uninhibited goddess she is.

If she was wearing a skirt or dress, I’d consider plopping her on my lap and fucking her right here to take the edge off. The idea of her deplaning and walking into baggage claim with my cum rolling down the inside of her thighs has me biting the inside of my cheek.

“Such a good girl for your Daddy, aren’t you baby girl? Always ready to give him what he needs. And you know that right now, what Daddy needs is just one more orgasm from his baby girl, isn’t that right?”