Runaway Love

He walked in, and a grin appeared on his face. "Good girl." He praised as he walked up to the bed. He leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth as his hand found my other nipple. His toying got them hard and he give a gentle bit and squeeze of them. I gasped as the slight pain sent a burst of warm to my core. His happiness danced in his eyes. He pulled away, and stood to his full height. "Sugar, scoot up to the middle of the bed and hang on to the slats of the headboard. Don't let go, or there will be repercussions." He said darkly.

I nodded and did as he asked. He took his shirt off and climbed up on the foot of the bed between my legs. He seperated my legs as he moved further up the bed, settling at my center with my legs over his shoulders, and his hands under my buttocks. The position lifted my opening to his face, and gave him full access to all of my privates. I felt my cheeks heat when I realized he could see it ALL.

"Don't start getting shy now, sugar, this is my favorite view of you." He said as he liked from my butt to my clit with a flat tongue, drawing a moan out from me. He massaged my butt cheeks as he alternated between sucking and flicking my clit with his tongue. I moaned, and started to release my hands, I wanted to have them in his hair. Suddenly he stopped, and I tightened my grip on the headboard. "Don't let go, little one, this my last warning." He said in a commanding tone. I nodded, and he shook his head, "Use your words."

"I won't let go." I confirmed.

"When we scene, I like it when you call me sir, sugar." He added as he dove back in between my legs.

"Yes, sir." I moaned as he inserted a finger in my core. He quickly drove me to my climax, and then to my next one. In my post orgasm haze I felt his start moving toward my anus, then drifting back to my center. He did this a few times, moving my slick down with his finger. He switched from mostly sucking to flicking my bud of nerves. Slowing increasing the pressure on my dark hole. I froze.

"Just relax, it's just my finger. I promise you'll like it." He murmured and then resumed sucking and flicking my clit.

With his other hand he thrust two fingers in my center. I felt a slight burn as his finger entered my ass, but as soon as I felt it, it was gone. Feeling fuller, and more able to feel his fingers in my core, I ran full force into another orgasm. My vision swam as he kept toying with me through my bliss. I felt him pull away, and get off the bed. I heard clothes rustling, then felt him on the bed again, and felt his condom wrapped cock at my entrance.

He leaned down and uncurled my fingers on my hands as he thrust in and kissed me. He started thrusting hard and fast into me. I quickly approached another orgasm, crying out at I hit my peak. His pace became uneven and desperate as he found his own relase, his body going rigid and a soft groan escaped his lips. He withdrew and settled in behind me, kissing my shoulder before getting up and heading to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I heard water running, and then I felt him cleaning me. He settled back in behind me and just held me, as I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke later to him kissing my shoulder. I allowed myself to slowly waken. I felt him twist behind me, and he handed me a glass of water and a few pills.

"Here drink and take these, I'm sure you're sore." he said with a gentle smile.

"I'm not." I said as I looked over my shoulder. He gave me a look that said it wasn't a choice. I shifted to a sitting position, wincing as my tender center rubbed against the sheets.

"Want to try to say that again?" he asked sarcastically. I just blushed and drank the glass with the pills. "What do you think, worth doing again?" he asked.

I enthusiastically nodded and handed him back the cup. He turned and set it down on the nightstand.

"You know it could still get better, imagine if there were two of us pleasuring you. Two mouths, four hands, two cocks." he said as he kissed up my shoulder, to my neck and then my lips.

Surprisingly, the thought didn't terrify me. I wasn't immediately repulsed by the idea of be shared. I'm not sure if his talk earlier, and the confession that Sean loved me made it more acceptable, or if I was still riding some kind of post orgasmic bliss.

"You didn't say no, little one. Is that a yes?" he wispered against my lips. He shifted so I was leaning against his chest, his arms wrapped around me.

"It's not a no." I said softly, looking at my hands.

"Look at me, sugar. I need you to look at me while you say it." he said.

"I'm willing to try. If it was half as good as earlier, it will have been worth it." I said, facing him. His lips came down in a bruising kiss.

"Well, then I'll talk to Sean. If we are all willing, we can make plans." He said smiling, as he brushed my hair from my face and rubbed my shoulders and upper arms. "For now, I don't know about you, but I'm starved. How does steaks and potatoes sound?" "Like heaven." I said getting up.

I found some clothes, and started to pull them on. I found a tank top and a flowy knee length skirt from my bag. I pulled them on over my bra and underwear. I looked up to see Oliver also finishing dressing. He finished and we went to the kitchen to cook dinner. As he went to the grill, I grabbed the foil wrapped potatoes and went to follow him. As I did so my phone dinged. Surprised at the notification, I balanced the potatoes in one hand, as I grabbed my phone from the counter.

*Come home, I deserve that child I put in you.*

Crying out I dropped the potatoes and my phone.

"Sugar, you ok?" Oliver asked as he entered back in through the french door to the patio area. "What happened?" He asked scanning my body for any obvious injuries.

"He knows." It was all I could manage to get out of my mouth. "How does he know?" I fell to my knees, Oliver catching me before I hit the ground.

"Sugar, breathe. Christ, you're pale. I'm going to move you to the couch." He picked me up and set me on the couch laying down. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out his phone. "Sean, need you to come over, have Sam follow, there's been a development we need to handle now." He growled before closing the call and putting the phone back in his pocket.

He sat down beside me on the edge of the couch. He brushed my hair out of my face and ran his hand down my face. I pushed my check into his palm. "I have to go turn the grill off." He said standing.

"No, don't leave me." I said, my skin pimpling with goosebumps. "I don't want to be alone."

"It's just for a second. I'll be right back." He said jogging to the patio. He was back within just a few minutes.

"Maybe it wasn't him. That wasn't his number. Maybe someone is playing a joke, or sent it to the wrong number." I said sitting up.

"Oh, sugar. People get pregnant all the time, but I don't believe in coincidences, especially this big of one." He said as he picked me up and set me back on his lap.

"But it's a new number, only Gina has it." I gasped as I realized what I just said. "I have to call her, what if he's done something to her. She wouldn't just give him my number." I said scrambling to grab my phone.

"Hold on, little one. Don't use that phone, it could alert him to where you are. I already pulled the battery. Use my work phone, it's a secure line he can't trace." Oliver said as he went to the stand by the entry door, grabbing his phone.

He handed me it, and I dialed the number I had dialed so many times before. It rang, and I chewed on my thumbnail as I waited, and prayed for her pick up.

"Hello, you've reached Gina Hardy. Sorry, I missed your call..." the phone fell from my grasp as the room started to spin. I heard Oliver's voice but couldn't make out any words. My vision started to tunnel, and I felt Oliver lower me to the couch before it all went black.