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  I could feel my pussy clenching around his cock. My inner muscles pulsating as I pressed into his every thrust. My heart was thumping out of control. I was gasping for breath as Caine began to press his cock deeper and faster. He grabbed me by the back of my hair, pulling me towards orgasm. I felt a building of pleasure unlike anything I had known. I dug my nails into Caine’s back as I began to scream as my body reached the ultimate orgasm.

  Caine pressed deeper, harder and faster, his cock possessing my pussy. I felt his body tense and his breathing become ragged. His pace quickened, causing me to have another fiery sensation coarse through my body. I screamed out his name as his body stiffened and I could feel his warm release fill me.

  Caine settled his mouth over mine, kissing me slowly. I was enjoying his tenderness as we satiated in the aftermath of what was by far the best sex I could ever imagine. Caine rolled to the side and let out a huge breath.

  “God, Neely! That was amazing.” He put his arms around me and pulled me close so I could rest my head on his chest. “I have never experienced anything like that. You are absolutely incredible.”

  I giggled. “I agree! I can barely move.” I nuzzled into his chest enjoying the warmth of his body.

  Caine kissed the top of my head. “I love you Neely girl.”

  I closed my eyes. “I love you with all my heart, Caine,” And fell asleep to the beating of his heart.

  Chapter Ten

  “Wake up sleepy,” Caine whispered as he placed a kiss on my shoulder and then another on my neck.

  I awoke to Caine holding me close from behind, pressing my back to his chest. His arms were protectively wrapped around me, making me feel safe and warm in his embrace. I wiggled my bottom against his growing erection.

  “Good morning,” I softy moaned.

  Caine rolled me onto my back and placed his body on top of mine. He smiled wide and slowly pressed his cock into my already wet pussy. He stopped moving once his cock was burrowed deep, filling me completely.

  “Good morning to you.” Caine remained still not moving his hips in the slightest. “Today is your last day off before you start your new job. What would you like to do today?”

  I closed my eyes and moaned, enjoying the fullness between my legs. I arched my back, thrusting my hips forward, desperate for a deeper touch. I could barely whisper, “I would like to do you today, over, and over, again.” I looked up, giving him a wink.

  Caine chuckled, “I like your way of thinking.”

  He reached down and slid his hand between our bodies to separate the folds of my pussy. He rubbed my clit in a sensuous, spherical movement. With one hard push, he plunged his cock deeper than I thought possible. He began to move in and out, quickening his pace but driving hard with every move. I cried out as my pussy clinched tight around him. He bent down capturing my cry with his mouth as he danced his tongue with mine. He slowed his motions until he came to a complete stop, pressed to the hilt. I groaned and thrashed my body beneath him, wordlessly demanding for him to continue fucking me.

  With a deep laugh, Caine asked, “What else would you like to do today?” He pressed his cock deeper as I used my inner muscles to milk him. “You have a one track mind. We are having a discussion here,” Caine teased.

  “Is this how we’re going to have all our conversations from now on?” I amusingly asked.

  “Yes. I hope to have my cock buried in you more hours of the day than not,” Caine moaned as he began to advance in a shallow, then a deep, rhythmic pattern.

  “Mmmm, promise?” I moaned as I met his hips thrust for thrust.

  Caine slowed his pace, once again coming to a complete stop. “We need to tell Coley about us,” Caine said softly before kissing me on the tip of my nose.

  I reached my hands around the globes of Caine’s ass and dug my nails in. “You are driving me insane! Fuck me already!”

  Caine laughed, “Are you going to tell her, or should I?”

  I sighed. “I will, if you promise to make me come like you did last night.”

  Caine looked deep into my eyes, removing all humor that was present moments ago. “I love you Neely, more than I know how to say.” He pressed a soft kiss on my lips, “As for a repeat of last night, my pleasure.”

  Caine moved his cock in and out slowly, taking the time to caress my inner walls with each push. His finger found my clit, softly pinching. Everything about what he was doing was like a lingering massage in slow motion. There was no frenzy or fervor but was replaced with pure sensuality.

  My orgasm came on strong and fast but lasted longer than I thought possible. With each drive of his cock, my orgasm escalated to a new height. I moaned with full abandon, relishing in the sensations Caine delivered to my needy body.

  “Yes baby. Keep coming. Clinch your pussy around my cock,” Caine demanded.

  All I could do was push my head back and arch my back in complete bliss. I opened my mouth and whispered Caine’s name with every pulsating orgasm rushing through me. Caine kept his unhurried and steady pace as his body tensed up, and he joined my endless orgasm.

  I pressed my naked body to Caine’s chest, taking in his heavy breathing. He held me tight while he stroked a line down my back to the crease of my ass.

  “Neely, you are absolutely amazing! If I knew you were this good in bed, I wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands off of you for as long as I did,” Caine declared.

  “Me? Caine, you have opened my eyes to what sex should be like! I could do this all day, every day,” I confessed. Having sex with Caine was like nothing I had ever experienced before.

  “I’m going to remember you said that, all day, every day!” Caine chuckled.

  Lying on his chest I could hear his heart beat. I had never felt so content and so relaxed. I still had a lot of questions about what he wanted and what he expected out of me. I wanted this to work desperately, but I was still nervous that I would do something to push him away. That once the new thrill wore off, he would see that I wasn’t what he wanted.

  Caine must have sensed what I was thinking, because he kissed me gently on the head and pulled me closer before speaking.

  “Stop worrying. Trust that I would fight with every breath I have to keep us this way.”

  “I trust you more than anyone. I’m just still wondering about your lifestyle, or I guess, our lifestyle,” I admitted.

  “All right… then ask away. What can I answer for you, sweetheart?” Caine soothed as he continued to stroke the full length of my back.

  “Is there anyone I know that believes in Domestic Discipline?” I asked.

  “Yes. Matt does, as well as most of my friends,” Caine answered.

  “Did Sara know about it before meeting you? I mean, how did you tell her?” I asked, slightly uncomfortable bringing up her name.

  Caine tensed slightly, no doubt because I brought up his ex’s name. “Sara knew, because she already believed in it. Our group of friends consists of more than just men. It was something Sara wanted in a relationship as well.”

  “Why keep it secret? Or is it secret?” I asked.

  Caine continued stroking my back and placed small kisses on my head. “It’s a secret to most. My friends know, because they understand and live it as well. But I don’t think the average public would. Women’s lib, and all that,” Caine teased with a slight snicker. “But I also keep intimate sexual details private too. It’s no one’s business what goes on behind closed doors. I wouldn’t want your work to know for example. But I also wouldn’t want your work to know about how great you are in bed,” Caine laughed.

  I lightly slapped his chest in response. “Hmmm, so how does it work? Let’s say I did something you disapproved of. What happens?”

  Caine laughed again. “So sure you’ll do something wrong, huh?”

  “Yes, I mean no. I mean, what if?” I stammered.

  “Depends on where we are, what you did, and so on,” Caine replied simply.

  I was growing frustrated because I
wasn’t sure how to voice what I was thinking.

  “Let’s say I did something at a party to make you angry like Sara did the other night,” I suggested nervously.

  “Well obviously you know how that night ended.” Caine kissed my head again and decided to let me off the hook and help the conversation along. “I spank behind closed doors. But I would make it very clear with my expression that you better fix what you are doing or else. If you continued on, I might whisper in your ear that a spanking was coming later, and you better not make it worse.”

  “Why did you take Sara into your bedroom the other night after dinner? I heard you mention that you punished her. Did you spank her then? I didn’t hear anything,” I asked, feeling embarrassed by my curiosity.

  Caine let out a sigh. “Why are you asking me about Sara? I don’t want to talk about her. I’m with you and always will be with you.”

  I stroked Caine’s stomach lightly. “I know. It’s just that, that night was the only time I saw and heard what Domestic Discipline was. I have nothing to compare it to.”

  “All right, I punished her by getting her attitude adjusted, making her more submissive. I planned on spanking her later that night, but I needed to stop her actions immediately. So I took her into the room and inserted my finger into her bottom and pumped it in and out while giving her some warning swats. Usually this is enough until later. No more Sara questions all right?”

  I nodded against his chest. “Yes, I’m sorry. I was just curious.” I paused for a moment before continuing on. “Would you use a finger on me?”

  Caine rubbed my head, lightly lifting my hair off of my back. He slowly moved his finger down my back until it rested softly on my anus. He applied a little pressure but didn’t press in. My breath caught and I let out a soft sigh.

  “Yes, I would. I sometimes like to use my finger in a very intimate way to get your mind ready to submit and for me to establish a dominant role. I usually do this before and after a spanking. But I also do it as a way to remind you of who is boss… so to say.” He pressed his finger a little more. “How does this make you feel? Does it make you feel submissive?”

  I couldn’t answer. I didn’t know how I felt. All I could do was let out a small gasp every time his finger pushed a little further.

  “Neely, answer me. How does my finger pressing here, make you feel?” Caine softly demanded.

  I shook my head and pressed my face against his chest. I couldn’t answer. I didn’t know how to voice the mixture of emotions. I was embarrassed to have his finger invading such a forbidden area. Part of me wanted to escape his sensual probing, but another part of me wanted to scream for more. As his finger inched its way deeper, there was a slight pinch and burn that set my whole body on fire.

  “Answer me,” Caine commanded in a much firmer tone. He thrust his finger the remainder of the way, punishing my silence.

  “Desire!” I whispered between my gasps. My pussy was dripping with anticipation.

  “Good. How does it make you feel mentally?” Caine asked while pressing his finger even deeper.

  I shook my head again, hiding my blushing face against his chest. I didn’t know how to voice the emotion. Submissive? Controlled? Mastered? Whatever I felt was like nothing I had ever experienced. The presence of his finger had such a grasp of my internal struggles. My wall was crumbling with every second his finger possessed me. I wanted to just release and let go. Allow the feelings to rush through me. And yet something in me kept trying to fight them away.

  “Neely. Not answering me when I ask warrants discipline.” Caine began to pump his finger in and out. The action was not sensual or seductive like before, but was replaced with firm and direct thrusts. The pace resembled a spanking, an intimate alternative to being spanked. I wanted to plead for more, and at the same time, I wanted to beg for him to stop.

  Caine pressed his finger to the hilt and used the force to push me even closer to his body. He pressed hard against my inner depths. My gasp turned to a moan.

  “I know this might be hard. Hard to let go and submit. I want you to relax and allow the sensation,” Caine coaxed. He kissed me lightly on the head as he slowly removed his finger, only to press it forward, past the tight ring, once more. “I’ll ask again. Does this make you feel submissive?”

  Without pause I answered, “Yes.”

  Yes it did make me feel submissive. That was the only word that seemed to fit the rush of emotions coursing through me. I felt safe, protected, loved. I also felt compliant and obedient. But then the realization hit me. I felt feminine, womanly. And Caine was masculine and dominant. Everything felt right.

  Caine slowly removed his finger, leaving me with a sense of emptiness. He quickly pulled me closer into his strong embrace. With his arms wrapped tightly around me, I closed my eyes and relished in the dynamic that was just created.

  “Are you all right, sweetheart? That was a pretty intense thing we just did,” Caine asked as he squeezed me even tighter.

  I nodded my head. “I had no idea… I didn’t know.”

  “Does that help explain why I would use my finger on you?” Caine asked.

  I nodded again. “Yes.” I pulled away enough so I could look into his eyes. “I find it hard to see how that could be considered a punishment. It made me want you even more.”

  Caine smiled before softly kissing my lips. “I like the way you think. But trust me, it isn’t always going to be something you enjoy. Can you imagine if you were mad, and I did that? And this time I wasn’t angry or disappointed in you, so you didn’t feel any remorse. And you didn’t do anything wrong, so you weren’t anxious that a spanking was going to follow.” Caine paused and took a moment to just look at me. “I need you to always trust that I have yours and our best interest in mind. I will never abuse this.”

  “I trust you with my life, Caine. I’m scared, and I’m nervous. But I’m also excited for our future,” I confessed.

  “I’m excited too, Neely girl.”

  Chapter Eleven

  I was driving home from work smiling and humming along to the radio. I was happier than I had ever been in my entire life… euphoric. I loved my new job and the people I worked with. I loved how it challenged and stimulated me. But more than anything I was madly in love with Caine. Our relationship in the past two weeks had been absolute bliss. We spent every free moment we had with each other. We cooked romantic dinners at home, or spent time jogging around the neighborhood. We would talk about everything from politics, religion, to our views on family. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man. I was hopelessly in love.

  Getting accustomed to Caine as a boyfriend took some getting used to at first. He had always been shielding and bossy towards me for as long as I could remember. But now as a boyfriend, he was even more so. He was so loving and attentive but extremely protective. He made sure I ate properly, and that I got enough sleep. He worried if I didn’t call him if I was going to be late. He lectured if I let my gas tank get too low. He doted on me completely. I had never felt so loved and cared for before. I had always been an independent woman and prided myself on my ability to take care of myself. But damn, it felt good to have someone else want to do it.

  I also loved how dominant he was in bed. I had never experienced, or could even have imagined, how exhilarating sex could be. He took me to new heights and new plateaus of an orgasm. There were times I felt as if I would explode and simply die from his passion. He could simply look at me with his sensuous eyes, and I would ache with need. It took everything I had not to think about sex constantly. He introduced me to new feelings and sensations. I blushed as I thought about how he was patiently getting me ready for anal sex. He would press his finger past my tight entrance, taking his time. He then would put in a second finger, slowly stretching me, judging what I could handle by my reaction. He would press deeper, leaving me breathless with the pleasure and the pain. I would beg and plead for more, wanting him to possess me completely. His answer was always t
hat I was not ready, not yet. I would fantasize about what it would be like for the first time he fucked my ass. He had awoken a passion and a need which I never knew existed. He allowed me to submit to my desires, allowed me to submit to him.

  The only negative I had was I had yet to tell Coley or any of my friends I was romantically with Caine. I didn’t know how to approach that conversation. I knew deep down they would all be happy for me. But I was nervous because they all knew Caine believed in Domestic Discipline. The idea they all knew Caine would spank me made me hesitate telling them. I didn’t know what to say about it, or how to describe it to them, mainly because Caine hadn’t used it. The closest I came to a spanking was when we would play around in bed and tease each other.

  I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it, and from what I had been reading, it sounded like many couples benefited from a traditional marriage. I was surprised at the type of women online who practiced Domestic Discipline or what they called DD. They were doctors, lawyers, business women, and even Christians. I read stories of how adding it to a marriage had prevented many divorces. I also read how many women longed for discipline, but they were unsure of how to tell their husbands. I considered I was lucky I had such a powerful man, who knew exactly what he wanted, and knew how to get it. Caine was the type of man romance novels were written about.

  I was nervous about Domestic Discipline being in our relationship. Seeing Caine as the Head of Household seemed simple enough, but the idea he could, and would eventually spank me, sent butterflies to my stomach. It was hard to imagine Caine touching me in anyway other than his kisses, his warm embraces, and his passionate lovemaking. There was a huge part of me that wanted to get it over with. To see what it would be like. As much as I was nervous, I was eager for it to happen as well. No matter what, I knew I would do whatever he asked. I loved him, and I knew with all of my heart, that he loved me too. Being honest with myself, I knew that there was a part of me that desired Caine spanking me. I wanted it. I needed it.