Chapter 199: Machala

We slept in late. My nightmare didn't return. I awoke feeling better than I had in months. It seemed that every inch of skin on my body ached. It was wonderful. The plug in my ass was not. Luke slid his fingers between my thighs and pulled just slightly on the invasive glass.
"Do you need to use the bathroom?" He breathed into my ear.
"No, but please take it out."
"I will when I'm ready to fuck your ass. Right now you'll pay for thinking you control what I do."
He had me on my stomach across his knees in seconds. He rarely used a bare hand but his palm rained fire across my previously abused flesh. I muffled my cries against the covers. When he finished, he pulled the plug out, turned me around on the bed, and sank his cock deep into my ass. His fingers snaked under me until he pinched my clit.
"You don't get to come this morning, my naughty girl."
Fuck, he had to be kidding. That was stupid; Luke never joked about denying me orgasms. He pumped inside of me without gentleness. I have no idea when he put on a condom, but the slide of his come was denied my ass. His possession hurt just as he wanted it to. His loud groan filled the room as he painfully squeezed my hips.
"Shower then food," he grumbled a few minutes later.
He held me in the shower and slowly washed my skin from head to toe. I wanted to go to my knees and repay him for coming over and saving me, but he never gave me the signal. Most of all I wanted to please him.
We sat across from each other at my small morning table overlooking the garden.
"Can you take time off work?"
I was surprised at the question. "Well, yes, probably. May I ask why?"
His eyes assessed me. "I want to try two weeks of total power exchange and see if it will help you sleep."
Shit. A part of me wanted so badly to let go and allow Luke to at least try. It didn't matter, though; my shields came up. I pushed against the table so I could stand. Luke grabbed me and pressed me back into my seat.
"No questions, Machala. I won't require you to speak about anything you don't wish to. I'm asking for two weeks and then we can discuss the long term."
Thinking about two weeks of daily beatings had me wet again. Luke's sadistic grin told me he knew exactly what I was thinking.
He leaned in closer. "I smell your pussy. It says yes."
Heat traveled up my chest and my cheeks went hot. He slid his chair closer and wiggled his fingers between my thighs without asking me to spread my legs. He circled the tip of one finger into my liquid heat that was waiting for his cock. I could see the result of my desire on his finger when he drew it away. He licked it off and very nonchalantly took a bite of his cereal. The man had no boundaries when it came to our bodies and sex.
"Yes," I whispered in a gravelly voice. I was desperate to come.
"Finish eating and then we'll go."
Hell. I didn't taste my cereal or toast, but I ate because Luke watched and I had a burning desire to please him. Two hours later, we walked through his front door and I was home. I looked at him, waiting for his command.
"Clothes off. Figure out what we're having for lunch and dinner. I'm heading to the music room."
He needed to let off steam. I needed him to do it on me, but that wasn't what he commanded. He left me and I went to my old room, removing my clothes and placing them in a drawer. He hadn't let me pack more than one dress, the red swimsuit, and the casual shorts and shirt I wore for the drive over. I couldn't describe the feelings within me as I walked through the familiar walls of his home-naked, his preference.
It felt... perfect.
I made a salad for lunch and placed it in the refrigerator. I took out chicken for dinner, hoping he would start up the grill for me. I chopped vegetables too. I finished in the kitchen and now my nerves went to work. I knew I could grab a book from his library and let him continue playing, but I had no idea if that's what he wanted. I realized being here this time was much different than before. This was about Luke's needs with mine taking second place. I never felt this submissive before. I actually fought against it at every turn. Not this time. Luke came through when I needed him most.
I followed the sound of drums.
He sat on his stool, shirt off, sweat rolling down his chest. His hands flew over the drums and I envied them. He switched to a softer pattern, glancing at me while keeping the rhythm steady. I hated interrupting his personal time, but something drew me closer. I inched farther into the room.
He turned slightly and spread his knees, giving me the come closer signal with his chin. He didn't speak, but I knew where he wanted me. We'd done this before. I slipped beneath his arms, the beat never changing. There wasn't much of the stool for me to rest on, so I wiggled between his thighs and made a little more room. His warm breath caressed my cheek and the vibrations from the drums went through his arms and into me where our bodies joined.
I'd forgotten so many things about my time with him and this was one of them. His sweaty chest pressed against my naked back. Combined with the vibrations, my pussy flooded. He flicked the stick in his right hand up and caught it in his left, continuing to play two sticks one handed, never missing a beat. The man had magic hands. The fingers of his now-empty hand went to my breast, massaging my nipple to a stiff peak. In mere seconds, I was hornier than fuck.
Luke continued playing while skimming his lips over the skin on my neck. I circled my hands behind his head, grabbing his hair and giving his mouth better access. The drumbeat abruptly stopped.
"May I help you with something?" He whispered into my ear. His tongue came out and ran over the lobe. His stopping was my punishment for grabbing his hair.
"You... um... I can't think."
His husky laugh caused a zing to run from my breasts to my pussy. He pinched hard on my nipple and I almost slipped from the chair.
"Machala?" he whispered.
"I wasn't sure what you wanted me doing now."
"What would you like to do?" he asked huskily.
"Suck your cock while you play."
"Hmm," he said against my neck. "Return with the largest butt plug I have and I'll decide then."
A moan escaped me. I couldn't help it. My ass had barely recovered from spending an entire night stretched. The largest butt plug would be excruciating. I hurried from the room.
Luke sat behind his drums naked when I returned. He stood and walked over to me. "Turn around and lift one leg onto the table." He took the plug and lube from my hands.
He spooned my body, placing his leg beneath my raised one, pushing my thigh out farther. He lubed his hands with his arms circling me. I watched as he slid his slippery fingers along the length and girth of the plug. His free hand went to my throat when he placed the plug between us and pushed in. I sucked in air, the constriction on my windpipe causing my heartbeat to accelerate. I groaned, the vibration of my throat making him press harder. He'd never used breath restriction on me before and I had no idea how it would make me feel.
Submissive.
I groaned again as the plug seated.
"Good girl. I'm going to wash my hands then you can suck my cock." He came back with a mischievous smile. "Crawl, girl."
I had to work at not rolling my eyes. Weaving my body around the different drums wasn't easy while on my hands and knees. The stands got in the way, but Luke started playing and ignored me. I finally was able to situate myself between his knees, the largest drum pressing into my back. He nodded his chin as if saying, "What took you so long?"
He gave me no direction, so I did what I craved. I made love to his cock with lips, tongue, and a small bit of teeth. The beat stayed the same, his left foot hit the pedal in a steady rhythm no matter what I did to his cock. It was frustrating because it seemed he ignored my mouth on his cock. I cupped his balls, rubbing the silky skin between my fingers. The sac tightened and his cock jumped. I went higher on my knees and took him deep within my throat. I couldn't breathe, but for the next few seconds I didn't need to. I pulled away and drew air into my lungs before swallowing his cock again. Luke always forced deep-throating on me and never before had he given me a chance to try it my way. He always had the control, but this time was different. I didn't gag. The muscles in my throat worked him deeper. When I drew back it was with the intent of doing it again.
The drum beat suddenly stopped and silence filled the room. No, not complete silence. Our breathing mingled loudly against the walls. "Push your breasts together," he commanded.
He pulled my head against his belly and rammed his cock between my breasts. Luke lost control and hot cum spurt out within seconds. He jerked my head back using my hair to hold me as he came across my face. I licked what I could, but I knew semen covered me. Luke gasped for air as the final spurt left his cock. He pulled me back against his belly, his hands running through my hair. I wrapped mine around his hips, settling them on his upper ass cheeks.
His arms loosened and I looked up. "Shower then occupy yourself however you want until lunch. We'll have a scene after we eat."
My pussy ached so badly I wasn't sure if I could wait. I released my hold and lowered my head as I attempted to crawl from the room. Luke stood and pulled me up against him. Cum dripped from my jaw and he smiled.
"The plan was to come on your breasts, naughty girl, but I like this make-up on you." Heat burned my cheeks and Luke laughed. "Run along so I can work out a new beat in my head."
God what I would give to be a drum.