Anna is speechless looking up at the massive house.
“Oh, one thing before we go in,” Bruce says and reaches into his pocket.
He places two large baked items in your hand.
Anna raises an inquisitive eyebrow at him.
“Dog biscuits,” he says.
“They’re huge!” she says.
“Yeah… You’ll see. Let’s go in,” he says, leading her to the door.
Then the door opens.
Two whirlwinds of fur knock Bruce over. As they stop moving Anna makes out either two very large dogs or two well fed wolves.
“Hi boys, I missed you too,” Bruce says playfully, trying to fight them off. “This is why I have to put my suits on at the office.”
Anna giggles and it draws their attention.
“Hold out the treats,” Bruce tells her.
“Sit!” he commands. The two massive canines oblige.
“Anna, this is Gustav but you can just call him Gus,” he says, patting a gray and white dog on the head. He takes a treat from you.
“And this is Merle. You can call him… Merle,” he says moving to a black and white dog. Merle barks slightly before taking his treat.
“Merle, no back talk,” Bruce scolds him.
Then he comes up to Anna. “I don’t have kids. I have dogs. Giant dogs. Purebred Alaskan Malamutes. Sled dogs. But probably the laziest sled dogs ever. They’re fat and spoiled.”
Watching Bruce interact with the dogs makes Anna smile, seeing a new side to him she didn’t expect but one that she likes very much.
She laughs as Merle talks back. Then the dogs look at her. She holds out her hands to both of them. They look at her and sniff her hands before taking the massive treats from her hand, eating them quickly.
Then she kneels down to get on their level and they bound over and lick her face. tails wagging.
“They are so cute! How did I not know you had dogs?” Her entire demeanor has changed, the stress of the night washed away by slobbery dog kisses. Before long she is covered in dog hair and slobber but is not grossed out by it. In fact, Bruce has never seen her laugh like this.
“Were you worried I wouldn’t like your dogs or something?” she asks playfully, “I love all animals, especially big dogs who are just giant teddy bears.” Merle and Gus follow as the walk into the house, Merle seems to be attached to Bruce more but Gus is right by her side, leaning against her slightly.
“As you can see, Merle is all business while Gus is a shameless flirt,” Bruce says as they walk down the hall. “They’re both studs. Literally. They go to be bred every 6 months or so.”
“Gee, I can’t imagine where they picked up that behavior,” Anna giggles.
Bruce takes her hand and stares into my eyes.
“What is it, Bruce?” she asks.
He takes a deep breath before he speaks. “It’s been just me, the dogs, and my staff in here for a very long time. This house was built when I was married to Jennifer. It has so many things I don’t need. But I feel like with you here it’s going to be different. It’s going to be better.”
Then he starts chuckling.
“And it will start even better if we don’t go in the kitchen right now. It sounds like my chef is finishing up one of his cooking classes. Which means he is showing some poor girl his specialty, creme de cock.”
Anna then picks up on the moans coming from further down the hall and giggles.
“Let’s maybe start upstairs. I know you must be dying to see the bedroom,” he says with a wink.
Anna pats Gus on the head and takes his hand as he leads her up the stairs. There’s so much house for her to learn and explore. But he isn’t wrong. She is very anxious to see the bed they will be sharing.
Bruce winks at her as he opens the door to a large bedroom with a balcony. The room is similar to their own tree house at Paradise but the decor here is more modern. The king sized bed in the center of the room looks warm and inviting.
Bruce tells the dogs to stay and closes the door. Anna looks disappointed.
“The boys have their own room,” Bruce says as they hear giant paws running down the hall. “And that is where they are headed.”
He walks toward her and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close. He looks into her eyes and smiles, biting her lip playfully, “So this is where the magic happens?” she jokes.
“Well… A certain amount of magic has happened in every room of this house,” he responds. “This house may or may not have been called the American Paradise from time to time. I promise I don’t have cameras in my bedroom though. Unless you want them installed now.” He winks.
Anna giggles at him then gasps as his lips meet her neck. The feeling of his warm breath on her skin gives her goosebumps. She leans her head back and runs her fingers through his hair. “Oh Bruce…” she moans softly.
As he continues to kiss her and caress her body he whispers, “Would you like to continue the tour or would you rather have your first experience as woman of the house?”
Anna giggles and feels him walking her back towards the bed as he gives her options until the back of her legs touch the side of the bed. She smiles, “It seems like I should learn what being woman of the house means…” She smiles at him and feels his hands run down his back, resting on her ass and giving it a deep squeeze.
Then he pushes her back gently. As she lands in the middle of the bed, his hands remove her shirt and pull her leggings off with incredible speed, leaving her only in her bra and lace thong. His eyes light up, not angry, but surprised she is wearing panties.
“I didn’t think I’d be staying with you tonight…” she whispers. But her excuse is interrupted by his body on top of hers. He starts kissing her deeply, his hands running up and down her curves. He is going to savor this, the first time having her you in his house. Their house. She relishes every second herself.
She moans and sighs into his kisses and feels his breathing match her own, his own moans matching hers quietly. No need to be loud…. Yet.
He hasn’t had her since the gala. He’d let her and her body recover. But now he wanted her. Needed her.
“God I have wanted you so badly,” he says between kisses up and down her body.
He savors every inch of her body from her forehead to the bottoms of her feet.
Kissing.
Sucking.
Touching.
Tasting.
“I’ve never had you in my bed,” he says, starting to pull his own clothes off. “Our bed.”
He slides her panties off, tossing them aside, and gently rubbing her pussy. He kisses her gently on her breasts, stomach, hips, and, finally, her pussy.
“Is it all ready for me again, Ms. Aubergine?” he says with a wink and a small chuckle.
She gasps and her back arches to meet his lips as he takes her body as his again. It’s only been a few days but it feels like she hasn’t been touched in years.
Her thighs shake slightly as his lips touch her pussy. She sits up on her elbows to watch him. When he asks she giggles slightly. “Mr. Aubergine, I believe it’s always ready for you.” She winks and moves away from him, giggling, “But first you’re gonna have to take me back…”
She is on her hands and knees, just out of his reach, her face towards his, smiling widely. She’s not sure how he’ll react but she can’t help but want to tease him in new ways.
He returns her grin.
“So you want me to take this?” He kisses her forehead.
“And this?” He kisses her cheek.
“And this?” He kisses her other cheek.
“Or was is more like this?” he says, keeping his body out of her reach and holding his hands so they just barely brush against her breasts.
“Or like this?” A slight growl now in his voice, he pushes his tongue into her mouth and pinches her nipples hard between his thumb and fingers.
Anna groans as he calls her bluff and accepts his tongue, moaning deeply as he pinches her.
“I want all of that and more… Bruce… Fuck…” She moans as his hands get more aggressive. She feels herself melting into him. His power is still intoxicating to her. He knows just how to make her all his own again so easily.
Being able to touch her body again has him throbbing hard almost instantly. He craves her body. Her taste. Her pleasure.
He keeps the pressure on her nipples, occasionally releasing them only to grip them again harder.
He straightens up and positions his cock so it almost touches her lips but not quite.
“You want it, don’t you?” he teases.
She nods, her mouth open, waiting.
“You can have it if you can tell me who it belongs to? Whose cock is this?” he growls
She looks up at him, her eyes full of lust and desire. “I want your cock, sir… Please. But I think it belongs to me…” She hopes that’s the answer he is looking for. Her pussy starts to throb just looking at him. God, she wants him.
“Well if it belongs to you, demand it,” he says.
“Please, sir,” she moans. “I need your cock. I want it…”
“Oh it’s my cock again now?” he says playfully. He wraps a hand around her throat. “I said demand it.”
He releases her throat.
“Try again.”
“Please, sir…” she repeats, her thighs now shaking with fierce anticipation.
He puts his hand around her throat again. “Stop being so fucking polite and demand it,” he growls.
His hand on her throat and his tone make her moan. She feels a single drop of her cum running down her thigh.”
He releases her throat again. ‘Now what were you going to say?”
She gives a grin then launches herself against his body, pushing him onto his back. She straddles him and lets her wet slit graze his pulsing head.
“It’s my cock. Now give it to me,” she says, lowering herself onto him.
“That’s more like it,” he says, grabbing hold of her hips and pushing myself hard up inside of her with a loud moan. “Since it’s your cock, show me what you like to do with it.”
Anna lets out a loud groan as he pushes himself up into her, his taking control then giving it back stirring up new desires in her. She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him, pushing her tongue into his mouth, savoring the feeling of his hard cock inside of her.
“Yes, sir…” she moans loudly as she starts to slowly raise her hips before slamming them back down, feeling his pelvis against her clit with each motion.
“Fuck… I missed your cock,” she moans out. She feels him roll on top of her, his hard cock inside of her still. He takes her hands and pins them above her head with one hand. He looks at her, into her eyes, watching her face as he slowly pushes his cock in and out of her.
“God I love your fucking pussy,” he whispers.
Pulling out and pushing back into her. Watching her face with every stroke. Seeing the pleasure written all over it.
“My pussy. My body. My slut. All mine,” he growls, punctuating every syllable with another thrust. Fucking her slowly but hard enough to make her tits shake with every thrust.
My eyes on fire with pleasure and desire for him, her mouth alternating moans and smiles. With her arms pinned above her she struggles playfully. Then she does something she’s never done before. She wraps her legs around his waist and squeezes them, driving him deeper, controlling his rhythm.
Her entire body trembling, the intensity and passion of the moment driving her closer and closer to orgasm with every thrust he gives her.
Then he lets her arms go and rolls her onto her side, push into her from behind. Spooning and fucking her slow and deep. His hands wandering over her body. His fingers rubbing her clit. He wraps her arm around his head and turns to kiss him as best she can, her breath getting heavier with each pass of his hands.
He can tell he has her right at the peak of orgasm but he is making her come down. Edging her. In total control of her body, of her climax. Building the intensity inside of her.
“Mmmm Anna, I know how hard you can cum,” he moans in a whisper. “I haven’t been making you cum hard enough. Please accept my apologies.”
He starts applying gentle pressure to her clit again. Her moans and gasps only intensify his pleasure. He is fully enraptured by her body, he pleasure.
As her thighs start to shake again, he moans louder. He loves arousing her so much she can’t control her body.
“Mmmm do you want to cum, Anna?” I growl in your ear.
She groans, words escaping her. Her mind is reeling from his cock slowly fucking her, throbbing inside of her, and his fingers masterfully teasing her clit.
Every time he moans, she moans louder, his pleasure intensifying her own. So close to release but he is in total control of her body and he knows it. He slows his thrusts even more, making her feel every bit of him moving inside of her, claiming her. He puts his hand around her throat and squeezes. Then releases. And again. Squeeze and release.
She pushes her hips back into him and gasps, “I… I… I want to cum, sir… Oh God… Bruce… I want to cum. Make me cum…”
One hand is gripping the sheets, the other still wrapped around his head. Her eyes roll back into her head and he whole body begins to shake. So close to release but so under his control. She can’t cum without him even if she tries.
He speaks only two words in response. Full volume. Full voice.
“Cum. Now.”
That command is all she needs. Her body freezes as the orgasm washes over me, like she is holding her breath but with her entire body. She is reacting in a way he has never seen or felt before.
Her pussy pulses intensely but her body is still. Her eyes are closed. When her breath returns she starts screaming in ecstasy. For a moment he thinks something is wrong, then a second orgasm hits and her hips start to buck faster and more intensely than he has felt.
Anna can’t make out words to say his name or any word, only moaning, screaming, cumming hard, and feeling every worry, every pain, every anxiety leave her body on wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure..
As she starts to come down Bruce whispers, “Welcome home, Anna,” and kisses her.
Anna thinks of words in response but her body shuts down and falls asleep before they leave her mouth.
Bruce pulls the blanket up over her body and lays down next to her, drifting into his own fitful sleep.
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