Some people may not understand the attraction that I had for Sasha. He was older, domineering, and at times hard to please. But then again those were some of the things I liked about him.

See when it came easy to me I really hated it. What was the point? I didn't even have to try. Whether it was schooling or girls, it was boring. Boring! This thing between Sasha and I was hard. Anything but boring.

Speaking of hard... I shifted in bed and the solid mass of human behind me groaned a little. His dick was poking my leg and I blushed a little just thinking about last night. That had been inside me.

I could almost still feel it in fact. Or that's what it felt like anyways. Also I felt... moist. Such a shudder worthy word. I had showered and cleaned up, but there was still this feeling between my cheeks.

"What are you grinning at?" The grumbling voice asked close to my ear. I glanced up at him and saw him peeking one eye at me, the other shut tight and an arm thrown over his head.

"Stupid thoughts. Go back to sleep if you want, Sir." I replied honestly. He snorted.

"Can't sleep?" He mumbled. I nodded and turned to press myself further into him. He smelled good. He almost always smelled really fucking good to me though. His hand came up and rubbed my back soothingly.

"I'm too happy." I murmured into his chest. My hand was wandering his muscles lazily.

"I thought you'd say 'too sore.'" He was waking up, now looking down at me with a relaxed face.

"Not too sore. It feels weird. Like I can feel you." I rub my legs together a bit and make a face at him. He grins at that and rolls slowly so he is smushing me into the bed. I can feel my heart pick up at the look on his face.

"Do you want to feel me more?" His words tickled as he whispered them into my ear. I gulped and raised my hand to stroke over his pecs and over his shoulder. My eyelashes dropped as I looked down toward the hard length that pressed against me.

"If... if you want to Sir." I was not about to turn him down when I had spent all that time convincing him to do it in the first place.

"Spread your legs then, Lukas." He demanded in my ear before licking a path down my neck. I arched and pulled my heavy feeling legs to the sides, making a hollow spot for him to drop into.

He nestled between my thighs and pushed one leg up against my chest. It was a little uncomfortable, less comfortable then having both my legs raised like the second time he had taken me.

I felt stretched open, and my muscles protested the new movements that he was making them do. His hard manhood pushed up against my tender hole and surprisingly sank in without much resistance.

I could hear the strange sounds falling from my lips again as he rocked into me slowly. My ass felt itchy almost, twitching and clenching slightly at the intrusion. It felt good. I closed my eyes and relished the heaviness of his body on mine.

"Look at me Lukas." Sasha said, his breath falling across my face with a huff. I opened my eyes and stared up at him. His hair was tousled, his body tense like a jungle cat about to pounce, his eyes... dangerously passionate.

I shook a little, my heart racing in my chest as he grinned down at me. He took my lips in a fierce biting kiss that made them ache. Then he shifted his body and his strokes came hard and fast.

It was too much. My walls felt like they were being pulled apart. The pressure was stroking my insides until I wanted to scream from it. I opened my mouth, but all that came out were those hideous "ah!" and "mhm" sounds as my chin dripped with sweat.

I felt myself cumming before I even had a chance to think about it. My seed painted my chest with clear liquid, still too spent from the night before. His hand dropped in it and smeared it across my nipples, pinching them so they stood up.

He pumped himself inside a few more times harshly and I could feel him spill into me again. I lay limply as he pulled himself out and wiped the tip on my abused hole.

"You look so sexy messed up like this Lukas. Hold still." His hands caressed my sore legs as I laid sprawled and boneless on the sheets. I moaned and grasped the pillow near my head when his hand spread me open wider.

"What...?" I saw him lean over to the nightstand and pick up his phone. I gulped. His fingers tapped the screen and he pointed it at me.

"May I? I want to save this memory for later." He was looking at me seriously. I hesitated, but eventually nodded.

"Okay. Just for you though." I whispered in a scratchy voice. He smiled gently at me, and I barely noticed the soft clicks from the device. He held me in place, then helped me to slowly lower my leg back down.

He set aside his phone, then came close to stroke my hair. There wasn't even a murmur of protest when I curled up close to him with cumm all over me. He held me in his arms and kissed my forehead tenderly.

"We should get you cleaned up." He spoke up finally. I didn't argue when he hauled me up in his arms and carried me to the bathroom. I was sore now. I carefully stretched my arms and back as I waited for the shower to heat up.

"Are you not working today?" I asked him. He looked back at me, shaking his head.

"Not today. I will stay home and take care of you." He stroked my head, then bent to place a kiss on my lips. I felt strangely better when he said that.

"Thank you Sir." I said with feeling. I smiled up at him. He scoffed at me a little.

"Of course I am going to stay home with you. Little fool. You think I am such a bastard that I'd cripple you with your first time and leave you to fend for yourself?" He accused me with a look. I shrugged.

"I'm sure I could figure it out." I defended myself. He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah? Try to shower then." He pointed at the running water. I huffed. I could do this. I tried to stand up and my legs shook under me. Badly. I grabbed the counter and shuffled to the shower. He was watching me with a grin.

I looked down at the edge of the tub, realising for a moment how high up it was. I tried to lift my leg, but only got it about half way before I winced and put it back down. My legs felt so heavy!

I sat down on the edge of the tub. I tried to lift it sitting. Got about three quarters of the way up and flopped back down. I leaned back against the tiled wall and looked up at him pitifully.

"I'm sorry Sir. You were right." I pouted. He sighed at me, shook his head and lifted me up and into the tub to stand under the spray.

"Of course I am right. You will learn I am usually right Lukas." He sounded like he was patronizing me, but I couldn't even argue it. I was too weak to even stand up properly, so how could I argue it?

I stood and helped him wash me as best I could. Mostly I think I got in the way. And I may have squeaked a little when he put his fingers inside me to clean me out. He laughed and held me against him, petting me a bit.

"Easy Lukas, I've got you. Wait here while I finish up." He said as he sat me on the back edge of the tub. I watched him soap himself and wash his hair quickly. Then he turned everything off and got my towel.

He dried me off and sat me on the toilet seat cover while he dried himself. Then he carried me back into the bedroom. I felt useless and made of rubber. If I tried to stand my body protested.

"I will have to go easier on you until you get more used to it, hmm? Maybe we should get you doing squats to strengthen those hips and thighs." He teased me as he got our clothes ready.

I glared at the mention of more exercise. He was being mean to me. I knew it. Give a man your ass and he will treat you worse. I huffed and shook my head. Who am I kidding, he was dressing me right now. If that isn't pampering, then what is?

"What do you want for breakfast, Lukas?" He asked me as he pulled my socks on. I looked at his messy hair and reached a hand out to run my fingers in it, like I had always wanted to.

"Anything you make is wonderful, Sir." I said in a soft voice. He looked up at me and seemed to sense my mood. He took my hand, kissed it, and then pulled me up into his arms.

"I will make your favourite then." He replied just as softly, kissing my nose. I smiled.

"Waffles it is."

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