PEEK FUCK BOOM - The Awakening (Layla's POV)

[Author's Note : This is the third installment to the Peek Fuck Boom Series that I am working in Collaboration with j_n_b. This series would explore the world of BDSM, the perks and kinks, in two POV's - Layla's and Liam's. I hope you all enjoy it. Happy reading!

P.S. My gratitude to Mr. Proofreader.]

THE MORNING AFTER...

The ringing of my alarm clock woke me up from my slumber. I reached out and hit the offending thing to silence as I groaned and rolled over to lay on my side to try catch a few more winks. It’s a Saturday so I figured that I won’t need to get up that early.

After a few seconds, the haze that’s been clouding my mind slowly lifted and memories of Liam and of what happened last night assaulted my senses. I sighed and closed my eyes real tight covering it with my arms, hoping it would block the unsolicited view that’s been raiding my unwilling consciousness.

How I wished I hadn’t seen him seeing me looking at them. The recollection of the intense look he gave me still burns and I could feel my blood rushing up to paint my face a crimson shade. My insides did a somersault that made me want to puke; a vile taste rose up to my throat so I got up and hurriedly run to the bathroom covering my mouth.

I stared back at the image of the woman looking back at me in the mirror atop the bathroom sink; her unruly hair, her misty eyes, reddish cheeks and wet, panting mouth resembles a harlot in heat, looking all hungry and deprived. I bit my lips, blinked several times as I try to erase the sinful thoughts that's been dominating my attention.

In all my 30 years of existence, I wouldn’t say that I am naive and innocent. No, far from it! Definitely, I am not. I have had my own fair share of sowing-wild-oats and I did venture for a while on the wild side and get passed that awkward ‘promiscuous phase’ in my hay day so to speak. I am way over that.

“So why am I like this?” I silently asked myself. Why is the thought of Liam, his rough demeanor, and commanding look makes me want to submit, surrender and be engulfed? Thinking of the pleasure from the pain he inflicted to the woman he’s with last night as he grabbed her hair, slapped her, shoved her and invaded her so rough that her breast bounced incessantly, suddenly filled me with a rage I couldn’t explain.

“He's mine! He's mine! He's mine!” A loud voice kept echoing at the back of my mind, putting me in a trance and a visions of me punishing him for what he did came flooding so brightly that I see black.

I thought to my self:
Hmmm, Liam. What would I do to you if you were all naked and laying spread eagled on my bed with your wrist fastened on both side of the bedpost and me with a bottle of honey at my disposal?

I’d drip honey all over your chest and abs, my tongue following its trail, tasting it from your skin, avoiding your genitals. I would give you a chest massage, your skin sticky and slippery from the sweet syrupy nectar. I’d lick it off your nipples, sucking with fervor until nothing is left behind.

I would imagine you looking at me with lust and desire, your eyes begging me for a taste, hunger consuming you. I would tease you no more and would straddle your shoulders and I would order you to lick dry my honey-glazed cunt. Then I would make you stop, I'd stand and pull away to sit in the adjacent black leather couch. I’d will you to look at me as I spread my legs and finger-fuck my tight, slippery pussy hole, letting you see my wetness as arousal filled my core.

I would ask you, “what do you want Liam?” You’re a tough one, I know you wouldn’t answer. So I would be furious and would let you see how I would deal with you and your stubbornness. Remembering the scented wax pack I keep in the top drawer of my dresser, I’d get that and I’d hurt you with it. I’d leave a trail of candle drips from your chest down to your abdominals. You'd grit your teeth but you won’t scream, I know.

Oh! The taste of revenge, my mouth watering from the thought of my tongue easing your discomfort with wet kisses followed by a not-so-gentle bite leaving your skin with a red mark to remind you of who is possessing who.

I would ask you what you want and you would beg for a cock suck. But no, I won’t give it to you just yet, instead I’d give you a hand job. Slowly stroking your hardened member, torturing you until you say, “please, Layla take me in, suck my cock!”

Only then I would touch the tip with my wet pointed tongue. You would thrust your hip up, but I would ignore your silent plea and would turn my ministration to your full, heavy scrotum. I’d lick your balls and suck them, one at a time; one, two, three – switch, I’d do this several times. While I do that, my hand would run up and down your bulging shaft, my palm barely circling it. Damn! It’s thick, hard, smooth and oh, so hot! I would feel your precum wet my palms, the wonderful smell would beckon me to have a taste and I would, if only to hear you crying out loud.

I might gag but I would relax to suck you deep, one inch, then another, then another until all eight inches are in. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven deep throat thrust and I’d let you out. I’d crawl above you until our mouths meet up. I’d kiss you deep as I strangle you with my two bare hands, feeling your pulse throbbing where I touched. My wet cunt would rub against your pulsating cock, warm and slippery. Damn! It wouldn’t be enough!

I would release your hands from the binding cuffs and guide it to squeeze my aching breast. I’d order you to pinch my nipples with your forefinger and thumb, but that too, would not be enough!

I’d asked you to suck the hardened nub and bite with all you might. Still, it wouldn’t be enough!

“Liam, come. Take me now!” I would shout.

Like a mind reader, I knew too that you would smirk and retort, “Princess, who is the Master now?”

Just like that, we would switch. You are the master and I would do your bidding. For teasing you, I’d await my punishment. The pleasure of the pain would make me blind and wanting…

With shaking hands, I slapped my face to wake me up from this daydream. In my ears I could hear the drums of my erratic heartbeat. My knees got weak and so I braced my hands to the counter beside the sink. It took all the force I could muster not to sway as I digest the implications of what’s been happening. My body, my soul both becomes another person, just like coming face to face with the lost beast I hadn’t known I had in me.

I took a shower to refresh my mind and body. This whole thing is all new to me and I’d soon go crazy if I let myself sink in any further than I already am.

After donning myself with fresh panties and an over-sized white shirt, I prepared breakfast, 2 pieces of toasted wheat bread and a cup of steaming hot coffee. As usual, I go about cleaning the house which I neglected during the entire weekdays. The chore temporarily get my mind off things. I gathered all my trash in a black plastic bag and went out by the backdoor to throw it in the garbage bin.

From my peripheral vision I could see a familiar scene, Liam car-washing his vehicle, a Camaro V8, on the parking garage of his bungalow much like my own. Any other day, I would have waved and greeted him good morning with a smile. But after last night, I deemed it convenient to pretend that I hadn’t noticed him at all. I turned about and proceeded to lift the garbage bag to shove it in the open bin. I struggled a bit and repositioned myself for leverage.

"Can I help you with that?" Liam’s low baritone suddenly said from behind.

Fuck!

My heart drops to the pit of my stomach. His sudden appearance startled me and put my senses into a spiral making me dizzy and numb all at once. I stood rooted to the ground as he tried to salvage the trash and bin that had slipped through my hands. And as he get closer, panic builds and wreaks havoc in my insides.

My head says run but my body protested and stays where it was. His bare torso, wet with sweat and soapy water reminds me of the foreign itch I'd felt last night. My hands suddenly felt clammy with an ache to touch him, scratch him, and grope him.

I look into his eyes and for the first time I saw a whole new Liam; light brown eyes, intimidating, commanding. Fear jolts thru my core being, as if anticipating him to yell at me, inflict pain and spank me. My pupils dilated as realization hit me; I welcome it, the brutal masculinity that is tempting and compelling my mind, my heart and my body.

His warm breath that smelled of mint and chocolate fans my face, "so, how was your night?" He asked.

Suddenly the image of Liam and his woman mating hard, fast and wild flashed back like a silent picture in a wet dream in never land. For a second there, I think I had lost my mind.

Taking a deep breath and collecting my thoughts, I stood straight and sassily retort, "Not as good as yours!" I move to turn about but his left hand grabs my arm to stop me. I stupidly stares at it and noticed how incredibly long his fingers were. Naughty thoughts filled my head as I imagined him touching me with it in places that only a true lover is permitted to visit.

"It could have been you, Layla." He rebuked, hissing as he grits his teeth.

Vividly, scenes of Liam and his big hard cock buried inside me, ramming hard and deep, spanking my behind, groping my breast while I am bound in a cold metal cuffs clouded my vision. My nipples hardened. My core was engulfed in a molten heat. I suddenly felt like squirming, restless and wanting - for something unknown, a desire so intense it’s beyond what I have ever felt before.

He pulled me closer, and my body nearly shook by its force. His hand grabbed my hair from the back and angled my face to look up to him, not so gently that it stings my scalp and brought a flicker of tears to my burning eyes.

Then he leaned in and whispered, "Do I make you nervous? Do I intimidate you?"

I can't help but nod and sigh. "Good! I'm a dominant and Layla, you are MINE!"

My body shivers even more.

"Last night, is all for you Layla. Did you enjoy watching the show?" He whispered again.

"No... I..." I manage to say in a soft voice. "Please... let me go..."

"You should be more honest with yourself." Liam breath into my ear as I feel him softy ran his fingertips from my cheek all the way down to my neck.

"Your body's quivering. It's yearning for release." I felt the tip of his tongue softly touched my earlobe. I gasped out loud as electric shock run down my spine.

"Aahhh! No, please.” I begged him. My voice hoarse as my throat runs dry.

"Do you want me to stop? Just say the word and I'll turn around. I won't bother you again." Panic hit me when he suddenly pulled back. It’s like a part of me was torn apart by the absence of his body's heat. My mind is struggling, trying to reach out.

"So, do you want me to go?" he asked me again.

Involuntarily I shook my head and I felt contented as he draw me closer once again, whispering in a dangerously low voice, "Tell me what you want Layla."

His fingertips distracting my rational thoughts as he keep scraping my skin, I could feel his nails running from the side of my arms down to my hands as he blow hot airs on the sides of my neck. "Do you want me Layla? Do you? Tell me!"

"Aah... yes." Between the daze I somehow heard myself answered his command.

"Then you'll have to do everything I say.’ His voice, frighteningly firm stirred something primal deep within me. My eyes bore no resistance and my head nod in acceptance.

"Very good Layla! Come now pet, follow me"

And I did.

Your move, Sir...