Sorry it's been so long. If you read the first chapter a long time ago, you might want to look again. I did a major re-vamp to give the characters a little more depth & put Casey into a more comfortable age. Hope you all enjoy!
"Can't believe how much I ate," Casey chuckled to himself. He pushed aside his second plate, looking across the table at his beautiful foster mother, lover, mentor and, for lack of a better word, dominant.
She was, like Casey, wrapped in one of the hotel robes. It was better that their eyes took a short rest from one another's bodies so they could eat. She promised it wouldn't always be like that. "When a dominant is first claimed and awakened, the metabolism kicks into overdrive for a short time," Monica explained. "Like I said, some of what's happening to you goes beyond sex. You're going to be stronger and healthier than before. Your body needs protein and vitamins and all the rest of that stuff so it can start catching up. But even so," she said, nudging aside her own plate, "you're going to have a very healthy apetite. Just don't worry about putting on fat. That's not where it's going."
Casey's head tilted curiously. He glanced at Monica's plate. She had just downed an extra-large cut of room service prime rib herself. "Where's it going, then?"
Her eyes fixed on his, and she spoke just slowly enough to give her dirty talk gravitas. "Cum," she said. "Your body is going to make lots and lots of cum, Casey. More than any ordinary man ever could. You were made to fuck and cum."
His cock had never really deflated, but even in a relaxed, semi-erect state it was still bigger than he'd ever been while completely aroused before. It also never stopped feeling good. He felt powerful. Desirable. Monica's dominating bedroom stare and vulgar language threatened to harden it back up again.
"I don't know if I'll ever get used to you talking like that," he grinned. Then a shadow passed over his face, not long enough to erase his smile, but enough to make it waver.
Monica saw. "What is it?" she asked.
"Nothing about you, it's just...well, not really about you. I'm just...God, just a couple days ago I was still dodging bullets and IEDs. I slept a little bit on the plane home, but really I was just in a warzone, and it seems like I blinked and now there's you and me and all this."
Her fingers ran through his dark, stubby hair, still cut very short as a sign of the occupation he had only left yesterday. "I feel a little bad about that," she said.
"Don't. Monica, I wouldn't trade this—being with you—for anything."
"I know. I feel the same way. But that's not what I mean, though. I know you just got back. You need time to decompress. Sort through all the bad stuff you must be carrying around in your head, and I know it has to be there. You went through too much to not have some baggage.
"I just...wanted you to have a happy homecoming," she shrugged. "As happy as I could make it. And it's not like they're giving you guys the parade you deserve, so I figured I wouldn't wait on this anymore."
"I'm glad you didn't, Monica. I love you."
She smiled. He heard her breath grow heavier for a moment, and she had to wipe her eyes. "I love you, too, Casey," she said. "I was so afraid for you, all the time."
"I know," he nodded.
"You don't," she shrugged. "I could've derailed your whole enlistment by claiming you before you signed up, but you wanted it so bad, and the whole time I thought, 'My God, what if he dies? What if something happens to him?' I'd think about all the stuff you could've missed out on...
"Casey, love, I need you to understand: everything you ever did before yesterday was all you. No dominant power. No better-than-normal metabolism. It doesn't work like that. Everything you did in school and the Army was all you, Casey. Nobody can ever take that away from you."
"That does kind of mean something," he mumbled, now that he thought of it. "That was kind of bugging me in the back of my head."
Monica nodded. "You aren't dominant until some other dominant claims you. Makes us all wonder how the first came about and all that, but that's how it works now at any rate. Anyway. We weren't talking about that. The Army, the war...did you want to talk about that?"
"I dunno. I don't think so. I mean I do eventually, but...seems kind of less pressing right now. Not with everything you're showing me." He gave her a bit of a smile. "I'm not afraid to talk about it, but I'd rather we keep talking about all the awesome sex. Or, you know,
have
the sex."
It made her grin. "Oh, there'll be plenty of that. Listen, Casey. We have to be completely intimate. You can't keep any secrets from me. I don't want to press you about the war; that's your own thing to talk about when you're ready. But for anything else? Don't ever worry about offending me. Your first loyalty is to me, and even though I'm the dominant one here, my first loyalty is to you. And so much of what we are is about sex. We have to be ready to be explicit, Casey. Explicit and completely open. Are you ready to talk dirty to me?"
"I could," Casey nodded. "I don't think saying these things is gonna be as much of a turn-on for me as hearing them from you is, but sure."
"In all things, Casey," Monica urged him gently. "Not just talking about me. About other people, too. Hold nothing back. Casey, do you like my cunt?"
He blinked. Monica had raised him never to say that. But hearing it now sent a shiver up his spine. "I do," he said. "I'm as in love with your cunt as I am with you."
"Good. We'll all be together again soon," she smiled. "Go take a shower and brush your teeth. I'll join you in a moment."
It was the first time they'd parted, even to a small degree, in well over 36 hours. They had spent all the time since their first night together in one form of naked contact or another. They made love, cuddled and napped together. Meals were all about room service. It was only then that Casey had realized he had hardly gone to the bathroom since they started, too.
He did so now, but he realized that Monica wasn't joking. His body clearly needed every calorie it could manage for his newfound obsession. He certainly couldn't complain.
He'd been in the shower for a few minutes when Monica slipped in. The hot water felt nice; Monica felt much nicer. She slid her hands over him, lustily mapping his body yet again, and finally sank to her knees in front of him.
"I feel like I should be doing that for you," he murmured as her hand and tongue started teasing his shaft.
"I love sucking cock," Monica smiled, "especially dominant cock. And most especially yours." Her mouth slid over his dick then, drawing him in for a slow moment of mutual indulgence.
"Oh God," Casey grunted. "I like...I like going down on you, too."
"I know you do, Casey." She stayed on her knees, milking his member with her hand. "But tell me, honestly: do you want to eat my cunt to make me feel good, or because you
enjoy
it?"
It took a moment to find his voice. "Both," he said. "Yeah. Both. I can't really tell which is more important."
"Remember that, Casey," she said, kissing between his legs as the water ran down. "Remember how you feel with me, because it'll be the same way for anyone you're with. Women will
want
to suck your cock. In normal relationships for normal people, a woman might enjoy it because she loves her man, or because she enjoys the power...but with you, they'll take almost as much pleasure in the act as they do in getting fucked. You're doing her at least as much of a favor as she's doing you."
"Can't imagine anyone doing it better than you."
"No. But I have a unique advantage here, because you're mine. You'll find plenty to enjoy when you get sucked off by other women, though. You'll love it just as much, just differently."
"We keep talking about other women," Casey said. "I'm completely in love with you, and that...I mean, I've always loved you as family, but this is so much different. New. How am I supposed to have any interest in other women when there's you?"
Monica rose, slipped in against him, and kissed him longingly. "Casey, love," she murmured, "there's so much to tell. So much to teach you. I love you, and we'll normally be like this...but there's a lot to take in. I have to be a little cruel with you to get my point across on a couple of things. It can't be helped. I'm also going to enjoy it, but not because I want you to feel bad so much as I love the
power
. I love you more than the power," she added, "but I'd be lying if I said I didn't love them both. You'll enjoy it, and that might be a little embarrassing, but I love you and I'll never tell.
"Are you ready?"
Casey nodded. "Then dry us both off," she said, cutting the flow from the shower, "and come back to the bed with me."
He obeyed. Drying Monica off was a joy. He took his time with it, groping and kissing all the while, and he found himself enjoying Monica's gaze as he dried himself off, too. "You're gonna give me a huge ego if you keep looking at me like that," he grinned self-consciously.
"Good," Monica shrugged. "A certain degree of arrogance actually helps you develop as a dominant. I won't fault you for that. Whether you want to wear it on your sleeve or just keep it down to an internal monologue is up to you," she winked. "I think you'll probably end up with more of the latter, and to be honest, I prefer that. But you're sexy, Casey. So goddamn sexy. You need to accept that. It's not opinion. It's fact."
"I'm beginning to believe it."
She took him by the hand, leading him to the bed and slipping up beside him. They kissed, intertwining together and enjoying one another's bodies. "Lesson time," Monica murmured finally.
"Okay."
"First things first. I know what kind of guy you are, Casey. You're a nice guy. You're naturally humble. You think of other people first. I did everything I could to encourage that as you grew up, and your parents did, too. So I suspect you're a little uncomfortable on some level with the kind of power I'm talking about with you, aren't you?"
"Yeah," he admitted. "Yeah, I kind of am."
Monica nodded. "When your mother and I met, we were both going to college. Well, okay, we were going to college for the first time...I rather enjoy being a college student. Both for the academics and the extracurriculars. But when we first met, it was my first undergrad, and I was a philosophy major. I was very focused on ethics. So I want you to understand, Casey, that I've given all this a whole lot of thought, and I'm comfortable with it. I think you'll be, too."
"Okay," Casey said, encouraging her to go on.
