She tried to eat slowly, doing her best not to gorge herself on the warm meal. The bread in her hand was soft and springy, fresh and the smell... Her stomach growled at her impatiently.
"How many matrons are there? I mean... how many come... here?"
Langdon smirked at her from across the table, his dinner only half eaten but shoved away. He was slanted back in the dining chair, looking long and big, wearing only tight boxers. He had another whiskey balanced against his thigh, fingers curled around the glass. He hasn't been drinking it, though. His eyes followed her movements instead as she took another bite of bread.
"There are over twenty families in your zone, fourteen matrons. Seven come to me and the others go to my partner." His face was unreadable, completely slack and passive. "Eat, before it's cold."
He purposely continued studying her, never looking away. Jetta started to fidget under his surveillance, leaning closer to the table. He had put his own shirt on her before seating her at the table and she swam in it, the sleeves rolled and shoved up as she took another bite full of potatoes.
"Are they more like me? Or mama?"
"Most of them are like your mother," he told her, a bemused and personal smile curling on his lips. Her mother had never really told her much about this provider in particular. Just that he was... smarter than the last, more discerning. "You're certainly the youngest I've had."
Jetta swallowed down another scoop of potatoes. "How long are you a Provider?"
"Four more years." He leaned forward and set the whiskey glass beside her plate before nodding at it. That meant more than five years but less than ten. "We'll be together awhile, Jetta."
She put the bread down to take up the glass, noting how cloudy it was. Her eyes lifted to his and she found darkness in his eyes.
"I won't fight you."
"Just to take the edge off the pain," he murmured quietly, reaching for her wrist and rubbing against it. "You'll appreciate this later. You'll feel calmer."
She lifted the glass and started swallowing it down.
*
He was right. She did appreciate the loose and lagging feeling. It made her limbs heavier but dulled the pain of him filling her from behind.
She'd lost track of how many times he had filled her full of cum. Maybe four all together? Five?
"Put your head down," he directed, slapping her ass hard in emphasis. "Arch your back."
She did as told, moaning as he slanted his hips to match her movement and slipped deeper inside her. She could feel how wet she was, how slick they both were. His hands kept her in place by gripping on her hips, fingers digging in as he sped up. The sounds he was making went a little wilder, more sporadic and grunting. She could tell he had found a deep and pleasing rhythm because he was more invested, more passionate in his movements and sounds.
She was suddenly surprised when he bent forward, still fucking her but more shallowly, his mouth on her spine and his fingers rubbing at her clit. It swayed her forward on a moan, tripping something emotional and hot inside her chest as he groaned in answer. His tongue ran heat up her spine as he fingered her, his lips brushing kisses across sweaty skin.
She wished he was anyone but who he was. He made her feel good, better than she had expected, and it flushed her with shame.
"On your stomach," he whispered against her shoulder, using his hips to shove down on her. "Lemme finish and then you can sleep awhile."
She stretched flat, whimpering when he pressed a palm to her lower back and leaned his weight into it. The other hand shoved her left thigh farther aside and then he was in her again, deep and rough thrusts. The speed and depth were unexpectedly harsh and she buried her face forward into a lush blanket, sobbing out pain as he fucked her roughly. Tears pricked at her eyes and she clenched the blanket up in her hands, yelping as he managed an extraordinarily deep thrust, his tightening balls flush to her body as he came. Even he called out, his hips shuddering and jacking forward as his fingers dug on her waist, weight pressing forward. Heat bloomed inside her and she waited, unmoving as he shot his load deep.
By the time he collapsed onto her, breathing ragged and groaning, she had already relaxed her hips and shoulders. His weight pressed her down into the mattress and she lifted her face from the blanket, turning her cheek onto it as the tears continued to come.
He groaned, face rubbing into her dark hair as he slowly pulled from inside her, leaning to her side and dropping more weight to the bed. "That should fill you up awhile. Turn on your side for me, legs together."
She was surprised to feel him press in behind her, a hand to her stomach as she did as told, turning her back to him. She curled up around his hand, knees tucked and bent. His softening length was pressing against her ass and she didn't hate the feeling as much as she thought she probably should. Instead she focused on curling up, holding against his arm as he kissed her neck.
His affectionate softness was just as surprising and confusing as his dispassionate roughness could be.
"Gonna make a beautiful matron, Jetta" he murmured. "Now go to sleep."
