He stood. His cock was already hard, and the sight of it made her mouth dry.
“Bend over. Let me see your plug.”
She turned away from him, spread her legs and grabbed her ankles. Her hair fell everywhere. Knowing that he was looking at her made her feel empowered, something she’d never expected to feel as a submissive.
He’d been right that there was much more to it than she’d ever considered.
“That’s better than I could have imagined,” he said. “And what I imagined was pretty damned good. Now, reach back and spread your buttocks so I can see it better.”
Keeping her balance, glad she’d kept up her morning routine of yoga stretches, she did as he requested.
“Exquisite.”
For long seconds, silence pulsed.
“Good. Now get on the coffee table. On all fours.”
He offered his hand for assistance.
Feeling exposed, she did as he’d said. He circled her several times. She forced herself to stay where she was.
“Those hearts would add to this experience.” He crouched in front of her. “What do you say?”
“Your choice, Damien.”
Without her knowledge, he’d had them in hand the whole time. She sucked in tiny gasps of air when he closed the jewelry on her already-swollen nipples.
“I may buy you a dozen different sets,” he said.
He squeezed her breasts, but even the lightest of touches drove her wild.
Damien left her, then she felt fingertips skimming her spine. He massaged her buttocks and the motion shifted the plug. She moaned.
Then he was everywhere. He played with her pussy, spanked her ass lightly then reached beneath her to toy with the hearts.
She forgot to be nervous and gave herself over to him, becoming more and more aroused.
“You like this, Milady? Getting all my attention, knowing that what I’m doing is for you?”
“Thank you,” she said.
He moved behind her. She heard his belt, the rasp of his zipper, the thud of his shoes being tossed on the hardwood.
She swayed, shifting the plug, making her impatient with greed.
“Are you ready for me, Catrina?”
“I’ve been ready,” she said.
He chuckled, the sound deep and rich.
She felt him at the entrance of her pussy. “Damien?”
He slid his thick cock into her, and the sensation of him drove her mad. With the pressure from the plug, she felt overwhelmed.
Relentless, he played with the plug.
She dropped her head to the table, changing the angle, alleviating some of the pressure.
“Back into position, Milady.”
“I’m…” She wasn’t sure her arms would support her.
He placed his forearm beneath her chest, helping her. “That’s how I want you. Understand?”
She nodded.
He thrust his hips, filling her pussy over and over. She thrashed her head. “I’m going to come,” she said.
“Not yet.”
“This is…” She put all her concentration into thinking about him and ignoring the tension in her lower body. “Too much, Damien.”
“You’re okay, Milady.”
She drank strength from his words.
He kept it up, and she fought off the orgasm. She was dazed, lost when he pulled back.
“Relax.”
He tugged on the plug.
The damn thing seemed stuck in there.
“It’s coming out, Milady. It will hurt less if you stop the struggle.”
Intellectually she understood what he said, but she still tightened her buttocks against the discomfort.
“Put your head down.”
Which raised her rear higher.
He slapped both her butt cheeks hard, pitching her forward, and he plucked out the plug while she was distracted.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Then before she knew what was happening, his cockhead was pushing into her ass.
“Good God!”
“You’re okay. You can move around if you need to.”
She panted and tried to get away as he rocked, entering her deeper and deeper. “This isn’t fun.”
“Almost there,” he promised, soothed.
Lied.
It seemed to take him forever to get his cock all the way in her. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.
Finally, he had her imprisoned.
“You okay?”
“I…” She was. Now that he’d claimed her, she was better.
“So, so tight, Milady. Now, I want you to kneel up.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I am.”
Because he was so strong, he was able to reach around her. His arm was like a band around her chest as he lifted her upper body.
As he moved her, his cock went deeper and deeper, stretching her impossibly wide. “I can’t!”
“You did,” he said, kissing the side of her neck.
“Damien, it’s too much.”
“You can safe word, or you can work through it. Either way is fine.”
He spoke against her ear, the words a soft, wonderful reassurance. If he thought she could do it, she’d try.
Her forehead drenched in sweat, she nodded.
“Good girl. Now put your hand behind my neck.”
“I’m not a contortionist.”
“You don’t need to be. I’ve got you.”
She couldn’t believe this. She was on her knees on the table with Damien supporting her weight in a way that seemed to defy gravity. Her motions slow, she arched her back so that she could do as he said.
Each bit she moved stretched her anus farther apart.
“That’s it, Milady.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. “It’s overwhelming.”
“It’s supposed to be.”
The pressure on her nipples magnified everything else. She was shattering.
“You okay?”
“I’m dying,” she said, panting.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he replied. Once he was buried as deep as he could go in her ass, he bent his knees so he could move inside her.
She cried out as he drove in again and again. She couldn’t think. Perspiration drenched her and the whole while, he had her, possessed her. She’d never felt anything like it. “Do me,” she pleaded.
“My absolute pleasure.”
He pulled back until the only part inside her was his cockhead then he surged forward again. She screamed. “More,” she urged.
“Yes.”
He drove into her with the force she wanted.
“Amazing,” she said. “It’s…”
“I want you to come.”
He fingered her clit. Bucking, she pitched forward. Damien pulled her upright, holding her. He groaned and ejaculated in spurts.
The change in pace, the way he touched her and the swelling of his cock were a lethal combination. She muttered things that were incomprehensible as she came.
Damien continued to support her as his cock softened. She’d never felt more connected to anyone. “I had no idea,” she said.
Slowly he lowered her to the table’s surface.
He withdrew his cock then picked her up and carried her toward the master en suite. As he strode, she rested her cheek against his chest. Lesson learned. After their time together, she’d never again be the same.
But with the way he looked at her, she knew he wasn’t done with her yet.
Chapter Nine
“Before you get started, I’d like you to change.”
Catrina looked across the table at him. “Did you have something in mind?”
Over the nearly two weeks they’d spent together, they’d fallen into a routine. When they ate at home, he did the cooking. She would pull up a barstool and keep him company unless she was working.
Afterwards, she’d load the dishwasher and wipe the counters while he put away the leftovers. They made an effective team.
He splashed a little more red wine in each glass. “I left an outfit for you in the powder room.”
“Really?”
“Go see.”
Her eyebrows knitted in a serious frown, she rose. She returned less than a minute later.
“Are you serious?” she demanded, shock echoing through her words.
“Totally,” Damien assured her, pushing back his chair.
“This is a French maid’s outfit,” she said, holding up the frothy black fabric.
“It is indeed.”
Indignant, with one hand on her hip, she’d never looked more appealing.
“There’s nothing wrong with what I’m wearing.”
“You’re right. In fact, it’s lovely.” He enjoyed seeing her in skirts and stilettos. “But this is my choice for tonight. And I suggest you put it on in the next two minutes unless you want to wear it all day, every day for the remainder of your time here.”
“I don’t understand why I’m being punished for something I apologized for a week ago.”
“Milady, you left a coffee cup, complete with a nasty ring, on my desk this morning. It was all but glued on there when I moved it an hour ago.”
“That doesn’t count.”
“No?”
“You’re going to hold that against me?” She sighed. “You’re the one who bothered me while I was looking out of the window. And you got a blowjob out of it.”
“I do like the way you give head.”
“Then…”
“Put the outfit on, Catrina.”
“Be reasonable.”
“A reddened ass would go nicely with that outfit.”
“You’re a beast.”
“Diabolical,” he agreed. “One minute.”
Her shoes were an angry tattoo against the floorboards as she strode away. He took a sip from his wine. This was going to be a hell of a show.
It was almost two minutes later when he heard her footfall. This time, she came toward him with a soft, sultry walk that made his cock instantly hard. She’d fluffed her hair, tied the apron way too tight, skipped the matching thong and tightened the satin laces on the top so tight that her cleavage looked twice its normal size. She had a black fabric collar tied around her throat. He had to wonder who was being mastered.
She exaggerated every movement.
“Hello, Master,” she said. “How can I please you?”
He rolled the wine glass between his palms. This might not have been one of his better ideas.
Catrina moved behind him. The hairs on his nape stood up in response to the stir of her breath. Then she stuck out her tongue, nipped his flesh then laved the hurt.
If she kept this up, the kitchen would never get clean.
Which could lead to punishing her in the morning.
“May I, Sir?”
She brushed her breasts against his upper arm as she took away his plate.
Within a minute, his cock throbbed.
She reached across the table for her dishes, exposing her bare bottom.
“Think carefully about what you’re doing, Milady.”
“Oh, yes, Sir. Thank you for the advice, Sir.”
God, he loved how that rolled off her tongue. Now, if only she’d say it when she wasn’t teasing.
She took her time doing the dishes, bending over to pick up some unseen item from the floor, making sure she wiggled her hips as she moved each plate from the sink to the dishwasher.
Watching her was delicious torture.
After she’d cleared the table, she returned with a damp towel.
“Pardon my reach, Sir.” She leaned across him and wiped the table. Twice.
Finally, unable to take it, he pulled her off her feet and settled her in his lap, facing him.
“Oh, no, Sir!” She wiggled as she straddled him. “Are you going to have your wicked way with me?”
“I’m afraid so, Milady.” He maneuvered them so that she was sitting and he was standing. He kicked off his shoes, socks and pants then grabbed a condom from his wallet.
He sheathed his already-hard dick.
She licked her upper lip.
He throbbed.
“But what of my virtue?” she asked.
“Milady, when I’m done with you, your lack of virtue will be the least of your worries.”
He picked her up, sat and pulled her down on his cock. She was already wet, and her pussy welcomed him with a tight squeeze.
“Oh, sweet God,” she whispered.
“Ride me.”
She moved on him, raising and lowering herself. He groaned. His little vixen had turned the tables.
He yanked open her front laces and palmed her breasts, lifting them so he could suck her distended nipples.
Catrina pulled the leather strip from his hair and dug her fingers in, pressing against the back of his head, holding him tight as she fucked him.
He pressed a finger against her anal whorl and slowly worked his way inside. She groaned and lifted up, giving him greater access.
She said his name a dozen times, turning it into a chant.
He made sure he gave her an orgasm before he reached his climax, but damn, it took everything he had to hold back as long as he did. He could have come the first time she lowered herself on him.
“Well, Sir, that was unexpected.”
“Let that be a lesson to you,” he said sternly.
She pulled back his head so she could look at him. “Why, yes, Sir. Of course, Sir.” Then she kissed his forehead before scampering off his lap and heading upstairs.
It was then that he realized she’d left him with the remainder of the clean-up. Including her discarded clothes in the powder room.
Yep. He’d definitely showed her who the Dom was in this relationship.
* * * *
Two cups of coffee in hand, Catrina stopped in the doorway of the office space she shared with Damien. Greedily, she watched him. He was on his headset, pacing. His hair was loose, long, rakish.
She didn’t get tired of seeing him like this, in charge with his take-control power radiating, affecting everything and everyone in his orbit.
Including her.
Including her?
Especially
her.
His T-shirt showed his biceps, and damn, had he poured himself into those jeans?
Seeming to sense her, like he always did, he pivoted.
Even though he was in the middle of a conversation, he beckoned her in, indicating she should sit on his desk.
He walked over to accept the coffee she offered, and he pulled out his earpiece long enough to place a gentle kiss on the top her head.
Since her first meeting wasn’t for another thirty minutes and they’d both worked late the evening before, she decided to wait while he finished his call. She wasn’t sure what was being discussed, but the financial planner in her was intrigued by the word
millions,
particularly when it was followed by
dollars.
He was nodding in response to something being said, and she sipped her coffee. The blinds were open, letting in the dappled sunlight. The screens showed only the outdoor cameras, a blanket of snow on the trees and grounds. Steam rose from the hot tub. A deer wandered just outside a fence.