Goddess: A Femme Domme Erotica Novel

by R. J. Castille

  The room had been decorated tastefully. Overstuffed couches were set in a formal sitting area with ornately decorated accent tables made of the same wood as the couch. Placed in intervals around the room were large urn-shaped vases stuffed full of blood red roses, my favorite. Their pungent aroma filling the air with their fragrant perfume. On one side of the penthouse, opposite the window, a large California King sized bed rested, facing the ocean view. Red silk sheets had been pulled tight across its surface. Somebody has been paying attention. I smiled at this thought.

  On the other side of the lofty space, a crucifix had been set up with a similar console table as the Red Velvet Room. Placed carefully in parallel lines along its surface were some playthings. A chair had been placed in this area but was not the typical seating area. The center of the seat itself was cut out, leaving a half-moon shaped platform for someone to sit on. I imagined that this would make access to Gordon’s most sensitive areas much easier than a regular chair.

  Gordon Roth looked at me, the smile still planted on his face. He was waiting for me to say something. I was still shocked by the whole thing. Had he really rented this gorgeous apartment for me? For us, rather.

  “For you, Goddess, a kingdom worthy of your rule,” Gordon stared at me, waiting for my reaction. I was speechless. This kind of place was not cheap; in fact, I was willing to bet it was a small fortune. He had even taken the time, and money of course, to adorn it with a few areas to play, some to rest, and some to relax and enjoy the awesome view.

  “Gordon, I do not know what to say. All of this was not necessary,” I stopped, my voice shaking slightly as I took in the sight. I had to regain control of myself quickly or risk exposing my weaknesses to him. I was on the verge of tears, no one had ever showered me with favors to this magnitude. He had the means I suppose, but I was still floored. Most people with money hold onto it, that’s why they have money.

  “Nonsense, my Goddess. You deserve nothing but the best.” He stopped speaking and arched his arm in a sweeping motion across the penthouse, a silent gesture intended for me to take in the sight of my new domain. I could not contain myself any further.

  I reached out and grabbed Gordon roughly by the arm, pulling him toward me. I pressed my pelvis up against his, grinding myself into him, feeling his almost immediate response. Gordon leaned toward me with his face and I pressed my mouth against his, forcing my tongue into his waiting mouth. I reached around his neck and placed one hand on the back of his head, holding him there while our tongues danced wildly with each other.

  Pushing him backward slowly toward the bed on the other side of the penthouse, my hands ran across his chest to the front of his shirt. In one swift motion, I tore it open, buttons scattering across the floor as his chest was revealed to me. Biting down on each nipple, I sucked and licked them in turn, Gordon hissed in response, taking in sharp breaths between his clenched teeth. I allowed him to touch me, wanted him to.

  His hands ran down my curves, leaving behind an insatiable heat. I suddenly burned with desire for Gordon Roth, I wanted him and I was going to take what I needed.

  When Gordon’s legs hit the edge of the bed, I pressed him backward with one finger. The backs of his knees buckled and he fell backward, landing on the soft mattress. I reached down and quickly unfastened his belt and freed his impressively responsive cock. It stood to full attention as I slid his pants down his legs, leaving them in a crumpled pile on the floor .

  Gordon busied himself with exploring my skin with his long fingers. He traced swirling patters along the edge of my corset at the bottom, sending a jolt of white hot heat straight to my groin. I tilted my head back and moaned softly as he slipped my mini-skirt down my hips and toward my ankles. I kicked it to the side as Gordon used his thumbs to reach around and slowly rub my clitoris from behind the satin panties that were quickly becoming damp. I felt the pressure of his fingers on my skin, his touch driving me toward madness.

  I leaned forward, almost nose to nose with Gordon Roth and locked my eyes on his.

  “I want you to take me, like you would any number of horny tramps you perhaps would pick up at the bar or the nightclub. I want to feel you deep inside me, and I want it now,” almost hissing that last statement, I lowered my eyes to drive home the seriousness of my command. Gordon’s eyes widened and he promptly obeyed.

  Instead of pulling me on top of him as I imagined, Gordon stood up in front of me and spun me around so quickly I nearly became dizzy. Before I knew it, he had tossed me into the center of the bed where I lay awaiting his next movement. He reached forward with one hand and unfastened the top of my corset, allowing my full breasts to escape its confinement. He pinched my hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger before leaning forward and taking one into his mouth. He trailed small bites across my breasts and up my neck to my ear lobes. Gordon’s mouth lingered on my neck, licking and kissing that spot that often initiated my desire. I moaned into his ear and he returned my sound before reaching down and pushing my panties aside.

  His long fingers pressed into me, slowly stroking me from the inside. With his thumb, Gordon traced circles across the tip of my clitoris, the action sending a thrilling sensation though my body. I shuddered as his movements picked up speed slightly, my hips matching his motions, lifting up and down with each stroke of his fingers. Gordon settled in between my open thighs, his face meeting mine. I could feel the tip of his large organ teasing my awaiting desire as he planted feverish kisses on my mouth, biting my bottom lip hard as he suddenly thrust into me .

  I arched my back to meet his pelvis with mine, allowing him further access into my depths. Gordon groaned out loud as he pressed into me repeatedly, my pussy making his length glisten each time he withdrew himself. The sensation intensified as he forced himself into me, his engorged cock stretching me out fully. I was lost in his passion as Gordon continued to give me what I desired, each stroke bringing me closer to the ultimate fulfillment.

  When my orgasm consumed my body, it seemed to pull from my limbs toward my core, all the energy that had been built up. I cried out loud as my liquid desire flooded the mattress and covered Gordon’s cock with my fluids. This only served to arouse him further, thrusting relentlessly into me until he finally grunted loudly, shuddering with his own release. It felt for that moment that we had become one body, our desires consuming us, enveloping us in its flames.

  Gordon slipped himself free and rolled to the side of me. We lay there staring at the ceiling silently, except for our heavy breaths as we attempted to gain control of ourselves. I had never felt so much pleasure before. Gordon Roth had definitely lived up to my expectations as I finally had taken him into myself. I could still feel the sensation of his fingers on my skin, stroking my pussy, pinching my taut nipples.

  Thoughts such as that only served to stir inside me more desire. I quickly dismissed them and turned my attention to Mr. Roth, who lay quietly next to me, waiting for me to say something.

  “Well, Gordon, that was quite…enjoyable,” I said, attempting to work some humor into the current situation. He smiled in return and reached up to brush a curl from my forehead that had come loose during our heated moment. Gordon lifted himself up on his elbows and looked at me, a serious expression on his face.

  “Are you pleased with me my Goddess?” Gordon inquired, a timid look behind his eyes.

  “I am well pleased Gordon. You have proven your devotion to me and this,” I swept my hand around the room, “this is quite unexpected and delightful.” Gordon beamed at me before raising himself from the bed and pulling me up into his arms. He embraced me for several seconds, relishing the feeling of my body against his, as if he was sure it would soon disappear, leaving him wanting. Mr. Roth finally released me from his grip and crossed the room to the open kitchen area where he retrieved a tall glass of filtered water from the side-by-side refrigerator door. He returned to the bed and handed me the glass. I smiled up at him and took several, long gulps of the liquid inside.

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nbsp; Gordon Roth had really outdone himself this time. I would see that he was well rewarded indeed.

  -28-

  For the most part, Gordon Roth behaved himself at the office. An occasional tense situation causing him stress resulting in him lashing out at others, but he was otherwise quite complacent. Until the Wednesday after I had him throw me down and pleasure me like any other woman.

  Something had him on edge all day. I could sense it as soon as he arrived at the office. His face was drawn tight in a mask of anger, his brows furrowed together. Somehow, his dark eyes were even darker, almost black with his current mood.

  I somehow thought I would be exempt from his attack, but late that afternoon I could tell I was sorely mistaken. The intercom on my desk went off and his deep voice barked orders for me to come to his office immediately. He did not wait for a reply, he simply hung up. It was a command, not a request. I glared at the phone for a few seconds before retrieving my steno pad and pen so I could see what Mr. Grumpy Pants wanted now .

  When I walked through the door into his office, he was standing at the large window staring down at the pedestrians who scurried about their business, unknowing they were being spied on by someone several stories up. With one finger, he tapped on the glass, as if he was waving at them. He looked frustrated and a complete wreck. His shirt collar was resting unevenly across his chest, a triangle shaped patch of his tan skin was revealed through the opening.

  His tie was pulled apart, but still remained hung lazily around his neck. One side of his button down was untucked from his waistband, hanging down like a sail at his waist. When he realized I was staring at him, he snapped to attention, tucking the loose shirt tail into his waist and smoothing out the fabric before speaking.

  “I lost another case to that bastard, Jason Slater! Can you believe that?! I am so tired of losing to his majesty. I would love to just once, cream his ass in court!” He stopped suddenly, realizing he was ranting. I stood in front of him, patiently waiting for him to compose himself. “Another thing, the case files you prepared for me are all out of order.

  That caused me untimely delays in retrieving appropriate documents to make my case. I would appreciate it if you took more care in your work Ms. King.” My jaw dropped. I could not believe my ears. He was actually assaulting me verbally, his misdirected anger once again making me the victim of his monstrous behavior. What a complete asshole! I was screaming inside my head. I lowered my eyes and concentrated, once again, on slowing down my breathing. A loud buzzing sound echoed in my ears and I could feel my pulse in my throat as I endured another verbal beating from Mr. Gordon Roth.

  When he appeared to be finished with the basic premise of his accusations, I looked at him pointedly. I wanted to bend him over his large wooden desk and punish him with anything I could find laying around his pristine office. A fantastic vision to escape into a place in my mind temporarily so I was not tormented by the gravity of my reality.

  Instead I locked eyes with his and lowered my head slightly a challenging look settled on my brow .

  “Will that be all Mr. Gordon,” I returned his angry glare. His shoulders squared off defensively, my tone dripping with disdain.

  “Yes Ms. King. That will be all,” he turned back toward the window and watched a bird as it flew past the large pane. I spun around on my heel and almost stomped out of his office.

  “We shall see,” I mumbled under my breath as I went. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gordon’s head jerk toward me. Had I looked closer, I would have undoubtedly notice the look of realization that swept across his sharp features. Instead, as my anger consumed me, I forced the realization from my mind and quickly disappeared from his office, wanting to get as far away from his as possible. I rushed into my office and practically slammed the door behind me. My chest was heaving as my breaths were coming too fast. I was gasping for air and had to force myself to concentrate on taking proper, deep breaths.

  I was furious with him. Just when I thought I had him in check, he pulls a move like this. We will see what glorious colors I can make his flesh the next time I have him captive. Gordon Roth would pay for his impudence, Goddess would definitely see to that.

  Mr. Roth and I avoided each other the remainder of the day. Unbeknownst to me, he had a much simpler reason to keep his distance. I, on the other hand, was fearful of how I would respond to seeing him. If it were up to me, I would shove him against one of the large, marble pillars in the lobby downstairs, his face and chest pressed up against its cool surface, and whip him with his own belt for everyone to see. I started to feel calmer as I had more of those amusing visions, however, I was still reluctant to come into contact with him today.

  When I received an email from Gordon Roth, addressed to Goddess, pleading for her to connect with him this evening at the penthouse, I was equally furious. He had been instructed never to contact me directly, I would be the one to initiate that, always. Gordon Roth had just broken one of my biggest rules. On top of his inexcusable behavior in his office that afternoon, he would be one sore slave next time I did decide to see him. Instead of answering him, I closed the email application on my computer. Since he had overstepped his boundaries, he would just have to wait until Goddess felt like responding.

  At that, I powered down my computer and decided to head out thirty minutes early. I did not ask Mr. Roth for permission, I simply bid Ms. Salas farewell and made my way down to the bottom floor. I am sure I would hear about that later, in fact, I hoped I did so he could add more fuel to the fire. His ass is grass, and I’m a lawnmower. I almost laughed at my silent retort out loud but thought better of it. The people who were packed into the elevator car with me may think I was mad if I did so. I imagine that would not go over so well when word of my insane laughter fits got back upstairs to my foreboding boss.

  I did not go to the penthouse that evening or the next. I refused to go even on Friday night. We had made a habit lately to get together on at least Friday evenings, not this time. Instead, I invited Matthew to my apartment to play. Matthew always gave me comfort when I needed it. It had been quite some time since I had seen him and he no doubt missed me. When he arrived, he had a bouquet of a dozen, blood-red roses accented with baby’s breath flowers and greenery. It was wrapped in silver paper, rolled carefully into a cone, a big red bow tied around the stems halfway down.

  Matthew waited for me to invite him to cross the threshold. He looked around, a slightly suspicious look on his face. I gestured for him to enter and he walked through my door, closing it behind himself and securing the deadbolt. In his other hand, he held a bottle of my favorite hemp-seed massage oil. It cost a pretty penny. I would buy it on occasion, but since it yielded a hefty price tag, it wasn’t that often. He had even bought me the large sized bottle. A touching gesture. I took the bottle and hugged him in return. Before turning away to lead him toward the bedroom, I wrapped my hand around the flower stems carefully and walked into the kitchen to put them in some water.

  I spent the evening with my pet, he was as magnificent as always. When we lay in the dark afterward next to each other, staring at the ceiling, I had an idea. I would take Matthew to see the penthouse. He would appreciate the majestic beauty of the whole space. He would definitely appreciate seeing me again sooner rather than later. I did not disclose that the penthouse was gifted to me by Gordon. Somehow, I knew better than to bring him up to Matthew. I turned my head toward him. Almost at a whisper, I invited him back tomorrow. He nodded in agreement and folded me into his arms. As I drifted off to sleep, I felt safe inside his comforting embrace. Matthew stroked my hair lovingly as the sand man came to take me deeper into my slumber.

  -29-

  When morning came and the light tore me from my restful sleep, I felt ready to take on the world. My late-night session with Matthew had left me feeling invigorated and renewed. My head was oddly clear, no sign of the terrible anxiety that had plagued me for days relentlessly. I was finally able to truly relax and look forward to later t
hat evening, when Matthew would return to take me away to our secret world.

  I spent the day pampering myself. Rather than a hot shower, I took a long, slow bubble bath. Scented candles made dancing shadows along the wall above the rim of the tub where the rested. Warm oils seeped into my skin as I rubbed the perfumed substances in circular motions across my arms, chest and neck. A hint of eucalyptus reached my nostrils and I breathed in the aroma.

  Following my bath, I lounged in the sun through the window of my apartment, curled up with a deliciously smutty romance novel. It was moderately entertaining but the intensely detailed sex scenes made it an easy read. Before I knew it, the heroine and villain fell in love and lived happily ever after. Annoying. I hated cheesy endings that gushed with the newly formed couples’ undying love.

  That had burned off most of the afternoon. I took a laptop from my bedroom to the dining room table and pressed the power button.

  Reluctantly, its screen lit up. My laptop was old school and incredibly slow. It did the trick, if you were patient enough to wait the eternity it took to load the operating system.

  After what seemed like forever, the internet was up and ready for me to do some queries. I was in the mood for some shopping for items not readily available, unless you are willing to brave the least savory of neighborhoods to retrieve them. I picked through several website suggestions when I input my query into the Google search bar, a quick glance at their main page if the description contained some tid-bit that caught my eye. I was on my third website when the buzzer sounded informing me someone was downstairs waiting on my response. I was not expecting Matthew until much later.