“I didn’t mean to question you, Dom,” her tone apologizes.
“You can ask all the questions you want or need to. Correction will only be dealt with if you continue after we’ve discussed it and I’ve given my final answer. Understand?”
She nods her head in agreement and smiles broadly. Her beautiful brown eyes glitter with happiness and my chest swells with pride from knowing I put it there. Simple words, natural gestures, and sincere feelings—it’s amazing how many men just don’t get it. I can be Dominant and loving, in control and flexible, and hard and soft—all at the same time. If this is what she needs to make her feel the real me and know that my promises are absolute, I can give this to her every day.
As we walk together from our cottage to the large dining patio area, she naturally falls in step with me, moving into my side as I wrap my arm around her. Several other men notice her as we move through the crowds. She’s stunning and the other men turn their heads to watch her move past them. Sophia, My Angel, is oblivious to all of them. Her sole focus is on me and her behavior pleases me immensely.
“Do you see all these men staring at you? Wishing they were the ones with you?” I ask her, simply to pay her a compliment and reassure her of how beautiful she is. I feel her entire body tense beside me and her hands fidget nervously.
“I only want to be with you, Dom,” she answers solemnly, as if she’s been scolded for misbehaving.
I stop walking and tilt her face to look at me as I speak to her. “My Angel, it was a compliment. They can look all they want. It’s me you’re with and it’s me who you will always be with. You can be proud of your beauty and proud to be in my arms. You never have to be ashamed of it with me.”
Her whispered reply nearly floors me. “And you won’t share me?”
What the fuck has he done to her?
“I will never share you, Sophia. And you will never have to share me with anyone else. I give you my word,” I ardently reply. “You can believe me.”
“I do. I won’t question you again,” she quickly states.
I give her a single nod to acknowledge her leap of faith. Slowly lowering my hand to hers, I let my fingers flow across her skin until our fingers lock. Our eyes stay glued to each other’s and our looks become more heated. The simplest touch ignites an inferno in me that can’t be quenched with anything but her—all of her. She’s craving an intimate touch to reassure her that she’s wanted, needed, and loved.
She will get so much more than that tonight. Sophia needs to feel like this will last and that it’s not a fleeting notion that will drift away on a whim. I’m here to stay and soon she will no longer doubt it. When she falls asleep tonight, she will be in my arms, fully sated, decidedly tired, and completely loved from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
The bright San Diego sun warms us as we enjoy a bottle of wine and the delicious food. The patio dining area is beachfront and I notice that her eyes keep straying to the waves rolling onto the shore. She doesn’t ask, but I know that longing look on her face, and it’s killing her to not be near the water.
“So, Sophia, tell me why you love the water so much.”
She quickly hides her shocked look and responds, “I’ve always loved the water. It feels like home to me—it calms me, gives me a feeling of peace, and I could just sit for hours and watch the waves roll onto the shore.”
“Let’s take a walk on the beach then,” I say after signing the check for our meals.
“Really?” she asks excitedly.
“Of course. If you love it that much, I can’t deny you this simple pleasure.” We quickly make our way to the beach and kick our shoes off. Sophia hums in pleasure as her toes sink into the sand. I take her shoes and place them in a secure spot close to our cottage. Hand in hand, we walk to the shoreline and she immediately puts her feet in the water. She stands completely motionless, just allowing the waves to wash up over her feet before rolling back out again. She then closes her eyes, tilts her head back, and basks in the feel of the sun and the surf. My Angel is absolutely stunning.
Quickly fishing my cell phone out of my pocket, I snap a few pictures of her before she opens her eyes. She has a completely serene, carefree countenance about her and I have to capture it before she realizes I’m watching her intently. My phone is back in my pocket by the time she opens her eyes and she’s none the wiser. I’m met with her dazzling, full-face smile that I can’t help but return.
“Walk with me,” I request, offering my arm for her to hold and she quickly takes it. We being walking and immediately fall in step with one another, as if we were performing a routine we had practiced over countless hours. Walking along the shoreline, she shrieks when a rogue wave washes up farther than anticipated and splashes up her legs. Her skirt is short enough that the water didn’t reach it, but her legs are soaked and her laughter is infectious.
Before I know it, I’ve joined in her fit of laughter even though, at this point, it’s unclear of what we’re really laughing about. I just know it feels good to let go, really relax, and enjoy this with her. My impression is she hasn’t had the luxury of laughter in quite a long time. Another large wave comes rolling in and she jump-steps her way just out of its reach.
“You’re already wet. Why don’t you just jump in?” I tease her.
“You first, Dom,” she replies coyly.
Taking her hand, I say, “Come with me.” Her confusion registers on her face but she doesn’t question me. In some ways, I feel her trust in me growing. Seeing confusion rather than fear in her eyes confirms that even though she doesn’t know my intentions, she is comfortable enough with me to comply without being apprehensive. Small steps. One at a time, and soon enough, we will be at the point of our relationship where we need to be.
She wraps her little fingers around my hand and lightly squeezes. When I look over at her, she’s smiling from ear to ear and has a bounce in her step. “What are you so excited about, Sophia?”
“I’m so glad you brought me here. I’ve also been thinking—,” she starts before I cut her off.
“Uh oh,” I reply in jest and she lightly hits me on the arm as she laughs.
“I was about to say that I’ve been thinking and I’m really happy that we’re redefining our relationship, but now I may have to take that back,” she pretends to pout and turns her head away to ignore me.
We’ve been walking while talking and we’re rounding a corner into a sandy alcove that’s secluded from the rest of the beach. No one is around and the best idea has just appeared in my mind. While she’s looking away, pretending to be insulted, I ease my phone and wallet out of my pockets and place them on a large boulder that juts out toward the water.
Scooping her up in my arms, I rush headlong into the ocean and dunk us both in the water. As we break the surface of the water, she sputters water and gasps with her eyes as wide open as her mouth. I can’t help but laugh at the shocked look on her face. She weighs nothing in the water’s buoyancy, and I quickly turn her so that she’s facing me with her legs wrapped around my waist. My arms fold around her and hold her close to me.
“Have you lost your mind?” she asks with a laugh when she finally overcomes her shock. “You are crazy!”
“That I am, Sophia. I’m quickly becoming crazy over you. The past three weeks and working all these crazy hours with you have been wonderful and pure hell at the same time.”
“I know exactly what you mean,” she whispers.
The droplets of water are scattered over her face and I watch as one bead rolls down her cheek and onto her lips. Just as she flicks her tongue out to lick it away, I capture her mouth with mine and she easily surrenders to my unspoken demand. Slipping my tongue into her mouth, I slowly glide it across hers. Sophia tries to increase the speed but I maintain my pace and give her no other option. I feel when she acquiesces to me and the Dom in me is pleased with her.
In fact, I’m pleased enough with her submission that I reward her with what her body
is craving. Increasing the pressure and the urgency, I devour her mouth, lightly nipping on her bottom lip, pulling it into my mouth and lightly sucking on it. It’s only a preview of what I plan to do to her but she understands my message. She moans softly and her body somehow melds into mine even more.
Moving along her jaw line, I kiss and lick her perfect skin. She tastes sweet and salty—her natural sweetness mixed with the salty ocean water is inebriating. When I reach the junction of her jaw and her ear, I gently pull her earlobe into my teeth and easily graze over it. “You taste so good, My Angel,” I whisper to her. Her skin prickles again and I love knowing I have that affect on her.
Tilting my head, I dive in, sucking her neck along the side, casually moving from just below her ear down to her clavicle before moving back up again. “My Angel, I think you’re wearing too many clothes,” I whisper seductively to her.
“Here?” she glances around somewhat nervously, but also a little excited at the possibility. One thing she must learn is that when it comes to sex and business, I am always Dom and I won’t tolerate non-compliance.
“Here, Sophia,” I reply, my tone now resolute and I level her with my domineering look.
Realizing her gaffe, she lowers her eyes and asks submissively, “What do you want me to take off first, Dom?”
“How about I help you, My Angel?” I offer and her small, sexy smile returns.
“I would love for you to do that, Dom.”
Chapter Nine
Gripping the hem of her shirt in my fingers, I pull it up and she raises her arms so I can pull it over her head. She takes it from my hand as I reach around and unhook her bra, never moving my eyes from hers. I watch as her pupils dilate, conveying her anxiety, but she doesn’t object. I slowly pull the straps off her shoulders and ease her bra down her arms.
Taking both her shirt and her bra from her hand, I pitch them onto the rocks jutting out in the bend of the shoreline, safe from being washed out by the waves. Her legs are still wrapped around my waist while the top half of her body is completely bared to me. Her breasts are small but ample enough for my tastes. In this cool water her nipples are erect, but I suspect the reaction is also from her own desire.
I keep my eyes locked on hers as I lower my mouth and pull one nipple in. She gasps and inhales a sharp breath as her fingers weave through my hair. As my lips close around it, she arches her back to give me full access to her body. I snake one hand up her back and into her hair. Fisting it, I pull on her hair to tilt her head back while at the same time my teeth graze her sensitized nipple.
Sophia squirms in my arms and I release her nipple and softly admonish her. “Be still, My Angel. No squirming yet,” I murmur to her. “It distracts you from the pleasure and I want you to feel every single thing. Understand?”
“Yes, Dom,” she replies breathlessly.
“Good girl,” I praise her. “Let’s try that again.”
Before she can respond, I have the other nipple in my mouth and repeat the process. Soon, her hair is in my hand, and with a slight tug, her head drops backward and her back arches, thrusting her breast into my mouth. Her fingers curl into my skin and the scratch of her nails on my skin is an aphrodisiac to my system. The sudden need to feel her skin against mine is all consuming.
Breaking my ministrations on her breast, I quickly snatch my own shirt off and throw it onto the rocks. Pulling Sophia in closer to me, her nipples graze across my skin and ignite my hunger for her even more. Her swollen breasts are simultaneously soft and firm, and while they definitely have my attention, there are other body parts that require much more attention right now.
“You can still say no, My Angel. It’s your choice if we proceed or not. But know that if we do, it will be on my terms. You will have to trust me,” I offer her one last chance to slow this down.
“I don’t want to say no, Dom,” she concedes. “I want this. With you.”
Sliding my hand down and unzipping the back of her skirt, I lower her legs so she can stand. The water is not quite waist deep when I stand fully erect, but it’s perfect for the access I need. As I push her skirt down over her hips, I hook my thumbs in her panties and drag them both down her legs. I continue to watch her every movement—her breathing, her eyes, her facial expressions, and the tenseness of her muscles that may give away her real thoughts.
Through it all, she is right here with me. She’s excited about the public display of real affection—she’s aroused and she’s submissive to me. Fuck, I didn’t intend to have this type of relationship again, but she has made me miss it. Sophia has awakened the man I’ve tried to pretend I didn’t need to be. This is happening, and instead of being filled with dread, I feel full of life.
She steps out of her skirt and panties and I chuck them both onto the rocks. “Looks like I may need some help, My Angel,” I smirk at her and look down at my soaked dress pants. I quickly grab the condom packet out of my back pocket. I had placed it there earlier when we arrived in the room, obviously with high hopes, but I’m very glad I have it on me now.
Her dainty hands swiftly unbuckle my belt. In no time, she has removed my pants and boxer briefs. Our clothes pile on the rocks is out of reach, making the possibility of getting caught even more exciting. There would be no denying what we were doing and there would be no way we could get to them in time, much less get into wet clothes.
What is it about a public place, a private act, and the mere possibility of being caught? The thrill, the rush, and the heightened senses, that’s what. It’s as if every nerve is firing at the same time, resulting in every sensation feeling unique and ethereal. It’s the forbidden, the taboo, and the sensual all wrapped into one. It’s living life on the edge and making the most of every moment.
Covering her mouth with mine once again, I claim her as mine simply by the way I own her response. She softens under my touch, becoming pliable and responsive to my every unspoken and spoken command. Our naked bodies are pressed as close together as they can get while standing. I easily lift her so that her legs are once again wrapped around me.
Walking into deeper water with her attached to me, our mouths fuse together as our tongues perform their erotic dance. Once the depth of the water covers us to my waist, I stop and pull back to look her directly in the eyes.
“My Angel,” I whisper ardently, “you are about to become mine. All mine. All of you—your mind, your body and your heart—will belong to me. And, Sophia, I don’t give up what’s mine.”
In response, she reaches her small hand down between us and wraps it around my cock. She gasps in surprise when her fingers don’t meet and looks up into my smirking face. “Don’t worry, My Angel, I promise to make you feel good.”
She begins moving her hand up and down me but I’m already so hard it’s almost unbearable. Her hand floats down along my arm until she finds the condom wrapper I’m still holding. Taking it from me, she slowly rolls it on me. Hoisting her higher, she positions me at the entrance to my heaven on earth and lowers onto me, inch by inch. When she stops midway, I soothe her with my words while I hold her up with my arms.
“Take your time, My Angel. Just relax and let me fill you, cupcake,” I say as a term of endearment.
Sophia begins to move again, lifting up by using her legs as leverage, then back down again. Each time, she takes me deeper inside her and a little closer to the hilt. When she’s finally able to take all of me, she croons a mixture of a sigh and a moan. Pulling my hips backward, I quickly thrust forward into her, flexing my hips and hitting the perfect spot in sweet succession.
Her inner muscles clamp down around my cock, squeezing me and increasing the friction even though we’re still in the water. My mouth finds her neck and I lick, suck, and bite it as I continue to surge into her. Wrapping my hands around her shoulders, I push her down as I flex upward, driving into her harder and harder.
When my mouth reaches her ear, I murmur, “You feel so fucking perfect, My Angel. So sweet, so damn good.” With tha
t, she screams out my name with complete abandon, having forgotten we are in a very public place. That’s actually the last thing on her mind as she climaxes, her body squeezing me like a silk-swaddled vice. Everything about her feels amazing—the way her body fits mine, the feel of my cock buried deep inside her, and the way she responds to my touch and my voice.
Sophia’s coming down from her high but I’m just getting warmed up. All the things I want to experience with her start flying through my mind and I have to consciously fight to stay in the moment and not plan out the rest of the day and night. She finds her rhythm with me and soon we’re both gripping each other tightly, and just before we each climax, I cover her mouth with mine and capture her screams.
That one time is definitely not going to be enough to sustain me for the rest of the day and into the night. I hold her close to me, stroking her hair and back as I bend my knees so that the water covers us up to our shoulders. “My Angel, you are so beautiful. You feel so good. I think I’m already addicted to you after just one time.”
She strokes the back of my neck and twirls her fingers in my hair. Her head is lying on my shoulder and she’s snuggled into the crook of my neck. It occurs to me, yet again, how perfectly she fits me and how she stirs my deepest feelings. Her tiny voice breaks my thoughts.
“Dom?” she inquires. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Yes, My Angel,” I answer. “Anything.”
“Why do you call it ‘cupcake’?”
“What?” My tone relays my total confusion. My eyebrows are drawn down, and I’m looking at her like she’s lost her mind, or maybe I have, as I’m trying to figure out what she’s asking me.
“Just a few minutes ago, when you said you wanted to feel my cupcake. I just wondered why you call it that,” she asked, embarrassed and not looking at me.
I search my memory. When did I say I wanted to feel her cupcake? Then it hits me and I burst out laughing. My whole body shakes and I can’t stop it. She’s just so damn cute and this is the icing on my cupcake.
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