by Nikki Sloane
“Oh my God, Dominic, please.”
His first lash struck her left ass cheek and blood rushed to the irritated skin, leaving a perfect heart of pale skin surrounded by red. The snap of the crop made Noemi jump and her stiff posture told me she was trying very hard not to do it again. Like she wanted to appear unaffected.
I had my arms around her, one hand rested on her bent knee and the other on her hip. So I tightened my arm around her back while the hand on her knee traveled deep between her thighs. Her breathing went shallow as I kneaded her swollen clit.
“Do you deserve another?” Dominic’s rough voice pulled my attention back to their scene. He had the tip of the crop tapping lightly right against her pussy, and Payton’s back arched. Soft moans came from her.
“Yes, please,” she said.
“I don’t know. You were awfully bossy earlier.”
She exhaled slowly. “I’ll be good.”
The crop sliced through the air suddenly, landing hard against her other ass cheek, and Payton let out a startled cry.
“I know you’ll be good.” His voice was patronizing. “You’ll be fucking amazing like you always are, but you,” he tapped her clit gently with the crop, “are not in charge.” His free hand grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezing. He had to speak loud to be heard over her pants for air. “Tell me, Payton. Who owns this?”
“You. Oh, fuck, you do.”
He slapped the crop once more on her flesh, watching the heart develop on her stinging skin. He snarled the word, “Mine.”
My fingers had paused their wicked movements between Noemi’s legs, distracted by the display of power. I was so hard it was painful. Every subtle shift of her body on mine was blissful agony.
I slapped my fingers on her clit, just a little too aggressive to be playful, and she jolted. Her shocked eyes blinked wide, but then hooded again when I rubbed her. Her quiet moan of pleasure shot straight to my dick, so I slapped her pussy again, this time harder. She let out a little yelp. Pain? Surprise? I couldn’t tell, and her hand covered her mouth.
“I think you need one more,” I whispered.
Her unblinking gaze focused sharply on my hand. Where was the wait from her lips? Or the stop? I reared my hand up and brought it down swiftly, halting suddenly an inch from her skin, but the effect worked. She flinched for the incoming blow, and as soon as she realized what I’d done, her shoulders relaxed. That was when I slapped her clit a final time.
“Fuck,” she cried, shuddering in my embrace, and her hand fell away from her mouth to clench on my forearm.
“There’s the tremble.” I massaged her slick skin, teasing. “Doesn’t it feel better now when I touch you?” Fuck, I could get lost in those big eyes of hers which seemed to see right into my soul. Her fingernails dug into my skin.
“Yes, Sir.”
I kissed her, and for the first brief moment she tasted of the champagne, but then it was one hundred percent her. The flavor of Noemi Rosso, another hit of my new drug. I wanted my cock in her mouth. In her cunt. Deep in her ass.
“Get on your knees,” I said.
She moved swiftly, kneeling between my legs, her hands on my belt. She rushed to get the leather end undone.
“My, we’re enthusiastic.” I pulled her silky hair up into a loose ponytail so it wouldn’t be in her way, but also gave me a point of control. Noemi’s fingers deftly extracted me from my pants and boxers, and I groaned at her touch. Finally. I’d chosen not to participate earlier, wanting to draw out the anticipation, but holy fuck, I’d almost broken a dozen times during it.
The half-smile on her lips was my clue something was up, but then her rosy lips opened and she welcomed my cock into her scorching mouth.
“Shit,” I said quietly.
Overall I liked fucking better, where we were both getting off, but there was nothing that matched the pure sensation of oral. Her tongue swirled over the sensitive spot on the tip, forcing my free hand to clench into a fist.
“That’s right,” I whispered. “Just like that.”
Warmth slid down and then up, and she pulled me from her mouth. She ran her lips all the way down the length, skimming the edge of her teeth on the way back. I appreciated the visual, and my lust burned a thousand degrees hotter when her eyes fluttered open to catch me watching.
She took me once again in her mouth, her tongue spinning around the head of my cock, before pushed down to take me further. And further.
“Yes, baby girl. Oh, fuck, yes.” Holy shit, she moved slowly but was inching along, taking me much deeper than before. I hit the back of her throat and she kept pushing, her mouth like a vise. Then, she made a gagging sound and backed off abruptly.
“What happened here?” I teased. “They’re offering cock-sucking classes at that Catholic school now?”
She looked like she found it both amusing and offensive at the same time, but brushed the comment away. Her expression was determination and she stared at my dick, wet with her saliva. “I can do this.”
A short laugh tore from my lungs. “I love that you’re such an overachiever. You don’t have to immediately be the best at everything you try.”
She ignored me and wrapped her hand around my cock, running her tongue over the tip, licking. My toes curled inside my shoes and my balls ached. Her mouth descended on me again, and it was more torturous pleasure. Why was I giving her a hard time about this? She wanted to practice deep-throating on me. I needed to shut my stupid fucking mouth and thank my lucky stars for this girl.
But the wolf inside me would not be quiet. “Maybe if you make it all the way to the base, I can get you a cake.”
This time she didn’t choke on my cock, it was my words. She retreated and tried again, her eyes squeezed shut in concentration as more and more of my dick disappeared in her mouth.
“Goddamnit.” I fought back the urge to push on her head. She didn’t need any help, and I had to stop being a fucking asshole. “Jesus, that feels so good.”
She pulled off me, breathless, a scowl on her face. Disappointment, and it was fucking adorable. I clenched my grip tighter in her hair, forcing her gaze on me.
“Has someone been reading deep throating tips on the internet?”
Her bottom lip quivered. “Among other things.”
“Yeah?” I leaned forward and brought my face closer to hers, gently wrapping my other hand around her neck. I liked this position. On her knees and both of my hands on her, controlling exactly where she looked. “What else?”
Her pulse quickened beneath my fingers, pounding in her neck. “I looked up . . . ideas on dirty talking.”
I couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my face. “You looked up how to talk dirty?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her gaze began to slip in embarrassment. Shit. I corrected her with a soft tug on her hair.
“Hey. I’m sorry. You’re already good at this stuff, sometimes I forget it’s still new for you.”
Her eyes softened. Then, the warmth there burned hotter. “I also looked up stuff about . . . um, anal.”
I turned her head to the side and pressed my lips against the shell of her ear. “You’ve no idea how excited I am to hear that, little girl. I’m going to make all of you mine.”
She shivered.
We’d ignored the other half of our party, and it was Payton’s moans that got me to pay attention. Dominic’s pants were bunched around his ankles, his knees spread wide. Payton was seated on him, facing us, her hands covering his on her tits. I watched her ride his fat cock, and was pleased Payton was in this position. Not just a great view, but it made giving my next command easier.
I released my hold on Noemi and let her turn to watch my friend slide up and down on her fiancé’s dick, coated in her arousal. Noemi’s shoulders rose as she took in a sharp breath. It was hot watching them fuck, but my girl’s reaction was even better. I came to my feet and pulled a distracted Noemi to hers, guiding her closer to the couch where Payton bounced. Her tits undulated with the rhythm of the man
thrusting beneath her.
Payton watched me, curious. She had to know what was coming. There were a million ways she could have fucked Dominic, but she’d chosen this one. Hesitation grew in Noemi as we came within reaching distance of the couple, and as I stood between the girls, I felt a rush of power. Ultimate control. I put a hand behind each of their heads and drove them together.
Payton’s palms latched onto Noemi’s jaw and yanked her into a brutal kiss. Noemi endured it, her body tight at first, and relaxing as the kiss deepened. Kissing was kissing, regardless of gender. They made a great picture. Noemi’s wavy blonde hair and fresh face in contrast to Payton’s deep brunette color and exotic look.
I could not wait any longer. My dick was throbbing too painfully and threatened mutiny. I went to the couch, grabbed two cushions, and dropped them at Noemi’s feet. “Back on your knees, little girl. You need to show Payton some gratitude for earlier.”
Noemi bolted upright, breaking her kiss, her cheeks flushed. “W-What?”
“You heard me just fine.” I used a strict tone. “On your knees. I’m going to fuck you while you lick her pussy.”
chapter
TWENTY-THREE
I tugged off my shirt and tossed it onto the far couch, ready to be sans clothes like everyone else. Noemi was frozen until her wide eyes blinked at my tattoo.
“Are you nervous about doing that?” I asked her, undoing my belt.
Her gaze went to Payton, who looked thrilled, then returned to me. “I’ve never . . .”
“What’s there to be nervous about? You can’t make a mistake. If you don’t like it, just say stop, and we’ll know it’s a limit.” My pants hit the floor and I yanked everything off. Shoes, socks, underwear. I wrapped my arms around her shuddering body, and kissed the hairline on her forehead. “The nerves will go away. Nothing lasts forever.”
“They’re having sex,” she whispered.
I felt a dark laugh build in me, but I silenced it before it bubbled over. “If you’re worried about him, I don’t think either of them will mind if your tongue wanders.”
“And you?”
“I want you to do whatever you want to. That’s not a limit for me.”
The smack of skin against skin was loud and Payton gasped. Dominic had spanked her, and from the sound, it had been hard.
“You’re doing it again, woman,” he said. “Let me fucking drive.”
Payton grinned, sheepish.
I didn’t have to tell Noemi what to do. She sank to her knees on the couch cushion, positioning them so we could both kneel on them, and faced the writhing couple. A shaky hand was set down for support as she leaned over. So close. Noemi’s mouth hung open as she gasped for breath.
“Not yet,” I commanded. “Stay exactly like that.”
Noemi’s perfect body was on all fours in front of me. My gaze traveled the subtle ridges of her spine up to her delicate neck. My hands molded to her hips, skirting up.
“You’re so beautiful.” It came from me without hesitation. I’d have to keep telling her until she understood.
I stroked my cock and steadied it, and nudged her wet entrance with my tip. I couldn’t tease anymore. My body wouldn’t allow it, and even though I was the Dom, I was just a slave to my need. I took that first crucial inch of her body, filling her tight heat.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice encouraging.
“More?”
“Yes.” Her head jerked as she realized her mistake. “Yes, Sir,”
Hearing the title from her lips was the same as the stroke of her tongue on me. “Fuck, take it.” The glide of my cock disappearing as I pressed deeper was crazy hot. “Shit,” I said on a long breath.
She sighed when I was fully inside and my balls pressed against her swollen, damp clit. I ground my hips into her, giving her another moment to adjust to my possession.
“Now,” I drew back, and pressed slowly inside her again, “lick that pussy.”
Noemi’s body gripped me, squeezing involuntarily at the command. Her trembling hand tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and she reached out, setting a hand delicately on Payton’s thigh. Noemi would need something to stabilize on when I started thrusting.
Payton stared down at Noemi with a welcoming, seductive smile. Noemi’s hand crept up, stopping right at the juncture of Payton’s legs. The head of blonde hair lowered a fraction of an inch.
Payton’s voice was desperate. “Don’t tease me, or I’ll get him involved.”
Him being me. Payton respected the rules and knew Noemi didn’t have to follow anyone’s orders but mine.
Abruptly Payton’s back bowed and her head dipped back, disappearing from my view, blocked by her tits. “Go slow,” she urged, but this seemed to be to Dominic. “Oh, fuck, just let me enjoy her tongue for a minute.” She moaned, and a hand clenched on Noemi’s head.
Fuck, it was filled me so much desire I couldn’t see straight. “Good girl,” I said, my voice tight. “My filthy girl. How does her pussy taste?”
“Oh, no, no, no.” Payton’s hand held Noemi firm when she tried to lift her head. “Fuck, don’t stop.” Payton’s gaze traveled to connect with mine, pleasure rippling through her expression. “Joseph, don’t let her—” Her eyes shut tightly and she bit down on her lip.
Noemi’s head turned to rest against Payton’s thigh, giving me an exact view of Noemi’s tongue sliding around as if restless. She’d tease Payton’s clit, then dart away, only to return after gasping for breath. I increased my pace, being careful not to thrust too hard and jolt Noemi out of her tenuous position.
“You dirty slut.” I grasped her hip firmly and dug my fingers into her flesh. I wasn’t going to last long watching this, and judging from their moans, neither were the future Mr. and Mrs. Ward. I put my thumb in my mouth to wet it. I’d need to prep Noemi so she could enjoy what I had planned.
“You. Dirty. Filthy. Slut.”
Noemi exhaled in a burst as my thumb pressed down on her tight asshole.
“Wait.” I heard it in Noemi’s voice, but all she meant was push, and so I did. Her back arched and she tensed.
“Deep breath and relax, baby girl.” My thumb worked its way along. I’d come to a stop with my cock lodged deep inside so I could focus on going slow and gentle while I took her into unfamiliar territory.
The cautious first movement of my thumb made her hand clench on Payton’s skin. I worked her looser with each push and pull, until Noemi’s hand softened. Her eyes closed, but her expression, at least what I could see from the side, seemed to be enjoyment. Good.
“Who said you could stop eating pussy?”
There was a deep moan from Payton when Noemi’s pink tongue resumed its fluttering path. Dominic’s hands were on Payton’s waist and helping her ride him slowly. His fingers splayed out over the black tattoo. The symbol of their connection. Real. And for the first time in my life, I wanted that. A bond to someone else that was meaningful.
God, the Jack and the anniversary had done a number on my emotions.
Focus. Control.
I gave a thrust to Noemi that was serious, both in her pussy and her ass, and she cried out with surprise, but it melted into a moan. Because I was so deep in her, I could feel the thumb on my cock, pressing between her walls. She was so tight, and it felt amazing.
“You’re licking pussy while I’ve got my dick inside you, and a thumb in your ass, little girl. What would your father say?”
“Oh, God,” she uttered. Only it was in pleasure. Her body rocked against mine, trying to fuck me right back.
“Such a bad girl, you can’t stop now. Help Dominic make her come.”
“Don’t need help, Joseph,” Dominic answered instantly, his voice harsh.
“My mistake.” I grabbed a handful of Noemi’s hair and tugged her head back toward me.
“No!” Payton whined. “Fuck, Joseph, don’t be an asshole.”
I laughed and released my hold, guiding Noemi back to her original position
. “I want to hear you make her scream.”
As she got back to work, I wondered how she felt about all this. Her total submission made me burn and ache. Made me want to stretch and reach. Maybe be a better person so I could give her more and stay with her longer.
Noemi’s tongue withdrew back into her mouth for a moment with a saliva trail, and she swallowed to catch a breath. “I’m . . . getting close.”
Payton’s purse was nearby, as was their bottle of champagne. Noemi gave a noise of disappointment when I pulled away from her and climbed to my feet. “Keep going, I’ll be right back.”
I’d asked my friend to pack some items for the evening, and the small bottle of lube was right on top of her purse. I grabbed it and the bottle of champagne, taking a swig. The bubbles fizzed on my tongue as I took in the scene. I’d have taken my phone out and snapped a picture, but the last thing I wanted was for it to somehow wind up in the wrong hands. That kind of scandal would destroy not just Noemi, but her entire family.
I tried not to think about what would happen if the media found out Noemi Rosso was dating the owner of an illegal brothel. I was nothing more than a pimp. The shitty truth was it was worse for women. Her father would recover eventually if his activities at my club were discovered. He was going through a divorce and lonely. They could spin that however was needed to make people sympathetic.
But Noemi? Her reputation would be damaged beyond repair. Maybe it could play as I’d been manipulative and preyed on her innocence. Taken advantage, but still, it wouldn’t matter.
Didn’t you?
“Please, Joseph,” Noemi pleaded. “Please. I need you inside me.”
My brain stopped working. I was kneeling behind her, the lube uncapped in my hand, and I squeezed out a generous handful. The silky glide as I stroked it on my cock was satisfying, but not the satisfaction I hungered for. I spread the rest of the lube in my palm down between her cheeks.
Payton’s cries of pleasure built in intensity and volume. Dominic’s pace had increased to short, fast thrusts, his balls slapping against Payton as they fucked. It was much too fast for Noemi to use her mouth, and without prompting, her hand rested just below Payton’s belly. Noemi’s thumb dipped down and rolled circles on Payton’s clit.
