by S Gonzalez
“Come here, Emma,” he says in a deep voice while curling his index finger in my direction to emphasize his command. I swallow hard and slowly sway her over to him like a tigress.
“No way you are toping me from the bottom, baby. This will go how I planned and I will not let you distract me.”
When I am standing a foot in front of him Dominic steps behind me to remove my sundress. After he lifts it over my head and tosses it onto the floor, he runs his fingertips down my arms, over my stomach and grazes his thumb on the outside of my white cotton panties.
“Ummm, you smell delicious baby.” He sniffs my neck and runs his tongue along my collarbone causing my skin to pucker with goosebumps.
My head rolls to the side to give his tongue better access to the heated flesh on my neck.
“Remove your bra and panties, Sweetness. Slowly…very slowly. I want to watch you,” his voice is husky and deep, it drips over me like warm caramel.
I turn toward my soon to be husband and remove my bra without breaking eye contact. Dominic has not taken his eyes off mine. As his green jewels bore into my blue, his need and hunger for me is written all over his face.
“Did you know I was an alter boy?” I shake my head in the negative.
What an odd question to ask a naked woman in your bedroom.
“I was. Until I was fourteen. My mother insisted. Went to church every Sunday, too.”
“Really?”
“Yup. So every night for as long as I can remember I would kneel by my bed and pray. Do you know what I prayed for, Emma?”
I can only imagine. “Let me guess. Me?”
“Not exactly. After my dick got hard for the first time, my prayers would be for a smoking hot girl to strip down in my room and allow me the pleasure of worshiping her like an angel.”
“Guess today is your luck day, Mr. Ross. Your prayers have been answered,” I mock as I pull his shirt over his head.
“Not quite. You see as I got older, my prayers and fantasies have grown. Now, be a good girl and kneel on the floor at the foot of my bed and pray for me.”
“WHAT?!” I laugh, but his expression is anything but comical.
“You heard me. Oh, and remove your panties or I will rip them off.” I hesitate, but his warning glare tells me he is absolutely not joking around.
“Now,” he mouths. I comply this time.
“What about you? I am naked and you haven’t removed a stitch of clothing. Hardly seems fair.”
“Oh, baby, you thought I played fair. You may not know me as well as you think you do,” he says flashing me a mischievous smirk. I give him a curt nod and kneel by the bed with my hands interlaced and my eyes close.
I can’t see, but I can hear him kicking off his shoes and removing his socks, and jeans. Dominic kneels behind me and urges my legs wider apart by smacking my inner thighs.
“Tell me baby, what are you praying for?” he asks, directly into my ear.
“Right now, I am praying you are going to fuck me, soon.”
“Very naughty, beautiful girl. Perhaps prayer isn’t going to do it. Perhaps a good old fashion spanking is what you need,” just as he finishes his statement his hand comes down loud and hard on my ass.
I feel his lips part to a grin as he kisses between my shoulder blades. The anticipation of what he is going to do next is exciting me to a frothy frenzy. I am turned on, and scared at the same time. There is something that sizzles inside my body at the thought of him dominating me. He dips his head down to kiss the back of my neck but I reach behind me and pull his mouth down to mine over my left shoulder. I can feel his erection in my lower back and I am vaguely aware that I am moaning. Very loudly.
“Now, Sweetness, are you willing to submit and let me make sweet love to you or are you going to fight me, forcing me to give you a proper spanking before I fuck you…hard.” Without hesitation another moan escapes me. Although I have never played like this before, my inner freak seems to love this little game. “Baby, if you want to play I will be willing to oblige but I would prefer that this time be nice and drawn out.”
“If I get to chose, then I will take the spanking please, sir,” I tell him, grinding my ass into his hips. Dominic gives me a full megawatt smile, but he is clearly shocked by my actions.
Oh yeah. Two people can play this game.
“If you think you can handle it and you want to play, I will be more then happy to take you there. But if we are going to go this route, we need a safe word. Do you know what that is?” He asks while he rubs his palm over the soft globes of my ass.
“Yes.”
“Pick your word, Sweetness.”
“Ummm…can we just use, red?”
“As you wish. Red, it is,” he breathes as he lays the first hard smack on my ass causing yet another moan of pleasure to erupt from my lips. I am not sure how much of this I can take without getting freaked out, but if romance novels have taught me anything, its that this is going to be fun.
“You like that baby?”
“Yes,” I whimper as he lays another smack on my ass and pushes my body forward so the top of my torso is lying face down on the mattress while my knees are firmly on the floor.
“Very interesting,” he observes as he slides his middle finger through the divide between my thighs and into my already pulsing core. I push back into his hand and he lays another smack on my ass. “No moving. Just feel it.”
As this sex god continues to slide his finger into me and I can feel my inner walls tighten around his fingers. When he removes his fingers I whimper from the absence of his touch. Dominic smacks my ass again and I swear I almost explode on contact.
“Open your legs wider.” Loving this game, I immediately do as I am told. Cool air hit me as Dominic pulls his body away. I can feel him readjust himself underneath me so his head is between my legs. “Lower that sweet pussy onto my mouth, baby.”
I hesitate for a moment and Mr. Ass Smacker, takes this opportunity to reach under me and lay another smack, this time low enough on my ass that his palm connects with my lips. I do as he asks, and lower myself enough that his tongue makes contact to the soft flesh between my legs, causing me to jump a bit above him upon contact. Dominic darts his tongue out to lick and nip my soft flesh; almost making out with my nether region if you will.
I muffle my moans into the soft comforter on his bed when he reaches out from under me and wraps his strong arms around my thighs, urging my body lower to his face. He fucks me with his tongue while I wiggle above his face. His nose hits my sweet spot causing my hips to buck up as I ride his face at a steady pace.
Afraid that my moans will be heard downstairs, I bunch up the blanket and shove it into my mouth as my body prepares itself to come undone above him. Dominic’s grunts send a vibration through my core. I feel my hot juices spill out of me onto his lips and down his cheeks. He continues to lick and prod me with his tongue as I ride out the rest of my pleasure in muffled bliss.
Without much effort at all he pushes my ass up sending me forward on the bed. I roll over to see him slither up off the floor and slink onto the bed like a snake ready to coil around me. When he is firmly pressed on top of my body, I pull his face down to mine and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips and tongue. Dominic whimpers in response and his cock twitches between us. I smile into his lips as I continue to taste myself.
“My turn.” I take his moment of weakness to toss him onto his back before I straddle his hips. He smiles when I rake my nails down his muscular torso and into his boxers, forcing them down his legs and onto the floor. I can see how excited he is because just as my face gets close enough to his cock it jerks up and smacks me in the chin. “Eager, are we?”
I giggled and lick his steel rod from base to tip on the underside. Repeating this slow torture a few more times, I slide his thick crown into my awaiting mouth. As I look over the peaks and valleys of his stomach, my eyes catch his. I suck hard making a popping sound when I release his tip and watch his eyes roll in
the back of his head.
“Fuck, baby that feels good. Take me deeper. Take me all the way,” he practically begs. Like a good girl, I comply. Opening my mouth wider to accommodate his large girth, I take him to the hilt and begin to make a clicking sound deep in my throat causing my uvula to slap against his tip while I run my lips up and down his shaft. Dominic’s groans are now louder than mine were.
“Baby I…fuck,” gritting his teeth Dominic’s back arches off the bed as he spills into my mouth. I swallow the first charge with some difficulty, and then gulp down the second. Once I am confident I have licked my man clean, I sit up on my knees and wipe my mouth with my middle finger before slipping it onto my mouth, not wanting to waste a drop.
I smile at him coyly, “Did I do good, or do I deserve another spanking, sir.”
“Don’t look at me like you didn’t just suck the fuck out of my dick,” he pants. “If I wasn’t sure I wanted to marry you before, I certainly am now. That was unbelievable baby. Like, fireworks going off in my head, amazing.”
Lying next to him I snuggle up at his side. Dominic rolls me onto my back and trails soft kisses down my neck and chest before he makes love to me, quietly, in the same bed he would kneel in front of and pray to God himself that this would one day be his life.
Chapter 18 “That’s the last of it. We better get going, Emma,” Dominic declares as he packs two suitcases and a small box of personal items in the back seat of my car. Jason and Nancy step out of the house just as Dominic closes the door to my car.
“Don’t forget these, son,” Jason tosses Dominic a set of keys that he catches in midair.
Dominic’s face lights up as he turns to me while Jason clicks a button on a tiny remote causing the garage door to open. I look at him suspiciously and he winks in return.
“Thanks, dad. She all good to go?”
“I think so. I haven’t touched her since she got here.”
“Who?” I ask.
“Roxy.”
Confusion settles in my features and I search my brain for any mention of a Roxy. I sure hope she is not a pet. I can barely take care of my self, let alone a pet. “Who’s Roxy?”
Dominic grins like a Cheshire cat and his parents shake their head at him. “Not who, what. Roxy, is my baby. My very sleek, very cool, 1967 Mustang Fastback.”
“Oh. Roxy is your car,” I tell him, looking into the garage to see a very sleek black piece of American muscle staring back at me.” Nancy snorts and Jason pulls her tighter shaking his head before kissing his wife.
“A car? Baby, Roxy is more then a car. Roxy is a classic piece of machinery designed specifically with me in mind. Roxy, is every mans fantasy and every teenage boys aspiration. A car? No, Sweetness, this is heaven on wheels,” Dominic proclaims as he drapes his body over the hood and kisses it.
I look back at him wide eyed, like he has lost his damn mind. “Ohhhhkayyyy, weirdo, you can stop kissing the car now.”
Dominic’s parents laugh at my statement. Grabbing my hands to his lips Dominic gives me a phony smile. “No need to be jealous. You’re still my number one girl. You will just have to share the status with, Roxy,” he mocks, getting a smack on the arm he deserves before pulling me close for a kiss.
“I am going to drive, Roxy, into the city. I haven’t driven her in a while and I really want to,” he pleads like a small child.
Rolling my eyes, I know I will never win this. “Whatever. You drive your pretty little car and I will take mine. I’ll see you back in the city.”
Jason and Nancy are at our sides kissing us goodbye and confirming our morning flight plans before we leave. “I will see you tomorrow, baby boy. Drive safely please. I hate it when you speed in that car,” Nancy scolds before pulling him into a big hug. For a little woman she sure is strong.
“I will mom. I love you. I will see you tomorrow.”
“Be careful getting home, son. I love you,” Jason adds pulling Dominic into a back slapping man hug. I see Jason closing his eyes and breathing deeply, holding back tears. “Its good to have you home.”
“Thanks, dad. I love you, too. And I am glad we talked today. It means a lot to me to know you finally approve.”
“As long as you’re happy, I am happy for you, Dominic.”
With a quick hug between us and another round of kisses from Nancy we both get into our respective cars and head home. Not even a mile down the road Dominic pulls up along side me at a red light. “Beat ya home,” he yells over the throaty roar of the engine.
“You think your dinosaur can beat my state of the art ride?” I challenge.
“Any day of the week, Sweetness.”
“Bet you the window seat on the plane tomorrow you’re wrong.”
“You’re on,” he yells as the light turns green. Dominic spins his tires, causing the rubber to smoke all around him before, leaving me in the dust.
I hit the gas to my E350 so I can quickly catch up, as the next light turns green. I ease up on the gas when I see I am easily doing ninety down a quiet but residential street. I know the road we are on has a stop up ahead and although I see the break lights, it doesn’t look like Roxy is slowing down. Anxiety washes through me when I see the road ending. Dominic is driving way to fast to take the turn. Dominic takes the turn hard and fast causing the tires to squeal against the pavement. Just as I get to the end of the street I see Roxy veer left then right before slamming head on into a utility pole.
My eyes are deceiving me. I didn’t not just see this. There is no way that just happened right before my eyes. It couldn’t have. Panic and urgency course through my veins. My only thoughts are to get to him. Get to Dominic and make sure he is ok.
I dart out of my car and sprint toward the wreck as fast as my feet will take me. There is steam coming from the radiator that is now punched through the hood of the car. That much I can tell as I approach. The car is a mangled mess of steel. Dominic is hunched over the steering wheal and I can make out streaks of crimson running down his face from his hair.
He is not moving.
From through the window I can see that he is not moving. Tears are running free and it is as if the world went silent. I can’t focus on anything but knowing if Dominic is alright. I try and open the door but it wont budge. With hulk like strength I manage to pull it open and pry the door wider from the frame.
“DOMINIC! Dominic, baby can you hear me,” I scream.
He is not moving.
The blood is flowing down his face. I vaguely make out that there is a person behind me calling the police.
“Ma’am is he ok?” The person asks. I don’t respond. I just need to make sure Dominic is alive.
I push Dominic’s body back so his body is leaning against the seat and not slumped over the steering wheel. His head falls back against the headrest and I can see there is a lot of blood. I use my hands to wipe away the blood from his eyes but there is blood everywhere.
“Dominic. Baby talk to me. Listen to my voice. The ambulance is coming, baby, hold on,” I plead. He doesn’t move but I hear him whimper. “That’s it baby! Listen to my voice. Hold on. Stay with me.”
“Em…”
I grab Dominic’s hand and kiss the back of it while sobbing. I kneel on the ground next to him and hold his hand. I don’t want to move him too much because I don’t know what his injuries are. I just need to keep him talking. The more I wipe the blood away, the more it flows.
“That’s it. That’s my guy. Keep talking, baby. Tell me something. Tell me where you want to get married. Once the Dr. gets you all fixed up, we’ll go to Vegas and you make an honest woman out of me. The cheesiest wedding ever. How’s that sound?”
Dominic’s head slumps forward. I catch it and hold my palm to his forehead while I slap his face to bring him back. His eyes don’t open but I feel him react. My heart is on the floor. He can’t die, he has to be ok. He has to make it. I love him. My world doesn’t exist without him.
“No sleeping, baby. Stay with me. The am
bulance is an its way. Talk to me, Dom. Please talk to me,” I beg, tears streaming down my face. Time is ticking by. Seconds feel like an eternity.
I hear sirens in the background. The man behind me is still talking on the phone asking me questions but I can only focus Dominic. He is loosing a lot of blood. I look around and see a white piece of cloth sticking out from under his seat. I pull on it to discover it is an old white t-shirt. I hold the shirt to keep pressure on his head where the blood is coming from.
“Dominic, say something. Talk to me. Say something,” I beg. My voice is cracking and my vision is blurry through the tears.
“I…lo..ve…y..ou,” he mumbles out. His voice is weak and his words make me sob even harder.
“I love you too, baby! I love you so much. I love you,” I rein kissed all over his face and I pull back to look at him. I taste the metallic tang of blood on my lips.
I need to be strong for him. I need to keep him talking.
“Al…ways, Sw…eet…ness,” he whispers with finality in his voice and slumps back into the seat. I slap his face to wake him up. Nothing. I slap him again but he still doesn’t react.
“NO, NO, NO…come on baby, stay awake. This isn’t good-bye. Don’t you tell me you’ll love me always like this is good-bye. You are going to be fine, do you hear me. You are going to get better and we are going to get married and live happily every after. Dominic, wake up!” I slap him a few more times but he still doesn’t react. I hear the ambulance pull up and the pounding of footsteps behind me break me out of my silent bubble of only Dominic and me. “Dominic, the ambulance is here. Talk to me. Come on, Dominic, talk to me,” I yell through my tears.
I feel a set of hands come up under my arms to pull me away. I scream for Dominic to wake up and a police officer puts his arms around me to calm my now shaking body. Everything is going in slow motion. The lights, the sirens, the people running all around me. All I can focus on is his car. The police officer is holding me back tight to his chest asking me questions but I can’t do anything but scream his name and cry. Dominic’s face comes back into my line of sight as the paramedics step back from him and shake their heads. The officer’s grip tightens and I look at them all in confusion.
