by M. S. Parker
“Let's try something new.”
He grabbed my hips and flipped me over. I gasped as my ass came in contact with the silk sheets.
“Remember, no talking.” The leather and fur ghosted over my breasts and my body tightened. “The only word you're allowed to say is your safe word.”
No chance of that.
Then he brought the cat down on my breast.
Fuck. I shivered. It hadn't been hard, but definitely more intense than my ass.
He did the other breast this time.
My nipples puckered.
Left, then right.
Heat gathered in my pussy.
Again. And again.
My nipples were throbbing, riding that border between pleasure and pain.
“Spread your legs.”
I did and then I almost screamed because this time, the cat reached between my legs, smacking against my lower lips. My mouth opened, but nothing came out but air because he was bringing the cat down again.
And…well, maybe it didn’t matter if I made any noise or not now, because it slapped against my clitoris and I came.
I came hard and I came fast, everything going white.
But I didn’t make a noise.
When it ended, Dominic was supporting me with one arm around my waist, his lips against my brow. Although his words were stern, I heard a smug smile in them. “I guess I wasn’t clear. I thought you were told not to come.”
He cupped my chin and drew my face around until I was looking at him. He raised his eyebrow and I opened my mouth to argue. Then, catching myself, I pressed my lips together and glared at him. My heart raced and I wanted to laugh when he grinned at me. Some of the shadows had faded from his face already. Even without the amazing orgasm, the pain I'd felt would've been worth it.
If my arms had been free, I would have grabbed onto him and held on tight.
But he stroked my face and murmured, “You can answer the question, Aleena. But only that.”
“I don’t recall you telling me I couldn’t come, sir. And if you didn’t want me to come, then you shouldn’t have made me.” I said it all very fast.
He chuckled, his eyes shining. Slowly, his arm fell away. “Okay, sweet. This time…don’t come. And don’t make a noise.”
I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.
Time had lost all meaning and I was now keeping track by how many climaxes he’d denied me.
Five.
Five times he’d brought me to edge and then taken me away.
I was no longer bound to the hoop at the end of the bed that let him twist and turn me. There was no moving this time.
I was tied spread-eagle and facedown, with some sort of wedge under my hips.
And…
I bit my lip to keep from moaning as he pushed a large dildo inside me.
It was larger than he was.
I knew this because he’d told me. Had even given me specific measurements.
“I’ll have to go slow,” he said, kneeling behind me. He’d slicked it with lube and I knew that because he’d told me. He at least was telling me everything he was doing, so it didn't catch me off guard. “If I don’t, I’ll hurt you and I don’t want that.”
Slow was torture.
I felt every excruciating nuance and when he had it nestled completely inside me, he brought the flat of his hand down on my ass and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. My arms were actually shaking and I was pretty sure my fingernails were cutting into my palms.
“Now I want you to ride the cock, Aleena.”
Confused, I froze. How was I supposed to...?
He stretched out next to me, his back against the headboard. He used one hand to push my hair away. “Ride it,” he said again.
Slowly, I moved my hips. It didn't really move without any leverage.
“That’s it.” The words were almost a growl.
It was awkward and slow and under his watchful gaze, I felt…embarrassed. But as his eyes slid over me, I didn't see anything but pure lust.
The dildo shifted, pressing against a spot inside me. I unwittingly whimpered.
My gaze flew to his.
He responded with a hard slap on my ass, that made me press my lips down even harder, but said nothing.
Then he reached for the zipper on his trousers.
I watched mesmerized as he pulled himself free and started to stroke himself. I almost forgot to move, but his eyes narrowed and I moved my hips again.
The fat, swollen head of his cock disappeared inside his fist, only to reappear a moment later.
“Do you like watching me do this?” he asked.
I nodded, and then something happened. I twisted slightly to get a better view and the edge of the dildo pressed against the bed, giving me unexpected leverage. My eyes widened as it moved inside me. Oh, fuck.
“That’s good. I like watching you fuck that dildo. I’m thinking I’d like to see you take my cock in your mouth while you ride it.”
I swallowed, remembering the weight of him on my tongue.
“Not tonight, darling.” His lips crooked up in a smile. “Someday, I think I’d like to see you take my cock in your ass too.”
I shivered.
Now his eyes went dark, locked on my face. “Have you ever thought about that, Aleena? Having a man’s dick in your ass?”
I shook my head as heat tripped up and down my spine. My asshole twitched. I was going to explode. Jerking on the bonds that held me in place, I twisted around the dildo. Watching him touch himself, hearing him talk, I didn't care what he said. I needed to come.
He laughed softly, reading it on my face. “You’ll think about it now, won’t you?”
Hell, yes.
He moved then and I barely had time to process it as he pulled the dildo from me, the move so abrupt and savage, it left me reeling…and empty.
Then he filled me.
His long, hard body crushed me into the bed. His teeth sank into my neck as he wedged his hand between me and the mattress, his fingers unerringly seeking out my clit as he pounded his cock into me from behind. I could barely breathe and every nerve in my body was on fire. My eyes were squeezed shut, tears rolling down my cheeks as I fought against the impending inferno.
“You can come now, Aleena. My good, beautiful girl…come now.”
He pinched my clitoris, bit me again and I came in an explosion of pure pleasure. When I felt him throb inside me, I couldn't stop myself from calling out his name.
It didn't hit us until a few minutes later, when our breathing finally slowed and our pulses returned to normal, that he hadn’t worn a condom.
We came out of the shower thirty minutes later, clean but not having spoken. We went into the kitchen first and he poured us each a glass of wine before we went into the living room. I sat next to him on the couch and we each took a drink.
“So...that happened.” He set down his glass and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against him.
I felt a stab of guilt even though I'd been tied up at the time. Literally. “I’m sorry. I know how you feel…”
He silenced me with a kiss and then held me close, his gaze going over my head. “If it was anybody but you, I never would have forgotten. It’s never been an issue.” He turned his face into my hair and whispered, “What are you doing to me, Aleena?”
I didn’t know how to answer because I didn't know what he was doing to me either. I'd never thought I could feel this way about someone.
Instead of trying to explain and risking making things awkward, I slid my hand up and down his arm. “Based on, well, that, I'm guessing things didn’t go well at your mother’s.”
He stiffened and for a moment, I thought he’d pull away.
But then he relaxed and from the corner of my eye, I watched as he wrapped a strand of my hair around his finger. “I guess you could say that. They didn’t go well. At all.”
I might have said something else, but then the phone rang.
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bsp; Frowning, I glanced at it.
It was almost eleven.
“Ignore it,” Dominic said, tugging me back against him. His mouth brushed against mine and his arms tightened. “I’m thinking about rewarding you for doing so well on your first lesson.”
My heart jumped a little. “Really?” I was sore, but I still wanted him.
He smiled.
So did I.
And then we heard the voice coming over the answering machine as the caller left a message.
“Dominic…it’s Penelope. I just wanted to thank you for an amazing dinner.”
Continues in Serving HIM Vol. 4
Serving HIM Vol. 4
1
Aleena
“Dominic…it’s Penelope. I just wanted to thank you for an amazing dinner.”
The words connected, I guess.
They made sense, I guess.
But…
Shaking my head, I pulled away from Dominic and glanced toward the phone, then back to him.
It was the look on his face that did me in.
If I’d seen any other look on his face, I might have been able to curl back up against him and laugh it off, let things get back to where they’d been heading. I’d already had my fill of Penelope Rittenour and could already guess at the mindset that woman had. She was the sort who’d just twist people up because she could.
But the look on his face, I couldn’t ignore it.
His jaw was like stone and his eyes were icy, a cold glacial blue when he looked at me. Without a word, he rose and walked over to the counter. He deleted the message and then turned back towards me. When he sat down, I turned so that I was facing him, but not touching him.
“I thought you were having dinner with your mother,” I said, trying to keep the accusation from my voice.
“She’d invited Penelope.” He sat down and reached for me.
I didn’t want to hear anymore. I stood up, but didn’t make it three steps before he caught my wrist.
“Lovely,” I said, giving him the smile I’d perfected for the business meetings I’d attended with him. It was all professional polish with zero emotion. “I imagine the two of them had a wonderful time telling you how absolutely exotic and low-class I am.”
“I don’t give a damn what they think about you!” His voice was harsh, the words boomed out in sharp staccato.
“Neither do I!” I fired back at him. Except I lied. When you’ve lived most of your life being the town freak because your skin’s too dark for one group and too light for another, you grow a thick skin. But still, under that thick skin were layers and layers of nerves longing for acceptance. I could bluster through this though. I knew it. I’d done it before. I sneered at him, hoping that if I provoked him, he’d get angry and let me go. “You think I care what some New York princess with a pedigree thinks about me?”
Dominic lifted a hand and touched my cheek. The gentleness of it caught me off guard. I’d been expecting anger following my attack.
And then he murmured, “Yes.”
I jerked away from his hand, shaking my head. “No, I don’t.”
“You do,” he insisted. “Not so much what Penelope thinks and that’s good, because she’s not worth it. She can barely hold a thought in her head that doesn’t revolve around the current trends and the current causes.”
I felt a burst of relief at his description of Penelope, but it didn’t overshadow the rest of what I was feeling. He took a step toward me to close the ground I’d managed to gain. I took another step back and found myself up against one of the low, fat accent chairs. I braced my hands against it, curling my fingers into the leather cushions.
“No, what you care about is how some people look through you and they look around you and they look down…and it hurts.” He cradled my face, his thumb stroking across my lip. “I see you, Aleena.”
I set my jaw, trying to ignore the way his words twisted my heart.
“I’m sorry.” He pressed a soft kiss to my brow. “I should have mentioned it, but it was something my mother set up and I didn’t want to upset you. I…” He looked away and then back at me, sighing. “I upset you more by not telling you.”
No shit.
I eased away from him and moved to stare outside. Needing air, I pushed open the curtains to the rarely used balcony and stepped outside. The wind was still bitter cold, especially this high up, but I welcomed it and lifted my face, breathing it in. The robe I was wearing was thick, warm cotton, keeping me from freezing.
“Are we trying to make a relationship work here, Dominic?” I asked when I felt him move out behind me.
“I thought we’d already decided we were.”
I nodded. Then, slowly, I turned to face him. “Then don’t do this again. I understand why you didn’t tell me, but it felt like you were hiding it.”
2
Aleena
We’d spent most of the weekend acting like…well, a couple. We watched movies. We ate together. When Dominic was taking phone calls in his office, we lounged on the couch. I did some work, but not a lot.
It was probably the easiest couple of days we’d had together.
Then, early Monday rolled around.
The sun wasn’t even a whisper on the horizon when Dominic knocked on my door.
We still didn’t share a bed.
I wasn’t entirely certain how I felt about that. Part of me was glad, but part of me felt that deliberate, thin line of separation almost too keenly. I was good enough to fuck, even to doze next to a bit, but not good enough to spend the night in his bed, even though mine was only a few feet away.
When he knocked, I got up, tired but unconcerned.
It hadn’t been the first time he’d woken me up early with some business emergency. A few times he’d been going out of town. Twice, I’d been expected to throw some things in a bag and join him. Fawna hadn’t been kidding when she’d said I’d need to basically be on call twenty-four / seven.
Sleepy and knuckling my eyes open, I stood there, waiting for him to tell me what he needed.
When he held out a hand, I stared at it stupidly for a moment and then accepted. That had been forty minutes ago.
“That’s not the answer I’m looking for, Aleena.”
I blinked back tears and shuddered.
“You didn’t trust me.”
He brought the cat down on my bottom again and pleasurable pain streaked through me. I bit my lip but couldn’t stop myself from moaning. A few months ago, if anybody had told me I’d not only let a man tie me up, but that I’d also stand there and let him whip me, I would have told them to see a doctor. Fast.
But here I was, my hands tied behind my back, my feet on the floor, back bent, my ass in the air, exposed. I was torn between twisting away before the next blow could come down and lifting myself up in anticipation. It was both pleasure and pain, more intense than anything I’d ever felt before.
He’d started out with the same cat o’ nine tails he’d used just a few days ago. Then he’d told me he was very upset with me and that if I didn’t apologize for not trusting him, then he’d punish me even more.
Now, face flushed with embarrassment and with heat and with excitement, I trembled on the edge of something huge.
His hand fisted in my hair as he bent over me and I felt the hand on the whip prodding me between my thighs.
“You’re being very stubborn today, Aleena.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” I said it automatically. I wondered if it should scare me that I found submitting to him so easy, but it didn’t. I didn’t do it anywhere but here and like this.
Dominic cocked his eyebrow, a faint smile curling his lips. His bright blue eyes had darkened to the deep blue of late summer sky. “And why are you sorry?”
“For being stubborn.”
He pushed the handle of the whip harder against me and abruptly, I realized it wasn’t accidental. I cried out as it slid easily against my sensitized flesh, between my wet lips, against my clit.
“You should trust me, Aleena.”
I swallowed, but said nothing. It hadn’t been a question, so I knew better than to answer.
He straightened and I braced myself for the whipping to start again. I didn’t know if I could take much more. My ass was already on fire, but at the same time, I wanted more. I didn’t understand what this man did to me, only that he knew things about me that I’d never imagined about myself.
Dominic turned me around, then sat me on the bed.
I cried out at the brush of my stinging flesh rubbing against the cool, slick texture of the sheets. He had stripped the bed down, made it ready for us with black silk sheets. I flinched in pain, then shuddered in ecstasy. I couldn’t tell just where on the line I rode just then, but I wanted more.
He held me upright, one hand cupped around my neck. It was surprisingly difficult to sit on silk sheets with my hands tied behind my back.
With his other hand, he slowly pulled down his zipper. “I’ve decided how I’m going to punish you, Aleena.”
The low, rough sound of his voice had a quiver running through me and I squirmed miserably. I wasn’t sure which was worse, the burn on the skin of my ass or the ache between my legs.
“You want to come?” he asked.
I nodded.
He freed himself and I watched, mesmerized as he wrapped his hand around his cock and started to stroke the thick shaft. I licked my lips.
He pressed the head of his cock to my mouth. “Open.”
I remembered the taste and weight of it all too well. He didn’t have to ask me twice. I parted my lips.
He fed me one slow inch, his hand steadying my head and making it clear who was going to control this. “I want you to suck on it.” He made a sound when I complied. “Now…swirl your tongue…”
He instructed me on how to suck his cock, each word like liquid sex dripping on my skin. His hips rocked back and forth, going from slow and lazy to deep and hard.
I flinched as he pushed too far and he immediately pulled back. I looked up, expecting disappointment. Instead, I saw the last thing I expected. Patient concern. I nodded and was rewarded with a flash of pride.
