Hope blew out a whoosh of air. “I think this conversation calls for more than coffee.” She got up and walked over to the refrigerator. “White wine?”
“Hell yes. A large one. A very large one.”
While Hope uncorked the bottle, Ruth retrieved some glasses from the cupboard.
Seated once again, Hope answered her question. “The way I see it, both Dominic and Ethan have a…colorful past. What happened between us was a one-time thing. Ethan has always been the love of my life, always will be. Dominic was fun. Plus he’s crazy about you. Anyone with half a brain can see that.”
Ruth swirled her wine around the glass. “I couldn’t see that.”
“You need to talk to him. Not easy, I know, but if he means that much to you, ask him. Talk to him about what you want. He’s a good guy, Ruth.”
She knew that. She would speak to him. It was the only way to be certain and squash the doubts. A weight lifted and she felt lighter. Happier. She was an adult. She could handle a talk about sexual boundaries.
“Maybe you could tell him about your abduction fantasy.” Hope winked.
She groaned. “Don’t even joke about that. Tell him I think about being taken by force, tied up and fucked by a stranger? Uh huh. He would definitely think I’m some kind of weird sexual deviant and run screaming.”
She’d be horrified if he ever found out about that deep, dark fantasy. Forced seduction was a taboo.
“You never know.”
They sipped their wine. Ruth mulled over asking Hope the question burning a hole in her gut. She decided to stop being a prissy pussy and ask. “Hope?”
“Hmmm?”
“What was Dominic like?”
Color once again rose in Hope’s cheeks. “Magnificent. Really amazing. Not like my Ethan, of course. But I felt he was holding back. Keeping something in. After what you’ve told me, I think Dominic gets his kicks from the…you know…darker side of sex.”
Darker side of sex. The thought sent shivers down her spine, raised goose bumps on her skin.
“All I can say is you are one lucky gal.” Hope raised her glass. “Here’s to hot men and amazing sex.”
Ruth thought about Dominic naked, finally having his cock inside her, being on her knees able to taste him as she’d imagined so many times.
She raised her glass in response. “Hot men and amazing sex.”
Chapter Six
Ruth settled back naked on her bed. The video loaded on her computer and she hit the play button. A tall, dark-haired man wearing a leather mask forced his shaft into woman’s mouth. She sat on her knees, hands chained behind her back. They were in a dungeon packed full of kinky playthings. The man fisted her long blonde hair before dragging her head closer to his crotch.
“Oh yeah, baby. That’s it. Suck me. Take it all. Good girl. Suck that cock.”
Ruth rubbed her clit as she watched the BDSM porn she’d downloaded from the internet.
“Good little cocksucker. Get it all down your throat. That’s it. Ohhh, yeah.”
She rolled her eyes and withdrew her hand. For some reason the video wasn’t doing it for her. She knew the porn industry was aimed at men but she enjoyed watching some stuff. It got her juices flowing as she fantasized about being the one commanded.
Today it failed to arouse.
She hit the pause button and looked around the bed at her toys. Dominic had instructed her to start using the anal plug. So far she’d been too scared. She’d heard too many stories of anal injuries.
She’d done what he asked though—touched herself, waited until her pussy was wet then played with her ass. The sensations were strange. Not unpleasant. Different. But she hadn’t worked up the courage to use the plug.
“Relax. Calm down. Think about Dominic.” She willed her muscles to loosen and cleared her mind.
Closing her eyes, she fantasized Dominic was there with her. He touched her, caressed her breasts, palmed them roughly before tweaking her nipples.
She moaned. Oh yeah, that felt good. Her breasts swelled, nipples beaded. She pinched them and moisture dampened her slit.
You have a pretty pussy. I want to see how wet you get for me. I’m going to taste you, Ruth.
She lay on her back and imagined him inching down, placing soft, openmouthed kisses on her skin. She didn’t usually care for oral sex but thinking about his tongue lapping at her cream, bringing her to orgasm, tightened her body.
Her thighs parted and she stroked herself, rubbed the juices around her swollen nether lips.
She opened her mouth to gasp but nothing came out, her pussy so sensitive to touch, she almost came from a few gentle strokes.
Now would be the perfect time to try the anal toy. She didn’t want to disappoint Dominic after he’d given her instructions. She reached for the bottle of lube and dribbled some onto her hand, down her slit and over the opening to her ass.
She hissed and shivered as the cool liquid hit heated skin. Her heart hammered. She could barely swallow.
Relax.
In some respects, she wished he were here to help her. Guide her through the process. When he commanded her to do things, she didn’t feel quite so scared.
Grow a pair. It’s just a damn butt plug.
She picked up the plug and applied a generous covering of lube. She closed her eyes again and thought about Dominic. The broad expanse of his chest. The heavy erection he always seemed to sprout when she was around. His tattoos. The sexy edge to his voice when he gave her sexual commands. The dark, lustful fire in his eyes when he looked at her.
“Hmmm.”
Ruth positioned the plug at the entrance to her ass and pushed the soft silicone slowly inside. Resistance made her pause. She gritted her teeth at the sensation of pressure.
“Relax, Ruth. Just relax.” The pep talk did nothing to calm her nerves.
She could do this for Dominic. He wanted to fuck her ass at some point. And she wanted him to. She’d be fine once she got over the initial preparation period and once she stopped freaking out at the thought of having something stuffed in her ass.
If he were here, his voice would soothe her. Coax her.
Maybe she should call him?
No, she couldn’t.
Could she?
His voice would reassure her. She needed it. Needed him.
With one unlubed hand, she reached for her cell phone and hit his number. Nerves jingled in her stomach as she waited for it to connect. She probably looked ridiculous lying here, butt-naked, sex toy lubed and ready.
“Hello.” Electricity snapped in her veins as his voice rumbled in her ear.
“Hi, it’s Ruth.”
“I know. Are you okay?” There was no mistaking the concern in his tone.
Her heart melted. The bad boy with a protective side. Damn, she was sooo lost.
“Urmm, I’m good. Are you busy?”
“Not really.”
“Are you alone?”
Silence. She waited a moment before he continued, “No. But I can be.”
Ruth whispered, “Can you please go somewhere private?”
“Why?”
Heat blossomed in her cheeks. “Because I started to use the butt plug you gave me and I got scared. I need some help.”
“Gimme one minute.” The phone went dead.
Jeez, how embarrassing. She wanted to curl up in fetal position and die. He must think her an inexperienced idiot. Maybe it hadn’t been a good idea.
Ya think?
Her phone vibrated. She let it ring a few times, composed herself before answering it. “Hello?”
“Tell me exactly what you are doing right this second.” The protective tone was gone, replaced by a dark, domineering one.
“I’m…” She swallowed, moistening her throat before she answered. “I’m lying on my bed. I’ve been touching myself.”
Oh god.
“Are you naked?”
“Yes.” Butt-naked and regretting she’d called him in the middle of a wo
rkday. What had she been thinking?
“Good girl.”
She relaxed. The tension in her muscles drained away. “I’m sorry for calling you, I…it’s… I tried using the plug like you told me to and got scared. I think I need some guidance.” She scrambled to qualify her words. “Um, I mean I know where it goes and stuff but it’s…”
“Stop babbling, Ruth.”
She closed her mouth.
“Why are you scared? Have I asked you to do something you are not comfortable with? If so, you have to tell me.”
She clutched the phone tight. “No. No. It’s not that.”
“Then what is it? Don’t be afraid to tell me, Ruth.”
“I’m not sure what I’m doing. I’ve read so many stories about tears and complications. I’m a little scared.” She felt stupid voicing her fears but at least they were out in the open.
“Do you trust me?” His manner softened.
“Yes.” And she did.
“When I fuck your ass, there will be a little pain but it will mostly be pleasure. When my cock is inside your ass, you’ll beg for more. Now, you’re naked?”
Juices soaked her pussy lips. Her clit throbbed with need. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Dominic.”
“Do you have your plug there?”
She gripped the base of the plug. “Yes, Dominic.”
“Good girl. Is it lubed?”
“Yes, Dominic.”
“Are you ready?”
Although he couldn’t see her, she nodded. “Mmm-hmm.”
“What? I didn’t hear you.” The sharp edge of chastisement straightened her spine.
“I’m ready, Dominic.”
“Push the toy into your ass slowly. Think about me bending you over and sliding my cock inside you. You haven’t seen me naked yet, have you, Ruth?”
“No.” She did as he commanded, pushed the toy slowly into her lubed opening. She nibbled her lip and focused on his voice. The plug stopped, meeting once again with resistance.
She mewled in frustration.
“Focus on me, Ruth. Forget the mechanics of how it fits and focus on me. Have you fantasized about my cock?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me. Tell me what you’ve imagined while you work the plug into your tight ass.”
She moved the plug in and out. Twisted and turned. “I’ve thought about you hot and hard inside me. Pulsing. Making me come over and over as you fuck me.” The words flowed from her as she worked the toy past the ring of muscle and into her ass.
Ruth gasped and almost let the phone slip from her hand.
“How long have you fantasized about me, Ruth? Days? Weeks?”
“Months. Since the first time I saw you.” Her muscles stretched around the plug, contracted, sucked the silicone in farther. The intense pressure stole her breath.
She wanted something in her cunt, something to fulfill the overwhelming need to be stuffed to the hilt.
“Is the plug all the way in, Ruth?”
“Yes, Dominic.”
“Does it hurt?”
Did it? No. Strangely, now that she was relaxed, it didn’t hurt. “No.”
“How do you feel?”
“Slutty. Naughty.” She nibbled her lower lip and added, “Like I need your cock in my pussy.”
He sucked in air, practically hissed through the phone. “Naughty girl. I wouldn’t be able to resist fucking you. I’d pull your hair and slap your ass until it blushed pink.”
“Dominic!”
She wanted to come. The plug brought her close to the edge. Every movement forced it farther inside her ass. Her fears were gone. She didn’t care if he thought her a slut. What mattered was the delicious tension beating between her thighs. A few rubs of her clit and she’d fly apart.
“Come for me. Leave the plug in your ass and touch your clit. Are you wet? I bet you are.”
“Yes, I’m wet.” She scissored her fingers down her slit, pulled her lips apart and worried her clit. Sparks of pleasure ignited her nerve endings. Her ass throbbed around the toy. “I’m so close to coming.”
How had he done this? Brought her to the edge so quickly and with only his voice? Ruth panted, rubbed faster and harder.
Almost there.
“Then come. Come for me, Ruth. Let me hear you. My dick is so hard for you right now. Show me I’m not the only one feeling this turned-on. Come for me now.”
The word now rumbled out as a guttural command. The orgasm hit her like a speeding train.
“Fuck!” Pleasure shot through her veins like a drug. Her pussy contracted. She wished Dominic were inside her. She wanted to feel his cock swell as she milked him.
She panted, rode the waves of orgasm as they bowed her spine and tightened her muscles.
“Dominic. Dominic.” She chanted his name as her overloaded hormones returned to normal.
“You’re such a naughty girl. You know that?”
Amusement laced his words and she couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t tell anyone.”
“Go take a bath. Get cleaned up. Be gentle when you take out the plug. It’s going to hurt a little and you’ll probably feel sore but that’s perfectly normal. There shouldn’t be any bleeding but if there is, let me know.”
She blushed. Having mind-blowing orgasms was one thing, talking about aftercare embarrassed her. It did show he was a responsible, caring Dominant though. “Yes, Dominic.”
“See you soon, naughty girl.” He hung up.
Ruth fussed with her hair and looked around the room. Everything was still the same yet she felt different. Sexier. Confident.
She rolled over and groaned. Now that the heat of passion had passed, she had to figure out a way to get the butt plug out. Maneuvering herself off the bed, she tentatively walked into the bathroom and turned on the faucet, let the tepid water run over her hand.
She looked at herself in the bathroom and grinned. Dominic Sullivan was everything she’d ever imagined. She couldn’t wait to find out what he had planned next.
* * * * *
Dominic gripped the edge of his desk and clenched his teeth. His dick twitched. He was hard as steel. He could hammer nails and not cause any damage.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Usually, a few calming thoughts and his erection would abate. Not this time. There was only one solution.
He stalked out of his office, winced as the zipper of his jeans bit into the head of his cock, and headed to the john.
“Hey Dom. I got some figures for you to look at. Really need to get them over to the accountant or he will—”
He snapped his head in Ethan’s direction and barked, “Not now.”
Ethan’s eyes widened and he shrugged. “Okay. Later.”
Dominic barged into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. He leaned against it, closed his eyes and thought about Ruth naked, hot and wet, butt plug stuffed in her ass. Pussy begging to be fucked.
His cock jerked.
“Jesus. For fuck’s sake.” He ripped down his zipper, flicked open the button and lifted his cock out. It felt good to be free of the confines of his pants. Spitting in his hand, he palmed his cock and gave the shaft a few harsh tugs.
“Oh yeah.”
He relived her moans and sobs. The delicate, almost breathless way she whispered his name. He stroked his cock fast, hard and rough.
Her face swam into focus. Her soft hands jerking him off, making him come. He couldn’t wait to get inside her, feel her clench around him. He’d introduce her to anal sex, tie her up and work his cock into her ass. Hear her whimpers as he gave her the first anal orgasm of her life. His balls ached, tightened and drew up.
“Fuck.” He growled, grunted and slowed his strokes as he came in his hand. “Dammit.”
Ruth drove him bat-shit crazy with need. He hadn’t come this quick in years. He was always in control. He only came after bringing his partner to multiple orgasms. Now she had him jerking off in the bathroom like a sc
hoolboy with a hair-trigger.
Jesus Christ. He laughed. He really was head over heels for her.
A box of tissues sat by the sink and he grabbed a handful before wiping himself clean. He stuffed his cock back into his pants.
Whether she knew it or not, she was his. He loved sex but it was time to claim her, leave her in no doubt he wanted more than the games they’d been playing.
Resolve set, he knew exactly what his next move would be.
Chapter Seven
Ruth glanced over at Dominic. Nerves jangled, making her stomach turn somersaults. Dom had shown up on her doorstep with another box. He’d asked to come in without observing any pleasantries.
She hadn’t heard from him in days. They’d both been busy with work. Now here they were, sitting on her couch.
“So what brings you here, Dominic?”
What was he doing here? Her gaze traveled discreetly to the box. She’d never been able to wait for surprises. Patience wasn’t one of her virtues. Her pussy clenched. What treats did he have in store for her today?
“I have a present for you.”
She blinked and swallowed hard, thinking about the last box of presents he’d given her. A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine. “You have to stop giving me gifts.”
He leaned forward, brushed at a lock of her hair. “You’re mine, Ruth. I can do what I damn well want.”
The soft yet commanding words made her want to moan. She squeezed her thighs together as her clit throbbed. Intensity burned in his eyes. There was something dangerous about him tonight. Something barely leashed below the surface.
Her nipples tingled.
She was one sick puppy.
“So, what’s in the box?”
He lifted the lid and placed the box on her lap. “See for yourself.”
Rummaging through the plain tissue paper, her hands curled around a small hard, plastic object. She traced the oval shape. She knew what it was. She’d seen them online. Her pulse raced. Desire slammed into her stomach, curled low and hot.
“Take it out.”
She lifted the vibrating egg from its confines. There was nothing else in the box.
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