by Moore, Jewel
“Say my name,” Dominic growled and pulled the hard nub into the warmth of his mouth and sucked firmly.
“God, Dominic, that feels…so good.”
“Tell me just how good,” he demanded, slipping his hand under her short, flared denim skirt and caressed her first through the gusset of her thong and then initiated flesh-on-flesh contact. “So slippery wet, my sweet. I want to taste your sugar.”
He slipped down further the chair, got between her legs and suited action to words. Chantelle gasped as he pushed the hood of her clit back and caressed the sensitive little bud with his tongue. She gasped again when he pushed a long, blunt finger deep inside her.
“Relax for me, honey,” he commanded, pressing it deeper as he continued to maul her clit. Chantelle brought her left hand up and bit down on her knuckles as he started to thrust back and forth. “Open wider for me, sweet. You’re still too tight to take me.”
He briefly used the edge of his teeth on her clitoris before pulling it into his mouth and rolling his tongue around it firmly. Chantelle’s mouth opened in a wide ‘o’ as he continued relentlessly. The pleasure was so intense it was painful and yet nothing had ever felt so…so… She shuddered unexpectedly into a toe-curling release.
“Yes, come for me, sweetheart.” Dominic’s voice was a mixture of approval and arrogance. She felt him fumble in his jeans pocket and then he sat up. She heard tearing and soft sound of him rolling the rubber in place. “That’s my girl.”
She had thrown her head back when her orgasm had slammed into her and had kept it there, too exhausted to move. Dominic cupped her face and gently moved her head back, so that their gazes met as he positioned himself between her legs.
“I want to see your eyes as I take you, sweetheart.” Chantelle held her breath as he reached downwards and rubbed the head of his erection against her entrance. She moaned when he pressed it inside her. When he pressed deeper, and deeper still, she couldn’t help but wince and turn her head away. She hadn’t anticipated his being this big—it felt like he was stretching her beyond her limits.
“Look at me, Chantelle,” he commanded, holding himself buried to the hilt inside her but still. She reluctantly obeyed. “Have you done this before?”
“No,” she whispered, embarrassed that he had discovered the secret she had tried to hide.
“So why didn’t you tell me, sweetheart?” He kissed her nose softly. “I would taken it slowly…been a bit more gentle.”
“It wasn’t that bad—” she began.
“I don’t want it to be ‘not bad’, I want it to be good,” he said with a touch of impatience. He withdrew slowly and thrust carefully back inside her. Her hips lifted of their own accord, rising to meet his forward thrust as he did it again and again. “I want it to be memorable.”
“I won’t never forget this, trust me,” she promised, wrapping her legs around his trim hips as the last of the stretching ache disappeared, leaving only pleasure in its wake.
***
“What about my car?” she protested half an hour later as he bundled her into the back of his limousine.
“That rust bucket is only fit for the scrap heap. I’m going to take you to choose another one in the morning.”
“I don’t need a new car!” This was getting out of hand fast! “Dominic, please be sensible. I don’t have off-road parking—I’ll probably wake up to find the car gone the next day.”
“Okay, at least let my mechanic look it over,” he conceded running his fingers through his hair, something she noticed he did when he was thoroughly frustrated. “I want you and your family out of that neighborhood as soon as possible!”
“Dominic, you can’t come into my life and just make changes to please yourself. Shawn and the girls go to school locally, they can’t be uprooted and transplanted somewhere else.”
“I’m sorry,” he pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head. “East London has such a bad reputation, I guess I overreacted at the thought of you and your sisters living there. Even Shawn’s not safe with all the postcode wars going on.”
“I know you mean well. I worry just as much about them, but they have been safe so far and I pray they will be for at least another year. Cerise is doing her GCSEs next year. I don’t want to move her mid-year, but I’m already planning on getting her into a good sixth form college and to move, if I can afford to, so that Charmine can get into a better primary school. Shawn’s will off to university, so I don’t have to worry about him. They all have friends in the area they have grown up with. If we move they will have to make new ones. Cerise will find that tough because she’s shy. At sixth form college the students come from various schools, so she won’t be the only one who’s new.”
Dominic nodded in understanding and enquired, “The house has four bedrooms?”
“Three. I share with Cerise and Charmine.”
“Let me scout around for a larger property in the area then until you’re able to move.”
“Thank you.” She didn’t mind him doing that. The house was council property and the rent was very affordable, but with her generous new salary she could afford to pay a little more now, but she lacked credit history having never owned a credit card, taken out a loan or bought anything on hire purchase.
Sharing a room with a sister who was growing up fast and starting to borrow her clothes wasn’t ideal, neither was opening her eyes first thing in the morning and seeing a picture of the Little Mermaid painted on the opposite wall. Charmine also packed quite a snore for a girl her age.
***
Chantelle smiled as the mobile phone beneath her pillow vibrated.
Dominic! He had sent her several scorching texts on his way home the night before. She hadn’t been shy with her replies.
I need you now. L He’d texted.
You know I can’t. J She replied. Mum almost caught me last night!
It wasn’t that she had to answer to her mother, but alcohol seemed to have eroded her mother’s sense of decorum. If she knew that Chantelle had slept with Dominic, she couldn’t be trusted not to mention it at an inappropriate moment. Chantelle preferred that her sisters knew nothing—at least for the moment. As far as they were aware she’d met Dominic a week ago and she would hate for them to think it was okay to sleep with a man on such short acquaintance. They had a bad enough example in their mother.
Tell her you have to go into the office.
I don’t want to lie.
It won’t be a lie. I’ll meet you there at ten.
Chantelle bit her lip as she tried to decide what to do. She’d tried caressing herself under the covers before, but it had been restrictive with her sisters fast asleep on the double bunk on the opposite side of the room. It hadn’t been satisfying and she’d given up thinking that she was perhaps just not a sexual person. Dominic had blown that theory out the window when he had turned her on as easily as a light switch last night. The man’s tongue was lethal and after the initial discomfort, his thickness had created such a sweet pain she’d kept moaning his name as he had given her the full length of it with each thrust. Having to cut her pleasure short to get home at a respectable hour had been a pain in the ass.
Now he was offering her a chance to experience it all again.
How could she refuse?
Okay, she quickly typed. See you there.
Chapter Seven
Freshly showered, wearing glasses instead of contact lens and dressed in a simple ecru knit dress under a warm dark brown jacket with her hair tucked into a stylish brown suede cap, Chantelle felt a little nervous as she exited St Paul’s Station and headed towards the office. This was her usual casual look and an effective disguise if another work colleague spotted her going up to Dominic’s office, but she wasn’t sure that he would like the outfit.
The door at the side of the building which led to the private lift that went straight up to Dominic’s office opened as she approached.
Dominic stood dressed in a pristine white polo shirt, faded blue jeans and
a pair of casual, stylish black Italian leather shoes.
He pulled her inside quickly and kicked the door shut.
“I thought you’d never get here!” he growled bending his head and capturing her lips fiercely.
“You said ten,” she reminded him when he finally let her breathe again. “I got here a minute to.”
“I’ve been here since nine fifteen wearing out the carpet in my office.” He held her hand as he preceded her into the lift and stabbed at the ‘up’ button with an impatient finger. Then he turned and his wrapped arms around her from behind and nibbled on her neck. His hardness pressed into her like a bar of steel. “I’ve been like this since you left me last night!”
“Isn’t that dangerous?” she asked, playfully rubbing her behind against the thick ridge.
“Yes…for you,” he threatened.
Chantelle felt a thrill of fear and excitement as he hustled her quickly through his PA’s empty office and into his. The heady scent of roses hit her nostrils before she caught sight of the two large bouquets of roses adorning a low table next to the large sofa and a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice.
“When did you do all this?”
“About an hour ago,” he replied. “I brought the champagne. My florist delivered the roses.”
“Your florist?” Chantelle asked, her mood suddenly deflating. He must order flowers for dozens of women on a regular basis.
“My mother’s an artist and loves simple, beautiful things. I send her a bouquet of flowers twice a week. She protests the expense, but I know she enjoys them.”
“That’s so sweet.”
“I’m not sweet!” he growled fiercely, grasping her bottom and lifting her bodily as he marched to his desk and placed her on it. She wrapped her legs around his hips and shook out her Sisterlocks when he pulled the cap off her head. Running his fingers through the tiny strands, he complimented, “These are beautiful.”
“Thanks.” Then she mischievously ran her fingers through his lustrous black hair and said, “And so are your baby curls.”
“You’re asking for trouble,” he warned, stripping her coat off and slipping her high-heeled pumps. They barely made a sound as they hit the thickly-padded carpet.
“I can handle it,” she said confidently.
“I hope so.”
His response sent a tiny thrill of fear through her, but they had gotten past the awkward first time—she had nothing to worry about now.
He reached behind her and picked up a slender white box which she hadn’t noticed. The name of the jewelers discreetly embossed on the side was synonymous with style and elegance…and exclusivity. Viewing was reputedly by appointment only.
The diamond-encrusted panther almost blinded Chantelle as Dominic carefully undid the clasp of the slender platinum chain.
“A gift for the gift you gave me last night.”
Chantelle, awed by the beauty of the craftsmanship of the animal captured in full flight, finally found her voice and objected as he slid it around her neck, “But—”
“I called and arranged an extra early appointment this morning. Don’t let the jeweler’s hard work in helping me find just the perfect pendant be all for nothing.”
Chantelle felt torn as he slipped the shoulder strap of her dress down and freed her breast, then did the same for the other—she hadn’t worn a bra. The jewelry was exquisite and would be the first non-costume piece she owned, but should she accept it from him after sleeping with him? It wasn’t money, but the whole business smacked of—
“I also got the perfect clamps for these.” He twisted her nipple firmly, interrupting her thoughts and making her gasp as sensations flooded her entire body. “But first I’m going to shave you.”
“Shave me?”
“You haven’t shaved before?”
“No. I trim.” She had always worried about getting unsightly razor bumps.
“Good.” He pushed the dress and her thong downwards. She stepped out of them as they pooled at her feet. “If you’ve never shaved before, you will feel everything more intensely.”
It was bizarre to have him lead her by the hand, as naked as the day she was born, while he was still fully clothed.
At least I have my glasses on, she thought in amusement.
And his gift. She remembered belatedly.
He’d already laid a large, fluffy, white towel on the marble countertop and had a new razor, shaving cream and lotion to hand.
“Wow! Talk about being prepared!” She tried to pull her hand free of his. “How often do you do this?”
“Stop it!” He commanded, tightening his grip and holding her captive. “I flew all the way to the Bahamas last week to conclude some business and end my relationship with the woman I was seeing there. I couldn’t even give her one last fuck because all I could think of was you!”
“Oh, Dominic!” Warmth filled her every pore—she’d worried so much about being just another body to him.
“Are you happy now?” He was clearly not pleased that he had let her rattle his cage.
“I am,” she admitted, wrapping her arms around his neck and standing on tip-toe to kiss him.
He kissed her briefly and then smacked the left cheek of her behind smartly. “Enough of that for now. Time to get you shaved.”
He lifted her up onto the countertop and positioned her to his satisfaction. “Your legs will look gorgeous in stirrups.”
“I can’t ride.”
“I meant medical stirrups,” he said, matter-of-factly.
“What?” Chantelle sat up, ready to run for her life.
“Steady, now,” he soothed, pushing her back against the towel. “You will enjoy playing doctor with me.”
“I heard that billionaires were kinky, but—”
“We’re no more kinky than other men.” He made the first careful swipe with the razor. “We simply get to live out most, if not all, of our fantasies.”
***
“You have such a pretty pussy, you shouldn’t hide it.” Dominic spun her to the left so that she could see the newly-shaven mound in the mirror. She won’t exactly call it pretty, but he must have seen quite a few in his time, so if he said it was pretty, then who was she to disagree. “Now keep your eyes there and watch me eat you.”
Chantelle watched as he slowly lowered his head to her suddenly plumper-looking clitoris and flicked it with his tongue. The sight was so erotic she couldn’t tear her eyes away, even if he hadn’t instructed her to keep looking. He placed his thumbs on either side of her nether lips and spread them softly.
“Beautiful.” He took the nub of flesh between his and tugged gently.
“Ooooh!” Chantelle reached downwards with both hands and grasped fistfuls of his hair as she tried to pull him away and yet she circled her hips and raised herself to offer him better access. He was right about being more sensitive shaved—she doubted that she would be able to wear her thong home.
“Tease your nipples.” Dominic disentangled her fingers and placed her hands on her breasts.
Her nipples were already standing at attention, but Chantelle did as he requested, lifting her head and holding his gaze as he ate her.
“Oh God, I’m going to come,” she moaned as he slid a finger inside her and held it still as he worked on her clit.
“Come for me, baby.” With that Dominic added a second finger, stretching her tightness briefly before starting to thrust them back and forth. Chantelle’s body immediately went taut. A moment later she found release. Dominic replaced his tongue with thumb of his other hand as he straightened to watch her come apart. “Yes, baby. Come for me.”
She was dimly aware of Dominic lifting her off the towel and taking her back to his office. He placed her facedown on his desk. The cool surface was unforgiving against her erect nipples, abrading them so they peaked further. She heard the sound of him quickly stripping behind her and turned her head to watch him. His body was surprisingly hairless—she couldn’t tell if it was
natural or not—and his impossibly broad shoulders narrowed to a trim waist and a six-pack she envied. Her eyes widened at the sight of his erection as he rolled a condom onto it.
“Oh my God, did I take all of that last night?” she gasped.
“You did.” He laughed, moving out of her line of vision as he got behind her. He reached under her and molded her clit as he entered her slowly, withdrawing to thrust forward more deeply, and then again. “Every inch, baby.”
“Enough.” Chantelle moaned and raised herself slightly off the desk to escape his relentless invasion. In this position he was going deeper than he had the night before.
“Come back here,” he commanded, using his feet against hers to widened her stance and bring her further down onto him. Chantelle moaned as he buried himself to the hilt. She grabbed the sides of the table and braced herself as he tilted her behind upwards and started to thrust. “Press your sweet ass back onto me, baby.”
The desk chafed her nipples more aggressively as she moved to comply. She moaned as Dominic came forward to meet her backward move.
“Now back it harder,” he ordered and slapped the right cheek of her behind hard enough to sting. Yet all she felt was an increase of the maddening sensation in her clit and deep inside her where his erection was pulverizing her passage. He slapped her behind on what felt like the exact spot and she tilted herself even further upwards to take him impossibly deeper. Moments later her body clenched his erection as she came again. Instead of giving her a moment to ride the orgasm solo, Dominic held her hips firmly and pressed past her tightening muscles, pounding into her until he found his release.
Collapsing onto her, his weight crushing her into the desk, he said fiercely in her ear, “Yes, baby. Every inch!”
He was heavy, but it was pleasant to be squashed under his bulk, she realized. All too soon, he straightened and rolled her onto her back. His cock had subsided somewhat after his release, but it was rapidly twitching into hardness again. She closed her eyes and waited as he went to discard the protection.
She kept them closed as he returned and slid slowly back inside her. With her eyes closed it felt as though he took forever to reach to the hilt—he must be at least eight inches long.
