by Angel Steel
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
She looked at Joey, and he nodded towards her. “Yes, Sir.”
“Is there anything else you would like to know for now?”
Glancing between Joey and him, she asked, “Um, why me? Don’t you have willing subs at your beck and call?”
“I do. But I want you. I have wanted you from the first day I met you. You are nothing like the subs I know, and I know you will fight me on everything possible, which I like about you. I don’t want some sub that will do as I say at a drop of a hat. I want some fight from a sub, and you will do that exact thing.”
It was going to be hard to follow orders from someone other than herself. The thought of someone doing that scared her, but also sent a thrill through her.
She couldn’t believe that he wanted her, after all these years he had been holding himself back from her, with this. She had never called anyone that, but there was a first for everything. She couldn’t see herself being submissive, so that was a first, too.
“Next, you need a safe word.”
“Safe word?” she whispered, as Dom removed her gown. His eyes roamed over her body, and the same quiver from before was back.
A devilish grin appeared over his face. “You are so beautiful, Chantal.”
She blushed at his words. She wasn’t in the best shape. She had a little fat on her, on her hips, and her stomach. She had meat on her bones, as she was told by several men.
Standing beside her, he trailed his fingers down her arm and lingered near her belly. “Safe word, Chantal.”
Safe word. Safe word. I’m supposed to think of a safe word, when his hands are on me!
“Chantal!” His hand trailed further down her body, and drew circles on her hipbone.
“Um, firefly.”
He lightly slapped her over her clit, making her gasp out at the contact. Shit!
“Firefly, Sir.”
******
Smiling down at her, Dom moved to the end of the bed and pulled her to the edge. “Use firefly if this gets too rough for you, or you’re unsure about anything. I will stop straight away. Now, this is only for you, we will work on the rest tomorrow.” Spreading her legs apart, he groaned at the site in front of him. His eyes darkened as he watched a fresh well of juices escape from between those soft, pink lips.
The urge to taste her from the source took over and he started to kiss his way up her thigh. A soft, muffled moan escaped from her, as he introduced his tongue to her leg, and then slowly finished the journey to her cleft. Moving closer, sliding his hands along the insides of her thighs, he spread them wider. He leaned back a little, basking in the wonderful view of her completely exposed pussy, before he moved forward, tongue extended, to drink from her.
Her body writhed as the tip of his tongue made its first tactile foray along her outer lips. Gently easing them apart, he licked up the full length of her sex, hovering over her clit, before retracing his steps to the base. Leaning further over, he slid his hands under her buttocks, grasping them hard and forcing her up, pushing his tongue deeper inside of her. Her moans grew stronger, and he licked more vigorously, drinking in her juices as fast as he could, holding firmly on her ass so the pressure never ceased. His tongue took one more circuitous pass around her pussy before he clamped his lips down on her fully erect and throbbing clit.
“Dom,” she moaned out. He glanced up her body, and although she said his name, her eyes were on Joey in the corner. He needed to change that. Joey was only going to be around for a short time.
Joey’s groans echoed his own, as Chantal’s back arched and a long moan erupted from the depths of her body and he clamps her ass even harder with his hands as she rides the wave of pleasure.
Levering himself off the ground, he looked fondly down at her body. Rivulets of perspiration beaded on her skin and her breathing came in short, desperate gasps. He could not help but smile as he gazed across her. His cock was throbbing painfully against his jeans. He undid the top button, and her eyes landed at the opening. Her tongue darted out, licking the bottom lip, as her eyes clouded further. Holding back a moan, he moved to her side. “Although I said that this was for you only, I need your mouth on me,” he groaned out.
Sitting up slightly and leaning back, he slid closer to the edge, holding his hard erection in his hands, stroking, watching her eyes follow his every movement. The sound of a zipper came from behind, and he knew exactly what Joey was doing. Dom rubbed the head of his cock against those lush lips of hers, and her mouth opened, a velvet purse to receive his endowment.
Her silken lips gliding down his shaft are only equalled in pleasure by her hot, wet tongue over the tip of him. “Sweetheart, I can’t be gentle, this isn’t going to last long.” She nodded up towards him, and he rammed his cock to the back of her throat; the pleasure of pushing his cock into her mouth had never been so intense. His hips started pumping and he couldn’t rein in how fast they were going.
Her mouth tightened around him, and her moans vibrated down the length of his shaft. The physical sensation coupled with the sheer sight of his cock being buried in her mouth excited him beyond belief and he knew he could not hold out much longer. The tension in her throat told him that she sensed it, too. He felt a cry building within him. The tension in his loins broke and his orgasm rose to meet it. They were both expelled from his body in a dizzying rush that buckled his knees and snapped his head back in ecstasy.
He heard Joey groan out his own release behind him as she removed her mouth from him, and lay back down, with the sexiest grin of her face. Fixing his pants up, he sat down beside her.
“Jesus, I love your mouth around my cock,” Dom whispered to her.
Her eyes flashed to the clock. “I need sleep, Dom,” she said as she rolled over and cuddled the extra pillow on her bed.
He looked over at Joey as he stood and moved closer to the bed, glancing between him and Chantal, unsure what to say or do.
“Joey, its fine, stay with her. That is what she wants.” Picking up his shirt from the floor, he pulled it on, and moved towards the door.
“Dom, you can’t leave, again. You didn’t see the look on her face when you did it last time. It killed her that you weren’t here when she woke up.”
He never stayed over when he spent the night with anyone. As he looked at her curled up on her side facing Joey, he knew he wanted to wake to her. She was the only one he thought of first thing in the morning when he woke. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if I did it just this once.
He relented, and then both Joey and he removed their clothing and slid in on each side of her. He pulled the blanket up and covered her as much as he could. Dom situated himself on his side, and once comfortable, Chantal moved closer to him. He frowned at what she did, but Joey laughed.
Over Chantal’s still body, Joey whispered, “You’ve never stayed the night after, have you?”
Shaking his head, he couldn’t help but look down at her form. Though she faced Joey, her body was flush with his. He had no reason to stay after he spent a night with anyone, there was no point. The first and only time he had tried to stay the night, the girl got clingy. He hated that. Once he had collapsed on the bed after hours of sex, she wrapped her arms around him. He wasn’t used to it, and fled from her house as quickly as he could. Even all the girls he dated, he never once stayed over. Not even on the couch or a spare bedroom.
As he lay on his back, Chantal rolled over in her sleep and entwined hers legs with his. Joey started laughing again; the look on Dom’s face clearly displayed that he wasn’t used to anyone doing exactly what she had just done. His breathing grew heavy, with having her that close to him, and he wanted all of her.
Joey’s arm slid over the top of her and started pulling her away from him. Although he knew it was Joey, he didn’t like anyone touching what was his. “Don’t,” Dom growled.
Joey sat up slightly and raised his brow at him.
If he wanted to be with Chantal, he had
to get used to this with her. “Leave her. I can deal with it, Joey.”
Nodding, Joey lay back down. Dom lifted his arm from under his head and wrapped it around her, pulling her closer into him. It felt right, being where he was, weird but right. He tightened his grip on her, but not too strong that he would wake her. He wanted to savour this night wrapped in each other, because soon she would know the whole truth about him, and there was never going to be a night like it ever again between them. He was still shocked that she didn’t throw him out of her home after he told her that he was a Dom.
But he knew deep down the next part he had to say to her would tear them apart. There were no ifs or buts about it, once she knew the truth she would never want to see or talk to him again. That is why he wasn’t going to tell her yet, or anytime soon. He wanted as much time with her as he could get, and if this was the way he had to do it, he was going to keep his secret to himself.
Chapter 25
Leaving Chantal in bed with Joey this morning, wasn’t what Dom had in mind, but he had to go and have a chat with Nate about the date that he had requested off this week for his client. The arrangements had been changed from meeting at the Hyatt to the Four Seasons at the Gold Coast. He was pissed when told the news. He did not want to travel, let alone be away from Chantal for the night, but it had to be done, and he was glad that he wasn’t going alone.
As he pulled up in front of Nate’s garage, he could hear tools being thrown from one bench to another. Frowning, he jumped out and made his way quickly into the garage. Once inside, he stood still as a wrench went past him and hit the sidewall.
“Dude, what the fuck is going on?”
Nate turned around, breathing heavy. “Sorry,” he grumbled.
Slowly moving further in, he leaned against the closest car, and waited. After ten minutes of standing there, he finally asked, “Is everything alright?”
“Fuck no, it’s not,” he answered, while rubbing his face.
“Well what is it then?”
“This,” he replied as he handed him a small box. Glancing between Nate and the box he gave him, he opened it. “Nate, I love you like a brother, but I’m not marrying you, you’re not my type.” He tried to lighten the mood, but by the look on Nate’s face, it had not worked. Looking at the ring again, it clicked. “Isn’t this the ring you gave Skylar?”
Nate slid down the wall, with his face in his hands. “Yeah, it was.”
Walking over to the side of him, he sat. “What do you mean, it was?” He had a feeling the answer wasn’t going to be great.
“Skylar gave it back to me the other day, telling me she couldn’t marry me, and that it was over between the two of us.”
“What? You guys were happy. I thought you sorted everything out between the two of you.”
“I thought so, too. After she had her appointment with the therapist—and I have no clue as to what happened in there—she changed her mind,” Nate told him.
“Damn, bro. I’m sorry. Did she say anything at all as to why she ended it?”
Standing up, he walked towards the office and came back out with two beers. “At first she asked me if I agreed it was best that I go to see the therapist with her, I said that it was fine. Then I noticed that she didn’t have her ring on, and she told me she couldn’t do this, what we had between us, anymore. She doesn’t trust me at all, not one single bit. She needs to work through everything that has happened, by herself. Also, that I have caused a lot of hurt for her with everything that I have done towards her. I know I screwed up, but what the hell does she think I have been doing? I haven’t slept with another person but her. I don’t go out. All I do is work, eat, and think of her every second of the day.”
“Maybe it is for the best; give her the space that she needs to figure out all this. Prove to her that what you did in the past will never happen again. I know you, Nate. We all fuck up once or twice in our life, but you have to make it better or you will lose her for good.” Why was he giving advice like that, when he needed to say the same thing to himself about Chantal?
“I’ll give her the space she needs, but I can’t let her go, Dom. I just can’t. I can’t sleep when I know she is over there all by herself. She won’t even answer any of my calls. It’s pissing me off that she won’t let me in. I agreed to go to counselling with her and sort this out between the two of us.”
“I know, mate. Maybe when Craig gets back from his trip, we can sit down with him and have a talk. It might help with him being around her.”
Nate finished his beer and threw it in the bin. “So, enough of my problems, what are you doing here? I gave you the day off since there wasn’t that much to do.”
“I need another day off. It was for the 15th of March, Friday, but now I need off Saturday, too. I’m seeing a client down at the Gold Coast for the evening and they requested two days. Pissed about the change, but its extra cash in my pocket.”
“Ok, let me just go over the book to make sure we aren’t busy.”
He followed Nate into his office, where flicked through his calendar. “We only have four cars that day, nothing I can’t do myself. If I get stuck, I’ll give Greg a call.”
“Thanks, Nate. I really appreciate you letting me do this.”
“It’s not a problem, Dom. We discussed this at the beginning. I know I’m not the best person to say this, but I will. I think you need to tell Chantal. I know you don’t want to admit it, but there is something between you two, and you can’t keep something this big from her, man. ”
“I know, but if I do, she will react like everyone else would, and that is why I haven’t told her yet, but I will in time.”
“Dom, I’ve known for a long time that you have wanted to be with her, but if you keep this to yourself too long and she finds out from someone else, it isn’t going to go down well for you. I’m looking out for you, brother. I don’t want you to lose the best thing that has happened to you, before you even have it, just because you couldn’t tell her. She will understand, you just have to explain to her about it better than you have with everyone else.”
“I will, Nate. Trust me, I will. She won’t find out from anyone but me, the timing needs to be right to tell her, and it’s not at this point, not yet. I want to build what we have together more before I tell her the news.”
“Ok, me personally, you need to tell her soon, but hey, this is your relationship, not mine.”
“Thank you, Nate. I’m heading out; have a gorgeous girl waiting for me to get back in bed with.” He laughed.
“Enjoy it while you can, Dom,” Nate said as he slapped him on the back.
Running for his truck and starting it up, he couldn’t stand another minute away from her. He needed to be close to her, in every way possible. Screeching down the street, he hoped to God that there were no cops around because he was breaking the speed limit to get back to her and in her bed, where he wanted to be. Today was going to the beginning of her training, he had a feeling she wouldn’t like what he had planned for her, but there sat the fun in it. He was hard and throbbing against his jeans, ready for what he had planned for her. He could not wait to start.
******
Chantal was in the kitchen making breakfast for Joey and herself. As soon as she felt Dom leave her bed, she got up, had her shower and waltzed into the kitchen. She couldn’t help the grin on her face. She was still shocked that Dom had stayed the night, and what was worse, that she had wrapped around him like a vice, not letting go. She hoped that was not why he left so early in the morning.
Once everything was cooked, she waited for the bread to toast, as she poured herself a cup of coffee. She was about to take a sip, when arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her against a hard chest. She leaned back as Joey’s lips travelled down her neck and back up to her ear. “Morning, babe.”
She turned around in his arms, and he picked her up and placed her on the bench, moving between her legs. She didn’t even get a chance to say morning as his mout
h came down over hers. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him flush with her body and felt his hardness against her core.
His lips moved from her mouth down to her throat, above her cleavage and up the opposite side of her neck. Whimpering as his hands moved her hips back and forth against him, her head fell back on her shoulders and hit the wall. Joey slid one of his hands up under her camisole and pinched her nipple, and a gasp sounded from her mouth at the sensation.
Releasing her, his other hand pushed the top above her other breast and he bent down, taking the hardened peak in his mouth. Gripping his shoulder with one hand, she slid the other in between their bodies, rubbing over his erection, as he continued nibbling on her nipple. Every time he bit harder, she rubbed harder through his boxer shorts. Before he went any further, he pulled his head away from her chest and leaned his forehead against hers, breathing heavy.
“I’ve never wanted anyone more than I do with you right now, Chantal. But we can’t keep doing this,” Joey whispered to her.
She frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”
“This was never going to last that long between us, it was only a little fun. You were never mine to begin with.”
“What are you talking about, Joey?”
“You have always belonged to Dom, babe. Everyone knows it.”
Pushing at his chest, she needed to get down and away from him. She didn’t belong to anyone.
“You’re wrong. I belong to no one but myself, and I sure as hell don’t belong to him, Joey,” she argued, shaking her head.
“Chantal, you and I both know it’s true, and so does he.”
She turned to leave the room and came up short as Dom stood in the doorway to her kitchen.
“Did I miss something here?” Dom asked, looking between the two of them.
“No, you didn’t,” she replied as she pushed past him and stormed off towards her room.
