by Angel Steel
As she exited from the bathroom, pulling on a pair of sweat pants, she glanced up and found both of them standing at the end of her bed. Dom shirtless, Joey, leaning against the wall, Oh, God have mercy!
Dom grinned wickedly at her as he slowly and painfully undid the button of his jeans.
Swallowing the whimper she wanted to let out, she pushed down the desire for him, moved towards the set of draws, and pulled out a t-shirt.
“You won’t need that, yet,” Dom said from behind her. Her body quivered at his voice and his close proximity.
Turning around, she faced him. “Excuse me?”
“Strip.” That was the only word he said to her.
She laughed. “I don’t think so, Dom. I have things to do this morning.” She lifted the shirt over her head, ready to pull it down over her body.
She was spun around to face Dom as he gripped her hips firmly, and Joey held her hands tightly above her head. Her breathing became faster, her body betraying her mind, wanting what was what was right in front of her.
Joey let go of one hand to remove the shirt from her body and then wrapped both of them around his neck, with him flush against her back. The movement caused her to push out her chest. Dom’s eyed darkened at what she did, and he flicked his tongue over her hardened nipple. She moaned at the sensation, and he pulled her waist against him, letting her feel how hard he was.
Lifting his head from her chest, he stepped back away from her. “Strip.”
Shaking her head no, she couldn’t answer.
“Last time, Chantal,” he growled.
She pushed Joey back to move further away from Dom, but he held her there, firmly. Dom looked past her to Joey and nodded. Oh, God! What was that for?
Joey released her bra, pulling it from her body and tied her hands to her back with it. What the hell?
Moving away from them completely, she panted, “What is going on?”
“This is your first lesson, Chantal,” Dom told her, as Joey moved to his side.
“First lesson for what?”
“Being submissive, that is what you are. We discussed this last night.”
Shaking her head at him, she growled, “No we didn’t. You just presumed that is what I am.”
Dom stepped in front of her. “Yes, we did. And you are, Chantal. This is the only chance you get. Do you want to use the safe word or not? If you do, this will stop now. And nothing will happen between us anymore.”
Her eyes flitted between them. “So, if I say it, nothing is going to happen today or tonight?”
“No, if you say it everything between you and I will stop now, and I leave and we go back to the way we were before I had the pleasure to be inside that beautiful body.”
Did she want that? Did she want to end everything now, just by saying that one word? No more Dom in her bed or in her body. Could she really say it? Could she let him walk out her front door and never return, just like that? But she didn’t like be told what to do, not one bit. If she wanted to be with Dom, completely, she needed to get over the whole ordering thing. She had to suck it up and see where this went between them.
Taking a deep breath, she nodded.
‘You can do better than that, Chantal. I need words.”
“No, I don’t want to use the safe word.”
Dom moved so quickly in front of her, she nearly lost her balance. His fingers wrapped around her nipple and pinched it hard, making her cry out.
“No what, Chantal.”
“No, Sir,” she whispered.
His fingers released her and his mouth covered her throbbing nipple, sending her from pain then pleasure.
“Good girl. Now, I want you to strip out of the clothes that you have left on and lay down on the bed. Joey will be sitting beside you.”
Yes, Sir,” she replied.
Pushing her pants and panties down her legs, she kicked them to the side and crawled up onto her bed and lay down, closing her eyes. She felt the bed dip to her left as Joey sat, and his fingers lightly stroked her forearm.
Then next noise she heard was that of a zipper being undone and she knew that it was Dom. Her eyes flew open when he touched her foot. She stared at him, there at the end of the bed, jeans undone and opened completely. She could see his throbbing cock, hard against his belly.
Swallowing, her eyes roamed up his beautiful body until they reached his eyes.
Joey started playing with her nipple, as she watched Dom push his jeans all the way off. Her eyes landed on his cock as he wrapped his own hand around himself and slowly began moving his hand up and down.
“First lesson is self-control. You cannot touch either of us or yourself. But Joey will be touching you. When he does, you are not allowed to come before me, if you do, I’ll stop and leave. Do you understand?” he said, still stroking his self.
How in the world was she going to do that? She had no self-control when it came to someone touching her, or if a guy was going to make himself come.
Releasing himself quickly, he pulled her down to the edge of the bed, placing her feet on the ground. “Spread your legs.”
Her body was shaking. She slowly opened her legs as wide as she could. Joey slid down to her hip and lightly traced up her leg and around her pussy. She sucked in a big gasp of air. Dom groaned and wrapped his hand around his hardness, watching what Joey was doing.
Her eyes never left Dom’s hand, as Joey’s moved around her clit, lightly rubbing and pinching. Her own hands were above her head. She wanted to move them and touch herself, or Dom, but she knew if she did, everything would stop.
Joey’s fingers opened her up and slid into her wet core. She arched her back off the bed at the feel of something hard inside of her, and both Dom and Joey groaned at what she did. She nearly smiled to herself, but Joey’s fingers stopped what they were doing and something long was inserted into her.
Glancing down her body, she saw Dom sliding a vibrator inside of her as Joey stood to the other side of her, with his cock out in hand. Damn, they were both going to stand there and come while I lay here? How was this even fair?
Dom’s hand was moving quickly over his erection. Joey was doing the same. Her core clenched the vibrator at the view in front of her. It was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. Watching one guy do it was hot, but having two do the exact same thing right there in her room, she was ready to take both of them, right then.
“This is so unfair, you know that right?” she moaned.
Dom slapped her lightly over her clit, causing the vibrator to shift inside of her. “Sorry, Sir,” she groaned out.
“This is not to be unfair, Chantal. It’s about control,” he gritted out.
“It’s cruel, Sir.”
Joey leaned forward and attached his lips to her clit, pulling lightly.
“Oh, God.”
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. As his sucking continued, her hands came down on their own accord. Realizing straight away what she had done, she quickly slammed them back up. She wasn’t going miss to out on this.
“Eyes on me, Chantal.”
Opening her eyes, she watched what he was doing. One hand was moving fast along his cock, his other hand was massaging his balls, and there sat several drops of pre-come on the end of his magnificent cock. Licking her lips, wanting nothing more than to taste him, she purred, “I want you in my mouth, Sir.”
He shook his head as Joey moved to her side, smiled down at her and held his erection to her lips. Her tongue shot out, swirling around the crown as his head fell back on his shoulders. As he slipped it into her mouth, the vibrator turned on and pushed further into her. Clenching her muscles over it, she wanted for it to be moving, but it only sat there. This was complete and utter torture, on her part. She needed more than what they were giving her. “Please, I need to come, Sir,” she mumbled around Joey’s hardness in her mouth.
“Not yet,” he ground out. Kneeling down on the bed between her legs as his hand was pumping faster, he removed the
vibrator and pushed two fingers inside of her. She was close. The tingling started at her feet, moving up her legs. Her pussy was pulsating and her breasts were heavy. She could not take much more of this.
Joey’s cock thickened in her mouth. Knowing that he was ready to release and not listening to what she was told anymore, her hands shot down and fondled his tight sack as she slid her mouth down the full length of him, and swallowed. Her throat gripped the head of him. “Damn it, Dom. Next time you can have her mouth on you. You better be close, man, the way she is gripping my cock I’m ready to explode,” he moaned out.
Smiling around him, she moved her fingers behind his balls and rubbed as she palmed him. Placing a little pressure on that exact spot had Joey slamming his erection forward and groaning out her name as he shot his come down her throat. After she swallowed every last drop of him, he pulled himself from her mouth and fell to the floor, panting heavy.
Dom continued pumping both his hands. His grip had tightened around his erection as his other moved faster and faster in her wet core. “You’re close, aren’t you, baby?” he whispered through gritted teeth.
“Yes, Sir,” she panted.
“I want you to watch me as I come all over you, darling.”
She opened her eyes as he shifted over her, twisting his wrist and hitting that magic spot deep inside of her as his fist pumped. His hips jerked forward and he moaned aloud as his release shot out and landed all over her lower stomach. Her walls clamped down on his fingers, wanting that release herself.
Out of nowhere, Joey latched onto her nipple and bit hard, forcing her body to bow off the bed. “Come now, Chantal,” Dom growled at her.
Screaming with the force of her release, her spine arched off the bed feeling like it was about to break in two. Her thighs squeezed his hand between them, but he was still moving his fingers inside of her, extending her orgasm.
“Oh my God,” she said between breaths.
Dom slid to the floor, and lightly kissed up her inner thigh and licked ever so slowly over her opening and up to her clit. She jolted from the contact. “The sweetest nectar,” he mumbled against her.
Joey lay down beside her as Dom stayed where he was. “That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen, Chantal. Damn,” Joey said as he kissed her mouth. Dom crawled up her body, trailing kisses with him until he reached her mouth. Sliding his tongue over her lips, tasting herself on him, she closed her mouth over his. His semi-erect cock lay over her thigh, and she felt it twitch. Grinning to herself, she moved her hand down her body and was about to wrap it around him, but he was off her in a flash.
Joey stood to the side, pulling on his jeans, as Dom did the same at the end of the bed. Frowning, she leaned up on her elbows. “That’s it?”
“That’s all you get for today,” Dom replied, and moved into her ensuite. She watched his retreating back until he closed the door. You have got to be kidding me, really?
Glancing down at the vibrator that was sitting in between her legs, she contemplated whether to grab it or not. She never got the chance, as it was removed from her bed and taken away.
She glared at Dom when he re-entered her room. “And who is going to stop me from doing what I want?”
Dom leaned down over her, a hand on each side of her face, lightly stroking his thumb along her cheek. “I will, Chantal. If you get yourself off, I will know, and you will be punished for it,” he told her with a stern voice.
Glancing at Joey, she wanted to wipe the smug look of his face. “What would the punishment be?”
“Could be many things, Chantal. All depending on my mood at the time. Are you going to go through with it?”
Shaking her no at him, she decided maybe she needed to rethink that thought. Straightening, he held out his hand to her. She slid off the bed and stood right in front of him, and he pulled her flush against him. “Every single one of your orgasms belongs to me, no one else. Now, since you have things to do today, so do I. Go have a shower and I will drop you off,” he said as he turned her around and slapped her bare ass. Hissing in a breath, she spun around and faced him. Raising his eyebrow at her, he waited for the smart ass remark to come out, but she swallowed it down. Well, two could play that game, she thought.
“Yes, Dom. I do have things to do today,” she gritted out and then walked into her bathroom, slamming her door. Dom’s laughter echoed through the door. “Asshole,” she mumbled as she stepped into the shower.
How was she going to hold off not releasing on her own? That was just wrong and cruel on his part. Washing her hair and body quickly, she jumped out and dried. Dropping the towel where it was, with a smirk on her face she walked out into her room. Looking around the room, and noticed she was alone.
Well, if he was going to control her releases, she sure as hell was going to drive him up the wall, setting his blood on fire. Opening her closet door, she found the outfit she wanted to wear. Throwing it onto her bed, she removed her lingerie from the draw and slipped it on. She knew deep down with this outfit the punishment was sure to come sooner rather than later, once he seen her in the outfit. If he wanted to torment her in his ways, she was going to do the same to him, the only way she knew best. Flaunting her figure, the best she knew.
Once she had on the see through black lace panties and bra, she slid on the stockings and garter belt, and the thin, tight, short black faux leather skirt was next. The split up the side showed enough skin as it was, until she moved and it opened further revealing the garter belt. The dark purple blouse zipped up to under her bust line, giving great cleavage. Fluffing out her hair, she applied a light amount of makeup, and slipped on her six-inch heels. She sauntered out of her room to see how much damage she could do with what she was wearing.
Chapter 26
As Dom dropped Chantal off at her shop, he was surprised that he held it together as well as he did. The outfit that she wore nearly killed him when she stepped into the kitchen. The groan that Joey let out mimicked his own, but was not as loud. He knew exactly what she was doing, and had a feeling she did it on purpose to get his blood boiling. It didn’t take much on her part to do that to him, all it took was being in the same room as her.
The damn skirt she wore rose as she entered his truck. Every time she crossed or uncrossed her legs, it moved further up. Her fingers stroked over the hem, and though she never once faced him, he knew she had a smile on her face as she looked out the window.
As he pulled up out front of her shop, she hopped out so quickly that he got a glimpse of what was under that damn skirt. Why of all days, when she has to go into her shop, would she wear that outfit, and especially with a bloody thong under it? Gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles, he was tempted to park and storm in there and show her exactly what she had done to him, but he couldn’t.
Lee Anne had sent a text message saying he needed to come into the office. One of the newest clients was being difficult, and he was the best at dealing with finicky clients. Great, I don’t want to deal with this right now. Sending a quick text off the Chantal, telling her he would be back around lunchtime to pick her up, he pulled away from the storefront and drove towards Elite Inc.
As he pulled into the parking bay of the office, he noticed Marcus’s truck and two bikes belonging to the twins. What was going on? Walking through the door, he heard loud voices coming from the main conference room. Pushing open the door, he immediately realised the twins were in a heated discussion with Lee Anne. Marcus sat back with his hands behind his head and a smirk over his face.
“What is going on here?” Dom growled towards them.
Placing her hands on her hips, Lee Anne spoke, “The new client wants a couple for the next meeting.”
Ok. There wasn’t anything wrong with that. “Ok, the twins can do that, there’ve done that before,” he said as he stood near the table.
Walking over towards him, she explained, “No, they don’t want a male/male couple. They want a female/male couple. Maria is fine in doing that.
But it’s who they want as the male that’s a problem.”
He looked at Jonathan and Christian, then towards Marcus. Just by the look he had over his face, Dom knew he was not going to like where this conversation went.
“Well, Marcus can do that, or Bradley or Stephen. They have all done it more than once.”
“They don’t want them. They asked for you and Maria,” Lee Anne whispered.
“I don’t do couple meetings, Lee Anne. I’ll work with any of the boys with a client, but that is it.”
“There lays the problem, Dom. The client said if you don’t participate in the meeting, they will expose what we actually do here.”
“Who the hell is this client?” he shouted.
Lee Anne walked over, removed a folder from her messenger bag, and handed it to him. Glancing over the folder, he had no clue as to who the woman was. “Who is she?”
“Her name is Renee Lawson. Lives at Greens View. Single mother, daughter is four years old. Newly divorced. Heard about you from another client, so that is why she asked for you and Maria.”
“I have no clue as to why she asked for me,” he answered as he sat down. This was ridiculous. And who out of his clients would tell her about him. He heard about the gossip going around but not one of his clients stood up and admitted anything. He needed to know who gave her his name, and why she was so adamant to have him and Maria there.
And why if he said no to her, would she come out and expose his workplace? Shit! He didn’t need this right now. “Arrange the appointment with her. I will go over with Maria about the whole couple thing.” Stomping towards the door, he stopped at what Lee Anne said next.
“The meeting is set for the 19th of April. Tickets for the charity ball that she will be attending are in the folder. She would like both of you to be there.”
Spinning around, he questioned, “Where is the charity ball being held?”
Lee Ann flicked through the paperwork. “It’s held at the Sanders’ estate. Is there a problem with where it is?”
“No, there’s not. Contact her and let her know that we will be both attending.”
