Catching Lily (Spring Training Book 2)

by Becca Jameson

  “Rowen’s sister, Sasha.”

  Dominic cringed as Lincoln took long quick strides to reach the woman.

  Obviously Sasha wasn’t an expected guest.

  Dominic turned back toward Lily. “I think you’ve been educated enough for one night.” He brushed the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. “Trust me?”

  She nodded, her lips parting and her face flushing. “What is the room for?”

  “Us.” He watched her face closely, making sure she was ready for the next step. “Did Kerry go through the house rules?”

  “Yes. And I read the waiver when I arrived.”

  “Good. So you’re clear on safewords? Red is your universal safeword. If you need me to stop at any time for any reason, use it.”

  She nodded, fidgeting in her spot.

  “Close your eyes.” He let his voice deepen, slipping further into that commanding tone her body always responded to.

  She obeyed, swaying slightly toward him.

  He pulled the thin black blindfold out of his pocket and settled it over her eyes.

  Her lips parted as if to speak.

  “Trust me.” He tapped her nose.

  She closed her mouth and lowered her face to the floor, assuming a position of submission that went straight to his cock. “Yes, Sir.”

  He took her hand and led her away from the scene.

  Subtle voices surrounded them as they walked farther down the hallway.

  Eventually, Dominic took a right turn, pulling her with him. When the door snicked shut at their backs, she flinched.

  There were no sounds. No voices. No music. Nothing. “Hands clasped behind your back, baby.”

  She gripped one wrist as if they’d done this hundreds of times, instead of only a few. Her feet spread apart at the same time. She lowered her face, keeping her shoulders back. She had been studying. For him?

  “God, you’re amazing. So ready for me. So eager.” He reached for her blouse and slowly eased every button out of its hole.

  She lifted her head and turned it in both directions.

  “No one can see us. We’re completely alone. The door is locked.”

  She nodded, swallowing hard, and then she let her head dip back toward the floor.

  When he eased the blouse down her arms, she didn’t move her hands. He reached immediately for the front clasp on her bra and popped it open. The straps slid down to meet her blouse.

  He stepped back.

  Her breasts swelled. Her nipples grew to sharp points he longed to lick.

  When the he reached to dance his fingers over her tits, she flinched. So damn sexy. “I love how your nipples respond to me. Like they’re reaching out.”

  She leaned forward.

  “Don’t move. Stay where you are. If you want eventual relief, you’ll obey like a good girl.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she breathed out.

  “Why did you come here, Lily?” he asked as he circled behind her. He needed to know before he continued.

  “I don’t know, Sir.”

  “I think you do. Were you exploring? Maybe I planted a seed you couldn’t deny was growing inside you?”

  She didn’t respond.

  He stopped in front of her, so close he could feel her warmth and the tickle of her breath on his chest, but not close enough to touch. “Tell me why you’re here,” he insisted. He grasped one nipple and pinched it hard enough for her to suck in a breath and lift onto her tiptoes. Just as quickly, he released the offended bud. “Lily…” he threatened.

  “I wanted to know if I could like this sort of lifestyle,” she blurted.

  “For me?”

  “Yes… Yes, Sir.” She let her head drop more. “I wanted to know if I could really be the submissive you need.”

  Blessed angels. She’d done this for him. That’s what he needed to hear. He bent down and kissed the tip of her nipple and then drew back. “And?”

  “I wasn’t here long.”

  “I know. I watched you from the moment you entered the club.”

  “Oh.”

  “But you were here long enough, weren’t you, baby?”

  She nodded slightly. “Yes.”

  He cupped her other breast, squeezed it tightly, and pinched the nipple. “Were you avoiding me because your reaction to dominance scares you?”

  She hesitated. “Yes.”

  “And?” he urged. “There’s something you aren’t telling me.”

  “And…I didn’t want Luke to come after you. I still don’t. This is probably a horrible idea.”

  “This? Being here with me?” He stroked the soft flesh of her breasts to soothe her while he spoke.

  She nodded. “He sent dead flowers and threatened your life.”

  Dominic gasped. Shit. And she kept this to herself? Controlling the urge to punch something, he instead smoothed his hands around to her back and hauled her against him. He cupped her butt with one hand and flattened the other on the small of her back. “Lily… Baby…”

  She set her forehead against his chest and spoke toward the floor. “I should have told you. I was scared.”

  For long moments he simply held her, and then he eased his hand up to thread his fingers in her hair and draw her head back. He couldn’t see her eyes behind the blindfold, but he kissed her lips gently. “Submit to me. Let that go for tonight and submit to me.”

  She nodded.

  He released her and stepped back, reaching into his pocket for the nipple clamps he’d also brought with him. Could she tolerate them? Was it too soon?

  He thought now was the perfect time. As soon as he restrained those puckered buds, she would be forced to concentrate all her energy on Dominic. “I’m going to push your limits a bit. Safeword is red.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice wasn’t as confident as earlier.

  He grasped one nipple between his fingers and drew it away from her body. When he clasped the little clamp over the swollen tip, she released a high-pitched noise.

  “It’s a clamp, like the one that nearly made you come a few minutes ago watching that scene. I assume you craved the same treatment.”

  She held her breath as he grasped the other nipple and treated it to the same sensual torture. A thin chain hung between her gorgeous breasts, connecting the two clamps.

  She shuddered but didn’t say anything.

  “You okay?” He circled behind her again and tugged her blouse and bra off her wrists. Next he reached for the zipper at the small of her back and drew it down over her sweet ass.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Her skirt fell to the floor, leaving her in thin silk panties. He set her blouse and bra on top of the darker material.

  He cupped her butt with both palms and squeezed. “I love your ass so much. It makes my dick hard looking at it.” He tucked his pointers into the elastic at her hips and drew her panties down her legs. When he reached her feet, kneeling behind her, he tapped first one ankle and then the other to remove the silk completely.

  A shiver ran up her body, making her shake. He knew she felt exposed. With the blindfold, her nudity was exacerbated.

  “Spread your legs, Lily. Let me see that sweet pussy of yours.”

  Still wearing her heels, she lifted one foot and set it down several inches from the other. It was a wonder she didn’t wobble. Only years of experience wearing those shoes seemed to keep her from swaying.

  He teased the backs of her thighs with the slightest touch of his fingertips. Then he stepped back and circled to face her again.

  She drew her shoulders back.

  She was the single most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, standing naked before him in a private room in Zodiac.

  “You’re mine, Lily.”

  She shuddered again. “Yes, Sir.”

  “You’re so aroused.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was softer but still firm.

  He leaned closer, set his lips on her earlobe and bit down gently before whispering again. “You’re mine,” he repeated
and then stepped back.

  * * *

  Her arousal was through the roof. Whatever this was, whatever form of BDSM she was experiencing, it was real, and it was time she admitted it titillated her. Her life was forever altered by Dominic.

  There was no going back.

  She needed to accept it.

  But what about Dominic? Was he seriously part of the package? Would he stick around when his season was in full swing? He was a professional ballplayer. He traveled over half the year. He was also young, which meant he would undoubtedly spend many more years enjoying his life dream.

  How did she fit into that picture? She was a gallery owner. It was her life dream. She’d accomplished it by a young age all on her own while raising her sister. She was proud. What would happen to her now?

  She shuddered as her mind wandered. Where was Dominic?

  “You have no idea how sexy you are.” His voice came from in front of her, several feet away. Deep. Growling. Accusatory. As if she were teasing him intentionally, instead of the other way around.

  The thought gave her a sense of power.

  “How wet are you, Lily?”

  “Very.” She cleared her throat. “Very, Sir.” Indeed a trickle leaked down her inner thigh. She pursed her lips and squeezed her eyes tighter behind the blindfold. Amazing how every sense was heightened by the removal of one. As the minutes ticked by, she could hear the faintest noises from the rest of the club. She could also hear Dominic breathing.

  Every draft of air tingled her skin. The scent that wafted to her nose was sterile, attesting to the cleanliness of the playroom.

  Fingers suddenly spread her labia and dragged through her wetness.

  She cried out.

  Just as quickly, they were gone. It was one of his MO’s. And it was effective.

  “Dominic…”

  “Don’t beg, baby. It will only make things worse.”

  She pursed her lips, lowering her head again, fighting the urge to scream out her frustration. She also knew from experience he would eventually let her come. And it would be the most amazing orgasm of her life. All of them were, but here in this environment, after missing him terribly for two weeks…

  Both his hands landed on her breasts, and moments later, the clamps were simultaneously removed.

  “Oh God.” Her words came out on a squeak, a sharp pain racing from both nipples to her pussy.

  Then he stepped closer, palmed her ass with one hand, and reached between their bodies to thrust a finger into her with the other.

  She threw her head back, her mouth falling open.

  He fucked her with that one finger, his palm pressing into her clit. “Come for me, Lily. Now.”

  Her body obeyed him, though there was a good chance she would have orgasmed at that second no matter what. Waves of release made her legs wobbly, but he held her up with his hand on her ass.

  Then his lips were on hers, consuming her, his tongue tangling with hers.

  She tasted his toothpaste and him. The distinct flavor of Dominic she’d come to love. As she returned to the planet, he removed his hand from between her legs and grasped her hip.

  The kiss deepened.

  She melted into him, craving anything he would give her. She released her hands behind her back and wrapped her arms around his waist. He was fully clothed. She was putty.

  Finally, he broke the kiss, breathing heavily. He lifted his hand from her butt to her face and dragged the blindfold off.

  She blinked in the dim light of the room, her gaze landing on his.

  He stroked her cheek. “I want you to let me spank you.”

  She drew her lips between her teeth while she stared at him. She could do this. She wanted to do this. “Okay.”

  He cupped her face, forcing her to hold his gaze. “I would never hit you in anger. This is for pleasure. You get that, right?”

  “Yes.” She squirmed against him, her nipples abrading against his shirt. She’d watched a spanking scene at the beginning of the evening. It aroused her. And picturing it now drew renewed wetness from her channel.

  Seemingly satisfied with her response, Dominic backed them up until he reached a black leather love seat. She hadn’t seen anything about the room yet, and she didn’t pay any attention now, either.

  He lowered himself onto the cushion and pulled her around to his side. “Lower yourself across my lap, Lily.”

  She winced. His lap? That’s not how she imagined being spanked. Against a wall maybe, or over a bench. But his lap? It was so…demeaning. Was it, though? He said he wouldn’t ever hit her in anger. This wasn’t some sort of punishment. It was for her pleasure. She gripped her channel, trying to reconcile how aroused she was with the possible meanings behind letting Dominic spank her over his lap.

  She held her breath while she forced herself to lean forward until she was across his thighs. Her breasts hung heavy between her arms. Her toes barely touched the floor.

  Dominic’s hands were on her immediately, rubbing her back, her thighs, her bottom. Warming her. “I’m going to start slow. Relax. Don’t overthink this. Let yourself go. Every swat will vibrate through your pussy. Your clit. You’ll see.”

  “Yes, Sir.” It was difficult to speak those words. She wanted to please him, but she was hesitant. Uncertain. She was also growing more aroused by the moment as he stroked her everywhere.

  When he nudged her legs apart and palmed her inner thighs, she moaned. She let her head hang, her fingertips on the floor.

  It seemed like forever before he lifted a hand and landed the first spank on one butt cheek. He immediately smoothed the sting with his palm. “You okay, Lily?”

  “Y-yes.” She was shocked by the way the sting radiated to her pussy just like he said it would.

  “What’s your safeword?”

  “Red, Sir.” She wanted him to spank her again. Harder. She gritted her teeth against the desire building inside her.

  Finally, he swatted her other cheek and then the first one again, slightly harder.

  She flinched at the shock, stiffening and then relaxing. It didn’t hurt. It felt warm. Amazing.

  Another three spanks in a row landed lower on her bottom, closer to her pussy. The vibrations shook her core, forcing a moan out of her mouth. Holy shit, I’m going to come.

  Dominic soothed her skin again before he resumed. Three more slaps that reverberated in the room and brought her closer to the edge. Without warning, his palm disappeared from her bottom, and he thrust two fingers into her pussy.

  Lily screamed, jerking her head up level with her body. Her hair hung around her face to create a curtain. She couldn’t see anything. Besides, her vision was blurred.

  “That’s my girl. God, you’re sexy. So submissive. My girl needs to come so badly.” It wasn’t a question.

  She couldn’t respond, anyway. It was difficult to even breathe.

  Dominic drew his fingers out slowly. When he thrust them back into her tight channel, he slid one over her clit.

  That was it. Permission or not, she came. Hard. Her body shaking from head to toe as her pussy milked his fingers. He rubbed her clit rapidly, forcing one orgasm to turn into two. He didn’t stop until she came down and reached back with one hand to grab his wrist between her legs. Her brain wasn’t able to get the message out of her lips.

  “Okay, baby.” He eased his hand out of her and gentled his touch while she fluttered the rest of the way back to earth. Or in this case, his lap.

  She felt more like a liquid than a solid and worried she would slide to the floor, but Dominic had her. He pulled her up, easily spun her around, and settled her burning bottom on his lap. For a long time he simply held her tucked against his chest.

  Somewhere in her mind she realized he was still dressed and they hadn’t had sex. He hadn’t enjoyed even one orgasm while she’d had several. Three? She lost count.

  “Missed you,” he whispered.

  “Missed you too.”

  “I want you to come home
with me. I only have tonight. But I want you in my bed.”

  “Okay,” she repeated. There was no way in hell she would turn him down.

  He leaned to one side and reached over to a small end table that had several bottles of water on it. After twisting off the cap, he handed it to her, cupping the back of her head to help her get a long drink.

  The way he cherished her melted another part of her soul. Why had she walked away from him? Her fear of submission slid away.

  For nearly half an hour he simply held her, stroking her skin lightly but not in a sexual way. He ran his fingers through her hair. He kissed her forehead and temples. Finally, he spoke. “You feel strong enough to get dressed?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He smiled. “Then let’s get out of here.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Damn.

  Whatever Dominic had felt for Lily before, it had only grown stronger in their weeks of separation.

  He didn’t really blame her for pushing him away. Their relationship had developed at a rapid speed to an intense level she probably wasn’t prepared to handle emotionally. He should have known. Add to it the threats, and she’d been exhausted.

  But that was then. This was now. He wasn’t going to let her go again without a fight.

  Would it be difficult to work things out between their two different lives? Yes. But somehow he knew in his mind there had to be a way.

  She was totally sated, her small body so damn sexy in his bed. Her breathing was even, her mouth open. She was on her belly, her face tilted toward him, her arms wrapped under the pillow.

  He’d been stroking her skin for over an hour, watching her sleep. She never stirred. Of course, he’d also worn her out with his dominance at the club, and then two rounds of satisfying them both back at the house. She would be sore tomorrow, but she’d pleaded with him to fuck her fast the first time. His cock was so hard he didn’t have the strength to deny her. He’d adjusted his thick length in his jeans so many times at the club he ached.

  His brain wouldn’t shut down. He kept going over the possibilities. Could she come back to Jupiter with him early in the morning? He needed to show up by nine.