“Stand up and turn around,” she said as she crossed to the corner where Dom had waited patiently.
Once he was on his feet, she took a moment to admire the muscles and tendons and veins and miles and miles of burnished gold skin. His cock jutted out from a nest of neatly trimmed curls, fierce in its arousal. After wrapping the sheepskin-lined leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles, she once again wrapped her hand around his cock. He sucked a breath and the flesh jumped, but he followed her easily across the room.
She helped him sit on the table, then pushed him until he was lying on the reclining table. After attaching his wrist cuffs to the hook in the table just above his head, she pulled a strap across his hips and fastened it. Then she moved to the foot of the table and lifted his legs into the stirrups that were set high and wide, fully exposing everything between his legs. She attached the ankle cuffs to the stirrups and then wrapped straps around his legs just above his knees.
“Uh,” Dom said as he jerked in his bonds.
Gia rounded the table and bent over so they were nose to nose “Shhhh, just relax and enjoy. Now, what is your safe word?”
“Red, my queen. My safe word is red.”
“Good boy.” She leaned in and kissed him, her tongue diving deep to fully explore his mouth. She could tell he was fighting a need to take command, but she wasn’t going to have that. Tonight was about pushing his boundaries and bringing them both a lot of pleasure.
* * * *
Dom felt more naked than normal as she turned away and moved the instrument tray out of sight. He had played the submissive before, but every other woman he had allowed to top him usually left him loose and ordered him to eat them out or fuck them. No one else had every tied him down in such a manner before.
He could already feel his cock dripping pre-cum on his belly. He only hoped he could hold his orgasm back long enough to please her. He sucked in his abs when she dragged a fingertip through the pool growing on his belly. He watched and made a soft sound of need as she lifted her finger and licked his fluid from her finger.
“Mmmm, yummy, but you can’t come yet,” she said as she pulled a strip of leather from between her breasts. “No coming for a long, long time. Not until you’re begging…and maybe not even then.”
He sucked a breath as she wrapped the strap around his cock and balls before snapping it shut. He exhaled a groan as she began stroking the skin of his inner thighs, from the strap at his knees to within an inch of his balls. Once, twice, and then again she stroked. He fought his bonds, needing to touch his woman as he watched the pleasure grow on her face.
“Please,” he moaned.
She pulled her hands away and stepped away. “You’re not much of a submissive if you can’t take any more touching than that,” she said.
He watched as she walked around the table, stopping behind his head. He tried to look up at her, but couldn’t. A moment later, black silk covered his eyes and a strap slipped behind his head.
“Now,” she whispered, her lips close enough to his ear that he felt the heat of her breath, “you will relax and enjoy or I’ll take this in a direction you won’t like nearly as much.”
“Yes, my queen,” he breathed as she licked a line up the side of her neck before nipping his earlobe.
“Good boy,” she murmured before pulling away again. He tried to listen and follow her movements, but there was nothing to hear. Then music came on, gentle jazz instrumental that seemed to help him to relax as his mistress had ordered.
“You look so good there, all laid out and waiting for attention,” she said softly as something soft and fuzzy brushed over one nipple and then the other. “Question is, how long can you maintain this pretty composure? How much sweet torture can you handle before you tap out and admit that you’re not as submissive as you’d like me to think?”
The soft touches went back and forth on his nipples before expanding to stroke over the ridges of muscles, his belly button and then down and around his cock. He tried to swallow down sounds of need, but they burst forth as his hips began to jerk when she stroked the underside of his cock from tip to base and then all over his balls.
His moan turned to a whining sound when the soft touches disappeared. He could feel himself on the edge of something, moving toward a place he had never been before, and was fighting it. As a dominant he was always in grounded, always in control, always in charge. But it seemed in the next few seconds he was going to float right off the table and he didn’t know how to stop himself.
“Shhhh, baby, just let go, let it carry you away,” she whispered in his ear before brushing a kiss over his lips.
He turned his head, wanting, no needing her touch to keep him in this world, keep him from flying away to somewhere he had never been before.
But she was gone. The next thing he felt was gentle fingers rolling a condom down his cock which pulsed and felt ready to burst with his need to come.
Then the fingers disappeared again. Without his sight he could not track her, but thought he heard something move on the tray just behind his right shoulder. But he couldn’t be sure. As his thoughts grew fuzzy, she played with his nipples, rolling one tip with her fingers as she licked and suckled at the other. His hips began to move of their own accord, trying to thrust into the air, fighting the bonds that secured him to the table.
“Have you ever had a plug in your ass?” Gia’s question was softly spoken from between his legs just before hot air blew over his cock.
“No,” he ground out even as his hips bucked once more.
“Hmmm,” she said as something cold and wet traced the skin between the strap around his balls and the puckered star of his asshole. “I think it’s time you did. If you’re going to someday fill my ass with this monster of a cock you have, I think you should at least taste what it feels like.”
His thinking slowed, he could not form the words to refuse when, three seconds later, the tip of something hard and slick pressed for entrance into his back passage. It might have been no bigger than his finger, but it felt like a log as it slid in and out and in a little farther. He was panting hard by the time the base pressed against the skin around his hole.
“Everything okay?” Gia asked a few seconds later as she took his earlobe between her teeth and gently nibbled.
“Uhm-hmmm,” he replied, unable to form words. All at once, every muscle and tendon that had been straining and fighting to remain grounded and in control let loose and he was flying out of his body and somewhere far, far away where nothing mattered.
He kept his eyes closed when the silk was removed, not even opening them when he felt Gia climb onto the table.
“Open your eyes, baby,” she ordered gently. “Watch me use you.”
Dom opened his eyes, blinking several times before he could focus on the woman who now straddled his lap. She still wore the corset, but had somehow flipped down the material that covered her generous breasts. The boots and leggings were gone as well, leaving her naked from waist down and tits up. Though he wished her hair was loose, she looked every inch the warrior princess he had seen a few nights before.
Somehow the sight pulled him back from the depths of subspace and grounded him just enough to murmur, “Beautiful.”
* * * *
Gia smiled at the man who was looking at her like she was chocolate after a forty-day fast. His single word, though a bit blurred in pronunciation perfectly described how she felt. Beautiful, and strong, and in control. She was also hornier than she had ever been before and could not wait any longer.
Dom’s cock was long and thick, bigger than she remembered from the other night. Fitting the head to her dripping pussy entrance, she closed her eyes and thoroughly enjoyed the shaft sliding into her, filled her completely. Only when the thick length was fully sheathed inside her did she open her eyes and look at the man below her.
“You feel good inside me,” she said. “Filling me like we were built for one another.”
Dom gave a low-
throated growl as his hips bucked, trying to push even deeper.
“None of that or I’ll stop and you’ll have to go home just like you are, all hot and bothered.”
“No, please. Ride me, my queen,” Dom said, his tone pleading and demanding all at once. So close to her own limit, Gia decided it was time to give them both what they needed.
Sitting up fully, she lifted her hands and began to play with her own nipples. Her breath caught at the electricity that flowed from breasts to clit as she asked, “Don’t you wish you could play with these?”
She smiled at Dom’s quick nod, surprised the man had not ripped his restraints as hard as he was pulling on them.
“Sorry. Not tonight. Tonight is about you servicing me and I don’t think you’ve earned the right to taste my breasts.”
She slowly lifted her body up his cock and then lowered herself just as slowly. They truly did fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle. Her next strokes were a little faster, and then a little faster. She was panting nearly as hard as Dom was as she released her nipples and traced a line down the center of her body.
“I’m going to come now,” she said as she used one hand to spread her lower lips. “I’m going to come and come and maybe, if you’re a very good boy, I’ll release you and let you come, too. Would you like that?”
“Oh, yes, my queen,” he panted. Even as his hips began to buck in counterpoint to her moving up and down his shaft faster and harder.
“We’ll see,” she said as she moved her other hand in and stroked two fingers around the knotted flesh that pooched out in its need.
Two more up and down glides over his cock and she could take no more. Her fingers moved and began to work her clit, sending bolts of lightning from that tiny nub out to the rest of her body. She rode Dom’s cock hard as she came, the orgasm rolling through her, flattening her, then lifting her up and blowing her sideways again. She bent forward, resting her forehead against his sweat-coated chest as her fingers continued moving over her pleasure button, the orgasm continuing on and on and on.
“Gia, please,” Dom’s voice was hoarse and pleading as she reached between her legs and pulled open the snap that kept him from a similar pleasure. Then she released the strap around his hips, allowing them to move freer as well.
His hips thrust up again and again and again in movements she didn’t think he could make in the position he was in. But the movements kept her fingers locked on her clit, and her orgasm continued to flow through her. It wasn’t but a few racing thrusts before he roared his release as his hips thrust higher one last time before locking up.
She kept them connected as his hips dropped once more to the table, then she rested her forehead on his shoulder and fought to keep from melting any further. When she could think again, she reached up and unhooked his cuffs from the table. With slow, languid movements, she eased up and off his slowly wilting cock. Two more breaths and she climbed down, only to end up leaning heavily against the exam table as her legs wobbled. Holding onto Dom’s leg, she worked her way around to the end of the table.
The whole time she watched him, trying to read his thoughts. But he had brought down the curtain that all dominants seemed to possess, the one that allows their expression to go completely blank and unreadable.
After pulling the plug from his ass, and dealing with the condom, she wiped him down with a damp cloth. The entire time, he lay quiet, his eyes closed, his entire body loose. Once she finished, Gia went to the bathroom where she had left her clothes. She cleaned herself up then pulled her leggings and boots back on.
When she returned to the room, she was surprised that Dom had not moved. He remained with his legs up in the stirrups, though his arms were now resting on the table by his sides. Going to his side, she laid a hand on his shoulder.
“Dominic?”
His eyes opened and his head rolled on his neck. Then he smiled up at her with the look of a happy drunk. “I love you.”
His words were the bulldozer that crashed through the emotional wall she had been struggling to keep in place. At that moment, looking into those shining black eyes, she realized the truth at the same moment she spoke it. “I love you, too.”
“Then you’ll be mine? You’ll marry me?”
“It’s a bit soon to think about marriage, don’t you think? Ask me again once you’ve come down from whatever high you’re flying on,” she said as she helped him to bring his legs down from the stirrups and then sit up.
“Okay, I will, but I think I’m going to buy you the club as a present to encourage you to marry me,” he said as he cooperated, sitting up and then sliding off the table to his feet. “That way you won’t be worried about sleeping with your boss, because you’ll be the boss.”
Chapter Eleven
Dom felt like he had drunk a gallon of alcoholic silly juice. Too bad Gia wasn’t cooperating by agreeing to marry him. Instead, she handed him his pants. He pulled them on, but then a song came on with a Hawaiian feel to it.
Feeling the need to tease Gia a little, he watched as she filled a plastic bag with the toys she had used on him. His hips began to sway back and forth with the music as she slid the plastic bag into her toy bag. Then she looked at him.
His hips kept swaying to the music, his cock and balls waving at her. He wondered how hard he would have to talk to get her to top him again. Soon.
He reached out and pulled her close to his side, kissing the top of her head before laying his cheek there. His hips continued swaying back and forth with the music as his cock began to fill once again.
“Dominic, you need to put the boys away. Then we’ll go downstairs, get a drink, and snuggle.”
Dom blinked and felt himself slowly descending back into his body, like a parachute dropping to Earth. “Okay,” he said as he tucked things away and zipped his fly.
Because his balance was still not what it should be, he kept his arm around her as they left the room and made their way back to the main floor of the club. Once there, she guided him to the corner where he had first spanked her. Pushing him down, she sat down beside him, then pulled him so his upper body lay across her lap. After spreading a blanket over his reclined form, she waved for one of the roaming submissive.
“Yes, ma’am.” The woman who looked too young to be in the club stopped several feet away.
“Please bring us two hot chocolates and a bottle of water.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the submissive scurried off.
Then Gia turned her attention to cuddling him. She didn’t speak, just held him close and petted him as she looked around the club. He wondered what was going on in that brain of hers.
“Whatcha thinking?” he asked once he felt everything in him had settled back into place again.
“Not much of anything,” she answered looking down and smiling.
“Can I hold you now?” he asked as he sat up and pushed off the blanket.
“If you’d like,” she said, allowing him to pull her into his lap. He then rearranged the blanket over both of them before wrapping his arms around her and gently encouraging her to rest her head on his shoulder.
“I meant it,” he said once they were comfortable.
“Meant what?”
“I want to marry you.”
She was silent for several seconds before she said, “But you hardly know me.”
Dom knew her past history with men had her questioning everything about him and the fast track their relationship had taken. Instead of arguing that he knew more than she thought, he did the only thing he could think of.
“The first time my father saw my mother, she was standing in the snow wearing her nightgown and a robe. The apartment building she and her parents were living had caught was on fire. Papa had been walking home from his job as a waiter in the restaurant down the block. When he saw her, he stopped and asked if there was anything at all he could do for her for the rest of their lives. Mama always said that had been the worst and the best night of her life.�
� He stopped when the submissive arrived with a tray containing their drinks. Taking the hot chocolate and setting it on the table beside them, he opened the water and drank half before putting the bottle in Gia’s hand and encouraging her to drink.
Then he continued. “The worst because the family lost everything, all their memories and things they had brought from Italy. The best because she met her future. Papa was a realist. He had a dream to own his own restaurant away from the city. The next afternoon he proposed, after realistically promising Mama a life of hard work, of laughter, and of love. She accepted at once.”
“Her parents were horrified, but by the end of the week gave in, realizing this crazy Zaccaro wasn’t going to go away, and he made Mama happy. The local priest took longer to convince, and made them wait a month. But, by that time everyone who knew them agreed that they were a matched set and made for one another.”
Dom paused to take a sip of his hot chocolate before taking the empty bottle from Gia’s hands and setting it aside. “I must have inherited some of that craziness from my papa because I knew the first time I saw you that you held my future in your hands.” Lifting one of her hands, he kissed the palm.
“You are my future, and this club will be our future. Whether we keep it forever or not will play out in time, but I see us running it together. And every night when the day is done, we’ll be able to go to one of those private rooms and play, or go upstairs to our apartment. But it will be you and me, together. So what do you say, princessa, will you marry me? I’ll even agree to letting you top me once a month.”
Gia remained silent for so long he was afraid his story had put her to sleep. But finally she lifted her head and grinned up at him. “Ask me in three months, but it will have to be twice a month. But when it comes to running the club, I’m the boss.”
Before Dom could agree to her condition, a high-pitched squeal pulled both their attention away from one another.
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