I wondered for the longest time how a relationship would work with a man like him, especially a man who has such exotic sexual tastes, but I think I finally understand. Just because he’s my dom, it doesn’t mean he has to be my dom at home or around Dean. He can turn it on and off like the flip of a switch, just like most couples turn their sexuality on and off. Maybe there are a few whispered words here and there or discreet touches, but every couple holds their sexuality at bay to a degree. The only difference here is the intensity of what he unleashes when the time comes.
“I still haven’t had a chance to properly punish you for all of your transgressions,” he explains. “I have my own personal room here, so I thought--”
“Damian,” says a man who comes to clap Damian on the shoulder. The man is flanked by two gorgeous women in leather outfits that are cut like one-piece swimsuits. They both wear severe, thigh-high boots decked out with metal clasps and leather straps. “It’s good to see you. It has certainly been a while.”
“Kitten,” he says, pulling me close to him. “This is Mark, an old business associate.”
“Oh come on,” says Mark, who has handsome features with flecks of gray in his hair. “Business associate? We were practically inseparable back in our hay day.”
“That’s enough,” says Damian sharply.
Mark eyes me knowingly and grins. “I see. You’re breaking in a new one, are you? Well, don’t let me spoil the fun. Come on girls, I got a strap on for you this weekend, Vanessa, and I want to watch you fuck Mindy.” He throws a wink at me over his shoulder as he leaves.
I look up to Damian, a dozen questions burning on the tip of my tongue. I know I’m not supposed to ask him questions right now, but I don’t know if I can hold them back. Why was Damian so quick to get Mark to stop talking? What was Mark about to say that Damian didn’t want me to know? Between the reporter yesterday and now this, the confident foundation of trust I’ve been building with Damian feels like it is being shaken, and that realization makes me sick to my stomach.
He looks down at me, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say he was waiting to see if I was going to ask.
I want to ask him so badly it actually hurts, but I don’t. On one hand, I need to be a better person than I was three years ago. I need to give him a chance to make the truth clear to me instead of trusting a stranger. On the other hand, I want to know if he’ll come clean with whatever it is. If I can really trust Damian, I won’t need to be on the alert all the time. I don’t need to be his interrogator. If it’s important for me to know, I need to trust him to tell me. And if he chooses not to tell me, well, I need to trust that he’s making that decision for a good reason, too.
I think I see a flicker of pride in his eyes when I stay silent. His approval makes me swell with satisfaction at having pleased him. My curiosity still stings, but I can manage it. Knowing I’ve made Damian--my dom--happy is enough to distract me for now.
“Do you mind if I just use the bathroom?” I ask.
“Of course,” he says, motioning to an area near the back of the main room.
I step inside to a relatively crowded space with a few well-kept stalls and a small mob of beautiful women checking themselves in the mirror and touching up makeup. Once I’ve finished, I’m met outside the stall by a face I don’t immediately recognize. She’s clearly waiting for me though, with fists planted on her shapely hips and a wicked grin on her lips.
“We never properly met,” she says, extending a hand.
I shake it, even though my impulse is to slap it away. It’s the reporter from yesterday, and just the sight of her alone is enough to turn my stomach. “I’m Kylie,” I say. I’ll give her a chance, at least. When I used to wait tables I learned the best way to deal with people I didn’t like was to kill them with kindness. Maybe that’ll work with this woman.
“Monique,” she says.
“You just happened to be here tonight?” I say lightly. “That’s a pretty wild coincidence, huh?”
She shrugs. “It was intentional. I wanted a chance to have a word with you alone, and my work affords me a few helpful perks, like being able to get into this club.”
“So you’re… into all this?” I ask.
“I had better be, or I would’ve never survived dating Damian. Oh,” she says at the expression on my face. “He didn’t mention we dated? I guess that’s not a surprise. I think there might have been a little overlap. He only broke things off with me… what was it, yesterday? Two days ago?”
I feel like I might be sick, but I don’t want her to see. “That can’t be true.”
She laughs with a heavy hint of sarcasm. “I know, right? I thought the same thing when he broke it off with me. But hey, now you know and you’ll be better off without him. He’s just a player. Always will be. You’re pretty enough, anyway. You’ll find another guy.”
“I have to go,” I say stiffly, pushing past her and heading for the exit. My head is spinning. I keep thinking how much this feels like what I felt on that airplane three years ago, only it’s worse now. I let myself fall farther for him. I let it all get deeper. I let him into Dean’s life.
I close my eyes, pressing my body against the wall and suppressing a shiver. There’s a difference though. Last time I believed Faleena. I believed every word she said and I didn’t even speak to Damian before I ran. This time? I may be pissed, and I may be having trouble ignoring everything she said, but I’m going to talk to him. I’ve changed at least that much, and the trust we’ve built over the past days has to count for something.
I hope.
Damian finds me before I move away from the wall. He plants a hand beside my head, leaning down and tilting my chin up with his other hand. “What happened?” he asks with eyes full of darkness.
“I met Monique,” I say. “She said you two dated.”
Damian shakes his head. “No. She tried when she first started reporting on me, but nothing ever happened.”
“She said you were dating her until just a few days ago…”
Damian frowns in genuine confusion, and before he even says a word, I know the truth. She was lying. Every word of it was a lie. She’s jealous of me, and she wants to sabotage what we have. All the disappointment and sadness I felt boils over into a simmering hatred for that woman.
The door beside us opens and Monique comes strutting out, looking pleased with herself.
Damian moves like he’s about to stop her and say something, but I beat him to it.
“Hey,” I say through gritted teeth, grabbing her shoulder.
She turns with a look of outrage on her face.
I don’t even let her speak before I slap her as hard as I can across the face. The sound rings out but doesn’t even draw so much as a turned head, which I guess isn’t surprising since there’s literally a guy in a leather mask spanking a bare-assed woman with a paddle a few feet away. But I relish in watching Monique’s head snap to the side and the way she brings a shaking hand up to the spot on her cheek that’s already turning red.
“You bitch,” she says. She raises her hand to slap me back, but Damian is there as quick as a cat, gripping her wrist and stopping her from touching me.
“You need to leave,” he says. “For good.”
“Damian,” she says. All the hardness melts from her face and she suddenly looks like a stray dog caught in the rain, desperate and hungry. “Please. I could be so good to you. Better than her. You need me. Just--”
“Leave,” he says more forcefully.
The anger flashes back into her features as quickly as it came. “Fuck you, then. You don’t deserve me.”
She storms out of the club with loud clicks of her heels and Damian doesn’t so much as glance back at her. “Are you okay, Kitten?” he asks.
“Thanks to you,” I say.
He still runs his hands over me, checking me for marks or damage. “I’m sorry that happened. I have no fucking idea how she managed to get in here, either, but I’m going to have wor
ds with the owner about it.”
“It’s okay, really.”
He watches me for a long time, then bites his lip. “You came to me this time. You didn’t run.”
I lean into him, running my fingers over his hard body with closed eyes. “I may be stubborn, but I can change.”
“You can always come to me, Kitten. Always. And I’ll always tell you the truth.”
My roaming hands and the soothing sound of his voice are doing all the right things to me. Feeling what we have threatened makes me want him more than ever. It makes me hungry. I slide my hand down his back and grip his tight ass, grinning into his chest as I do.
“Careful,” he says in a low raspy voice. “If you want to make it to the privacy of my room before I fuck you, it might be a bad idea to keep feeling me up like that.”
“Noted,” I say. “Then you had better hurry, because I don’t think I can help myself.”
He smirks. In a lightning quick move, he picks me up and presses me to his body, carrying me toward the back of the main room as easily as if I’m weightless. We pass a group of men and women who gives us a quick, drunken round of applause and cheer. I hide my face in Damian’s shoulder, still not used to the idea of strangers knowing I’m about to have sex just a few rooms away. Even so, the exposure heightens my desire more. It’s dirty, and it’s something I never would’ve thought I’d be into, but I can’t deny the way pulses of heat are running through my body, making my hairs stand on end.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper in his ear. “I want it so bad.”
His pace quickens at my words. He fumbles with the key for the locked door near the end of the hallway, but drops the key in his rush. “Fucking…” he growls before stepping back, gripping me tighter, and then kicking the door in.
“Wow,” I say. “Should I be flattered?”
“No,” he says. “You should be wet.”
I chew on the side of my lip. “One step ahead of you there.”
He drags a heavy bench in front of the door to keep anyone from barging in on us and turns on me with a dangerous look in his eyes.
I barely have time to take in the room, which is elegant and classy, yet clearly designed to be a BDSM enthusiast’s playground.
“It’s time I truly break you in, Kitten. Get on your fucking knees.”
His words are so forceful that they might as well be a whip. The power of each syllable drives me down to my hands and knees. My dress rides up, exposing my wet panties to the slight chill in the air. I reach to pull the dress down, but he lunges forward, gripping my wrist so tightly it almost hurts. “You’re mine now. You will do what I say and only what I say, or you’ll pay the consequences. Am I clear?”
I nod, eyes darting to the outline of his huge cock straining against his pants.
He doesn’t fail to notice my wandering eyes and chuckles. “My slutty little kitten is hungry for cock, is she? The only way you get what you want is if you follow my orders perfectly.”
I would think being called a slut would piss me off, but it only turns me on more. It makes me feel dirty and sexy at the same time, and Damian is making me realize I enjoy both of those things very much.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask.
He half-smiles. “First, you’re going to show me how wet you are for me. Turn around.”
I do as he says, moving on my hands and knees so my ass is facing him.
He sucks in a breath. I hear his footsteps approach and feel him inches from me, kneeling in front of my ass. “Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”
He runs his fingers across my pussy, nearly knocking me forward with how strongly my body reacts to his touch. I hear him lick his fingers clean and another wave of arousal explodes through me. My core throbs with need, but I know he’s not going to give me what I want. Not yet. The anticipation hangs in the air so thickly I can almost feel it.
“Now. I want you to touch yourself for me. Touch yourself like you do when you’re alone. Show me how you like to rub your pussy, how many fingers you like to slip into your tight little hole. And while you do it, I want you to imagine the things I’m going to do to you.”
I tentatively move my hand between my legs, shifting my weight to my other hand to hold myself up as I rub myself through my panties.
“I want your panties off,” he says sternly.
I slide them down to my knees, but before I can kick them all the way off he stops me.
“No. Leave them around your knees. Just like that.”
A shiver runs through me. My pussy and ass are on full display for him, and the way he’s orchestrating everything makes me feel so sexy, like I’m a cherished toy he’s enjoying, like he has imagined all the ways he would want me and he’s making them a reality. I bring my fingers back to circle around the hood of my clit lightly, trying to be natural like he instructed. Except I’m not usually dripping wet as soon as I start, and I usually use my vibrator. I’m way too embarrassed to bring that up though, so I just keep rubbing myself like I think he wants me to.
“No,” he says after a little time has passed. “I want to see how you do this when you’re by yourself.” He crosses his arms, watching me thoughtfully. “You use a toy, don’t you? What is it. A vibrator? A dildo?”
I swallow my embarrassment down, trying to remind myself that he wants to know because it turns him on, not because he’s trying to embarrass me.
“A vibrator,” I say quietly.
The corner of his mouth pulls up. “My naughty little kitten. I fucking love it.” He moves to a set of drawers behind him and rummages around until he pulls out a dildo a little smaller than the one I have at home with a vibrating attachment. He puts it in my hand and moves back to sit in a chair behind me, where he kicks his ankle onto his knee and leans back with a look of satisfaction.
He says nothing else, but I know I’m supposed to resume, so I close my eyes and try my hardest to pretend I’m by myself, even though I don’t ever do this on my hands and knees. “I’m normally on my back,” I say after a few seconds.
“On your back then,” he says.
I roll over, spreading my legs out and using the head of the dildo to rub myself and spread my wetness across my entire pussy. I activate the vibrator and lean back, sucking in a deep breath as the pleasure begins to blossom from between my legs to the rest of my body. Knowing Damian’s watching me has my sensations on overdrive, and when I look back up I see he’s palming his erection, hand moving slowly as his eyebrows pull together in pleasure.
I nearly cum just at the sight of him getting off to me, but something tells me he wants me to wait. He’s greedy when it comes to my orgasms, and I know he’ll want me to cum around his cock. I want that too.
I dip the head of the dildo inside myself, taking my time with it more than I would if I was by myself, but I can hear how much Damian is enjoying the show. I drive it a little deeper each time, hips moving to meet each thrust until the clitoral stimulator is massaging my clit every time.
I want to watch Damian more, but the pleasure is getting so intense I can’t keep my eyes open anymore. “Oh God,” I gasp. “Oh fuck. I’m going to cum soon, I’m going too--”
“Stop,” he says.
He stands up and takes the dildo from me. He runs his thumb along it, collecting my wetness and then he licks it off his finger with a smirk. “You’re so fucking delicious.”
My breath catches. The idea of him liking my taste is so vulgar in all the right ways, and I can’t seem to get enough of it. I feel my walls still clenching around nothing and my clit throbbing. I need to cum so badly I’m not above begging him if he makes me.
“Now,” he says. “Stand up.”
I do as I’m told, even though my legs already feel a little weak.
He methodically removes my clothing, fingers brushing my bare skin where he can find excuses to and some places he can’t. He gets me completely naked and then takes a step back to admire me with another half-smile. “Goddamn you
are so fucking perfect.”
I blush, folding my arms over my breasts self-consciously.
“No,” he says, taking my arms and putting them back by my sides. “Don’t ever cover yourself in front of me, Kitten. Do you understand? Your body is art to me. You are art. You wouldn’t put a black box over the Mona Lisa and you wouldn’t put a sheet over the statue of David. And you will not cover your body in front of me.
I bite my lip, nodding. If it’s possible for words to change me from a self-conscious woman to one who’s proud of her body, Damian is well on his way to doing it. I’ve never felt more beautiful or sexy than I do right now in this room, and losing the weight of doubt is freeing up more room for me to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh.
“You’re going to take my clothes off with nothing but your mouth. And you’re going to do it blindfolded,” he adds.
He drapes a black cloth around my eyes and I’m left in total darkness, with only the sound of my own breathing for company. I inch forward, reaching blindly with my hands to find him but he makes a disapproving sound.
“No hands. Just your mouth.”
I try not to think how ridiculous I must look scooting forward with my face extended slightly, but the sound of his voice gives me a pretty clear idea of where he stands. I bump into his chest a little roughly. I feel the lapel of his jacket with my lips. Taking it in my teeth and moving to slide it off his arms is easy enough, but the tie he wears is tricker.
He caresses me while I work at his clothes, pulling at the knot on his tie with my teeth as he strokes my breasts and back.
It takes me a minute to figure out the best technique for unbuttoning his shirt, but I eventually find a combination of tongue, teeth, and lips is the best method. When I reach the buttons near his stomach, I have to grip the shirt with my teeth and yank it free from his pants.
From the quick pace of his breathing, I can tell he’s enjoying this.
I undo the last button of his shirt, and while I know I still need to tackle the cuffs on his sleeves, I’m too eager to get to his pants to worry about that right now. It only takes two or three quick yanks with my teeth to get his belt loose, and then the button at his waist. I take the zipper between my teeth, dragging it down slowly. His pants slide down on their own once I undo the zipper. I move my lips forward and immediately find the hard shape of his cock beneath his underwear. I tease him a little by moving my lips across its length until I find the tip, where a small spot of pre-cum is soaking through his underwear.
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