Undeniable: Dom & Gigi

by Callie Harper

  “No.” I couldn’t believe how I’d blown it, my big chance to finally get down and dirty with Dom and I’d screwed up.

  “Gigi,” he asked, low and hushed. “Are you still a virgin?”

  With almost a sob, I confessed, “Yes.”

  “Fuck!” he exclaimed, pressing my head to his chest. Like a comforting older brother. Damn it. He reached around and untied my wrists. The mood was broken. I’d ruined everything.

  He gathered me into his arms and took me onto the bed, holding me there, running his hands over my skin, pressing me to him. “Gigi,” he murmured, kissing my throat, my ears, my lips. “Gigi.” He kept kissing me and soon I was kissing him back, forgetting my sorrow, melting into him, he felt so good. I kissed his neck and his chest, those old tattoos and new inviting me to explore and lick.

  “Dom, I’m so sorry I don’t have more experience. It’s so lame.”

  “Is that what you’re thinking?” He sat up, staring at me in disbelief. “You think you’ve turned me off?”

  “Well, I mean…” I wondered, not so certain anymore. He still looked like he wanted to devour me whole and there was the matter of his glorious cock, standing up hard and proud and at the ready. “Don’t you wish I knew what I was doing?”

  “Hell no!” He sank back down to me, cupping my buttocks, pressing against me, closing every inch of space between us. “No man has had you.” He seared kisses down my neck, traveling toward my breasts. “You’re mine.” With a hand cupping my breast, he swirled his tongue around my nipple, licking, then sucking as I moaned.

  “I get to show you how good it can feel.” He kissed his way over to my other breast, his hand drifting down along my belly, down between my legs. His voice grew darker and thick as he whispered, “I get to teach you.”

  I moaned at the idea of him as my teacher. I’d be the best student, so eager to please. “Teach me, Dom,” I sighed as he pressed right against my clit, as if he had a map right to my most sensitive points.

  “So wet, baby.” He praised me as he stroked my pussy. “Did you like sucking my cock?” He took my other nipple into my mouth and played with it, teasing, licking.

  “Yes,” I groaned, moving my hands down along his chest, his abs, down to where he still was so hard. He’d said it himself. I’d gotten off last night and earlier today. But he hadn’t. That didn’t seem fair. Tentatively, I moved my fingers along his shaft, exploring, learning as I touched. He stilled, closing his eyes, his breathing growing heavy.

  “Can I touch you?” I asked, wondering if it was OK. He seemed to like dominating me, and it sure thrilled me, too, but I wanted to explore. He’d said he’d teach me. Wasn’t this a good way to start learning?

  “Yes,” he grit out, balling his hand into a fist by his side. Eager, I moved closer, working my way down so I could see more as I brought both hands to his gorgeous cock. It felt so alive in my hands, throbbing, veins running its length, so smooth and yet nothing feminine about its softness. It was fascinating. Remembering his response when I’d had him in my mouth, I worked my fingers up, stroking and circling his tip. Then I reached the pad of my thumb down to that spot under his crown, the one that had made him groan. Unsure, I gently caressed it, then pressed.

  “Gigi.” He exhaled, sounding strained.

  “Does that feel good, Dom?” I asked, wanting to hear it from him, needing the reassurance.

  “So fucking good.” He bit out his words as if he were being strangled.

  “Dom, can I…?” I hesitated, still feeling some of the shyness that had engulfed me earlier. “I mean, I know I don’t know what I’m doing. And I don’t know if I can take you all the way in. But can I taste you again?”

  “Oh fuck.” He brought a hand to his hair and fisted it like he might pull it out at the roots. “Yes.”

  Excited, eager to learn, I scooted down farther on the bed so I could be at the right angle. Then I grasped his cock in my hand and swirled my tongue around the head. Mmm, it tasted good. A drop of precome on my tongue, I worked my way down, licking him like my favorite ice cream, sucking and slurping and moaning. His breathing grew labored and he clenched the sheets in his fists so hard his knuckles turned white. Was he trying to stop himself from touching me?

  I came off him for a second. “You can touch me,” I whispered, still a little shy, but he almost looked like he was in pain. “I liked it before,” I admitted as he looked down at me. “When you had my hair in your fist.”

  “Jesus,” he groaned, panting. “You liked it,” he repeated, bringing his hand to my hair, first stroking, encouraging me, then gathering strands in his palm. Wanting to show him I meant it, I took him in my mouth again, sucking, working down his length as best I could. He eased me down, giving me the slightest pressure and I moaned on his cock, letting him know it felt good, so good when he gripped my hair and made me feel like I was his. My pussy felt so wet, throbbing at the feeling of serving him. I wanted to make him come so badly.

  Not worrying whether I knew what I was doing, forgetting all about whether I could or couldn’t take him in or do it right, I let myself start enjoying it. Sucking, swirling, messy with saliva and precome, I took more of him in, then more. He groaned and began thrusting, not much. I knew he was still exercising crazy restraint, but as he held my head in place he fed me his cock thrust by thrust, inch my inch.

  “Yes,” he groaned, more rapid in his thrusts, more urgency in his voice. “Fuck, Gigi, yes. Suck me.” I moaned, feeling my pussy clench, sucking with all the pent-up longing I’d had for him, all the nights I’d fantasized, all the times I’d wished my hand were his cock. My mouth stretched so wide. I could feel my eyes water but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted more, and he had more to give.

  “Gigi.” He started bucking in me, his hand gripping my hair so hard it hurt. But that just made my pussy throb more. “Gigi, I’m gonna come.”

  He started to pull out but I didn’t want him to. I moaned and grabbed his hip, sucking on his cock to let him know what I wanted. I wanted to feel his hot come in my mouth, shooting down my throat. I wanted to taste him and have him inside me and suck and swallow every last drop.

  “Gigi, Yes!” He unloaded into my mouth, shoving his cock farther than he had before, almost making me gag but my pussy quivered and clenched in response. He came down my throat, hot and spurting, filling me and I groaned with satisfaction at his release. He gripped my hair, keeping me on his cock as he pulsed and shuddered, giving me more and more as I greedily drank it down. Then his hand slid down to my neck, caressing me, making me feel so rewarded.

  “Fuck, Gigi, that was…” Slowly, almost regretting the lack of intimacy before it had even ended, I worked my way off his cock. I gave his tip a kiss as it popped out and I swallowed down the last remaining bit of his come. He pulled me up, draping me over his chest. I nestled there, my ear against his chest, hearing his heart pounding for me.

  I sighed with contentment. “Dom, that felt so good.”

  “Christ,” he exhaled. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  “No!” I protested. I wanted him to know. I wasn’t just saying it. Still a bit shy, I bit my lip and wondered. Should I do it? I decided the answer was yes. I reached for his hand and pulled it over to my pussy. “See?” I whispered, guiding his fingers, showing him with more than words. Sucking his cock had turned me on like crazy.

  “You’re dripping wet,” he groaned, touching me so reverently, like he couldn’t believe it. “From going down on me?”

  “I loved it.” I smiled, dreamy, relaxing onto his chest. I could still taste him in my mouth, on my lips. I couldn’t wait to do it again. “You’ll have to teach me how to take you all the way down my throat. I really want to learn.”

  “Fuck,” he swore again, softly, dropping his head against the pillow. “And I was worried about hurting you. I think you’re going to be the one who kills me.”

  I smiled again, feeling newfound pride in my skills. I couldn’t wait to find out what
he’d teach me next.

  16

  Dom

  She’d never had sex. How was that possible? How could she still be a virgin?

  Even when I’d known her at 19, I’d been a little surprised. Most girls I knew lost it before then. Gigi had been pampered and protected, but not after I was done with her. I hadn’t taken her virginity that summer, but I’d woken her up. I’d made her come and come on her and she’d loved it. She’d begged me to put my tip in her and I’d done it, only barely managing to withdraw at the last second.

  She’d gone from that panting, writhing, dripping wet woman on the bed to nothing for over four more years? I almost couldn’t believe it. Why?

  She fell asleep on my chest, purring contentedly like a cat. She seemed so happy and satisfied even though it was me who’d gotten off. I was the one who’d just come so hard I’d nearly blacked out. The feeling of her lips around me, the sounds she made, it didn’t matter that she hadn’t taken me all the way in. Her eagerness and her enjoyment of it had made it so fucking good.

  Now she lay fast asleep like she’d orgasmed, so trusting and sweet with me, lying on my chest even when I’d listed a whole lot of nasty shit I wanted to do to her. Even when I’d tied her hands behind her back with my leather belt.

  A wave of darkness passed over me. I shouldn’t be getting into this with her. I hadn’t realized she was still innocent. It wasn’t too late. I could still take the high road, move to a separate part of the house, cage myself like a tiger so I wouldn’t pounce on the gazelle.

  But there was no fucking way I was going to do that. Not after she’d loved tonight so much. She’d been dripping wet from sucking me. She’d told me she liked it when I fisted her hair, forced her head down on my cock.

  Hell no, I was not going to stop. I was going to find out exactly how nasty she could get.

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  The next morning she woke up looking sheepish. She’s slept about ten hours.

  I’d been lying awake with her across my chest for a long time, watching her sleep, listening to her blissful sighs. She was so damn pretty, a light dusting of freckles over her nose, her lush, pink lips. Everything about her was so feminine, so understatedly sexy. She didn’t have the bombshell, in-your-face curves I’d gone for when I was a young teenager, the exaggerated versions of women like cartoons come to life. Gigi was real, her shyness, her palm-size breasts, the paleness of her skin. I burned for her.

  Slow and lazy, she finally started blinking her eyes, yawning, giving her limbs a stretch. She smiled and rubbed her cheek against my chest as if relishing my closeness. Then she looked up at me, low and sweet.

  “Good morning.” I kissed her forehead.

  “Have you been awake long?” She seemed embarrassed, like she shouldn’t have been so relaxed. I didn’t mind. She might be crazy to be so trusting around me given what I wanted to do to her, what I was going to do to her. But it felt good.

  I shrugged. “I didn’t have anywhere to go.”

  She rose and used the bathroom, brushed her teeth and emerged with freshly brushed hair and a towel wrapped around her gorgeous body.

  “What’s that?” I frowned.

  “What?” She looked down. “You mean the towel?”

  “You’re not covering up with a towel.”

  “Well…” She shifted her weight, stepping from one foot over the other. “I’m not sure what to wear.”

  “You told me things don’t fit.”

  “It’s not exactly that.” Was that a blush rising up into her cheeks? Now I was curious. What kind of clothes were in the master bedroom?

  “Show me.” I took her hand and led her down the hall.

  Slowly, she walked over to the closet in the master and pulled back the mirrored door. She gestured inside and I saw a bunch of skimpy dresses. She’d look great in them, so those were options. “And?”

  She walked over to the dresser and opened the drawer. “Some other stuff.” She pulled out some strings. Another bikini.

  “Put it on,” I said without hesitation. I wanted her strutting around the house for me half naked, punishing her for what she’d done the day before. She wanted to wear a bikini? OK, how about all the time?

  “But, it’s morning. It’s not going to be warm enough yet for the pool.”

  “Who said anything about the pool.” She hesitated, looking at the bikini. “You started this, Gigi,” I reminded her. “I warned you. Now we’re playing by my rules. I want you in that bikini for me. With a pair of heels.”

  I walked out, heading down to the kitchen to fix us some breakfast. I wanted to give her some time to get dressed for me, maybe look at herself in the mirror and wonder if she should. I liked the thought of her worrying upstairs, feeling exposed. Foreplay, all of it. The surrender would be sweeter for her if I made her work for it.

  After about ten minutes, I heard her coming downstairs. When she finally walked into the kitchen, my gaze darkened. The bikini was red and low cut and turned my demure little Gigi into a fucking siren. “Turn around, slowly. Let me see.” Blushing, she did as I asked. She’d worn heels like I’d told her and her legs looked long and shapely, and the bikini cut across her ass, leaving a nice handful of cheek bare on either side.

  I drew in my breath. “That’s good, Gigi.”

  She turned, flushed with happiness that she’d pleased me. Such a good girl. I’d see what I could do about that. “Come here. I made you some breakfast.”

  I’d scrambled a few eggs and made her some toast. We were getting a little low of supplies and a guy was supposed to bring us some more groceries this afternoon. I sat up on a stool and motioned to my lap. “Sit here.”

  She walked over and I pulled her up, pressing her ass flush against my cock already straining against my jeans. “Are you hungry?” I asked, feeling hungry for more than the food I’d cooked. She nodded and it looked like she was, too. I picked up a forkful of eggs and fed it to her, mesmerized by her lips as they slid on the fork. Everything about her was sexy.

  “Did you have a good time last night?” My voice deepened with arousal.

  She swallowed and nodded. I brought my hand to her thigh and caressed her smooth skin. “I did, too.”

  Casually, I dipped my hand into the ice water I poured. “I like surprising you.” I brought one hand to her back, the other up to her breasts, letting an ice cube touch her nipple.

  She gasped, her eyes wide. “What—?”

  “You look good in this bikini. But I love it when I can see your nipples.” I rubbed first one, then the other, through the swimsuit. They pebbled, pushing against the fabric. “You’re so responsive.” She watched me, and I could tell by the way she wriggled on my lap it turned her on.

  “How does that feel?” I asked, untying her top. I couldn’t help it, it was so easy. Her breasts exposed, she shivered as I placed the ice cube directly on her skin.

  She bit her lip and quivered, her breath coming in short pants. “It’s cold, but...”

  “But you like it,” I finished for her, watching her face as I iced her firm tip.

  Wide-eyed, she nodded in agreement. I leaned her back, resting her into my hand as I toyed with her breasts, making her nipples hard little points. “Yes,” she whispered, arching her back and offering her breasts to me, asking me with her body for more. I gave it to her, until I suddenly took away the ice and popped her nipple into my hot mouth, engulfing her, sucking hard.

  “Dom,” she moaned, grinding her pussy against me. I did the same to her other nipple, first circling with the ice, letting it drip down her breast, then sucking it hot.

  “I’m all about extremes, Gigi,” I whispered, licking her throat, then giving her sensitive skin a nibble with my teeth. “I warned you, baby.” I kissed my way back down to her breasts, cupping them in my hands. “I’m all or nothing. You had your chance at nothing. Now it’s all.”

  That gave me an idea. “Stand up.” She looked slightly daz
ed, aroused and ready to keep right on sitting in my lap for some time. But at my words she awakened and got onto her feet. The heels she wore were high, about four inches, and she wobbled slightly. I pushed the plate out of the way. Breakfast could wait.

  “Bend over.” I put my hand on her upper back and pushed her bare breasts down onto the cold granite. “Hands up on the counter.” She brought them there, pressing her palms down, her head turned to the side to rest her cheek.

  “Now you keep your hands there. Can you do that for me?” I stroked her back, admiring the way her lower back curved, that sexy dip before the swell of her buttocks.

  “Yes,” she murmured, loving to take instruction.

  “Good,” I praised her, running my hand along her rear. So ripe and ready. I brought my foot in between her heels and kicked then out to either side. I untied one side of the bikini bottom, then the other. Taking a step back, I surveyed her standing there, bent over and spread for my pleasure, panting with excitement. My cock ached. I wanted to sink into her so badly, fuck her hard right up against the counter. And I would do that, but not just yet. She was still a virgin and I was going to make her first time one to remember.

  I knelt down behind her, bringing my face level with her ass and pussy. Taking my hands to her cheeks, I spread them apart to examine her. I ran my tongue down her bare pussy, deciding that was what I wanted for breakfast after all. She moaned, but kept her hands where I’d told her.

  “No one’s had this pussy,” I told her as I licked, then stroked, feeling her grow wet under my touch. “But I’m going to take it tonight.” I dove in again and sucked, licked. I kept my hand on her clit, circling, stroking while I stood and leaned over her, letting her feel my heat, the hardness of my cock pushing against her ass. I leaned over to her ear.

  “I’m going to fuck you tonight, Gigi.” She closed her eyes and moaned. “You want that?” I pushed my finger up inside of her as I asked. I wanted her to think about my entering her, taking her.