“Oh! Dom!” Her fingers reached up and clawed at my chest, my biceps, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head.
“You OK?” I grit out, hoping like hell the answer would be yes because I’d never felt anything so good as my entire cock buried in her.
“Oh, so good.” She groaned, grinding against me, starting to slide her slick pussy up and down my shaft.
“Yeah?” I asked, starting to move again, beginning to thrust all the way in, again, then again. I wouldn’t last long like this. I’d never felt more intense pleasure, rocketing straight into me. Hand on her ass, I started to use her body as leverage to pump in and out, harder.
“Yes.” She threw her head back into the pillow, biting her lip, working to accommodate my huge girth.
“You feel so fucking good.” I thrust all the way into her again, never wanting to leave, never wanting it to stop but I could feel it building, building.
“Dom,” she groaned, panting, moving up and down my cock. “I think I’m…I think…Oh God!” Without warning, she exploded, her pussy clenching around me and coming. For the first time in years, I couldn’t stop myself. The sight of her screaming out, eyes closed, face pink with ecstasy, it sent me over the edge and I pumped into her, roaring as I came, thrusting into her deep.
“Yes, fuck!” It felt like I kept coming and coming, gushing out with all the arousal I’d tried to fight, every fantasy I’d tried to ignore. We panted together, sweaty, and reluctantly I withdrew, because I could tell she needed me to. I was so much bigger than her and she wasn’t in the least used to taking a pounding from a beast like me.
“Did that hurt?” I murmured, taking her into my arms, kissing her neck, her lips. I’d seen blood on the condom as I’d removed it, and a few drops on the sheets.
“Yes! It hurt like crazy!” she admitted, and I felt a stab of guilt through my gut. But then she grabbed my shoulders, “No, Dom, I loved it! You have no idea how much I loved it.”
I had some idea. It probably wasn’t as much as I’d loved it, though. I relaxed as she did, resting her head on my shoulder.
“Dom, that was amazing,” she sighed as I rubbed her back.
A quickie in the missionary position? I couldn’t believe I was agreeing with her, too. It had felt amazing. And she had no idea how much better it was about to get.
17
Gigi
He left my side, then returned with a warm washcloth to clean me, so gentle. No question, Dom was a rough and demanding man, but he took such good care of me. I gazed at him with love-struck eyes as he caressed me, then returned to my side and took me in his arms.
“Thank you.” He nuzzled my ear, kissed my throat. I sighed with contentment. I couldn’t imagine anyone I would have rather had sex with my first time. Or any time for that matter. I still felt a dull throb, and when he’d pushed into me fully it had hurt like hell. But then? Then it had stolen my breath, exploded my mind with how good it felt to be filled with him, have him inside me, see and feel his pleasure building along with mine. I already felt eager to do it again.
Then he surprised me with a question. “Why were you still a virgin?”
There, lying with him in the dimly lit bedroom, intimacy cocooning us, I felt I could admit the truth. “Because of you.”
“Me?”
I mustered my courage, knowing I was making myself vulnerable. “I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. I never wanted to be close with a man like that. Except you.”
He pulled me to him, encircling me, pressing my head to his heart as if it could speak more loudly than words. I heard it, felt it pounding for me. “I never got over you, Dom. All these years, I’ve thought about you all the time.”
He drew me up and kissed me with passion and need, like he was drowning and I alone could save him through my kiss. It overwhelmed me, to feel his need as urgent as mine. I could sense the same insanity in him that I felt raging within me, making me want to breathe him, let him consume me. How could I have felt that about anyone else? It would be impossible.
He kissed the tears on my cheeks I hadn’t even known I’d shed. “Are you sad?” he whispered, concerned.
“No, I’m happy.” I felt a deep joy inside of me, like a piece of me that had been missing was finally whole. Even as I’d longed for him over the years, I’d never fully let myself admit how broken-hearted I’d been in his absence. How empty and alone I’d felt, even in the middle of a crowded room. It was as if all the glittering constellation of people that moved around me saw me from the outside, the daughter of a billionaire, the sister of a CEO, the sorority girl. The only person who seemed to know me for who I was, the real me, was Dom. And now I lay in his arms.
“I want to hold you against me naked all night,” he murmured, wrapping my legs around his, dipping his head down to my throat, kissing, licking. He didn’t do more than kiss, nuzzling and licking, kissing my ear, my lips, my neck.
“Here, why don’t you try to sleep.” He turned me to my side and settled the length of his large, powerful naked body against my back, holding me to him. “You must be tired.”
I could feel his huge cock pushing into my ass. He wasn’t tired. He was trying to take care of me. With a little smile, I decided I’d show him how I really wanted him to take care of my needs. Moving slowly, deliberately, I worked my ass back into him, pushing against him, rolling my hips in rhythm.
“You feel so good,” I purred, sneaking my hand back to his hip and his powerful ass. I pressed him to me, showing him I didn’t want any space between us at all. No respite, I wanted more.
“Do you remember?” I asked as I slowly slid my hand down his thigh. “Our last night together?”
I found his cock and he groaned as I circled it with my hand. Lifting my thigh, I settled him between my V, right along my slick pussy, exactly like our last night together four summers ago. “Do you remember what we did?” I moved my hips, coating his cock in my arousal, feeling him so hard and slippery. My eyes fluttered closed as he pushed between my legs, the tip of his cock hitting my clit.
“Yes,” he groaned.
“Do you remember what I asked you do to?” I arched back into him, moaning as he reached around and found my breast, grabbing it in his hand. Not gentle any more, he thrust between my legs and found my neck where he licked, then gave it a bite.
“You wanted the tip,” he growled, positioning his thick cock at my entrance. I felt sore and used, and I wanted more.
“Can you give me the tip?” I begged, wanting to feel it again. There was nothing like that first penetration with his thick crown.
“Like this?” He pushed into me, only a couple inches. My jaw dropped it hurt and felt so good at the same time.
“Yes.” My voice sounded high with need.
“Aren’t you sore?”
“Yes,” I admitted. I was, but I wanted him to make me even more sore. And fuck me harder this time. I could tell he’d held back for my first, the gentleman taming the beast. But I wanted him wild like I knew he really was. “Dom,” I moaned as he moved his tip in me, just the tip, a slow massage, right at my entrance. I remembered how much passion he’d awakened within me that night long ago. I’d desperately wanted him all the way inside me back then. And now I could have it.
“Fuck me, Dom,” I begged. “Please. Fuck me hard.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He sank into me, his full cock ramming all the way into my tight channel, his teeth down into my shoulder. I screamed loud with his possession, my body crying out. My pussy ached from him, for him, and he held me onto his cock as he started to move, thrusting into me.
“You want me to fuck you?” he grunted, stuffing me so full I screamed again.
“Yes!”
“You want it hard?” He rammed into me, holding me exactly where he wanted me, pinning my hips and wrapping his hand around my thigh to keep me spread wide for him. “I’ll fuck you hard.” He drove into me again and again, relentless, pumping into me and a
ll I could do was scream, pant and scream with deep pleasure as he took me so hard.
“You come, Gigi!” he ordered me. “Come!” He slapped my clit, bringing his hand down hard on my swollen, aching nub and I came apart, coming on his cock, writhing and crying out.
“Fuck!” he roared, pulling out to come all over my ass. The feel of his hot seed spilling on my cheeks made me spasm again, moaning as I felt him mark me. I wanted his come. I loved the feel of it on me, but I wanted it in me, deep inside.
“Mine,” he whispered, pulling me against him, hand over my breast, mouth at my neck. “Mine.”
“Yes,” I whispered as I drifted off, never having felt more satisfied in my life.
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Late the next morning, we headed into the bathroom to shower together. I could barely walk. He swore softly, seeing my soreness, and scooped me into his arms.
“I’m a beast.” He shook his head, brushing his fingers along the marks he’d made, where he’d sucked and bit and claimed me like an animal.
“I love it.” I sighed and nestled my head into his chest, not wanting him to feel a second of regret. He was exactly how I wanted him, nothing more, nothing less.
We climbed into the hot, steaming water together. The shower had a bench, and he insisted that I sit as he lovingly washed my legs, my arms, soaping slowly, massaging my sore and aching muscles until I felt so warm and relaxed and tingly all over again.
“You’re so much more gorgeous than I even remembered.” He sounded awed as he caressed me. “I thought you were perfect then, but you’re even more than I’d imagined.”
“Oh, Dom.” I’d never had anyone talk to me like that, as if he were worshipping me.
“I’ve wanted you so much for so long.” He soaped my breasts, tender, circling gently, then drew me up into the spray to wash me off. He held me so I didn’t need to support all my weight, letting me rest against him as the warm water rinsed my naked body. I faced away from him, my back against his chest. He still held the soapy washcloth, and he slowly traveled down my stomach, down between my legs where he treated me so gently, so lovingly. I sighed and relaxed into him as he stroked. It almost felt like floating, nothing filling my head but pleasure, pure pleasure.
“I want to make you feel good, Gigi.” He dropped the washcloth and started using his fingers, cupping me, petting me. “I remember being down at the beach with you. Making you come that first time.”
“Oh, that felt so good.” I flushed with arousal at the memory. I’d replayed it so many times, touching myself, but it never felt as good as his fingers. He knew exactly how to work me, coaxing arousal, building, stoking my need.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you come, baby.” He spoke into my ear, a hand at my breast, the other circling my clit, working me in a slow and steady rhythm. “I worked you hard last night. But do you think you can come for me again?”
“Mmmm,” I moaned, feeling it build, wanting to come for him. I quivered in his arms. He brought his hand up to my neck, tilting my head back, holding me at my throat, possessive. I felt so vulnerable, like he was pinning me there, forcing me to come and it pushed me over the edge. I cried out and came on his fingers as he rubbed and worked me, coaxing shudder after shudder from my body.
“That’s it.” He sounded so satisfied, so pleased with my response. I flushed warm inside and out. But he wasn’t done. He led me out of the shower, toweled me off then carried me back onto the bed.
He spread my legs wide, looking at my pussy like a man possessed.
“Dom,” I demurred, feeling slightly shy and honestly tired. The man had pushed my limits and then some. I might need a break. “I don’t think I can—”
But I found myself unable to talk the second his lips sank down to my pussy. So gentle at first, kissing, exploring, licking as if to soothe me but then he spread my lips, working into a rhythm. I found myself sighing, opening wider, surrendering to how good he could make me feel.
“I’m a greedy man,” he informed me, moving up to my clit. He flicked his tongue out, light, teasing. He knew exactly how to not give me enough so by the time he did sink into me, sucking hard I was begging for it, mewling and panting on the bed.
“Dom, Dom!” I clawed at the comforter, his shoulders, his hair, unable to believe he was getting me to the edge again, so soon. But his relentless insistence, his dominance turned me on so much and he licked and sucked and licked so good I felt it there, cresting, ready.
“Come for me,” he commanded. Shuddering, I came in his mouth with him lapping and drinking in every last drop. My eyes rolled back in my head as his tongue fucked me, then loved me, licking me clean.
“Oh my God,” I managed, quivering, exhausted on the bed. What did he do to me? Just when I was convinced I didn’t have anything left, he taught me I had a lot more. And it felt so good to be wrong.
He looked down at me, his chest huge and heaving, the expression on his face dark. “I want more,” he demanded.
“I can’t Dom. I can’t.” I shook my head. Impossible. I knew I couldn’t walk even if I needed to. I could barely remember my own name.
“No? Are you saying no to me?” he asked, rough. “I’m in charge, remember?”
He walked away from the bed and left the room. I lay almost in a daze. Was he serious? Was he angry with me? Then he came back with some rope.
“Put on some heels.” He pointed to the closet. My eyes widened. Where was the soothing, gentle man who’d washed me in the shower? Now he stood over me with a rope, ready to do what? So help me, though, I wanted to find out. As spent and exhausted as I felt, I wanted to know what he had planned.
Slowly, I pulled myself up and weakly made it to the closet. I picked a pair of slip-on heels, so high I could barely walk in them but at least they didn’t have any straps or buckles. I didn’t think I’d have the motor coordination.
I turned back to the bed and saw he’d been busy. He’d made a pile of pillows at the bottom edge. “Come here,” he ordered and crazy though it might be, I felt a quiver in my core. The innermost part of me responded to him, instant and hot, craving that feeling of pleasing him, knowing he could give me pleasure beyond my wildest dreams.
I walked over and he positioned me at the pillows, then tipped me over so I was lying on them, breasts pressed down into the mattress, pillows thrusting my hips and ass high in the air. I could still stand, but only barely, my feet fighting on tiptoes to balance in my heels.
“Stay,” he commanded as he walked over to a bedpost and tied some rope there. Then he grabbed my wrist and looped the rope around it, tying it snug enough I couldn’t move much, but not so tight it hurt. He took a second piece of rope and did the same with my other hand. I lay there bound, trapped, completely naked with my ass literally served up to him on a tower of pillows.
He prowled around me, surveying his handiwork. An electric current ran through me, wondering what he would do next. As he came up to my side, I glanced at him nervously.
“What are you going to do?” I asked breathlessly. Was he really angry with me?
He reached out and stroked my hair, so loving, so gently and I melted at his touch. He had me. I knew, deep in my soul. I could trust him. He’d take care of me.
But then he drew up to his full height. “I’m going to punish you for trying to say no to me.” He walked back around to my rear, where I was displayed, spread so vulnerable.
“I’m sorry I said no.” I twisted in my restraints, nervous.
“You need to take your punishment,” he informed me, unyielding. “You need to learn to obey me.”
His hand landed down square across my bottom. I couldn’t move, couldn’t protect myself and I whimpered. Smack, his hand landed down again, this time farther down my rear.
“Your ass looks so good when I spank it,” he hissed, whacking me again so hard I moaned. “The way your cheeks jiggle. And your skin pinks up.” He hit me again and I felt it, wellin
g up from deep inside, my response, so wrong to this punishment. I loved it.
Panting, I stopped struggling. He smacked my ass and I relaxed into it, taking my punishment, the wetness growing in my core. I wished I had something I could rub my clit against. Every time he smacked me I moaned, feeling my arousal build, build so much it started dripping down my thighs.
“You’ve been making me so hard for so long.” He smacked me hard.
“Dom,” I sobbed under his hand. “Dom.”
“Spread your legs for me.”
I felt like I could barely stand, my legs quivering and screaming with fatigue but I managed it. I inched one foot farther to the right, the other farther to the left so I could show him what he wanted.
He touched me, right where I ached most, with a deep, desperate need. And it wasn’t with his fingers. I could tell it was with his cock, running it along the seam of my pussy, taking my lube and working it up into the crack of my ass.
I panted, moaning, sobbing. I wanted that cock. I wanted it so badly.
Spank, his hand came down on my ass and I screamed with need. “The next time I tell you you’re going to come again, what are you going to say?”
“Yes,” I sobbed, panting.
“That’s right.” He worked his cock along the slick seam of my ass, then along my pussy again. “I know what you want. I know what you need.”
“Yes,” I begged. “Please.”
“That’s it,” he praised me, pressing against my clit with his cock. “That’s my girl. You gonna come for me now?”
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