She did as he asked and then cried out again as he unzipped his pants. He didn’t even take them off. He merely put on a condom and then pushed two fingers back inside her. “You’re so fucking wet! I love it. I’m going to fuck you hard and deep, baby, and then you’re going to play the bad girl for me. I’m going to introduce you to my toy collection.”
Angela barely had time to register his comments before his dick was sliding into her soaking wet pussy. He wasn’t small, and it burned at first, but only for a second or two. Then the most exquisite sensation filled her as he went all the way in, then pulled back out again. He kissed her ass cheeks and then swatted them hard before he plunged his cock back inside. She couldn’t hold back the orgasm any longer, and it crashed over her amidst loud cries of pleasure.
Dominic repeated his torture of pushing inside, then pulling out and spanking her, until she didn’t think she could stand anymore. Finally he stayed inside and fucked her hard and rough, just like he’d promised. His balls slapped her pussy with each thrust, and it took no time at all for her to come again.
He groaned loudly as she did, and then he withdrew and flipped her onto her back. He pulled her toward the end of the bed so her ass was practically hanging off it, and then he sank his dick into her once more. He bent her legs at the knees and held onto them as he thrust in and out, gazing down at her with raw lust on his face.
“That’s it, baby. Come on. Take all of me inside you.”
She moaned loudly at the sheer power and dominance of the man as he fucked her deep and hard again. Droplets of sweat splattered her body, but she didn’t care. She’d never been taken like this, and she absolutely adored it. When he finally came, it was loud and proud, and she shivered knowing she’d given him that much pleasure.
He collapsed over her, stroking her hair and kissing her neck. When he lifted his head and grinned, shivers ran down her spine. He caressed her face tenderly. “You are in very big trouble.”
She giggled. Angela had never been so damn happy or sated in her life. “Am I now? Why is that?”
“I didn’t give you permission to come.”
“Seriously? Like I could help that?” She laughed. “Dominic, I’m sure you’ve heard this before, but you are an amazing lover. That was so damn sexy I will never forget it. There was no way I could keep from coming.”
“Twice you did it. Thank you, by the way, for what you said. You’re pretty damn fantastic yourself.”
Tiny jolts of electricity raced through her body at his words. “I almost came a third time.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
“We’ll have to do something about that.”
He crawled off her and stripped so fast she barely had enough time to take in his rock hard, muscled body. A fine dusting of dark hair covered his chest, abdomen, and legs. She thought she’d faint from the sight of him. She’d never seen anything so fucking beautiful in her life.
He took her hand and pulled her to a sitting position. “If you need to pee, I’d suggest you do it now. I’m going back downstairs to retrieve your things we left behind, and to get us some water and food. We’re going to need it.”
When she stood he kissed her, hard and rough, and then he gave her ass a hard swat as he pointed toward the bathroom. “Don’t keep me waiting forever, beautiful.”
“I won’t.” Once inside his bathroom, she couldn’t stop staring at everything. The same décor graced this room, all the way down to the stone countertops and faucets shaped like old-fashioned spigots. They were the kind you would have found outside on homes at the surface. Had he done that on purpose? Likely, he had. He did nothing accidentally or half-assed, that was for sure.
She stared at her face in the mirror after she’d taken care of business. Had that really happened? Had he really fucked her unlike any sexual experience she’d had to date? She turned sideways and smiled at the slight pink color to her ass cheeks. What would they look like when he paddled her?
Angela shivered again as she returned to the room. The role play scenario he’d described sounded so damn sexy she was sure she’d enjoy it, but did he really expect her not to come unless he said she could? He must be nuts, and yet she wanted to try to hold it off, just to please him.
She put her hands over her mouth and squealed softly as the realization of where she was and what she’d just done with him washed over her once more. Nothing in her life would ever be the same again.
Dominic returned to the room, and the aura in it changed, just like that. The man was so commanding, and she had a feeling she hadn’t yet experienced even a fraction of his power or dominance. He placed bottled water and a plate of cheese, crackers, and fruit on top of the mini bar, and then he placed her suit top, bra, purse and laptop bag on a chair.
Finally, he turned and gave her a molten look of hot, dark lust. “Are you ready?”
She nodded. Words weren’t possible right now.
He pointed toward an armoire on the far wall. “Open that please.”
She walked over and did as he asked, then glanced over her shoulder.
“There are several plaid skirts in there. They’re all new, so don’t worry about anyone else having worn them. Oh, and I suppose we should have had this conversation before now, but I have no STDs. May I assume the same of you?”
She turned to face him. “God. I wasn’t even thinking about that. I have none. Thank you for bringing it up.”
His sheepish grin made her heart skip a beat. “Yeah, that was very irresponsible of me, but I was caught up in the moment. I had to have you.”
She sighed out loud. “Same here.”
“I always use condoms as a general rule, just the same.”
She nodded. “That’s fine.”
He pointed again. “Pick out a skirt and a blouse. There are several sizes of each in there.”
“Do you have a color preference for the plaid?”
He shook his head, and Angela looked over the clothes in the armoire. How many women had done this? Obviously he’d planned for this fantasy with others, judging by the selection of sizes and colors. Why were they all new? Did he toss them out afterwards, or did the women keep them as souvenirs? How many times had he done this?
Stop this! Don’t go there. No. She would not ruin this. No one else was here right now. She was the only woman in his bedroom, and he’d called her “beautiful” and told her she was an amazing lover. He was having fun, and so was she. She knew his reputation, and she’d walked into this with open eyes and open legs. This wasn’t the time to play jealous girlfriend.
She selected a red plaid skirt because he seemed to like the red suit on her, and then she plucked a blouse off its hanger and turned. “Shall I put them on now?”
“Yes. I only wish I had knee socks and saddle shoes. Not sure why I never thought of it until now.”
Did that mean he’d never done this before? Why have an armoire full of clothes if no one had worn them? Odd. “I’m sure we could find them somewhere.”
“Oh, I know we could and I know where, but we’re not leaving this apartment right now to go and buy them.”
She smiled as she donned the skirt and blouse. “Shall I button it up?”
“Yes.” His gaze was smoldering, and she shivered again. “All the way to the collar, please.”
She did as he asked, and then he pointed toward a second armoire. “Open that one now, please.”
Angela stepped over and opened the doors, and then she gaped at dozens of paddles, floggers, straps, an actual bamboo cane, and things she couldn’t identify, each hanging neatly on tiny hooks. He had every imaginable color, material, and size in there.
“Holy shit,” she whispered.
He was behind her before she had time to process the fact that he’d moved. He reached around and lightly caressed her hard nipples through the cotton. “I’m going to choose five toys.”
He moved his hands down her torso and then under the skirt to caress her pussy, whi
ch was already wet again. “And then I’m going to put you over my knee and use each one on your lovely, round ass. You will take the swats I give you because you are such a bad girl.”
She moaned softly, and he flicked her clit with his thumb. Oh fuck! “In between using each toy, I will fuck you again.” Oh God… “I will fuck your pussy, and I will fuck your mouth. I might even fuck your ass.”
She was going to come if he didn’t stop touching her clit like that. Did he have any idea what he did to her? Probably. “If you come again, we will start all over again with the toys, and we will keep going until you learn to come only when I tell you that you can.” Yeah. He definitely knows what this is doing to me.
He turned her around roughly and cupped her face, his gaze dark and dangerous. She moaned again as hot desire swept through her. “Do you understand the rules, Angela?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I do.” This had just become the most erotic afternoon of her entire life, and she couldn’t wait to see where it led.
Chapter Nine
Dominic was so ready to come again it was ridiculous. He hadn’t been able to talk anyone into this fantasy for five years, and even then Becca hadn’t really enjoyed it. She’d told him role playing was silly. He’d bought these damn clothes ages ago, and only one woman had worn any of them. After Becca had burned him, he’d nearly tossed out the entire collection, but in the end had thrown out only the ones she’d worn.
If Angela knew how dry his sex life had actually been for the past few years she’d be surprised. He should probably tell her. Judging by a couple of her comments today, she likely thought he was having sex all the time with multiple partners. He wanted to set her straight so she didn’t think this meant nothing to him.
Then again, she also didn’t know the chance he’d taken in doing this at all, and he hoped she never had to know. This was a huge leap of faith for him, and he never wanted the reason why to be her burden to bear..
He reached around her, inhaling the muskiness of their recent lovemaking and her perfume. She was intoxicating and so damn lush. He’d known she would be. Dark-haired, dark-eyed girls were his one true weakness. The shorter ones were even sexier because they were so portable. He loved to be able to pick them up and move them around with ease.
He caressed the wooden fraternity paddle. “This one for sure.” It always delivered just the right punch, but some women found it too painful. She had enjoyed the spanking, so he hoped he could ease her into this as well. “What do you think?”
She touched it, running her hands along the edge. “It’s thick. I think it would hurt.”
He moved her hair aside and nuzzled her neck. “It will.”
“Then I want it.”
He groaned softly as he lifted it from the hook and placed it on the shelf below. Now he needed something to balance out the unforgiving wood, so he chose a thin leather flogger. It would sting, but the leather was soft enough for a beginner. He moved his hands under her skirt and caressed her ass, his cock so hard now it was painful. “You choose the next one.”
Her soft, sexy moans drove him insane. She pushed back against him until he was ready to say fuck it to the damn toys and simply sink his dick into her pussy again.
“How about this?” She took the cane off its hook. “Is this actual bamboo?”
“It is, and it’s not for beginners. I doubt you could take too many swats with it.”
She glanced over her shoulder. “Not even if you hit me lightly?”
Oh dear God and all the saints in heaven! “Does it intrigue you?”
“Yes.”
He plucked it from her grasp and placed it next to the flogger and paddle. “Then we’ll use it, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Next he chose a thick leather paddle with holes in it, and then a feather duster because he really didn’t want her not to be able to sit down tomorrow. As an afterthought, he plucked a silk blindfold from the collection.
“What is that?”
He trailed it over her breasts. “What does it look like?”
“Either something to tie my wrists with, or a blindfold.”
He nuzzled her neck again and she moaned. “As enticing as it would be to both tie you up and blindfold you, I think we should start slowly.” He wrapped the silk around her head and fastened the ends in a loose knot. “This will help you concentrate only on the sensations and on my voice. You won’t have to anticipate what I’m doing next, and you will have no decisions to make.”
“Oh … this is … I didn’t expect it to be so decadent.”
He chuckled softly. “Great word. Speaking of words, I want to give you two safewords. Do you know what those are?”
“Yes. I mean I’ve never used them. I’ve never done anything like this, but I read a lot. I know what they are.”
He smiled at what he now recognized as her nervous tone of voice. She was still so young, but not immature by any means. Naivety in a woman had always been his downfall. The idea of helping her explore this hidden side of her personality excited him like nothing had for a long time. He wanted to show her everything, and he hoped she would enjoy this experience as much as he already did.
“Good girl. Use ‘yellow’ for anything you need, like water, or a bathroom break, or if you’re feeling afraid or overwhelmed and just need to stop for a moment. Use ‘red’ to stop me immediately. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
“Then come with me.” He took her hand. “Just walk. I won’t let you fall.”
He led her to a large armchair and pushed away the footstool with one leg. “There’s a chair in front of you. Lean over and place your hands on the seat.” She did, and then he lifted her skirt and caressed her ass cheeks. The pinkness he’d put there earlier was already beginning to fade. He intended to make her ass all kinds of pretty colors before the night was over.
“You have a perfect ass for this, Angela.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with lust.
He slipped a hand down her crack and then back up again, circling her puckered hole. “Have you had anal sex before?”
She moaned again, and he wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to hang on. “Once.”
“And?”
“Not enough lube.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. I promise you we will not let that happen.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. This isn’t about pain. It’s about sensations and pleasure. I’m going to retrieve the toys. Stay like this until I return so you don’t fall. Understood?”
“Yes.”
As Dominic gathered the toys, condoms, lube, and a few bottles of water, he glanced toward Angela every few seconds to make sure she was all right. His life had just changed. He could feel it. While he was thrilled about that, he also sent up a silent prayer that this wouldn’t backfire.
Not only did he need to keep her safe from what lurked at the edges of his life, waiting to strike him down at the first possible moment, but he needed to find out what she was hiding. He hoped like hell he hadn’t just walked into a snake pit and brought down more danger on his own head, because he really liked this girl, and he didn’t want to give her up.
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Angela took deep breaths and cleared her head of everything except the sounds and smells in the room. The blindfold really helped because every other sense was heightened. She heard the songs of the fake birds outside, caught the scent of sweat mixed with Dominic’s heady cologne, and she felt the movement of air as he walked behind her.
She heard him push what she assumed was the footstool closer to the chair, and then she listened to a small piece of furniture being moved across the room. Soft sounds that she thought might be objects being placed onto a wooden surface reached her ears. Those must be the things he said he was going to retrieve.
As his hands caressed her body through the blouse and under her skirt, she moaned loudly in surprise and pleasure. “Ther
e’s a table next to the chair with everything on it we will need. I’m going to push the footstool even closer and have you kneel on it, with your torso, arms, and head resting on the chair seat so your ass is in the air. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“You will be kneeling close to the edge of the footstool, so I want you to stay as still as possible while in that position. I don’t want you to become disoriented and fall. If you need a break, use your safewords. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” He pushed the footstool closer and helped her kneel where he wanted her to, and then she listened to him move around the room. His bare feet padded against the carpet, and his scent wafted past her nose. His hands caressed her, and each time they did, she moaned softly.
“Remember what I said about orgasms, Angela. Not until I say you can. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” He was totally nuts if he thought she could stop it, but she would try. Assuming she could even think by then.
He lifted her skirt, and then he reached around and played with her nipples through the blouse. “This is pretty, but it’s in my way.” Before she could react to his words, he simply tore open the fabric. She cried out at the sheer power of the gesture as the buttons plodded softly against the carpet.
“That’s better.” He grasped her breasts, kneading them in his strong hands. “Now you’re mine, bad girl. You can’t get away from me, and you have to take your punishment. What do you have to say for yourself?”
Say? She couldn’t even think right now. “I’m sorry and I won’t do it again?”
“Nice apology, but it’s too late.”
His words sent chills down her spine as he let go of her breasts and moved behind her. She tensed, waiting, but when something touched her it was only the feather duster, grazing her ass cheeks and the backs of her legs. He lightly teased them before caressing the same areas with his fingers, and then moved the feather duster underneath to brush it over her nipples and pussy. Each pass caused more goosebumps to break out on her skin.
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