Tempting the Domme

by Golden Angel

  Luke gave another little suck on her tender clit, making her toes curl.

  THWAP!

  His smug, blue eyes grinned up at her as he pulled away slightly, his face hovering above her pussy.

  “Naughty cupcake,” she said, rubbing his shoulder with the crop where she’d just smacked him. “I was going to give you a treat, but now I’m going to make you do all the work. Come up here.”

  Using the hand in his hair, she pulled him up towards her body, positioning him on top of her. Her right leg wrapped around the back of his left as he kneeled between her thighs, one hand on either side of her body, the tip of his cock nudging against her pussy lips.

  Luke’s confused expression was adorably sexy. “I thought you never give up control in the bedroom.”

  She couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, cupcake. You’re not in charge just because you’re on top. Now fuck me and you’re not allowed to cum until I do.”

  Olivia pulled him down for a thorough kiss, tasting her own pleasure on his lips as he groaned and thrust forward.

  ******

  It took Luke less than two seconds to understand what Olivia meant about him not being in control even though he had the high ground.

  While he might be on top, she was still the one running the show. Her hand was curled around the back of his neck, one ankle digging into the back of his thigh while he thrust into her, pushing him deeper, and now she had no problem reaching his ass with the crop. Luke groaned against her lips, thrusting harder as she moved against him, her nipples brushing against his chest as he made himself slowly sink into her wet heat and then slowly draw away.

  The crop traced his ass and then lifted.

  THWAP!

  The bite of pain made him jerk forward, his ass tightening in response around the plug, reminding him of the full feeling it created, and his cock jerked inside of her.

  And he was supposed to be able to control himself until she came again?

  Not that she’d left him much choice.

  ‘Do or do not. There is no try.’

  Yup. Yoda’s voice echoing in his head was just unsexy enough to help.

  Olivia moaned, writhing, her nails biting into the tender skin on the back of his neck as he sank into her again.

  Well, it had helped for a second anyway.

  Instead of concentrating on how good she felt, how full he felt as the plug stimulated him from behind, and how hot it was to be on top and yet entirely in her thrall, Luke turned his focus to pleasing her. Pleasuring her. Thrusting in and out of her tight heat, grinding himself against her sensitive pussy lips and stiffened clit every time he fully buried himself inside of her. He moved his hips in a circle motion, pulling away from her kiss to trail his lips down her neck. Her head fell back as she enjoyed his ministrations.

  Thrust.

  Grind.

  Thrust.

  Grind.

  THWAP!

  Every time she got him with the crop his own need surged, his ass clenching, body jerking in response. It was fucking hot. The little stinging swats made him burn.

  Her hand moved from his neck down to his shoulders, where the skin was sensitive from when she’d been cropping that portion of his body. Groaning, Luke found himself moving harder and faster than he’d meant to, his lust surging as she played with him… toyed with him…

  As he started to try forcing himself to slow again, her hand skated down his lower back, curving over his ass, and then her fingers pressed against the base of the plug. It felt like it thrust deeper into him, as he was buried deeply inside of her, and Luke gasped out a strangled cry of shocked ecstasy.

  “Olivia!” His hips moved, pumped, of their own accord as she played with the plug, using it to force his movements.

  It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.

  Sheer, unadulterated heat swept through him. Her other hand grasped his ass, squeezing the cheek hard, pulling him open and the back of his brain realized she must have dropped the crop. The rest of his brain was far too focused on all the sensations she was creating inside of him to care.

  She nipped his earlobe as he moved, harder and faster between her thighs, spurred on by her own twisting, pushing movements of the plug inside of him, and Luke could feel his balls tightening as she pushed herself against him.

  Writhing underneath him, her own panting breaths turning to pleasure-filled moans, Olivia still retained full control over him as he frantically strove to push back his orgasm.

  “Olivia… please…” he gritted the plea out between his teeth. “Fuck… I can’t… I can’t hold back…”

  “What do you call me?” she asked, dragging her teeth over his earlobe.

  “Olivia…”

  The plug twisted. Pushed. She bit down on his earlobe.

  The honorific fell from his lips, automatically and inevitably. “Mistress!”

  Pumping the plug harder, she arched against him, her pussy tightening around him as she moved her hips up to meet him. Luke could feel the base of his spine tingle, his cock throbbing painfully as the situation became desperate.

  “Oh yes… yes… harder… fuck yes!” She began to cry out and Luke let slip the last reins of his control as he felt her begin to spasm around him.

  His ass clenched tightened around the plug, which she pressed hard on, pushing it against his prostate and making him howl with ecstatic rapture as his cock throbbed and pulsed inside of her. Every push of the plug seemed to milk another spasm from his body, until he was panting and weak, slumped over her and sure his balls couldn’t have another drop of cum left in them.

  Fingers trailed down his back.

  “Oh young Padawan, you have much to learn,” she teased gently, her own voice thick with satisfaction.

  Luke managed enough energy to snort. “Just so you know, I don’t find Star Wars references in the bedroom particularly sexy.”

  “Darn scruffy looking nerf-herder.” She giggled as Luke groaned, rubbing his admittedly scruffy face against her chest. What could he say? He liked the way he looked with a constant five o’clock shadow.

  And deep down, he actually did think it was sexy Olivia was quoting Star Wars at him. Although he was also glad she had waited until after fucking his brains out.

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  Chapter 19

  Coming out of the women’s locker room at Stronghold, Olivia looked around but didn’t see Luke yet.

  The club looked amazing for the holidays. Not just because Patrick and Lexie had gone all out this year (really Lexie had gone all out, but only because Patrick had let her) but because so had the members. They’d loved the themed nights Lexie had pushed Patrick to introduce from the very beginning, but tonight it seemed like every single person attending the party was participating.

  She saw tons of green and red with a few smatterings of blue and white, but even those fit in. Leigh was one of the ones in white, sitting on Jared’s lap at one of the bar tables. Appropriately enough, he was dressed in a holiday sweater meant to resemble a tree with soft ‘decorations’ all over it, while Leigh was dressed as a sexy Angel Christmas tree topper. Adam was a rather resigned looking Santa Claus, watching over his ornament wife. Yup, Angel had gone for full on décor—she was basically wearing a gold bikini with sarong wrapped around her hips and had used body paint to turn her massively pregnant belly into a big red ornament complete with gold wiggling lines across it. Her stomach would fit right in on the massive Christmas tree Patrick had in the center of the stage.

  Olivia smiled when she saw Rick and Maria, wrapped around each other at the bar as they waited for their drinks, smiling and talking with Jessica, Justin, and Chris. They seemed even more relaxed and happy than the last time she’d seen them. Although she doubted their grieving was completely over, it looked as though they might be through the worst, and she was glad of it.

  The sound of the door to the men’s locker room had her turning her head, and as she’d hoped, Luke w
as the man exiting from it. He looked like the kinkiest, sexiest, grumpiest reindeer in the North Pole.

  The leather harness strapped across his chest was brown, as were the boxers he was wearing. The antlers on his head were a matching brown, and she was pretty sure they were also the source of his current displeasure. Olivia grinned at his unamused expression, which softened as he took in her own outfit. She was wearing an extremely sexy Mrs. Claus outfit—basically a little red dress with a fluffy skirt. It was trimmed across the neckline and around the hem with white fur, and a matching bolero jacket—and the thigh-high black boots she knew he had a special liking for.

  “You look good,” she said, crooking her finger at him. When he came close enough, she slid her fingers under the ring in the center of the harness and pulled her to him a little faster, setting him just a little off balance. His blue eyes lit up with appreciation—and challenge.

  “You look good too, Scarlet,” he said almost mischievously, his hands coming up to rest on her waist.

  Olivia smacked them away with her free hand, making his smile grow larger.

  “Don’t make me put you on the naughty list,” she warned, only half-serious. She liked that he didn’t always make things easy. How he always wanted to push and be pressed back into line.

  “Do people on the naughty list have to wear reindeer antlers?” he asked, turning back to being a little grumpy as she turned and began to lead him towards their friends, her fingers still curved into the harness ring.

  “Just be glad I didn’t put you in a tail,” she said, winking impishly.

  ******

  A tail?

  Luke suppressed the urge to reach back and cover his ass. He might like the plugs, but pony and pet play was definitely not his thing. Although, he had to admit he’d seen some cute ‘bunnies’, ‘kittens’, and ‘puppies’ in the club before—even a ‘fox’ once which had been intriguing. But not something he wanted to do himself.

  Looking around he could see he wasn’t the only reindeer, which made him feel a little better. In fact, it looked like everyone had gone all out with their outfits for the party. When he saw Angel’s outrageous portrayal of a Christmas tree ornament, he couldn’t help but snort a laugh.

  It was hard to feel too awkward about what he was wearing when he was more covered up than quite a few of the club members—and downright unoriginal at that. As Olivia led him across the floor, he saw quite a few other reindeer, elves, Santas of both sexes, angels, and a few people who were just dressed (or not) for the theme. One woman was wearing nothing but actual Christmas ornaments hanging from her nipple rings. Compared to her, he looked downright modest.

  And Olivia looked fucking amazing. Luke definitely didn’t mind being her reindeer. The red dress she was wearing dipped low in front, showing off a lot of creamy cleavage but covering up even more of it with the white, furry trim. The jacket she was wearing covered her arms and upper back but nothing else. A thick black belt around her waist made it look impossibly tiny, especially with the way her skirt flared out. Luke couldn’t help but wonder if she planned on using that belt on him later.

  The piece de resistance, however, were obviously the boots. The same boots she’d worn to the second submissive class. The same boots he already had a myriad of fantasies about.

  “Hey, Luke, Olivia,” Patrick’s voice coming from his office slowed their pace as they looked over. The big man was standing in the doorway to his office, dressed in Santa pants and boots with a Santa coat that was hanging open in the front and had the sleeves ripped off. He was even wearing a Santa hat.

  But at least he still got to be Santa, Luke thought a little glumly, trying not to think about the reindeer antler headband as it bobbled slightly on his head.

  Patrick waved them over and Olivia’s fingers slid out of Luke’s harness. He caught her hand as it dropped down to her side; she gave him a brief look but didn’t pull away. Luke was pretty sure she was dropping into work mode, but he didn’t want her to go all the way there if she didn’t have to. Fortunately, hand holding was innocuous enough she didn’t seem bothered.

  Gesturing them to enter, Patrick stood aside and held the door open for them. Michael and Ellie were already in there, standing in front of Patrick’s desk and looking just as bemused as Olivia and Luke were. Lexie, however, was nowhere to be seen.

  “Where’s Lexie?” Olivia asked, her brow wrinkling as Patrick closed the door behind them and locked it. Somehow, despite his size and aura of authority, he managed to look like a naughty little boy.

  “I accidentally-on-purpose forgot the cookies at home today so I could send her back for them and talk to you all once you got here,” Patrick said, looking oddly excited as he hurried over to his desk. Yanking open the top drawer, he pulled out a small, gray, velvet box.

  Ellie immediately gasped, her hands flying to her mouth in happy excitement, and even Olivia made a little noise of surprise and delight. His face practically splitting open he was grinning so hard, Patrick held it up.

  “Yes, it’s what you think it is. If none of you have any objections, I’d like to use Marquis’ opening to propose to Lexie.”

  Immediately Michael, Luke, and Olivia piled on with reassurances that they thought Marquis’ opening on New Years’ Eve would be the perfect place for him to pop the question. Ellie bounced up and down, practically squeeing with excitement and doing a little happy dance in place as her own boyfriend looked at her with shining eyes.

  Luke slid his arm around Olivia’s waist, grinning. Romance was in the air. No, he and Olivia weren’t there yet, but at his age… well, he wasn’t going to get seriously involved with a woman if he didn’t see the possibility of it. And he sure as hell wouldn’t have let a woman do all the things Olivia had to him if he wasn’t pretty sure she was what he wanted for the rest of his life.

  “How are you going to do it?” Olivia asked. Even though she wasn’t dancing around like Ellie, her cheeks were flushed with happy excitement and it was obvious she was thrilled for both of them. She glanced up at Luke as his fingers caressed her hip, grinning widely, her silver eyes dancing.

  “Well… I’m going to leave the details a surprise for everyone, but I know I want to do it during our scene,” Patrick said, putting the ring box away without showing off the ring, much to everyone’s obvious disappointment. He chuckled at the noises they all made as he did so. “Lexie gets to see the ring first, people. And don’t tell the others about this. I’m only telling you all since we’re going to be running the opening night.”

  “What can we do to help?” Michael asked.

  “I was thinking—ah, damn it!” They all turned to look where Patrick’s eyes had gone—at the security cameras in the parking lot where Lexie’s car had just turned into a spot. “How did she get back here so quickly?”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll go stall her for just a minute,” Olivia said, volunteering. “Tell them what you need and we can talk just the two of us later.”

  “Not by yourself,” Luke said, frowning down at her. Immediately, Olivia gave him a Look, her eyes practically shooting daggers. Ouch. Maybe that was what Andrew had meant by ‘the mean look.’

  “I make the most sense,” she said, a little frostily. “You or Ellie would have to run and get shoes and clothes, Patrick can’t stall her, and Michael’s not wearing a shirt—he’ll freeze. I’m wearing boots, a dress, and have sleeves. But I need to go right now.”

  On the security camera screens, Lexie was already getting out of the car.

  “But…” Luke gritted his teeth. He didn’t like the idea of Olivia going out alone, but she was right. The rest of them would freeze. The parking lot was full of cameras with people arriving fairly frequently and Lexie would be there. He glanced at Patrick.

  “We can probably talk about this later…” But Patrick sounded hesitant, as he should. There was only a week until Marquis opened, a lot to be done, and Lexie was often glued to his side. This really had been a fairly opportune time to g
et all club owners and their manager in the room together without her there.

  Besides, the club was hopping. It was the holiday party after all; people had been coming and going all night and all of them were just inside.

  “I’ll be right back,” Olivia said brusquely, pulling away from Luke and stalking to the door which led to the lobby. She moved quickly, with her head held high and not looking back.

  “I only need a minute or two!” Patrick called after her, before turning back to the others and looking sympathetically at Luke. “Sorry.”

  “I get it,” Luke said, waving his hand. “What do you need from us? We better make this quick, because she’s really not going to be able to slow Lexie for more than a couple minutes.”

  They could see Lexie on the screen, getting what Luke presumed were the holiday cookies out of the back of her car. As she pulled out the rather large box, Olivia came on screen.

  “Here,” Patrick said, pulling out a folder with a sheet of paper. “We’ve got the performance schedule for the evening.” With Michael and Ellie, Luke leaned over as Patrick quickly started to speak about how he wanted to propose.

  ******

  Fuck it was cold. Olivia’s heels clacked on the ground as she hurried across the parking lot—which was thankfully free of any wet spots since they would have definitely turned to ice by now.

  “Hey hun!” she called out as she saw Lexie straightening up, a large box cradled in her arms. “Do you need any help?”

  “Olivia?” Lexie asked, lowering the box enough to peer over it. It was both wide and tall, although apparently not too heavy or Patrick would have never sent his girlfriend back for it.

  “Geez, how many cookies are in this thing?” Olivia asked as she reached her, her hands automatically going to take it from the more petite woman.

  “Enough for the whole club,” Lexie said with a sigh.