Love So Dark: Billionaire Romance Duet

by Stasia Black

Jackson looks wary. “What is it?”

  I use the spoon and put a dollop of soufflé over one of his nipples. Then, leaning over so that he has full view of my over-ample cleavage, I lick and then suckle it all off.

  The chocolate flavor explodes on my tongue, but even more pleasurable than the flavor is Jackson’s response. His pupils dilate even wider, his nostrils flare and the chest underneath my mouth moves up and down like he’s running a marathon. I give the nipple one last teasing bite and then lift up.

  “You see, I’m hungry for dessert.” I give a coy smile. “And I’m happy to make it an enjoyable experience for you as well. I take the spoon and land another dollop right on the tip of his long, throbbing dick. His eyes flare and I lick my lips.

  “But,” I hold up a finger and give him a severe look. “The slave only gets the treat of his Mistress’ mouth if he does not move a muscle. There will be no shoving, no thrusting, no movement of any kind. Am I understood?”

  He nods.

  I glare at him. “Am I understood?”

  “Yes, Mistress.” His voice comes out thick and I smile in gratification.

  Now let’s see if he can hold up to his end of the bargain. I lean over and put my mouth over the entire head of his dick. The flavor of the chocolate mousse again hits my senses, but as I suck it away, I began to taste something else.

  Jackson. His shaft is thick and pulsing in my mouth. I suck him in far enough so that my lips close right over the fat ridge of his head. As I lick the last of the soufflé way, it mixes with his essence, a little bit of pre-cum that has leaked out from how excited I’ve gotten him even though I barely touched him so far. Just the thought has me sucking even harder.

  I bob my head up and down once, making sure to give good suction especially as my lips close over the ridge again. I don’t miss Jackson’s low, ecstatic groan. Or the way his cock twitches in my mouth and seems to grow even more.

  But he’s a good boy and he doesn’t thrust his hips at all. He doesn’t shove himself down my throat. The chocolate flavor, Jackson’s scent, and even the smell of the oiled leather from the table are enough to separate this moment from the other so that no flashbacks are popping up.

  Thank you God, thank you God, thank you God. I reach over for the cup of mousse and lather him up and down with the sugary treat again. Then I get to enjoying my dessert.

  I’m tentative at first about how far I take him in my mouth, but when he continues lying there like a good little slave, I venture sucking more and more of him in.

  Christ, I never realized how hot giving a BJ could be before. He’s trembling underneath me. When I glance up, his heated stare is enough to send volcanic fire shooting straight to my core. The desperation, the need on his face… My fingers bite into the leather on either side of his hips and I bob my head even lower until his bulbous head hits the back of my throat.

  I apply suction and my cheeks hollow out. Then I lazily bring my mouth back up until I let go with a loud pop. His eyes go wild with lust. I’m about to start humping the edge of the leather table, this is getting me so hot. I lick the slit at the top of his head and then move to take him in again, inch by slow torturous inch.

  And then he bucks up into my mouth, thrusting his cock nearly into my throat, not once, but in and out and back in again before I tear myself away from him.

  “Motherfucker!” I yell at him and slap his dick.

  He looks shocked and it quickly morphs to mortification. “I’m so s— sorry,” he stutters and tries to sit up but is jerked backward by his restraints. “I can’t believe I just— I’m so sorry— I didn’t mean—”

  I glare at him. A riot of feelings battle for prominence in my chest. Disappointment, the lingering flash of fear I felt in the moment when his cock was almost choking me and also, strangely, a savage excitement because he’s still locked up and now he deserves whatever punishment I give him.

  I turn away from him and stalk over to where a high-backed wooden chair sits on the wall. I drag it over the hardwood floor, enjoying the scrape of the wood on wood as I go. I hope I’m fucking up his floors. I slam it in place right beside his head. I sit down, spread my legs, and hike one calf up over the wooden arm rest of the chair.

  “I’m sorry. Callie, shit. I’m—”

  “Shut up,” I say, proud when I manage to keep my voice calm. “It’s Mistress to you, and you will not say another word.”

  He shuts his mouth even though I can see it’s killing him. Too fucking bad.

  I adjust myself slightly as I work my black lace panties over my ass, down past my thighs and over my thigh high boots. I toss them on Jackson’s chest. He watches me with a mix of concern and fear. Good for him, the fucker. Can’t even obey one simple set of instructions.

  I slouch further down in the chair and lift my dress so he has a good view of my glistening pussy. All the nicer to touch myself. I’m slick and swollen from the buildup of everything tonight.

  Rolling my clit between my fingers makes the surge of excitement race that much higher. Jackson’s eyes are locked on the movement of my hand. I switch to rubbing my clit with my thumb and drive my first two fingers inside myself. I shudder and sink even lower in the chair.

  “Oh God, yes,” I moan, rubbing the upper walls of my sex.

  “Let me free, I can take care of you. I’ll make up for disappointing you, I swear.” Jackson’s voice is choked with fervency.

  My fingers pause their motion and I tilt my head at him. “Oh, you will, will you?” I shoot to my feet. I take the fingers that were just inside myself and rub them over his lips, then jam them in his mouth. He eagerly sucks at my juices, nostrils again flaring.

  When I pull my fingers back, his corded neck is taut. “I swear, I’ll make you come harder than you ever have before in your entire life.”

  I lean over so that my breath is hot on his ear. “That does sound delectable.” I move to his other ear, letting my hair fall over his chest. “It also sounds like something that only a deserving slave should get the privilege of doing.” I bite his ear, not roughly enough to draw blood, but more than a simple nip.

  He hisses in a breath and I pull away. His eyes are full of frustration more than remorse now. He’s definitely not a natural submissive. Which makes me all the more determined to master him.

  Before I sit back down, I walk over to the cabinet and retrieve one of the midsized dildos. Then I take a seat and opened my legs wide. I open the top of the box and pull out the flesh-colored plastic cock. “So pretty,” I murmur. I run my hand up and down the length of it, miming jacking it off.

  I bite the tip of my tongue as I reach my fingers down and stretch myself a little further. Watching Jackson’s furious eyes and muscles flexed against the restraints makes me squelch. Oh yeah, I’m ready.

  “I bet you wish this was your sad, neglected dick.” I hike my leg even higher on the arm of the chair so he has a picture-perfect view as I rub the crown of the lifelike dildo up and down my slit, teasing my clitoris.

  “Oh God, that hits the spot,” I moan, tossing my head back. Even from this position, I watch Jackson through slitted eyes. “You tasted how wet I am. I think it’ll go in just fine without any lube, don’t you?”

  Jackson grits his teeth.

  “I asked you a question, slave,” I snap.

  The vein in his forehead pulses. “I’ll apologize a thousand more times, if you just let me—”

  I shove the dildo home and let out an unabashed cry of ecstasy. “Oh God, I’m stuffed so full. You can’t even imagine how full I feel.”

  When I look back over at Jackson, he’s turned his face away so that he’s looking at the far wall.

  “Eyes on me, right now.”

  His head doesn’t move and I pull out the dildo, enjoying the wet noises it makes even while I’m pissed as fuck at Jackson.

  I move until I’m towering over him, directly in his line of sight. “Do you want to use your safe word and end this scene?” I’m dead serious. I want
to make this work but if Jackson simply doesn’t have it in him to submit, then there’s no point to any of this.

  A pained look crosses his face. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment and then he looks up at me. “No,” his voice is quiet. He sucks in a deep breath. “I don’t want to end it.”

  “Then stop being a fucking baby.” Each one of my words is a stab. “You’re a Dom. Would you put up with a sub pulling this shit on you?”

  He jolts like I struck him and it finally seems to sink in. “No.” He’s subdued but nods decisively. “I’d spank them till their ass was black and blue for acting like this.” He lets out a breath and drops his eyes. “I’ll submit to whatever punishment you deem necessary.”

  I grab his chin and jerk his head up, forcing his gaze to meet mine. “And you’ll obey when I give you a fucking order?”

  He swallows but nods, then catches himself and says, “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Good. Now that we’ve had this little come-to-Jesus moment,” I climb up on the table so that I’m straddling his chest, dildo in hand, “we can continue. You are to watch what I’m doing. Don’t you dare take your eyes off me. No matter what.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  I repeat the teasing ritual I went through earlier with the tip of the dildo before easing it back into my body. It’s even better this time, with Jackson’s hot body between my thighs. I scoot down so I’m straddling the upper part of his waist right below his chest. I’m high enough that there is no contact with his straining cock. I bet he can smell me, though. I smile at the thought. From the pained look on his face as he watches me, I imagine I’m right.

  I prop the base of the dildo against his stomach and ride it. I suck in my breath as I grind down on it.

  “Ooo, that’s so good,” I groan. “If only you weren’t such a fuck up, this could be you inside me.” With the hand not holding the dildo, I reach up and grab my breast. The ladies are already spilling so far over my bodice, it’s little effort to pop one out over the top so that my nipple is exposed. I squeeze my plump breast in my hand and then lift it higher so that I can lick the tip of my puckered nipple.

  “Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck, does that make you hard?” I ask Jackson, rising up and then jamming down again on the fake dick. A glance over my shoulder shows a stream of pre-cum trailing the side of his pulsing shaft.

  I look back to his tormented face. “I wonder if you can come just fucking the air like that,” I ponder out loud. “Doesn’t seem like it would be very satisfying,” I lean into the dildo and come back down at an angle so that it rubs my clit just right, letting out another high-pitched satisfied moan.

  “But at least,” I manage through gasped breaths, “you won’t be left with blue balls at the end of the night.”

  “For fuck’s sake,” he curses.

  “Did you say something?”

  He shakes his head, but his face is red with strain. Fuck me, he’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. His arms tense and yank against the restraints. I think it’s unconscious, he can’t help trying to break out from being held down like this. It’s not in his nature.

  So why is he doing this? It’s obviously more than difficult for him. Every bit of the night has been a strain against his natural inclinations.

  “Why are you doing this?” As much as I might want this, I need to understand. “Why did you agree to be my submissive?”

  His chest moves up and down underneath my body like a great bellows. He looks a little dazed by my question at first, like he’s been so lost in what we’re doing that human words take a moment to register. “Because… it’s you.”

  Nice sentiment, but it doesn’t tell me anything. “You’re a dominant. What’s so special about me that you’d put up with any of this?” I gesture at his hands in the restraints.

  He’s quiet but I’m not having any of that. I turn and grab his neglected cock in my fist. His whole body jerks. I pump him up and down and then let go.

  “Tell me what’s different about me,” I command.

  Again he struggles for words, but finally says, “You and I have a bond. We’re…” He shrugs as much as he can while being locked up, “…similar. When I first met you, I looked at you and saw a little bit of myself.”

  I blink in shock. What? I thought— I thought when we first met he saw me as a victim. I thought that’s why he pursued me in the first place.

  “What do you mean?” My voice comes out as little more than a whisper.

  Jackson looks away from me and I can tell by the expression on his face, the way his mouth tightens and his eyes shudder, that he’s said more than he meant to. “Just that we’ve both been too trusting and we know what it’s like to have been taken advantage of by manipulative people.” His eyes come back to mine. “We’ve both survived and are stronger for it.”

  I… This is not what I was expecting. Here I am, lodged on a dildo, still horny as fuck, and Jackson’s words are sending me on a tailspin.

  Gentry. He’s talking about Gentry. He’s alluded to his past with Gentry a few times. But always in very vague terms. Something bad happened there. I can’t imagine it was anything like what went down with me, but what was it?

  I grip Jackson’s shaft again and he groans. The sound shoots straight through me. “You are so fucking turned on right now, aren’t you” I ask huskily. I loosen my grip on him and tease my fingers up and down his length before juggling his balls between my fingers.

  “I bet all you can think about right now is what my hot cunt would feel like, squeezing around you, milking you fucking dry.” I give him a hard squeeze and rub him up and down again. He hisses and his cock flexes up into my hold.

  I hover over him and grasp his shoulders. “Tell me what Gentry did to you.”

  His eyes had been closed in ecstasy but they shoot open at this. And they’re full of fear. Not of Gentry himself, I don’t think, but of me finding out... something. What the fuck? What doesn’t he want me to know? I dig my fingernails into his shoulder muscles as I lean in, pressing my breasts into his chest.

  “Tell me.” I’ve never sounded more like a Domme than in this moment.

  Jackson’s eyes are wide and wild. “Yellow,” he whispers.

  Yellow? He’s going to fucking yellow me?

  No way, buddy. Yellow is meant to be a signal things are pushing a sub’s comfort zone too far, but part of the point of all of this is to break through the boundaries of comfort zones. And this is supposed to be about establishing a bond of trust. He’s just revealed that what brought us together involves his past with Gentry. And he thinks he can just fucking leave it there?

  I pull back, but I’m not nearly done with him. I go back to pumping up and down on the dildo, but it’s Jackson that I’m riding. This great beast that I’m determined to subdue. At least I have him leashed for this brief moment in time.

  I look down at him, taking him in in all his glory. Muscles bulging. Face and chest glistening with sweat as he bucks uselessly beneath me, his dick thrusting into nothing but air.

  My pussy clenches around the dildo inside me. I can’t quite pretend it’s him. No, Jackson Vale inside me would be an altogether different experience. But seeing the denied want in his eyes is a high all its own. And God, the wave inside me— It’s rising, and God, the heat—

  “I’m going to tame you and then ride you, you fucking beast.”

  Oh, oh, it’s close. Almost there. Oh God. I lean forward and grab onto Jackson’s sweat- slicked hair, bringing my face so close to his we’re sharing a breath. “Tell me what Bryce Gentry did to you,” I demand. “Now!”

  “Stiletto,” he says, and then closes the gap and kisses me hard. I’m furious and so fucking turned on and—

  I claw at his hair as I impale myself on the dildo and come in a sharp bright burst. It’s shorter than others I’ve had, but intense. So intense I feel like I might get a goddamn migraine from it or pass out. I pull away from Jackson’s mouth and lean my head on his shoulder, gasping for brea
th as I come down.

  Then what he said registers. Shit. He used his safe word. That means all play is supposed to stop immediately. I scramble to get off him, but my leg cramps up and I almost fall in the attempt.

  “Careful,” he says. He’s breathing hard too. I grab onto his bicep to steady myself as I ease to the floor.

  “Got it,” I say, my legs shaking. I remove the dildo and then look around, suddenly embarrassed. Shit. This feels awkward now that the scene is over. Like, hey, where’s the sink so I can wash my pussy juice off this nice brand-new dildo?

  But when I glance over at Jackson, his eyes are averted like he’s embarrassed too. He’s trying to scrunch his legs together at an awkward angle but it’s not working since the restraints are holding him spread-eagled. I move to release his ankle cuffs when I realize what’s going on.

  His cock’s no longer flying at full mast. Nope, instead, there’s a small puddle of… Holy shit, he came. Without me even touching him, he came. I mean, I’d heard that could happen for guys if they were stimulated enough, but I sort of thought it was a myth.

  And he looks embarrassed about it. I hurry to his face, take both his cheeks and leaned down to kiss him. “You’re fucking amazing.”

  His eyes search mine. He looks so vulnerable. I’ve never seen his shields down like this before. Like I could crush him or be his everything depending on how I play this moment.

  Tonight could be considered a failure if one was just looking at it from the outside. Jackson had a hard time submitting and disobeyed my demands. At the end, he used his safe word. But right now, the way he’s looking at me, his fucking heart and soul stripped bare for me…

  I bend down and kiss him again. First with the gentlest brush of my mouth on his and then deeper when his lips tug on mine and his tongue seeks entry. God, I’ve never felt more connected to another human being in my whole life.

  I only pull away so that I can release his wrists from the restraints. He immediately sits up and the first thing he does is pull me into his arms. There’s no more embarrassment between us. He just holds me for I don’t know how long. Eventually we undo his ankles. He wraps the towel tightly around his waist and then, hand in hand, he leads me down the hall to his master suite.