by Amelia Jade
Rhynne inhaled sharply as the temperature in the room notched up several degrees instantaneously. “Is that so?” she asked slowly, unsure of exactly what it was she thought she was doing.
Dominick made an affirmative noise. “Here, I’ll show you,” he said, taking one of her hands and placing it on his knee closest to her.
“I don’t feel anything,” she said, her voice wavering, but not quite cracking as her fingers dragged across his leg, her palm rubbing through his jeans.
“I do,” he whispered into her ear, the wash of his breath over her ear sending little tingles down her spine, eliciting a shiver of delight from her core.
“That’s because I’m touching you,” she told him, still not looking up as she watched her hand go back and forth, stopping about midway along his upper leg before slowly moving back toward his knee.
“Would you like me to touch you?” he asked huskily, leaning in slightly closer to her neck, his deep voice reverberating across her skin as he spoke. He all but growled his question in that deep, seductive way that men somehow managed to pull off.
Not trusting her voice, Rhynne nodded, and tried not to jump as a big, strong hand ran up her back. She was wearing her normal vest and white shirt combo, but right then, she wished there were nothing between his fingers and her skin. Nothing that could impede her feeling his touch, wherever he might decide to do so.
“So all this time,” he said, his lips a fraction of an inch from her ear.
He dragged a single finger across her neck, left exposed by her hair, which was worn up in a tight ponytail as usual.
“You’re telling me…” He dropped another finger onto her, moving closer to her hair. “That you’ve actually wanted me?”
Rhynne, still not able to speak, nodded. Dom chose that moment to push all of his fingers up through her hair, massaging her scalp with them as his lips burned a mark in her neck. She trembled under his touch, feeling the heat in her core rise as the fires burned brighter, stoked by Dom’s touch.
His head dipped lower, slowly, achingly slowly, kissing down her exposed neck toward her collarbone. He kept kneading his fingers through her hair, keeping Rhynne all but immobile in his grip as he sent every nerve ending he came across into a frenzied breakdown.
Rhynne’s right hand came up across her body, reaching around the back of his head even as he continued to press his lips into the tender flesh of her neck, and her fingernails gently scraped across his skin, starting just behind his ear and moving to the base of his neck.
Dominick shuddered at that, but he didn’t stop. Instead, Rhynne stiffened as his other hand slid across her lap, beginning to rub up and down the inside of her leg. He stopped short of the arch at the top, but each time his fingers came a little bit closer. The stimulation was becoming almost too much for her to handle.
Almost.
“Dom,” she whispered as his teeth nipped lightly at her neck, the mixed sensations driving her further into the fog of arousal that was rising within her, that heady feeling that seemed to eclipse everything else around her whenever it appeared.
“Yes?” his voice came through her ear, deep and thrumming with desire as they once again fell into each other’s embraces.
This was what she’d seen in him that first night, and why she had let herself be seduced by a cadet. There was a connection between them, a bond of sorts that seemed to transcend their normal interaction. It was as if they both just had an instinctual understanding of what the other wanted, when they wanted it, and how.
And right now, Dom was holding back on her.
“Touch me,” she all but begged, willing his hand between her legs to rise just a little bit farther.
“Is that so?” he asked, continuing the slow, deliberate, rise and fall of his fingers, while his lips dipped just a little bit closer toward her collarbone.
Rhynne hissed in restrained delight, but she nodded. “Yes, touch me now,” she told him, contemplating removing her hand from his lap and forcing him between her legs. But she didn’t, for now.
“Say please,” he spoke into her ear, his voice hardening in that utterly intoxicating way, the one which signaled he was taking control of the situation. At the same time, his fingers in her hair tightened. Not enough to make her uncomfortable, but just enough to give a tug on her hair.
Rhynne couldn’t help it. She moaned at the change in his approach. It was so fucking hot. “Please,” she whispered. “I want it.”
Dominick seemed to consider it for a moment. “Like this?” he asked, and his fingers reached up and pressed between her legs, sending shockwaves of pleasure rushing out through her system as he finally made contact with her clit, even if it was through several layers of clothing. That first touch was still electric, and it produced a violent shudder that ran from the base of her spine up to her neck.
“Yes,” she said aloud, “just like that, please.”
This time Dominick’s voice was a growl as he stopped kissing her and spoke into her ear once more. “Please, what?”
The commanding tone in his voice made it clear to her what he was looking for, the answer he wanted to hear. Rhynne felt blood rush through her body at the way he was taking command.
“Please, sir, touch me like that,” she replied, knowing that that was what he wanted to hear.
“Better,” he said, and she almost lost control as his hand began to move anew between her legs, drawing circles with his fingers around and over her, coaxing more moans from between her lips as she tried to stay focused.
“Shh,” Dom was forced to say at one point. “We’re not fully alone this time.”
Rhynne nodded and bit her lip, trying desperately to keep quiet as his touches built the heat within her, forcing her hotter and hotter until she was ready to explode.
“Stand up,” Dom commanded abruptly, and Rhynne was on her feet before he was done speaking.
“Turn around.”
She did as she was commanded, facing away from him. She felt more than saw him rise from the bed, and his body pressed up against hers. His head came around and he began to kiss the neglected side of her neck, sending a fresh batch of shivers through her whole body.
Rhynne felt her knees begin to wobble as two strong, deft hands slid up her sides, across her stomach, and cupped her small, but firm breasts through her shirt. She wasn’t overly sensitive when it came to her mounds being touched, but she did, however, love the feeling of Dom’s hands on her body.
“I want to see you naked,” he rumbled into her neck, his fingers beginning to unbutton her vest. She didn’t even have time to reply before the two buttons fell away. “I want to be able to run my lips across your entire body,” he continued.
“Yes,” she said, the word coming out as a moan. “Please, sir.” Now she was begging, and she was loving the growl of delight that Dom gave, the vibrations powerful enough she could feel them through his chest. The noise turned her on even more, if that was even possible at that point.
Moments later her shirt was open and he was able to touch the soft, smooth skin of her stomach and sides for the first time. He didn’t waste a moment, tracing fiery lines across her skin with the tips of his fingers.
Her heart was racing, blood pounding against her skull as he brought her to new heights of arousal. Yet all she could think was that he hadn’t even kissed her yet! Rhynne felt her eyes roll back into her head as he continued to touch her body, hands sliding up her sides before diving down and across her stomach, pressing over her jeans and running right over her now-throbbing clit.
Rhynne couldn’t take much more. She was about ready to explode, and her pants were still on. She tried to turn and face him so that she might kiss him, but firm hands grabbed her shoulder and held her still.
“Did I tell you to move?” he asked in her ear, his voice full of command once more.
“No sir,” she replied, allowing herself to submit to his authority.
In her normal life, Rhynne was anything but subm
issive. She was a dominant, powerful figure, and that was just the way she liked it. But right then, right there, the subtle yet unmistakable ways that Dom was taking control were perfect. He was firm without being overly rough, and yet despite him being in control, it was she who was benefitting from it all as he explored her body.
The contrast was powerful, and it increased her arousal further, ensuring she would do anything he commanded her to.
Now if only he would command me to do something. Like take off my pants. Or take off his pants…
Abruptly she realized her hands had been doing little more than dangling at her sides, or touching Dom’s arms, feeling his muscles as he ran them across her. Feeling frisky and confident, she let them fall back to her sides. Then, biting her lip in anticipation, she pushed her hand across his firm stomach and down over his belt. She hesitated for just a moment as his hands undid her bra, stopping her actions to let the last piece of material on her upper body fall to the ground before she resumed her quest.
Dom had touched and was now seeing much of her body. It was only fair that she was able to return the favor. Her hands found his belt buckle, pulling it apart as her hips pushed back into him and feeling the hard bulge pressing through his pants. She wanted to free it, to wrap her hands around it and stroke it, until Dom told her to do more.
He didn’t stop her as she fumbled with the button of his jeans. After a second it came away, and she tugged the zipper down as well. Rhynne didn’t pause to pull his pants down. Instead she just tucked her hands under the waistband of his boxers and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. He was already almost completely hard, and the sudden groan as she touched him was accompanied by a rush of blood to his cock, hardening it still further in her grip. His hands had been midway up her now completely bare sides, and they slid across her ribs to cup her breasts, his fingers gently playing with her nipples as they hardened under his touch.
Now, however, he slid one hand down her stomach and back between her legs, while the other came up and lightly wrapped around her neck. Rhynne froze. Not out of fear, but out of anticipation. Dominick wasn’t going to hurt her, she knew that, and had no doubts. No, her pause was because she knew he was about to order her to do something else. She just didn’t know what it was.
“Do you like what you’ve found?” he said into her ear, nibbling on her lobe as he did.
“Y-Yes, sir,” she said, her voice stammering as his fingers found her clit, moving over it as he awaited her response.
“Good. You’re going to show me how much you like it, aren’t you?” he asked, though his voice wasn’t a question.
Rhynne licked her lips, knowing exactly what she was going to do now. “Yes, sir,” she replied, turning to face him.
Dom pulled her close and at last he kissed her. Both of his hands came up and grabbed the sides of her head, while she threw her arms around his neck, hauling him in tight. She knew it would be some minutes more before she got the chance to kiss him again. She took advantage of the moment right then and there, pressing her tongue out until it found his, their lips coming apart and moving back together as they stood there in various states of undress.
At last they broke apart for air, and Rhynne did as she had been commanded to by dropping to her knees in front of him. His jeans had fallen to his knees, but the electric-blue boxers—such a fitting color—were still concealing him from her eager eyes. With a lick of her lips to wet them, she pulled the waistband out and over his cock, springing it free from its clothed prison so that she could look upon it at last.
From her first grip she’d known it was long, and it hung out now, as if straining toward her in eagerness for what she was about to do. Thick veins ran up the underside as she wrapped her hand around the base of it, holding him steady while her tongue flicked out and around the underside.
“Fuck that feels good,” Dom groaned from above her, invigorating her efforts as he continued to make pleasurable noises while she sucked his cock.
There was nothing better than a man that made it known he liked what she was doing, and Dom did just that. He continued to brush his fingers through her hair, which was starting to fall out of her ponytail. His grunts and groans told her she was doing a good job.
His length meant she couldn’t take all of him into her mouth. But she tried hard, to the point where she gagged on it, much to the delight of Dominick.
“Stop,” he said, trying to pull her away. “You need to slow down or I’m going to explode,” he said through a clenched jaw.
Rhynne’s free hand was resting on his abs, and she felt them tighten.
“Do it,” she told him, looking up into his eyes as she bobbed her head up and down. Her hand now stroked in time with it, using her saliva as lube to ensure she didn’t tug at his skin.
Dom’s eyes widened in surprise, and she felt his cock swell slightly in her mouth, the precursor to his orgasm. A louder, deeper groan than anything he’d emitted so far came from him, at the same time that his legs began to shake.
Rhynne prepared herself just in time as his cock pulsed once, the only warning she got before the first spurt of hot cum rushed out into her mouth. She continued to jerk him off into her mouth as he came hard, her eyes focused up on his face, straining to watch as he contorted in pleasure from the actions she was committing.
Finally he shuddered one last time and fell back abruptly. Rhynne swallowed the last of his load and licked her lips clean, moving forward until she could rest both hands on his thighs.
“Damn,” was all he could say, though it wasn’t a curse, but a word of approval instead.
She smiled and kissed his still-hard shaft.
“Get up here,” he commanded from where he was lying flat on his back, and Rhynne obeyed instantly.
Dom gathered himself and pulled her on top of him, kissing her hard with a passion few guys would have after what she’d just finished doing. But Dom didn’t seem to care, and the kiss went on for some time.
He broke away without warning and rolled her onto her back, a wicked grin on his face.
“Your turn,” he said into her ear. “Make sure you don’t alert anyone outside,” he teased.
Rhynne bit her lip as he began to kiss his way down her body. “I’ll try my best,” she promised, flinching in delight as his fingers undid her pants and pulled them and her underwear off in one smooth motion.
She held her breath as he spread her legs by running his hands up from her knees. She was now fully naked and exposed to his roaming eyes. A tremor of excitement shook her as his eyes lit up in delight while they took in the sight before him. Dom swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, before he disappeared between her legs.
Rhynne’s back arched involuntarily as he cupped her ass with his hands and pulled her to his hungry mouth. His tongue drew scorching lines across her while his breath blasted each and every nerve ending in its path with fiery heat. She moaned, immediately clamping her hands over her mouth to keep the noise from escalating.
He was just starting and she was already losing control. The teasing he had done earlier had left her so close to the edge that Rhynne knew it would be mere moments before the pressure between her legs built to titanic levels. Even now she was moving closer to the cliff as his tongue swirled up and over her clit.
“Oh,” she exclaimed as a finger gently pushed inside of her, bringing her blissful pleasure to another level as he touched her from within and without.
Dom had started off slow. He picked up speed, and she began to rock her hips toward him, eager for more. Always more. The fingers of his free hand clamped down on her ass and pulled her toward him as best he could, but even that didn’t slow her motion. She was losing control, her own orgasm so close she could feel it as it built within her.
One moment she was enjoying herself, wrapped up in her pleasure and practically writhing under Dominick’s delightful touch.
The next something shattered inside of her, releasing everything that had
been building. Her muscles all locked up at once, forcing the air from her lungs as she reached out to the sides, fingers holding on for dear life as she began to shake. Dominick never stopped, his tongue only moving faster over her clit as she tried to force herself to breathe.
Then all at once everything released and she came. Her teeth bit so hard into her lip she thought she could taste blood as she tried to remain quiet. Air rushed into her lungs, filling her body with yet another euphoric glow as her climax pummeled her senses into oblivion in the delightful way only an orgasm could.
As her muted cries and spasms from his touch subsided somewhat, Dom slowed his tongue and slid his finger from inside her, allowing Rhynne to catch her breath and recompose herself. After all, that was but the beginning of what she hoped was to come.
“Hi,” she said with a dazed smile as his head came up from between her legs at last.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, pausing to run his eyes over her naked form once more.
“Thank you.” Rhynne felt her cheeks heat up at such a blatant stare, until she noted the way his hard cock was hanging from between his legs. She realized with a start Dom wasn’t coming up to cuddle as he placed himself between her hips.
He coated the head of it in her own wetness before sliding it inside of her.
Rhynne gasped as her walls parted for him, protesting somewhat as he continued to thrust forward slowly, his eyes focused on her. Every time she flinched or moved, he paused for a brief moment to allow her to adjust. It felt like a blissful eternity, but in just seconds he was completely inside of her, his hips pressed up against hers.
“Oh my,” was all she could muster as he began to grind his hips against her.
Dom hunched over and she seized the opportunity to level the playing field. At long last she grabbed the sides of his shirt and hauled it up and over his head.
“Next time, that comes off first,” she told him with a wag of her finger as his firm chest and rippling abs came into view.
“So you’re saying there’s going to be a next time?” Dom teased as he withdrew slightly from her.
