by M. S. Parker
I was still processing the ‘I’m going down on you’ part of what he’d said.
“Aleena?”
I sucked in a breath and then said, “Uh…right now, it all sounds good to me.”
He chuckled and I felt him kiss my knee.
Oh, shit.
“Open your legs.”
Heat flooded my face and I slowly parted my thighs. I hissed as he pulled me towards the edge of the couch, the sensitive skin of my ass rubbing against the soft material.
With the blindfold on, everything seemed more intense. It didn’t block out the light, but I was rendered blind nonetheless. His lips slid across my sex, while I was excruciatingly aware of the press of his fingers, even the feel of his knees pressing against my ankles as they dangled near the floor.
A shocked “Oh…” rolled out of me as he licked me.
He licked me, the same way he had licked my mouth and my body exploded with sensation. Then he slid his tongue inside, teasing my entrance, going farther. Taunting me while I began to shudder and shake beneath him.
His teeth scraped over my clit and I cried out in startled, delirious pleasure.
I tugged and realized belatedly I’d curled my hands in his hair.
I went to pull them back, but he caught one, guiding it back to his scalp. “Don’t stop,” he muttered against me. “Show me that you want this.”
Want it? I was trying to figure out how I’d ever existed without this.
He stiffened his tongue and pressed inside me again, starting to fuck me rhythmic thrusts. I flexed my hips, driving myself against his mouth, blindly seeking the orgasm I already felt building inside me.
I came hard and fast, and I forgot his order. I cried out his name and would have begged him not to stop, if I’d have the ability to think. But I’d long since lost that. I was still shuddering, shaking, sensation and hunger rolling through me when he pulled away.
I reached for him, but he caught my hands. “Be still,” he said. His voice was tender, though, almost gentle.
My hands fell loose to my sides and I lay there, heart pounding. If I’d had the strength, I might have risked another punishment—although maybe it wasn’t much of a risk since the…ah, consequences had been so pleasant. But I didn’t have the strength.
“Come here,” Dominic said, his voice low, quiet.
I would have asked, but his hands were on my hips, guiding me further off the edge of the couch. Those long, low cushions came in very handy.
I heard something tear, smelled something odd.
“A condom,” he said softly.
“…do we…um, but you said you were clean…”
“I am.” His fingers slid against me, distracting me as he continued to speak. “But I always wear one. Any woman I’m with should expect me to wear one—just as any woman should expect her partner to wear one.”
I tried not to squirm at the idea of him so bluntly discussing his past lovers. “But…” I stammered. I didn’t want a barrier between us. He’d felt so good the last time. “I won’t get pregnant. And I’ve already told you that I’ve only been with the one guy. Why do we need one?”
“Because we do.” His fingers slid inside me and pressed deep. I gasped as that simple touch sent sensation all but screaming through me.
“You’re talking, Aleena,” he murmured, bending low and nipping my lip. “This is one topic I’ll excuse—this one time. But disobey me again and there will be punishment.”
As if to highlight his words, he traced one hand down my hip and slid it under me, cupping my ass. It was both pleasure and pain and I already knew I wanted more.
“Are we clear?”
I nodded.
“Say the words.”
“Yes, sir.” The affirmation came quickly, without a moment’s hesitation. I’d say anything, do anything to continue feeling this way.
Then his body brushed mine and the thought of obedience, punishment, pleasure, pain…everything, it all faded away and the only thing that mattered was him. This.
Instinctively, I reached up to push away the blindfold, but he caught my hands, held them in one hand and guided them overhead. “Not yet, Aleena,” he whispered. “Not yet.”
His cock pulsed against me as his mouth rubbed against mine, slowly, teasingly. When I tried to kiss him, he shifted his attention to my neck, my ear.
“Now, you’re allowed to talk. I want to hear you beg. I want to hear you scream.”
He bit my lower lip and I moaned.
“That will work, too.”
I could almost hear the smile in his voice and then he kissed me and I tasted myself on his lips. It shouldn’t have been so erotic. Yet I found myself rocking against him and sucking on his tongue, craving more.
He lifted his head and said, “You’ll suck on my cock like that. Soon.”
I lifted my mouth, seeking his.
“Won’t you, Aleena?”
“Damn it, Dominic!”
“Answer the question.” His voice was low, like a growl and his hand tightened around my wrists. “Will you suck my cock like that?”
“Yes…yes, sir.” I shuddered as I said it, realizing now just how much I’d longed to do just that, to do just this…all of this.
“Good girl.” He nipped my lower lip. “I’m tempted to sink into that sweet mouth right now, to feel those lips wrapping around me. Later. I want to feel that pussy of yours wrapped around me more.”
“Yes, Dominic.”
He passed over me, his sheathed cock slipping against my wetness. I whimpered when he rubbed against my clit.
“Now,” he said after he’d done that so many times I started to shake.
He came inside me, driving in deep and hard. The skin on my bottom was sore and my clit felt swollen. Everything was more intense.
The hand restraining my wrists tightened and instinctively, I tugged against him.
“Remember how to make this stop,” he said.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“Good.” He pressed his brow to mine, his breaths coming just as quickly as mine. And then he started to move.
He surged inside me, quick, deep thrusts that made me cry out. My back arched and I struggled to scream, struggled to breathe. Pleasure slammed into me, bombarded me.
And I begged.
“Please…please…please…” The word bounced and echoed off the walls and I thought if I didn’t come soon, I’d die. Dominic moved higher on my body and the angle caused his cock to rub directly against my clit and I tensed, locking down around his cock.
It was too much—
“Scream for me.”
I did.
I screamed until I couldn’t breathe as the orgasm tore through me. Everything dimmed, grayed…and I felt his cock jerk and thicken as he started to come. He roared and continued to thrust, milking everything into me. Slowly, he quietened and slumped, his body coming down to rest on mine. I welcomed the weight and wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him tighter.
I whimpered.
Dazed, delighted…stunned.
Light blinded me and I blinked, realizing he’d taken the blindfold off. He pulled out and I gasped as that movement alone sent shockwaves of pleasure racing through me. He rose, left me—
I tensed, but he reappeared a moment later, carrying a blanket.
It was barely big enough for the two of us, but it didn’t matter. He was big and warm and I’d never been so happy in my life.
But it came crashing to an ugly, grinding halt before the sweat even had a chance to dry on my skin.
The door unlocked and opened. I barely had a chance to sit up. Dominic’s mother stood in the doorway, staring at us.
“Damn it, Dominic.” She sighed.
Mortified, I clutched the blanket to my chest as Dominic shifted around to sit beside me.
“You know better than to sleep with the help.”
The help?
A punch of humiliation slammed in me, so hard and fast I t
hought I’d be sick. Swallowing, I jerked a look at Dominic, but he just stared at his mother.
Jacqueline St. James-Snow sniffed and flicked me another look. “And really, Dominic, if you were in the mood for something…exotic, you could have found it elsewhere. Why bring it home?”
“Mom,” Dominic said as his eyes hardened.
Slowly, I stood up.
I looked from Dominic to Jacqueline, wrapping the blanket more snugly around me. Before Dominic could say any more, I spoke, “I’m from Iowa, ma’am,” I said, struggling to keep my voice level. “I really don’t think you can consider a small-town girl like me exotic.”
Then I grabbed my clothes, struggling not to let the tears fall as I hurried into the bathroom.
Exotic, she’d called me.
And Dominic had just sat there.
When I slid out of the bathroom a few minutes later, I darted a quick look his way. He rose and I scanned the room for my purse. I grabbed it along with my coat and hit the door before Dominic could stop me.
Never again, I vowed as I rode the elevator down to the lobby. I was through with him and the rest of this shitty city. He’d have to find someone else to serve him.
Serving HIM Vol. 3
Chapter 1
Aleena
The wind cut into me as I bent over the railing of Bank Rock Bridge to stare into the water. It was cold, icy and sharp, but it was nothing compared to the misery I felt inside.
Sleeping with the help.
If I thought it would lessen the pain, I’d have made myself puke, just to get rid of all the poison that seemed to choke me. But it wouldn’t do any good. This kind of pain didn’t come from anything physical.
I could still see the look of disdain she'd given me—and the complete and utter withdrawal on Dominic’s face as he watched.
He hadn’t said anything.
Logically, I knew it was possible to hurt like this.
Logically, I should have already been prepared for something like this. I’d been in this position before after all.
Danny Holton hadn’t pretended to care about me the way Dominic had though. Dominic had made think he…
“What?” I muttered to myself. A few feet away, a couple with a camera looked at me oddly.
Tourists, no doubt about it. New Yorkers were used to people talking to themselves—or to a street post or the clear blue air. Then, to my surprise, I was able to laugh at myself, even if only inside my head. After a little more than six months, I was already feeling like a New Yorker.
Although sometimes, like now, I hated it here. My laughter faded away.
The couple was still watching me and I managed to give them a weak smile. They hurried off and I went back to staring down into the water. It rippled slightly in the wind, casting back a wavering reflection.
Made you think what? I asked my unsteady double down in the water. Made you think he cared?
Sure he did. He cared. In an abstract sort of way. He wasn’t a complete asshole like Gary. But he didn’t really care. He might like me on a casual level, but in the end, what mattered was the fact that I was handy. Easy access to a piece of ass. Easy access to an agreeable piece of ass too. My face flushed all the way to my ears. I’d been naïve. He liked to play kinky games and I’d been open to learning.
It was as simple as that.
I’d been stupid enough to think otherwise.
I’d wanted to think otherwise.
But if I’d mattered…
I sniffled and dashed at the tears on my face.
If I’d mattered, he wouldn’t have let her talk to me like that.
Exotic. Somehow, that word was worse than some of the derogatory insults I'd experienced.
“I should have told her to wait a few minutes and I’d go find my servant girl uniform and get her some tea and crumpets,” I muttered, dashing another tear away. “Just to see what she said.”
At least I’d stood up to her. At least I’d said something. I hadn’t been able to do that the last time people had torn me down.
And it was more than Dominic had done.
He’d just…sat there.
My heart twisted again and I shoved away from the railing. Starting to walk, I focused on the wide, winding sidewalks of Central Park. If I gazed up in a certain direction, I could see the penthouse, so I didn’t let myself look, not until the trees and paths hid it from view. Then it was almost like being back in Iowa, and right now, that was comforting.
It was cold and my legs had long since gone numb, but the last thing I wanted to do was go back to the penthouse. I didn’t feel comfortable calling it home.
It wasn’t home. I wasn’t even sure I wanted it to be home. Not now.
With a knot choking me, I swiped at the tears burning a path down my face. I ended up bumping into a woman—she was dressed for exercise and she waved off my apology, clearly into her power-walk. All around me, people moved with purposes, even those who were just out to get their calorie burn on. I was just here to…
I stopped in the middle of the path.
I didn’t know why I was here.
Other than to get away from Dominic.
He’d just sat there, staring at his mother. He’d barely even looked at me.
Sleeping with the help…
But that’s what I am.
Frustrated and hurting all over again, I stormed over to a bench and dropped down on it. She’d talked about me like I was next to nothing and he hadn’t said a word.
Yeah, I was his employee, but he could have said something. He hadn’t and that hurt was an ugly, vicious wound inside me. I didn’t know how to handle it, how to process it. Forcing myself to swallow past the knot in my throat, I leaned back and stared out across the park, watching the people without really seeing them.
I’d messed up.
Being attracted to Dominic as I’d been, I hadn’t let myself think things through and maybe that was understandable. It had put me where I was now and it wasn’t a good place.
I’d slept with my boss.
Worse, I cared about him.
The question now was, what was I going to do?
I had absolutely no idea.
***
I found myself at Molly’s.
Over the past few months, she’d become my best friend and there was little I couldn’t tell her, but after she’d ushered me inside and put a hot cup of coffee in my frozen hands, I just shook my head.
“I wish you’d tell me what’s wrong,” she said, snuggled up on her ragged couch next to me. “I mean…I can guess it’s about Dominic. We were just talking earlier, but now you look like he told you that fairytales aren’t real.”
“What?” I managed a wan smile in her direction. “You mean they’re not? My Prince Charming isn’t coming?” My heart gave a painful thump.
“He got lost on the way to the ball, that’s all.” She gave me an affectionate smile.
It was a familiar joke between us, but I couldn’t make myself smile back at her this time.
Lifting my coffee to my lips, I sipped it. Its warmth was slowly seeping into my frozen hands and I thought that maybe, in a few more hours, they’d thaw out. “I just need to not think about it for a little while, Mol.”
“I think you need to talk about it,” she said, shaking her head. “You look terrible.”
“Gee, thanks.” I made a face at her. After one more sip of coffee, I rested my head on the back of the couch and stared up at the ceiling. There was an old water stain that had been there since she'd moved in. It was vaguely Iowa-shaped and looking at it filled me with foreboding. “I’m just…tired.”
I wasn’t lying. My body ached in the best of ways and if it hadn’t been for the interruption, I wanted to think that I could, even now, be lying in bed with Dominic. Maybe we could have—
I shoved the thought away.
It was for the best that his mother had interrupted.
Now I knew what I was dealing with.
“I
know that look on your face.”
I shot Molly a look and immediately wished I hadn’t. She had a shrewd, knowing look in her eyes and I could imagine her seeing straight through my skull, finding the memory of what had happened earlier…
And then hunting down Dominic Snow and punching him in the nose.
Molly wasn’t the sort of girl who had problems standing up to people. She could stand up for herself and her friends. It didn't matter that he was more than a foot taller and she weighed about a hundred pounds dripping wet.
Abruptly, I stood up, moving so fast the coffee sloshed out and burned my hand. “Ouch!” Bobbling the cup to keep from spilling more, I headed over to the tiny kitchen area. Her apartment was even smaller than the one I’d shared with Emma, but in New York, that was to be expected. The eating, sleeping and living area was all in one area and if you’re having company in this place, it better be somebody you liked. I dumped the coffee down the drain and stood there, taking a minute to calm my breathing and make sure I wasn’t going to cry. It wouldn’t help. It definitely wouldn’t help.
“Do you mind if I just crash here for a while? I can sleep on the couch.”
I turned and gave her my best smile, hoping she couldn’t see how close I was to falling apart.
Molly was much better at being a friend than I was at acting. She gave me an easy smile and pretended not to notice how close I was to sobbing like a child. “Knock yourself out, Aleena. Just promise me you haven’t started snoring.”
Chapter 2
Dominic
Furious with both my mother and myself, I slammed the bedroom door and locked it, taking five seconds—just five—to turn the air blue before I grabbed a clean pair of jeans. After I dragged them on, I moved back out into the living room.
Ignoring my mother, I stared hard at the front door, almost willing it to open, but it didn’t.
When it didn’t, I stormed over and jerked it open, but the small hallway was empty.
Aleena was already gone.
Of course, the fact that she’d been pulling on her coat while I'd stood there like a statue should have been the first clue.
Swearing all over again, I came back in, not bothering to shut the door. Shoes…shoes…I saw my tennis shoes near the TV and shoved my feet in, sans socks. That was fine. Who needed socks?
