by M. S. Parker
I was still struggling to deal with all of it.
And I hadn’t even told Dominic that there was more.
Lately, people at Trouver L’Amour and some at Winter Business Holdings were beginning to look at me oddly. I’d been hired as his personal assistant, hired to run his personal life. While that coincided with his business life, I was more involved in those things than I used to be. No one told me, but I knew Fawna hadn’t spent so much time at work with him, and certainly hadn’t attended business functions together.
People were beginning to realize we were involved.
And earlier today, he’d had me up against the door of his office in Trouver L’Amour.
I’d been too aroused, too caught up in him to think at first, but later, I wished I had told him to stop. If Amber didn’t know for certain before, she’d certainly figured it out today, and I doubted if the security guards had bought my lame excuse of tending to Dominic’s hand. It didn’t matter that I’d only meant to give him the time he needed to cool off. What mattered was what had happened and what people were thinking of it. Of me.
Forcing myself to speak, I asked him softly, “Why are you asking me?”
For the longest time, he didn’t answer, and I began to wonder if I wanted him to.
Finally, he sighed. His voice was just as quiet as mine. “Because I want you there.”
“That doesn’t really answer my question.” Shivering again, I rubbed my arms. The touch of skin against skin startled me and I looked down, realizing for the first time that I was standing there with my shirt and bra open. I didn’t even remember him opening my bra. I quickly fixed it, closed the front clasp and hurriedly did up the buttons on my shirt. “I don’t have to go. It’s a business function and you’ll have a million people there asking questions and passing you cards. Basically, you need your assistant, but Amber’s your assistant for the business, so she should go. But if you’re asking me…” I shook my head, not wanting to put words in his mouth. I needed to hear them from him. “Dominic, why do you want me there?”
Tension rippled under his voice and I could hear the frustration as he replied, “Because I don’t want my personal assistant there. I want to be there with the woman I’m involved with. I want you there, Aleena.”
“And if I don’t want to go?” I sounded terribly small when I asked. I felt terribly small. I knew he could hear my reluctance and I didn’t want him to think it was him, especially after I’d pushed so hard for proof that he wasn’t ashamed of me. I just didn’t know if I was up to doing this again already.
“Then you don’t go,” Dominic said. He said it simply and calmly and there was no anger in his voice. “I can’t force you to go and I would never try. But I want you there and I don’t want you there as my assistant. I want you there as the woman I’m dating, Aleena.”
My throat was tight. I thought about the way Penelope always looked at me. The way Dominic’s mom looked at me. As if I’d somehow fucked my way into a life I didn’t deserve. I thought about all the sidelong looks I’d been receiving over the past week. Penelope and Mrs. Snow weren’t the only two who thought it.
“People know about us,” I said abruptly. I turned to face him as I spoke, wanting to see his reaction.
He made a dismissive gesture. “Do you think I give a fuck?”
“I care.” Crossing my arms, I took two steps toward him. “I don’t want people thinking I got my job just because you’re fucking me. I don’t want people thinking you put me in this position because you wanted an easy piece of ass.”
He rose from the couch, coming forward in a slow, lazy prowl. Fire danced in his eyes and I could see the anger I’d incited in him. He reached up and caught my chin, his grip almost painful. “Then go with me.”
It was a dare. I could see it in his eyes.
“Let me show them what you are to me.”
He backed me up against the window, his arms moving to cage me in. In the way it always did when he was near, my heart began to race. My skin overheated and I could barely breathe. Love and lust swept through me. He was a drug, an addiction and the need for him went straight to my core.
He bent low and pressed his lips to the delicate skin at the base of my throat. “Come with me, Aleena,” he challenged me. “Let me show them what you are to me.”
I couldn’t have said no if I tried. Mute, I nodded.
I was helpless as he began to undo the buttons I’d just done up. The shirt fell away and my bra joined it a few seconds later. He made a noise like a growl when he pulled off my leggings and found me bare underneath, the sound making me instantly wet. When he straightened, I reached for his shirt, but he caught my hands with his.
“No,” he said. “Not tonight.” He kissed the tops of each hand.
I made a sound of frustration, but he just laughed. When he swept me up in his arms, I caught my breath. “What...” Swallowing a nervous laugh, I asked him, “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to show you what you are to me.”
“Am I allowed to talk tonight?” I asked as he carried me into the room. Not one of our bedrooms, but the room we used when he wanted to tie me up. I often found it ironic, how much he loved restraining me considering how he tied me up emotionally as well.
He stood me on the floor near the bed. “You’re allowed to talk,” he said, answering my question.
He walked around me and cupped my breasts from behind. I could feel the brush of his clothes against my bare skin and shivered. With a soft chuckle, he tweaked my nipples, hard enough to hurt and I cried out, arching into his touch. I still didn’t understand why my brain was wired the way it was, craving the thin pricks of pain that melted into pleasure, but I didn’t need to understand it, as long as I had him.
“You’re allowed to moan.” He skimmed his hands down my torso to my hips, his fingers not quite brushing against the thin curls that covered my pussy. “You’re allowed to scream.” He nudged me toward the bed and I let him maneuver me onto the slick silk. “You’re allowed to beg. In fact, I encourage it.”
I lay face down, my nipples hard and throbbing as they pressed into the cool sheets. He fastened the leather restraints around my wrists, the interior fur soft against my skin. I was thankful he’d thought of that because, as much as I loved being restrained, I didn’t want to go to work tomorrow with marks on my wrists. When he moved to my legs, he pulled them far apart, exposing every inch of me. Because of my height, and binding my hands close to the headboard, he had to extend the foot-post restraints as far as they would go before he could fasten them around my wrists.
When I was spread out before him and vulnerable, he bent over me and whispered, “You’re allowed to come. As often as you want. Just know that I won’t be stopping until I’m done.”
Fuck. I hated when he teased me and made me wait, but I had a feeling this was going to be almost as torturous. I was usually ready to pass out after two orgasms.
He boosted my hips up and my breathing started to hitch as he shoved a wedge between my hips and the mattress, elevating my ass and taking some of the pressure off of my shoulders and chest.
“Do you remember what I told you I wanted to do to you?”
A thrill of excited fear went through me. “You’ve told me a lot of things.”
His thumb traced the seam between my ass cheeks. “This was something specific. Very specific. And I think you know what I’m talking about.”
The bed squeaked as he pulled away.
When he returned, I twisted my head around, trying to look at him, but I couldn’t turn far enough. The sheets beneath me had been cool, but they were hot now. My entire body was hot, burning, craving...I was scared of what was coming, but at the same time, I wanted it. At first, I’d thought I wanted it only because Dominic did, but I realized now that I wanted it for me.
Something cool and wet dripped on my asshole and I flinched.
“Relax,” Dominic said gently. He placed a hand on the small of my back an
d made soothing circles. “I’m just getting you ready.”
“Are you…?” my voice cracked. I didn’t think I was ready for this yet. I wanted it, but I wasn’t ready.
“Not tonight, Aleena.”
I wasn’t sure which was greater, my relief or my disappointment.
“Tonight,” he continued. “I’m going to ride you.”
The words brought hot, blatant images to mind, but I still wasn’t sure. He pushed his finger inside my ass and I gasped at the sudden pain.
“Push down,” he instructed.
I squirmed and tried to twist away instead. I didn’t know where I thought I’d be going, only that I wanted to get away from that intruding finger.
Immediately, he spanked me. Hard. The shock of it brought tears to my eyes.
“Did you hear me?” he demanded, his voice firm.
“Yes, sir,” I managed.
“Then do it. Push down and take it,” he said, pushing the tip of his finger against my ass again.
I whimpered…and then gasped, because when I did what he’d said, a delicious, hot sensation raced through me as his finger penetrated me. He withdrew and then pushed forward again. This time, it didn’t hurt. There was still a slight burn, but it didn’t feel any worse than the place on my ass where he’d spanked me.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Let me have you.”
I didn’t tell him that he already did. Body, mind and soul. I was his, whether I wanted to be or not. And right now, I definitely wanted.
“Such a good girl.” The hand on my back slid up my spine and back again. “Letting me fuck your ass with my fingers. I’m going to use something else tonight, and then, I’ll give you my cock.”
I barely heard him as I moved tentatively back against his finger, not just letting him do it, but helping him. When he stopped, I mewled and twisted, trying to bring him back to me.
He held me still with one hand on my hip. “I’m going to give you something bigger than my fingers now.” His voice was ragged, raw.
I nodded. I’d forgotten to be embarrassed, forgotten that good girls weren’t supposed to like these sorts of things. All I cared about was him and what he was doing to me.
He pushed something blunt and thick against me and I made desperate little thrusts back with my hips, trying to bring it inside me despite the burn as it began to stretch me.
“Slow down, baby.” He kissed the base of my spine as the object opened me wider. “Take it easy.”
Easy? He expected me to take it easy as he pushed something bigger than two of his fingers into my ass? It hurt, but it filled me and I needed that right now. He kept his hand on my hip, controlling the steady, agonizing movement until my body was shaking and he was done. I waited for him to move it, to do something to quench the ache inside me.
Instead, he moved around to the front of the bed, leaning over so he could see my face. “It’s a plug,” he said, heat glazing his eyes. “It’s going to help you.” He pushed the hair away from my face. “You have no idea how amazing it looks, your ring stretched around it. And knowing it’s all to get you ready to take my cock...” His breathing hitched. “I could probably come just from looking at it.”
“I…” Licking my lips, I shifted my hips, groaning as the plug moved inside me. It wasn’t enough though. Not nearly enough. “I need more.”
“You’ll get it,” he promised.
Then he disappeared from view.
I was acutely aware of everything. The sound of the water being turned on, then off.
His footsteps.
The creak of the door to the closet.
Footsteps again.
Then he was releasing me from the bed posts. I knew better than to move without his permission. I didn’t even want to know what it would feel like to be spanked with the plug in my ass. He took a moment to caress my wrists and then my ankles.
“Sit up on your knees.”
I obeyed, gasping as the plug shifted inside me again. He came around the front of me with a cuff in his hand. It was leather and fur-lined like the others, but not attached to anything.
“This will be easier if you can behave.” He took my wrists and bound them together in front of me. “You’re going to keep your legs spread just like you would if you’d still been tied, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” I nodded.
“If you don’t, I’ll get the spreader bar, but it’ll make turning you over more difficult, and I’d rather not have to interrupt what I’m doing.”
I nodded again.
“You remember the word, Aleena?”
There was something in his voice that I didn’t recognize, but I didn’t question it. “Yes, sir.”
He held up what I hadn’t seen before. A collar. Not some leather and studs or spikes kind of thing, but it was still a collar. Black velvet with small silver loops at regular intervals around it.
“These are for attachments,” he explained, touching each one. “It can be a leash for leading or pulling. A way to bind your neck to your legs and contort your body in ways you can’t imagine.” He reached out and lightly touched one of my nipples. “Or to connect to nipple clamps.” His eyes slid down my body. “Or clamps in other places.”
Oh, fuck.
“But that’s for another time.” He knelt on the bed in front of me, close enough that I had to tilt my head to look up at him. “I’ve never had a Sub I could teach like you. I’ve always just met up with women from the clubs or others who knew my…perversions,” he said it softly, with a weird little smile. “But you…”
My breath hitched as he touched my mouth with his fingertips.
“Just how far can I take you, Aleena?” The need to hear it was clear on his face.
Licking my lips, I answered honestly, “I don’t know. But I’m willing to find out.”
His eyes blazed and he held up the collar. “I want to put this on you,” he said. “But you need to understand what it means. Some Subs wear their own collars for decoration or as part of what they like, but it’s different when a Dom gives one to a Sub, asks a Sub to accept one.” His voice softened and, for a moment, his eyes slid away from me. “One like this, it’s a sign of...ownership.”
My stomach clenched but I didn’t make a sound. I needed him to clarify.
He looked at me again. “I’ve never given a Sub a collar, because that would imply we had an understanding between us, that they were mine.” His fingers rubbed across the velvet and I could almost feel the touch on my own skin. “But I bought this one for you.”
Fuck.
“Will you accept it?”
I didn’t hesitate, didn’t stop to consider anything but the fact that he’d bought it for me. Only me. This was something no one else had of him.
“Yes.”
His entire face lit up and, as he leaned forward to fasten the collar around my neck, he brushed his lips against my cheek. Before drawing back, he whispered in my ear, “Now, my darling, my beautiful girl, I want to take you everywhere.”
He climbed off the bed and stripped out of his clothes in only a few seconds. I had only a glimpse of his amazing body before he was behind me again. I felt something attached to the back of the collar and then felt something on my back. I had just enough time to realize it was a leash of some kind before he was bending me forward again, pulling the wedge out of the way so I was taking my full weight on my elbows.
Then he put his mouth on my exposed pussy and licked from top to bottom.
Being taken this way was different than anything I’d felt before and I keened, eyes closing as he held onto my hips, using his lips and tongue to send pleasure coursing through my body. He stabbed his tongue into me, his fingers digging into my flesh. I couldn’t breathe as he drove it in again, then turned his attention to my clit. It was too much and I tried to twist away. The attempt was laughable.
Dominic’s shoulders wedged me in place and in desperation, I tried to move against him. “Please…please…please…
”
“Tell me what you want,” he said. He pressed an open mouthed kiss on the inside of my thigh. “I’ll give it to you. But you have to tell me.”
“Make me come. Please, sir…please…please…”
He pushed two fingers inside me and scissored them. My pleas turned into a wail. I was too full. And then he pushed his thumb against the base of the plug in my bottom. I’d almost forgotten about it, the stretch and burn in the back of my mind until his touch moved things.
With a harsh groan, I came, but he didn’t stop, his mouth devouring me even around words I could barely grasp. “That’s it. You’re soaking me, Aleena. Give me more…more…”
I was already shaking with the urge to come again and then he was leaning over me. Every nerve in my body was on fire, every sense heightened. I could feel his cock, hard against my back. Feel the wet dripping down my thighs. Smell the aftershave he’d put on that morning mingling with the scent of sex. The scent of me.
“Look at me,” he ordered, tugging on the leash.
I let him pull me up on my knees again so that I could see him. My eyes caught movement and flicked down, watching him wrap his hand around his cock. Another tug and I looked up again.
“You came all over me, Aleena.” The lower half of his face was glistening and I flushed as I realized why.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I said.
“Don’t be sorry.” His voice was surprisingly soft. “I enjoy making you come, and those were particularly...delicious.”
He leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. I opened my mouth and tasted myself on his lips and tongue. He kept it brief, pulling back as he continued to stroke himself. I looked down again and I watched as the fat head of his cock disappear, then reappear, swollen and ruddy. I wanted it inside me.
“Now, Aleena, what do you want?”
Slowly, I looked up at him, surprised.
“You were very good and did as you were told. What do you want?”
