by M. S. Parker
“You’re not going to—”
Dominic said, “Be quiet, Aleena.”
I swallowed and did just that. I knew better than to argue with that tone unless I planned to use my safe word.
He said nothing else.
The weighted silence added to the tension as he prepared me. And that’s all it was, simple preparation. He didn’t caress me, didn’t play with me. He didn’t kiss me or stroke me or any of the other things I’d come to associate with our sex life. He didn’t even kiss me. I felt the cool slick of lubricant and then his finger was pushing past my ring of muscle. I took in a shuddering breath at the familiar painful pleasure. After just a few strokes, he added a second finger, scissoring the two until my fingers were curling against the cool marble. My legs were quivering and I almost protested when he removed his fingers, catching myself just in time. I heard the sound of him lubricating the plug and I was all but panting in anticipation by the time he was done.
My entire body was already shaking when he pressed the rounded, blunt tip against my anus and gripped my hip with his other hand. “Don’t make a sound, Aleena. Nod if you understand.”
I gave a single, sharp nod, not trusting myself to move anything else. I was afraid I’d fall apart if I did, beg him for a real touch. His hand tightened for a moment and that was it.
He pushed the plug inside me.
I squirmed and shuddered and when it got to be too much, he backed off, giving me time to adjust before he pressed forward once more. Each agonizing inch seemed to last an eternity. My entire world consisted of the smooth stone under my palms, the hand on my hip and the narrow point where pleasure and pain met. When he finally had it settled inside me, he gave me another moment and then drew my skirt back down over my hips.
“Look at me.”
I met his gaze in the mirror, catching a glimpse of my own wide eyes.
“How does it feel?” He curled his arm around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. His body was close to mine, but not flush against me.
Swallowing, I squirmed a little and then responded honestly, “Tight. Uncomfortable.”
He slid his hands around my waist to rest on my stomach. “It’s larger than the one I’ve been using. It’s going to stay inside you on the drive home. And I’m going to fuck you while you’re wearing it.”
I bit my lip to keep from making a sound. I wasn’t sure if it would’ve been protesting or begging. I didn’t have the chance to analyze it though because he was taking my arm and we were walking out to the limo. Each step was agony, making the plug shift inside me. I could barely manage to walk normally. Only the fear that someone would see a change in my gait and figure out why, kept me moving in a natural way.
Then there was the ride home. It was...intense. Every bump, every slight movement of the limo jostled the plug. I hadn’t lied before. It was tight and uncomfortable. And then things got really interesting. We’d gone maybe five minutes and something vibrated inside me .I jumped and gasped and shot Dominic a look. He was staring outside.
What the...
I looked back out my window, trying to calm my racing heart and wondering why he was trying to look so disinterested.
Thirty seconds later, it happened again. I whipped my head around to stare at Dominic. Hot, wicked blue eyes greeted me.
And the bastard was smiling. “Is something wrong?”
I gasped as it happened again. “What are you…?”
He lifted up his hand and he was holding something in it. As I watched, he pressed a button and it happened again. The plug inside my ass started to vibrate. It lasted longer this time. I was practically wailing when he stopped. I don’t know if it was seconds later or minutes, only that I was shaking and clutching at the seat, a climax hovering just out of my reach. I wouldn’t have thought it was possible to come only from something in my ass, but I was so wet and desperate to come, I would have begged for it if I thought it would have done any good.
I turned to rest on my hip, unable to take any more pressure on the plug.
Dominic asked again, “Is something wrong?”
“You,” I panted out. “Are an evil bastard.”
“If you can keep from climaxing until we get home, I’ll reward you.” He pushed the button again and I clenched my thighs together and ground my teeth. It was going to be a long ride home.
I wasn’t entirely sure how I’d managed to hold off my orgasm, but when the car stopped in front of the penthouse, I was a quivering mass of need, desperate for release. I was so focused on not coming that Dominic had to practically pull me out of the limo. My legs buckled and he wrapped his arm around my waist. It was all I could do to put one foot in front of the other and I was pretty sure I kept whimpering the entire walk to the elevator.
When the elevator doors slid shut behind us, I tilted my head back and whispered beseechingly, “Dominic, please.”
He brushed his lips against mine in an almost-kiss. “We’re almost there, baby.”
“I’m almost there.” I clutched at him, forgetting myself, forgetting everything but the need for release. I cupped him through his trousers. His body tensed and I heard him suck in a breath. I flexed my fingers, wanting to hear that sound again.
Instead, he caught both my wrists and walked me back to the wall. He pinned my arms over my head, his mouth coming down on mine. I parted my lips, sliding my tongue into his mouth, curling it around his. He made a growling sound in the back of his throat as I drew his tongue into my mouth, sucking on it. And then he was pulling back. I tried to follow, but he was too tall, able to hold me in place while denying me what I wanted.
“Greedy, greedy Aleena,” he said, his voice rough.
“Damn straight.” I writhed against him, desire turning my body into one giant nerve ending. I needed him.
The elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open on a whisper. I made a sound of protest as he released me. The walk from the elevator to inside the penthouse was a blur and when the door closed behind us, I turned to him, squirming, my body half-tensed for another jolt from the plug while everything in me readied for climax, or whatever form of torture he had ready. It didn’t matter, as long as I didn’t have to wait anymore.
He moved to stand in front of me and I held still as he slowly stripped me naked. Like in the restroom, the removal of my clothes was almost detached. Unzipping the dress and peeling it off without touching my skin. My bra joining the dress on the floor, but no attention paid to my breasts. The inside of my thighs were dripping and I flushed as I wondered if I’d left a wet spot on my seat in the limo.
Damn him and his games.
“On your knees.”
I went down automatically.
“Open my pants. Take me out.”
“Yes, sir.” I swallowed hard and followed his orders, my hands shaking. I was still awkward at this, but I licked my lips in anticipation, remembering the feel of him in my mouth, the weight and taste of him on my tongue. I leaned forward, eager to feel it again, but he grabbed my hair and stopped me.
“Did I tell you to lick my cock, Aleena?”
“No, sir.”
I looked up at him and saw the expression on his face. He was in the mood to play with me today. Fine. I could play. “But you said I could have a reward.” I made my voice as sweet as possible.
Something dark and primal flashed through his eyes. He brushed his knuckles against my cheek. “Are you saying that having my cock in your mouth is a reward?”
“I’m saying anything with you is a reward.” When I leaned forward this time, he didn’t stop me and I opened my mouth, took him inside.
He groaned, the hand in my hair tightening painfully.
I took him deep and felt him shudder.
A stab of pride went through me. Knowing I could make a man like him feel this way – it was definitely a reward.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock as I focused on the few inches I could take comfortably. I circled the head with my
tongue, teasing the tip before sucking on it, repeating it several times before slowly taking all of him, my body fighting the need to gag. I cupped his balls, caressing the soft skin, bringing him close, so close. I could feel it in the way the vein along the underside of his cock pulsed against my lips. I could hear it in the way his voice all but rasped out my name.
And then he was dragging me up.
I barely had time to register being on my feet before he had me bent over, my hands braced on the low coffee table, his hands gripping my hips.
He drove inside me, hard and fast. He was buried so deep inside me I could barely breathe. Everything else around me was gone as every fiber of my being focused on where our bodies joined. I was so full. Too full. It should have hurt, but my body was throbbing, unable to figure out if what it was feeling was pleasure or pain. Then his hand twisted in my hair and he jerked me up. It was an awkward angle and his grip on my hair send pinpricks of pain through my scalp.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he said in my ear as he pulled out, slowly, then surged back in, making me gasp. “I can feel how full you are. You were tight before, but this...you’re like a vice, baby. Can you feel it?”
“Yes.” I could barely process the question.
His hand came down on my ass and I cried out.
“Yes, what?” he demanded.
“Yes, sir. Yes, sir!” The answer came automatically.
He spanked me on the other cheek and I bounced up on my toes, gasping as the vibration rippled through me. My pussy tightened and Dominic hissed. His fingers tightened on my hip as he withdrew, then pushed back in, rocking his hips in a slow rhythm.
“I love the way you move.” His hand slid around my stomach and then lower, fingertips skimming down only to stop just above where I wanted him.
“Please,” I gasped, pushing back against him.
I was rewarded with another smack to my ass and my back arched. Fuck.
“You like it when I spank you, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes…” I waited a second too long. Then added, “Sir.”
He spanked me again and I came, crying out my pleasure as it burst over me.
“That’s my girl.”
He took me to the floor on my hands and knees and started to ride me hard and fast, with deep, brutal digs of his cock that drove the screams from my throat even when I didn’t have the air in my lungs to muster sound. The angle allowed each thrust to press the plug deeper, sending another jolt of pleasurable pain through me and sending wave after wave of ecstasy through me until I didn’t know where one climax ended and another began.
It was too much and not enough. I couldn’t handle anymore but I didn’t want him to stop.
I heard Dominic swear in a low, heavy voice and then…nothing.
Chapter 6
Dominic
I’ve had intense sex before and I’d been with women I taken well past the point. I’d watched as they blacked out and felt satisfaction at a job well done, a reputation upheld.
None of them had ever left me feeling the way Aleena did.
Maybe that was why I was still curled around her on the couch at two in the morning.
She was sound asleep.
I was far from it and she was the main reason why.
Turning my face into her hair, I told myself I’d do better if I got up and moved into my bed, but lying there with her...it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I wasn’t restless. With a start, I realized what I was feeling.
Peace.
I didn’t want to give that up, and so I didn’t move. Besides, in a few hours, I’d have to be up and around, dealing with work and all the bullshit that came with it. And then there was other shit that would happen this week.
I shifted into a more comfortable position, my heart skipping a beat as she automatically curled into me. Yeah, I wasn’t going anywhere any time soon, even if it meant staying awake all night.
***
I’d overslept.
The last thing I remembered doing was deciding I’d rather lie on the couch with Aleena and not sleep than get up and go to my room.
Somehow, I’d ended up falling asleep, my body wrapped tightly around hers. I’d only gotten a few hours of sleep, but they’d been the calmest, most restful hours I’d had in a good long while. Probably not since before my life had been turned upside-down nearly fifteen years ago.
Considering what I had coming up in just a few minutes, it was a good thing I’d slept well.
For a moment, I wished Aleena was with me, but then I pushed that thought out of my mind. She was my personal assistant and had more important things to do than stand around in my office all day. Right now, she was meeting with Annette out at the house to start picking out furniture. After some discussion, Annette had decided she wanted to do the house first, then the penthouse. Part of me wished I’d hadn’t decided to do the redecorating now. I had enough going on and didn’t need anything else to worry about, but it was too late to change the plans now. Besides, Aleena and Annette would be handling most of it, and if I was completely honest with myself, it was Aleena’s absence I minded the most.
“Mr. Snow?”
I looked over at the doorway where a tall, slim blonde was standing. She was probably in her forties though she looked a bit younger. I couldn’t remember her name. Amber had hired her to take over the assistant’s position at Trouver L’Amour and it was her first day. The goal was to have her trained and confident so that when I hired someone to run the company in my place, she’d be able to help him. I never stayed in one position very long. I got bored far too easily.
She smiled at me politely. “Your nine-thirty is here.”
“Thank you…” I wracked my brain for her name, but couldn’t come up with it. “Show him back, if you would.”
She nodded and walked away.
Moving back to my desk, I studied the file I had in front of me. It was pitifully thin. All the money I had and this was what I’d been able to come up with on my own. Then again, money was good for hiring professionals, thus, my nine-thirty appointment. I hadn’t wanted to risk doing this at the penthouse where my mother or Aleena might stop by unexpectedly.
“Mr. Kowalski, sir.”
Stanley Kowalski stood in the doorway, a skinny man with a thin face, eyeglasses perched on a thin nose. He wore a modest suit of a boring shade of gray and his smile was just this side of bland. For a moment, I was disappointed. I’d asked around. This man had come highly recommended.
Then he came toward me, hand outstretched. “Mr. Snow, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
I gripped his hand and stared into his eyes. His eyes, unlike his smile, his suit, his demeanor, weren’t bland. They were sharp and filled with a burning sort of intelligence. I gave his hand a quick shake and decided I’d withhold judgment. For now. We’d see how things went before I made a final decision.
***
“This isn’t much to go on.” Kowalski had gone through everything I’d given him, studied his notes and then turned his attention to me.
We’d been speaking for an hour and he’d asked what felt like a thousand questions, each of which I’d answered the best I could. Now it came time for my questions.
“I know,” I said. “The question is, can you do it?”
He gave me a grin. It wasn’t smug, but it was confident. He leaned forward, elbows braced on his knees. “Mr. Snow, I’ve found much more based on much less. I can’t promise to find answers, but I can promise to do my best and if I can’t find your birth mother, I can pretty much guarantee that nobody can. I’m usually considered a last resort in cases like these.”
“Okay.” I gave him a slow nod. “How do we get you started?”
He named a fee that was surprisingly low.
“That’s the deposit. It’s non-refundable.”
He continued to watch me. No doubt he’d investigated the place, my name. Me. It’s what I would’ve d
one if I’d been him.
“Then there’s an hourly fee, including expenses. I’ll be sure to give you clear reports—”
I waved a hand, not needing to hear the details. “You do what you have to. I’ll get you my assistant’s information. She’ll go over the reports and check in with me. If you ever need to see me personally, you’ll go through her to set up an appointment.” I didn’t mention that I needed to tell her about him first.
“Very well.” He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a few papers. “There’s a contract you’ll have to sign. Legalities. You understand.”
“I do.” Then, because I wanted to take care of it before it became an issue, I added, “Please leave my adoptive family out of it unless you have no other choice. Especially my mother. She might have information, but try not to bring her into this unless there’s no other choice.”
“Of course.” The expression on his face said that he understood all too well why I was asking. He definitely had experience in this sort of thing.
***
I gave up working two hours later. I’d gotten basically nothing done and knew the rest of the day would be equally as unproductive. I had too much on my mind and too little ambition to fight through my lack of focus.
I called one of my drivers and had him bring the car around. I had Maxwell driving Aleena mostly now. Times like these, I missed him, but I preferred knowing that he was taking care of her.
Rather than going back to the penthouse, we headed towards the Hamptons. I managed to make a few more calls on the ride, hoping we’d get to the house before Aleena and Annette left.
As we pulled into the driveway, I saw that I’d timed it perfectly. Annette and Aleena were coming outside. When they caught sight of my car, both women smiled. While they were both beautiful, only one of them managed to make my heart trip sideways and the blood rush straight to my cock, leaving me hard and aching with just that one look.
“I was hoping I’d catch you.” I tried to keep my voice casual as I climbed out of the car.
I didn’t fool her. She frowned as she walked towards me. “Is everything okay?”
