Cinderella And Prince Dom (4 page)

Jaimie looked up and groaned as the tip of her nose scraped the leather covering his cock, which gave a little jump at the contact. All she had to do was stick out her tongue to touch him. It was tempting. Very tempting.

“Bad girls get spanked. Remember what I said about touching.” His voice was a low growl.

“You’re a mind reader?” God, she wanted to lick him and feel his cock pulse behind his tight leathers, maybe even enough to endure a spanking.

Before she could decide, he walked behind her and knelt. “Is your pussy wet for me?” He leaned down and kissed the back of her neck.

“Yes, yes, Sir. It’s very wet.” Staring at herself in the mirror, she couldn’t remember ever being this on fire, this wet, or this ready for any man. The sight of herself kneeling, breasts thrust out, knees spread, and her sex wide open shocked her but not as much as the half crazed look in her eyes.

“Let’s see if you’re telling the truth.” He slid his hand over the curve of her ass and slowly inched his way to the entrance to her pussy. Two fingers slipped inside her.

Jaimie cried out, her body jerking, hips thrusting back onto his fingers. He pulled out.

“I fear I neglected a couple more rules.” His gaze held hers in the mirror. “No noise. You will not speak or cry out. You will be silent. And you will remain still. Your body is mine to play with. You will not seek me. Is this clear? Nod if you agree.”

Wanting him to touch her, she nodded.

“Good.” Once again, he slid his fingers inside her and smiled so sexily she felt her juices flow. “Ah, you were telling the truth. You are wet and hot for me.” His other hand reached around and cupped her from the front.

“Do you want me to touch your clit?”

Jaimie nodded. Her eyes closed as his fingers stroked in and out, feeding the flames of desire. When he pressed against her throbbing clit, she had to bite back a moan, but her hips twitched before she could stop herself.
God, don’t stop
, she begged silently, praying that he hadn’t noticed. But of course, he had.

He stopped all play, and a sharp smack to her ass made her cry out. Her eyes flew open, and she covered her mouth with her hand.

He shook his head. “Tsk-tsk. You were warned. You have now moved twice and cried out. Bad girls get punished. What is your punishment? You may answer.”

“A spanking?” Earlier, the thought of being spanked had repelled her. In her mind, it was abuse. But now, with her body on fire and the promise of the best sex of her life on the horizon, it didn’t seem so bad.

“You will receive four smacks. One for each transgression, plus one. If you cry out, you will earn another. Is this clear?”

Eyes wide, Jaimie wasn’t sure if she was supposed to agree verbally or just nod. She opted for the safer of the two and nodded.

“On your hands and knees.” He positioned himself at her side.

Jaimie assumed the position, felt his hands roam her back to her ass. She closed her eyes and waited, but he kept caressing her. Finally, he entered her with two fingers and began fingerfucking her. She had to fight to keep from rocking back onto his fingers. Without warning, his other hand came down hard on her right cheek.

She barely managed to swallow her cry of both pain and pleasure. His finger slid out and up, parting her wet folds then pressing against her clit. She gasped silently and bit her lower lip when he circled her aching nub. The second whack to her ass shocked her as she’d forgotten about the spanking. It hurt, but she didn’t cry out.

A third followed, unexpected because the other two had been spaced out. Her cheeks felt on fire, and that fire spread to her throbbing clit. She wanted to beg him to circle his finger harder and faster. She wanted to come, needed him to bring her to peak. Now.

“One more.” He removed both hands, shifted until he was once again behind her, his knees between hers, forcing them apart. He cupped her ass in his big hands. “You have a nice ass. All pretty and pink. I could spank it all day.” He gripped her hips and pressed his cock against her, rubbing the buttery-soft leather of his pants against her sore buttocks.

Jaimie bit down harder, tasting her own blood as she struggled not to move or cry out. She wanted his cock buried deep inside her, needed him to take her to the edge and make her scream. She yearned for what no man had ever given her.

“One more,” he reminded her. “Maybe I’ll save it for later. Maybe I won’t.” He stroked her ass with his hands. “Watch.”

The deep voiced command had Jaimie opening her eyes and watching him in the mirror. He was stroking his crotch. She wanted to protest but kept silent though she almost groaned when he unbuttoned his pants and slowly drew down the zipper. His beautiful, magnificent cock sprang free. She nearly whimpered.

“Did you say something?”

She shook her head, her gaze on the swollen head, purple with blood and lust. A drop of pre-cum gathered then dripped onto the base of her spine.

“What a shame. Turn and face the bed but keep your eyes on the mirror.”

Staring at the huge bed, Jaimie shifted her body so she could see herself sideways in the mirror and him poised at her rear, his hands on her hips. “Lower your arms and head. I want this pretty ass in the air.” He nudged her shoulders down.

The sight of her ass in the air was strangely erotic. She’d never seen this person, hadn’t known she existed except in her dreams. With one hand, he rubbed the head of his cock along the top of her crack, then down over her tight hole. He stopped and, from a hidden pocket, drew out a small square foil.

Slowly, his gaze holding hers, he rolled the condom down his shaft, then repeated his strokes, stopping at the entrance to her weeping pussy. He raised a hand high, and she braced herself.

In one smooth movement, he thrust his huge, cock inside and brought his palm down onto her ass. The mixture of pain and lust was more than she could bear, but before she could come to terms with the odd sensation, he was pulling almost out, and then plunging deep inside, filling her completely. His hands on either side of her hips kept her from moving.

“So tight. And wet with your juices. I could make you come right now.” He stilled his hips and reached to touch her clit. “You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” Jaimie shook her head. Her hips wanted to rock and roll to the rhythm of his clever fingers. Deep in her core, embers of need burst into full flame and raced outward as desire built and built. Her breathing quickened, and she had to hold her breath to keep from squeezing her legs.

“Not until I say,” her prince whispered

Shaking, desperate, Jaimie saw him pull out, saw his shiny shaft, soaked with her pussy juice and saw him enter slowly. Again and again, each entry faster and harder, each exit agonizingly slow. She bit back her moan, heard what sounded like a low, primitive growl in her throat.

Above her, her prince groaned. “You’re a good sub. A good Dom always rewards his sub. Get up on your hands, and you can now move your hips, but do not make a sound. I’m going to come. You will ready yourself, and when I say, you will scream for me and come.”

With that, he began pumping his hips hard and fast, whipping her body into a frenzy of need. She thrust her hips back, taking all of him. When he tipped her hips and angled his cock, finding that sweet spot inside her, she almost flew apart. His fingers on her clit pressed harder and circled faster.

Each breath was a gasp as incredible waves of sensation assaulted her body. It was almost too much. She focused on him, on the look of anguish on his face as he thrust in and out of her pussy. She was going to come. He was driving her up, up, up.

She heard the catch in his breath and wanted to weep with joy.

“Now!” His body stiffened.

She tightened her muscles, holding him inside, squeezing him, squeezing her clit as a scream of release tore from her throat. His fingers continued to circle her clit faster and harder, making her orgasm a violent explosion instead of sweet surrender. Her orgasm burst over her in waves that drowned her as his finger continued to coax her swollen nub to its full height and then made it jerk with each thrust of her hips into his hand.

Body spent, she collapsed onto the carpet, her heart pounding in her chest and her lungs bursting with need for air. “Oh, my god,” she whispered, uncaring whether or not she was allowed to talk. If spankings got her a fuck this good, she just might have to be bad again. And again.

Behind her, her Prince Charming wrapped his arms around her. “You’re not going to sleep, are you?”

“I think you fucked the life out of me.” She felt weak as a newborn baby.

He nuzzled her ear and nipped her ear lobe. “That, my dear Cinderella, was just the warm up. We aren’t done.” Quick as a fox, he was up, shedding his princely costume.

Jaimie rolled onto her back to watch. “I need a nap to recharge.” She stared at his massive chest, noting the smooth, bronzed skin, the tiny dark disks of his nipples that were hard beads, and the line of black hair on his belly that arrowed down into a mat of curls surrounding his glistening cock. Her prince was one prime male specimen.

He knelt between her legs and pushed them up and out. “Ready for round two?”

****

Bryce was completely captivated by Jaimie. His assistant had been right when she’d told him Jaimie was both as vanilla as they came and frustrated sexually. Though he had his own agenda, he vowed to educate her and pleasure her. Jaimie would not be left wanting. At the end of the weekend, she might have reason to hate him, but she’d also have plenty of reasons to thank him.

Her breasts heaved with every breath, enticing and tempting him to abandon his next plan of attack, but to give in and play with those luscious globes meant slowing down. He planned to send Jaimie back over the peak to reward her for giving control of her body to him. He stared down at her gleaming, pink pussy.

“I’m going to lick your pussy and suck on your clit, my sweet, innocent Cinderella. You can be as noisy as you like. In fact, I want to hear how much you like what I am going to do to you. You’re going to beg for me to allow you to come, but you may not come until I tell you. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Jaimie’s voice was still breathless. He smiled, lowered his head between her legs, and inhaled her aroused scent. His fingers spread her apart. “So beautiful,” he murmured, staring at her moist, pink flesh and the tiny heart of her sexual pleasure. His thumb dipped inside. Her hips jerked. He drew out her sweet juices and spread them up through her swollen folds and over her clit. Another jerk.

Using his tongue, he retraced the path of his thumb. A quick dip in, then slow licks up and a teasing flick to her clit. Over and over, he stroked and flicked. Jaimie was taking him at his word. Her moans and gasps were the sweetest music to his ears, and the shudders he felt beneath his hands told him that she was on fire.

Enough gentle teasing. He stuck his tongue deep inside her. Her hips left the floor, pushing her pussy fully into his face. She panted and gasped. Lifting his head, he stared at the tiny swollen nub then glanced at Jaimie’s face. Her eyes were closed, back arched, and fingers clutched the carpet.

“Look at me!” As soon as she obeyed, he ran the pad of his thumb over her clit. “I’m going to suck your clit until you’re screaming and begging.”

“Oh, god,” she groaned.

The moment his lips closed over her, Jaimie cried out. Her hips jerked, and her clit swelled in his mouth as he sucked the hard bud. Bryce was hard as a rock. He wanted to rear up and shove his cock back into her hot pussy, but this wasn’t about him. This weekend was for Jaimie. Feeling her tensing as her orgasm grew near, he backed off, using his tongue to tease.

“No! More, please, more. I want to come.”

“Only when I say.” He slid two fingers deep inside, feeling the walls of her pussy contracting around him. He flicked her clit with his tongue, licked the pink flesh of her inner labia, then swirled his tongue around her nub without touching it. All the while, he fingerfucked her with deliberate slowness.

Jaimie’s hips jerked and rotated, seeking her release.

“Beg, Cinderella. Beg for your prince to let you come.”

“Please,” she cried out. “Please, Sir, please, my Prince, let me come.” She screamed when his finger found the rough patch of skin of her sweet G-spot and pressed hard. He stroked. Her hips bucked.

“I could stop right now.”

“No.
God, no
. Please, don’t stop.”

“Why should I allow you to come?”

Jaimie’s head tossed back and forth. Her hips left the carpeted floor when he slid his tongue over her clit in one long, luxurious lick. “Because I’m good,” she panted.

“A good what?”

“A good sub. I’m your good sub.”

He laughed low in his throat, completely humbled by Jaimie’s willingness to role-play. She had no idea that when it came to her sexual inclination, she was a natural submissive. She needed a Dominant in bed.

He drove her to the brink with his fingers and tongue. “Yes, you are a good sub. Very good. And I’m going to reward you.” He pulled his fingers out of her tight sheath and rose to his knees. “Get up onto your knees.”

Jaimie’s eyes were wild with desire and clouded with confusion. “Please,” she sobbed.

He waited as, trembling, she turned over and crawled to her knees.

“Face the mirror.” He moved behind her. “Spread your legs.” He slipped a hand beneath her, cupping her dripping cunt. “More.” He nipped her shoulder then stared at their reflections.

“What do you see?” Her face grew hot with embarrassment. When she didn’t respond, he shoved two fingers inside her pussy from behind. “Tell me.”

“I see us.”

Nibbling on her ear, he asked, “What about the woman? Tell me about her.” He stroked his fingers in and out and slid his other hand over her belly, his fingers sliding closer to her clit.

“She wants her prince to make her come.” She closed her eyes when he found her little button.

“No. Keep your eyes open. Tell me more of the woman. Tell me what you see.”

Chapter Three

Jaimie couldn’t think. Hell, she could barely breathe. He fingerfucked her slowly, almost without thought, and the thumb and finger of his other hand pinched her clit. She stared at herself in the mirror, shocked that she was the wanton woman reflected. She looked sexy, and desperate. Her prince stopped what he was doing. He stared at her, displeased, and she realized she wasn’t obeying.