Serving HIM Box Set (18 page)

When he went to pull away, I did the same thing to him that he’d done to me several times—I bit his lower lip.

“You’re going to test my self-control if you keep doing that,” he said.

I scraped my teeth along his jawline before leaning back. “And then what would happen?”

He gave me a careful look. “I would need to show you who was in charge.”

A thrill went through me as the danger of his words collided with the promise in them. Gazing into his eyes, I considered him, knowing my world would change with just a few words. “I think I would like that.”

His eyes turned the deep blue of a late night sky and his nostrils flared as he inhaled the breath I didn’t realize he was holding. “Are you sure?”

I didn’t know where the future was headed, or if we would regret this in the morning, but this moment in knew what I wanted. I nodded.

“If you want me to stop, just say red.” He looked down at me.

“Why?” Blinking at him, I tried to process the sudden change in direction. “Why would I want you to stop?”

“It’s called a safe word. Dominants use them with their subs in case they get too rough or go too far.”

“How far…” My voice broke and something that might have been fear raced through me. “How far is too far? How rough is too rough?”

“Don’t worry,” he said, his voice gentle, almost soothing. “The control is in your hands. Just trust me. If you get nervous, if you’re scared, just say the safe word and it all stops. And we’ll start slow, baby. Now…what was the word?”

I licked my lips. “Red…?”

He tangled his hand in my hair and tugged, just as I’d seen him do with another woman.

“Exactly.”

Oh fuck. This was really going to happen.

***

We ended up in the living room.

My food was going to get cold and I didn’t care. It was the last thing on my mind. I was hungry for something else.

Dominic guided me into the wide, open area and backed up, leaving me alone in the middle of the floor.

“I want you to strip for me,” he said, his voice the same tone I’d heard him use in board meetings and when talking to total strangers. But the eyes. His eyes were very different. He watched me with heat raging in his eyes. “Once you’re naked, I’m going to spank you.”

“Spank me?”

He pressed a finger to my mouth.

“Don’t talk,” he ordered.

“But…”

“You’re being a bad girl, Aleena.”

My breath shuddered out of me and I nodded.

“That’s better.” He shifted his hand to my neck, his thumb stroking along my jaw. “You said you were going to leave me.” He bit down on my earlobe hard enough to make me gasp. “I’m going to punish you and then after…”

I swayed toward him. He steadied me.

“After,” he said as he kissed the side of my neck. “After, I’m going to see how good you taste, then fuck you until you scream.”

I liked that idea very much.

He stepped back, putting more distance between us this time. I started to ask what he was doing, but then he curled his fingers toward me. “Come take off my shirt.”

I never would have thought that being given such an outright order would leave me so hot.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

Then I froze. I’d spoken.

A faint smile curled his lips. “That’s another punishment, Aleena.”

We both heard the whimper that caught in my throat. Just as we both noticed the tremor in my fingers as I stripped his shirt away. I folded it and he took it away, dropped it carelessly on the nearest table before slanting a hot look at me.

“Now you. Strip.”

There was no doubt that it was a command, and I hurried to obey. My shirt and pants went quickly enough and I had a moment to wish I’d worn something sexier than a matching set of plain white cotton undergarments.

“Bra first.”

As I unhooked the front clasp and freed my breasts, I glanced at Dominic and my breath caught as I watched him stroke a hand up and down his cock through the fabric of his trousers. I let my eyes run down over his muscular chest and flat stomach. A thin line of golden hair ran from his bellybutton down to disappear inside the waistband of his trousers.

I went damp thinking about the feel of him inside me, his hands stroking over me.

“Your panties, Aleena. Now the panties.”

I lowered them, feeling Dominic’s eyes on me as I bent down before stepping out of them. As I straightened, I felt a flash of self-consciousness.

“Hands at your sides.”

I hadn’t even realized that I’d moved them to cover myself until he’d said it.

He circled me, moving closer with each pass until he was behind me. Through his trousers, I felt his cock rub against me. He reached around me and cupped my breasts.

“Exquisite.” His breath was hot against my ear. “You have a beautiful body, Aleena. Never forget it. Never cover it.”

His fingers closed around my nipples, rolling them as they hardened. I gave a startled yelp when he pinched them, but it was more from surprise than pain. The jolt that went through me was more pleasure.

“Hands on the arm of the couch.”

I knew what was going to come after this and my stomach clenched. Part of it was nerves, but more was anticipatory desire. I moved towards the couch, feeling his eyes on me the entire way.

“You know what I’m going to do.”

It was a statement more than a question, but I still nodded as I put my hands down. The position made me feel even more vulnerable than before. I flinched when his hand rested on my ass, but it was a caress. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation.

“Do you want this?”

I flushed.

My mind registered the crack a split second before the pain. It was a sharp sting that quickly faded to warmth, nothing more, but I still caught my breath.

“Answer me, Aleena. Do you want this?”

“Yes,” I said, forcing the word out.

There was another slap, another sharp sting.

“You saw me doing this before, to another woman. Did you enjoy watching me?”

I whimpered.

“Answer me.” His voice was firm. “Did it turn you on, watching me spank her?”

He spanked me when I didn’t respond—twice. It took another hard smack before I could admit it. “Yes, sir!”

I couldn’t believe I was admitting something so personal. Then again, I was bent over the couch getting spanked by my boss. It should’ve put things in perspective.

“How long did you stay?”

He didn’t give me a chance to answer before his hand came down again, this time on the other cheek.

“I watched until you finished,” I answered quickly, absorbing the pain of his last strike.

I felt more than saw him hesitate.

“You stayed from the time I spanked her until I came?”

“Yes.”

I gasped as he spanked me again, twice in quick succession, one on either cheek and harder than before.

“What did you think?” he asked.

“I don’t understand.”

Two more smacks and my ass was burning now. The sting wasn’t fading now, but was spreading through me, inching its way along my skin.

“When you saw me with her, what did you think?” He ran his hand up my back. “Did you think about what it must feel like, what I did to her? Did you wish you were her? Did you want to join us? Touch me? Touch her?”

The words popped out of my mouth before I could second-guess myself. “I thought you were beautiful.”

The hand between my shoulder blades stopped and I hoped I hadn’t said anything wrong.

“Stay there. Don’t move.” He sounded hoarse.

I forced myself to freeze, although, more than anything, I wanted to look at him. A minute passed. Then another. I dug my nails into the arm of the sofa, forcing myself not to turn. I thought he might have left. What was he—?

“Close your eyes,” he said quietly. His voice was calmer now, a slow deep timber that vibrated through my spine.

Immediately, I closed them. Then I tensed as I felt him slipping something over my eyes.

“What are you—?”

“No talking, Aleena,” he said as he finished fastening the blindfold into place.

I groaned and behind me, he laughed. Then he took my shoulders and guided me around. After weeks of living here, I had an idea of where he was going, just from where he moved me. He’d just nudged me over to the couch.

“Lie back,” he said.

“What are we—?” I gasped as he brought his hand down on my ass, harder than before.

“I said
no talking
.”

Even as the pain flared in my bottom, he rubbed the area where he’d spanked me, soothing it. As he guided me to lie down, he started to speak. “Anything I do with you, I’ll explain. But you have to show trust in me or this won’t work…can you do that?”

I hesitated. Answer? Don’t answer? I didn’t know.

“You can answer when I ask you questions,” he said and I felt him brush his lips across mine.

“Yes.” I swallowed. “I can do that.”

“Good.” His hands skimmed down my breasts, caught my nipples and plucked them. I whimpered, but tried to strangle the sound.

“You don’t need to do that. I want to hear what I do to you.”

A sigh shuddered out of me.

“You’re wearing the blindfold because I’m going to go down on you. Aleena, if I’m going to teach you how to play in my world, then you need to understand a few things. I’m a dominant. If you choose to be my submissive, you’ll be the one kneeling in front of me. If I kneel in front of you, you won’t see it happen.” He slid a hand up my thigh. “If you can’t handle that idea, then let me know.”

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.