by Rebel Rose
“I don’t know how to read your cues for what you need. I’ve not had to do it in a long time, and honestly, I wasn’t ever really that good at it anyway. I’m going to need you to help me with that.”
She’s here to pay a debt. Get me off. I’m not supposed to give two shits if she’s getting what she needs from me to be fulfilled or not.
But I’m finding that I do care. I care very much.
“I think that you’re doing a wonderful job, but don’t worry. You aren’t the only one who is good at getting what you want. I’ll let you know if I need more from you.”
She tightens her legs around me and forces my hips to thrust against her. The movement forces my softening cock to slip out, the opposite of what she was going for, I think.
She puts her hands against my chest and pushes. “Roll over.”
“Why?”
“Just do it and you’ll find out.”
I know where she’s wanting to go with this. “You need to understand something, bebelle. I always top. Always. I don’t switch roles.”
“You can top when you’re in Dom mode, but right now you’re in vanilla mode, and I want to be on top.”
“Topping isn’t about position. It’s about who holds the control.”
“You always have all of the control, Mr. Bossypants. You know that.” She pushes on my chest again. “Get on your back. You’ll like what I’m going to do. Promise.”
The struggle in my head is a battle between something utterly dark and blindingly bright. The Dom inside me wrestles to hold onto complete control, but the brilliance of her light grows, and the darkness within me fades. I give in to her and the maddening, exasperating desire to give her what she wants.
I concede.
I. Obey. My. Submissive.
And it makes me want to hit the fucking panic button.
Together we turn over and she gets on top on me, her legs spread wide and straddling my groin. I instantly wrap my arms around her hips to regain some control of the situation.
Okay. Maybe this isn’t so bad after all. I can handle this.
She flattens her palms against my chest and rubs them up and down my chest. “You have a beautiful body.”
“I’m glad you think so. I work hard for it.”
“I believe you; no one looks like this without working for it.”
She rolls my nipples between her thumb and index fingers and then pinches my nipples, sending a message to my dick, telling it to wake the fuck up. And it does, despite the orgasm I just had.
The “Just Breathe” song ends and the next begins. This one I recognize immediately. “You’re a Kings of Leon fan?”
“Yeah. ‘Conversation Piece’ is my favorite song on this album.”
“Agreed. It’s a great song.”
She lowers her body against mine, and her silky nightgown glides against my skin. Her elbows press into the pillow on each side of my head, and she kisses my mouth. I move my hands to the backs of her thighs and skate them upward until they reach her bare cheeks. I dig my fingers into her fleshy ass and spread her cheeks apart. For a moment, I consider dipping my finger into her slick pussy from behind and then slowly sliding it into her asshole. She’d like it. Hell, she’d love it. I know she would if she’d just give it a chance.
I want her asshole so fucking bad. I’m obsessed with it. And I’m going to have it. But I resist the temptation of trying to get in it tonight. Tonight is about her.
My hands abandon her ass cheeks and move around to her stomach, sliding up her torso beneath the silky fabric. I palm her breasts, her hands cupping over mine, and her nipples harden more beneath my touch.
Her own hands move up her chest to her shoulders, and then to the back of her neck as she rotates her hips, grinding her groin against mine. Reminds me of that scene from Urban Cowboy where Sissy rides that mechanical bull like she’s fucking it.
She reaches for the bottom of her chemise and pulls it over her head, tossing it to the floor. She is without one single bit of doubt the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Everything about her is perfect to me.
She rises to her knees and grips the base of my cock. Somehow, it’s hard again, and she positions the tip at her warm entrance, drenching wet with the mixture of her pussy juices and my cum. Her body sinks down slowly, and my cock slips into her until I’m buried balls deep inside her. She leans back, placing her hands on my thighs for support, and begins moving up and down in a slow, deliberate rhythm. And fuck, it feels fantastic.
I haven’t had sex in this position since I was in my early twenties. That’s when I became a Dom. I got my first taste of ultimate control over another person in the bedroom, and there was no way that I was going to relinquish that control.
Until now with Emma Lia.
Unbelievable. Mon bebelle asks and I cave to her after almost no argument.
I thought that I was craving an unbroken woman because I wanted to be her first Dom and train her to my particular tastes. But maybe that isn’t the only reason. Is it possible that my craving is a need for something other than dominance and submission? Something… normal?
Normal. I hate that fucking word so much.
I don’t know what’s happening to me. The only thing that I know for sure right now is that Emma Lia’s pussy feels like heaven around my cock.
Her hands leave my thighs, and she leans forward, her palms flattened on my chest, and I regret telling her to keep her hair up. I want to see her gorgeous chestnut locks cascading down her shoulders.
“Take your hair down for me.”
She doesn’t hesitate to reach up and remove the fastener holding her topknot in place. When her hair falls down, she pushes her fingers in at the roots and fluffs it out.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
She leans forward, lowering her head enough for the ends of her hair to tickle my chest, and slowly rides my cock up and down. I groan with pleasure and grasp her ass, spreading her cheeks apart, as I begin thrusting upward to meet her stroke for stroke.
“Can you come like this?” I ask.
“Not without some help.”
I rotate my hand, palm side up, and slide my hand between us until my fingers find her clit. I start with a slow, spiraling motion and increase the speed as she moves faster. I rub it in no particular order. Fast. Slow. Soft. Hard. Her closed rosebud mouth blooms and becomes a helpless O of pleasure. And I know when her breathing picks up that she’s catching up with me.
She sinks deeper and groans, “I’m going to come, Tristan. Right now.”
I feel the ripple of her body tightening around my cock, and then it’s over for me. I explode inside her again, grabbing her hips, bringing her down hard on my cock as I thrust upward. I hold her in place as I spasm, completely emptying myself into her again.
When it ends, she places her hands on each side of my face and presses a soft kiss against my mouth.
“Bebelle, I’m breaking a lot of my own rules for you.”
She giggles and presses another kiss to my mouth before moving to lie next to me. “Yes, I suppose you are. But isn’t it so much fun?”
She nestles beside me, her head on my shoulder and one leg tossed across mine. Her finger tracing circles in the hair on my chest. Cuddling.
Fuck, I’ve never cuddled. Not even before I became a Dom.
Before I was a Dom, I was an asshole. I immediately left after sex, and since becoming a Dom, I’ve always sent my submissive away once I was satisfied. Because when the sex is over, that’s the point when I’m finished with a woman. But I don’t feel finished with Emma Lia. And I don’t want to spend the rest of the night apart from her. “I want you to stay with me.”
I panic a little after I say the words, afraid that she might think my invitation to stay means that our D/s relationship has changed. It hasn’t. “Just for tonight and then things go back to the way they were,” I quickly add.
She stops tracing circles on my chest and pulls away. “I can go to my r
oom now if my being in your bed freaks you out.”
Shit. I think that I’ve pissed her off.
“Everything about tonight is vanilla, and that means sleeping together afterward.” Lie. The truth is that I want her next to me.
She stares at me for a moment. “I don’t know if I want to stay.”
Fuck, I’m surprised by how much I dislike hearing her say that.
I grasp her arm and pull her down to lie on my chest again. “You’re staying, bebelle.”
She relaxes against me, returning to her previous position. I wrap my arm around her and pull her close, caressing her shoulder with my fingertips. And then my peripheral vision catches movement across the room.
Claudia. She’s standing in the doorway between my room and Emma Lia’s. Watching us.
How long has she been there? Did she watch us fu… make love?
My cutting glare is a warning. My signal for Claudia to leave immediately without making her presence known to Emma Lia. Mon bebelle would freak out if she knew we were being watched by anyone, especially Claudia.
“My throat is dry. I’m going to get a drink. Do you want me to bring back anything for you?”
“I’m fine, thanks.”
I get up and drag on a T-shirt and sleep pants. Which pisses me the fuck off. I was exactly where and how I wanted to be for the rest of the night.
I close my bedroom door on my way into the hall; I don’t want Emma Lia to hear the sound of our voices carrying down the hallway. I’m furious, and things could become heated.
Claudia is standing at the door of her bedroom when I ascend the stairs. “I can’t believe you, Tristan.”
I grab her upper arm and shove her into her room, closing the room behind us. “What the fuck was that about?”
She yanks her arm away from my grasp. “I could ask you the same.”
How dare she act as though she has the right to question anything I do. “No, you can’t because what I do with my submissive is my business. Not yours.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? You call that cunt a submissive?”
“Watch it, Claudia.”
“Or what? You’ll punish me?” She holds up one of my belts and takes my hand, forcing it open and placing it in my palm. “Take it. Punish me, Master. I’ve been bad.”
She slips her robe off and crawls into the bed on all fours. She’s wearing my once-favorite black teddy. And I feel nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
The belt makes a thud when it drops onto the wood flooring. “No, Claudia. You’re not my submissive anymore.”
She lowers her head and upper body, her ass in the air. “We both need this, and you know it.”
“You may, but I don’t.”
She pushes her fingers under the edge of the teddy at her hip and follows it until she reaches the G-string strap in her cleft. She pulls the fabric to the side and pushes her finger into her asshole. “You want to fuck me in the ass. I know that you do. And I’ll let you do it right now as hard as you want. Your little girlfriend won’t.”
It’s not Claudia’s asshole that I yearn to have.
“Stop this. Now. We are over, and it’s time for you to find another Dom to satisfy your needs. Immediately.”
Claudia takes her finger out of her ass and lets go of the fabric before turning over and lying on her back. “You fucked her face-to-face, Tristan. Made her come three times. Three. Times. You never did those things with me. Do you have any idea how much it hurts to see you do that with her?”
“She is my submissive, and I’m with her now. I will do whatever I want to do with her. And let me point out that you wouldn’t have been hurt if you hadn’t been watching us. You had no right to do that.”
Claudia rises and props on her elbows. “You’re out of your mind if you think she is a submissive. She doesn’t have what it takes, and she never will.”
“This lifestyle is brand new to her, and she’s adjusting beautifully.”
Claudia laughs. “It looked to me like you were the one adjusting for her.”
“You know what, Claudia? I am adjusting for her, and I fucking love everything we’ve done. I don’t need to hurt her to be satisfied. She makes me happy. Her. She is enough for me.”
“For now, but it’s only temporary. She’s your shiny new toy, but guess what? The shine will wear off and when it does, all you’re going to have is a plain old ordinary girl. There’s nothing special about her.”
“Maybe so, but until that time I’m going to enjoy what I have with her.”
She rises to a sitting position. “I’m here for you, Tristan. When you’re tired of vanilla, I’m here.”
Wrong. She isn’t going to be here, which reminds me of the meeting I set up for her. “How did it go with Jacob last night?”
“I didn’t go.”
Oh hell no. “You better be fucking kidding me.”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?”
I went to a lot of trouble to meet with him and set up that appointment. Plus, it makes me look like a weak-ass Dom because she didn’t show. “I can’t fucking believe you, Claudia.”
“And I can’t believe that you think I would go; you know that you’re the only Dom I want.”
I can see that she can’t be reasoned with right now. “I’m done with this conversation.”
She launches from the bed and wraps her arms around me. “Please don’t go back to her.”
I peel her arms off my body. “Find a new Dom. Soon. I need you out of my house.”
Claudia has never been so obstinate. It would have served her well to have exercised some of that disobedience when she was my submissive. I might not have become so bored with her.
But it’s too late now.
7
Emma Lia Grant
Last night was sooo good. I could get hooked on that kind of sex with Tristan, but I know that vanilla doesn’t fulfill him the way it does me.
The man needs to fuck. Needs to be rough. Needs to cause pain.
I wish that he weren’t that way. But he is, and there’s nothing I can do about it except be grateful for the times when he is gentle with me.
I stretch and open my eyes, finding that Tristan is still next to me, awake and smiling. That’s a good sign that he isn’t freaking about my being in his bed.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he says.
“Good morning.”
He twists and reaches for something on the nightstand. He turns back to face me and places an elegantly wrapped gift from a high-end luxury jeweler on the bed beside me. “I have a gift for you.”
“What kind of gift?”
“Let’s call it a you-are-my-submissive-and-I’m-going-to-spoil-you gift.”
“Ooh, I like the sound of that.”
My mouth feels dry and sticky. I was probably mouth breathing and maybe even snoring, according to what Tristan has told me, so I know my breath can’t be pleasant. “Give me a minute to freshen up. Be right back.”
After dashing to my bathroom, I brush my teeth and comb my hair before rushing back to bed, eager to open my gift from Tristan. “Hmm… I wonder what in the world could this be.”
I tear away the ribbon and rip the paper. My heart speeds a little because I’ve never been given a piece of jewelry by a man other than my dad. The guys that I’ve dated in the past have been closer to my age and not financially stable enough to afford even an inexpensive piece of jewelry from a store like this.
I crack open the box, and it’s a matching set that includes a necklace, earrings, and bracelet. Very posh. Very formal. Very expensive.
I finger the center stone of the necklace. I don’t even know how many carats it would be, but it’s huge. “Tristan… this is beautiful, but it’s so formal. I have no idea where I’d wear it.”
“I have a business trip, and you’re going with me. We fly out in the morning.”
“Where to?”
“Destination Vegas. And you’re going to wear this set of jewe
lry to a high-stakes poker game that we’ll be attending.”
Omigod. I’m going to Las Vegas with Tristan Broussard. He’ll rub elbows with important people while we’re there. Being seen with him only builds my image within the casino world. No one in their right mind would think that he’s keeping the company of a professional gambling cheat.
This is a good thing. Perfect, actually.
I hurl myself onto his lap, my arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. I bury my face in the side of his neck and squeeze him tightly. “There’s no one else in this world I’d rather go to Vegas with. Thank you. For the trip and the jewelry.”
“I told you that I was going to spoil you, bebelle. This is only a small taste.”
I release my hold on him. “You said that this trip is business?”
“It’s always been a dream of mine to have my own casino, one that I’ve overseen from the ground up. Not one that I’ve inherited from my grandfather. And I’m going to make it happen.”
“Fuck, Tristan. That’s a huge undertaking.”
“Language, bebelle. Or you know what will happen.”
Yes, I do. And I’m sure he’d like nothing more than to punish me, but I’m not ready to go there just yet. Not after the wonderful night we just had.
When we were making love last night, I had a fleeting thought that there was something more to Tristan. Until he told me that things would return to the way they were. That’s when I realized that I was only getting one night in his bed. And I remembered what he is and what I am to him—a pretend submissive who’s working off a debt to him.
His words hurt me. Made me feel insignificant.
I don’t want to think about that anymore.
“How long is this Vegas getaway?”
“A week. Everything is still in the early stages, so I’ll be attending a lot of meetings. This trip is going to be all business for me. You’ll be free to do as you like as long as you’re available to me when I want you.”
Available to talk. To fuck. To suck his dick. Whatever he needs in the moment. He doesn’t have to say the words. I already know that my duties in Vegas won’t differ from what they are here in New Orleans. I’m his to do with as he pleases.