Bad Boy Dom

by Holly Roberts

  “Would you let me cook for you?”

  “You cook?” I tried without success to keep the longing for a home cooked meal off my face.

  “Yes, I cook.” Finally, she seemed to relax.

  “The kitchen is yours. Just use the house phone and dial 666 for Wade. He’ll go buy anything you need.”

  “666?”

  “It was his idea and sometimes it’s easier to just give him his way.”

  “It might be easier to give me mine, too.”

  “You’re such a naughty girl. I think I’ve found the perfect punishment for you.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Delayed orgasm.”

  “It’s not the delay, it’s the not having one at all today.”

  I reached over and pulled on her lower lip. “I’ll be sure to keep this busy.”

  She actually blushed. “Do you want to invite Matt and Stephon to dinner?”

  “They’ll trip over each other getting here but you’ve been warned.”

  “Where am I sleeping tonight?”

  “With me.”

  “And no sex?” Her voice was incredulous.

  “I’ll be sure to enjoy myself.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  God, her pout turned me on and I started whistling to take my mind off my cock. I showed her the master bedroom and then took her back to the kitchen. Bringing out one of my guitars, I sat on a chair, strumming chords, while she learned her way around. She looked incredibly sexy opening up cabinets, and making a grocery list.

  I cleared my throat. “Who taught you to cook?”

  “My grandma.”

  “Even better. You know… the way to a rock star legend’s heart is through his stomach.”

  “Really, I thought it was through his cock.” She turned away quickly.

  I lay my guitar against the wall, walked over, and placed my hands on either side of the counter blocking her in. Using one hand, I lifted her hair and blew across the back of her neck. “Turn around for me.”

  She turned and I lifted her ass to the counter, pulling her legs around my waist. Sliding my hands under her skirt, I bunched the back of her panties in my hands tearing them when I pulled. “No panties in my house. I think you might need to write down some of my rules.”

  “You have so many rules for women that I need to write them down?”

  “I’m thinking of new one’s every minute. I’ve had women here for an evening but never three days so the rules will be tighter for you.”

  “My pussy is tight right now. Why don’t you check it out?”

  “Umm, sorry, I’ll just come back.”

  I turned to see Wade walking backwards out of the kitchen.

  “No, I need you to take these and dispose of them.”

  Wade came closer and I handed him Angela’s panties. She actually growled and the sound went straight to my cock. I pulled her off the counter, rearranging her skirt.

  “Angela’s cooking for us so after you throw those away come back in here and take her grocery order.”

  That knowing, mature grin appeared back on his young face. “I know they’re destroyed but can I keep them?”

  “No, get your own girlfriend and start a collection. I better not find those in your room.”

  “Damn, you take all the fun out of having a woman in the house.”

  “Too bad.”

  She whispered in my ear, “You gave him my panties. He’s just a kid.”

  “He’s twenty-two and only two years younger than you. He can handle a pair of panties and I like seeing your cheeks flushed.”

  “Okay, but if things with you don’t work out I might try a younger man next.”

  I pinched her nipples through her tight t-shirt.

  “Ouch.”

  “You’re wearing nipple clamps tonight.”

  “I promise I’ll be good.”

  “Too late, now please soothe my temper over your bratty behavior through my stomach.”

  I called the boys and told them to come over for dinner. They said they were on their way even after I told them it would be two hours before it was ready.

  They joined me in the kitchen to serenade our cook. The songs were spontaneous and grew raunchy as our stomachs began growling with the wonderful smells traveling throughout the room.

  She made Italian meatballs with salad and bruschetta.

  At the end of an amazing meal, Stephon stood and walked over to Angela’s chair. Going to his knees, he looked into her startled face, “Will you marry me?”

  She blushed but played along, skimming the hair from his forehead, “Why, Sir, I fear you come with a sidekick, and I’m a one-dom girl. The two of you would knock my poor little heart right from my chest.”

  Stephon turned to Matt, “I’m dumping your ass if she changes her mind. Krispin doesn’t deserve someone lovely that can cook.”

  Matt looked over and managed not to crack a smile. “I haven’t asked her yet and believe me; you’re not even in the picture if she’ll say yes.”

  “That’s enough, boys. She’s mine and if you make her any more uncomfortable I won’t share the dessert she made me.”

  “Are they always so goofy?” she asked, looking at Wade.

  “Only from early morning until late at night, it’s hard for someone of my serious nature to persevere.”

  “That did it.” Matt threw his napkin down and Stephon stood at the same time.

  Wade tried to get up from his chair but the guys grabbed him first. They wrestled him to the floor, and then unceremoniously carried his struggling body from the room.

  “Where are they taking him?” Her eyes were huge seas of green.

  “The pool, and I’m not sharing dessert.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Angela…

  Their silliness was infectious and I made sure they got dessert. We carried it out to the pool where three gorgeous nude bodies continued their antics. They seemed so carefree, and I wondered if Krispin would normally be playing with them.

  He looked at me. “Do you want to swim?”

  “Yeah, come on in and please tell us you forgot your suit.” Stephon rested his bulging forearms on the side of the pool and the other two looked on with puppy-dog eyes.

  “Leave her be, Steph, or we’ll all be horny tonight.” Matt yelled from the deep end.

  “You’re always fucking horny, and as soon as you’re home you’ll be using your fist to get yourself off anyway.” Another playful round of “Dunk-the-Idiot” ensued. If my pussy singularly belonged to Krispin, I could get used to this.

  They finally pulled themselves from the water and joined us for still-warm chocolate chip cookies. Then they lay back on the recliners and talked about rehearsal in the morning.

  “We’re only going over the song order and doing a sound check. Then we’re resting until the show.” Krispin sounded so matter of fact, I was surprised when they all began laughing.

  I looked at Krispin and he grinned. “They’re jealous because you’ll be with me all day.

  “Oh.”

  “We aren’t stupid and he won’t be relaxing.” Matt piped in.

  “Oh.” I didn’t know what else to say and they all laughed at my discomfort until Krispin got their attention.

  “The cook doesn’t clean so you boys need to head in and do the dishes.”

  “I don’t mind cleaning.”

  He lifted me into his arms. “But I mind. It’s our turn to swim while they have cleanup duty.”

  “Put me down and I’ll go get my suit.”

  “Sorry, that’s not an option. Get the hell out of here guys. Clean up and then go home.”

  I smiled at the good-natured moans and groans but stopped suddenly as water covered my head. I came up sputtering in soggy clothes. Krispin removed his shirt and then his pants and I couldn’t manage a single complaint. I swam to the side as he jumped and dove over my head. I watched his white ass shoot through the water. Without coming up for air, he changed course
and swam up behind me.

  Strong arms turned me around and traveled under my shirt as his head came out of the water.

  “You’re overdressed for swimming.”

  God, I loved his bad boy grin! He held me above the waterline while I pulled my shirt and bra over my head and then we both worked on my soaked skirt, finally watching as the last of my clothes floated to the bottom.

  “Don’t worry, the pool boy will get it out.” His grin was hot enough to melt me completely.

  “That’s what scares me.”

  Krispin’s mouth covered mine. I hoped he forgot the no-sex dictate he made earlier. I would damn sure try and change his mind.

  He pulled me to the shallow end of the pool until I felt my ass barely scrape one of the steps. His lips left mine and kisses traveled down my jaw, across my collarbone and then covered my nipple with erotic suction. The sunset reflected off the water and I pulled his head closer.

  “Oow.” His teeth bit into my nipple, though I knew it wasn’t as hard as it could have been.

  “Arms folded behind your back.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He moved to my other nipple, squeezing the breast he left behind. There was no way to know how much wetness from between my legs floated away in the pool, but Krispin finally placed his hand against the part of me that craved his touch even more than my breasts.

  “Please.” I needed more of him.

  “Please, Sir.” He whispered the words against my ear.

  “Please, Sir.”

  His arms wrapped around me and we moved from the side, going into the deeper end.

  “Hold your breath.”

  We went below the surface, and his dark eyes looked at mine through the crystal clear water. He grinned when his feet hit the bottom, and pushed off, bringing us both to the surface again.

  “I needed to cool you off,” he said. “The only thing getting sexual attention tonight is my cock.”

  He hadn’t forgotten, damn him.

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Krispin…

  Keeping her from coming was harder than I thought. She was a devious wench.

  After I did a few laps in the pool, I wrapped her in a big towel and we padded into the house. Once she realized the guys were gone, the towel hit the floor and her knees hit the soft carpet in front of me.

  “Would Sir like his cock sucked?”

  Like I could resist her lips or the warmth of her breath mere inches from my growing erection.

  “Oh, you are a naughty sub.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  My hands went into her wet hair and pulled those soft lips forward. Her hot tongue played with me as I watched her lips work me over. I wiped a trail of saliva from the corner of her mouth, causing her to look up and meet my gaze.

  She was beautiful with her mouth filled with my dick, her cheeks sucked in, and her green eyes shining with too much power. Power I had no chance of taking away at this moment. She was too fucking sexy and her mouth felt like heaven.

  It was going to be a long night.

  ***

  She made breakfast for the guys in the morning. My little spitfire huffed and puffed showing her frustrated discontent over the previous evening’s lack of an orgasm. I stayed out of her way and let the boys work at cheering her up. There was a reason for my madness. I wanted her hot and horny when we finally made our way to the playroom. I needed her in the right headspace to get through our concert and the crazy fans tonight.

  Matt walked by and whispered, “Keep her.”

  He was so easy. Two home cooked meals and he was in love. I was a goner at the first blowjob but I wouldn’t tell him that.

  We all pitched in and cleaned up the kitchen. We needed to be at the venue for rehearsal in an hour, and traffic was never predictable.

  The rest of the band members were waiting patiently when we walked in ten minutes late. The sound and lighting techs needed a few minutes of my time and I held Angela’s sweat slicked hand tightly in mine. I made introductions but her body stayed stiff and alert, her eyes casting furtive glances in all directions. When the techs went to their appropriate places, I whispered in her ear.

  “Do I need to take you into a corner and fuck your brains out?”

  “That might help.” I got my first smile of the day.

  “I take it you’re horny?”

  “I’m beyond horny. I think I’m going to combust.”

  “Good. Now come and meet the rest of the band.”

  “I hate you.”

  “Keep thinking that and relax.”

  Bringing a woman to rehearsal was a first for me. I could see Stephon and Matt put their protective caps on, and it made me smile.

  “Up you go.” I lifted her so she sat on top of the speaker and then grabbed a set of unconnected earphones to cover her ears. “It’s going to be loud. Save your eardrums.”

  We checked the sound and acoustics before running through a condensed version of the songs on the playlist. We had most of our show down to a science, though adlib changed things up and made for better entertainment. And we lived to entertain.

  Practice went smooth but before leaving the stage, I started a well-known riff knowing the guys would catch on. The song wasn’t ours and actually belonged to the Rolling Stones.

  I’d never asked Keith Richards about the rumors surrounding the song he wrote, whether it was written about Angie Dickenson, David Bowie’s first wife, or Keith’s heroin addiction; it made no difference to me. This was me staking claim so my band mates knew Angela was more important than the band bunnies that constantly dogged our steps. The guys took up the beat while I walked over and removed the headphones. They only muffled the sound but I wanted her to know this was me singing to her. I didn’t know if she would recognize the changes I put in the lyrics and I didn’t care. This was now my song to her and I sang it, watching the tears stream down her face, with every bit of emotion I put into the words.

  You can’t say we’re not satisfied

  But Angie, Angie

  You can’t say we won’t try

  Angie you’re beautiful

  And it ain’t time to say goodbye

  Angie, I love you

  It ain’t time to say goodbye

  As the last cord died away, I sat my guitar down and said “Thanks, guys” without ever taking my eyes off Angela. Her green orbs were looking back at me with such incredible need. I picked her up and carried her out of the building to the car. Sitting in the back with her wrapped tightly in my arms, the traffic delayed our appointment in the playroom.

  Her sexy grin further ruffled my feathers. “You have no reason to complain. My pussy needs relief more than your cock.”

  “Oh, Little Bird, watch that mouth of yours.”

  “I need your mouth on me, Sir. Please?”

  “Wade, can’t you go any faster?” I groaned, not caring that I sounded like a petulant teenager.

  “Yes, Sir,” he said in a husky voice, smiling slyly at me in the rearview mirror. I decided I would kill him later.

  Once at home, I dragged her into the playroom like a caveman. Most dungeons had the common theme of black leather and metal. My room was different. It was more of a kinky whorehouse and I loved the sound of Angela’s laugh. Her eyes admired the corner bed covered in red velvet, with gold throw pillows, the low lighting with garish coverings, and interspersed between the medieval torture devices large red and gold pillows pushed the room to flamboyant.

  “You’re weird.”

  I didn’t think I would ever get tired of hearing her tell me that.

  “Clothes off!”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I walked over to the closet and looked over the wardrobe possibilities. Ah, this was what I wanted to see on her! A red satin corset that would push up her breasts but left them almost completely exposed. I took out a black garter belt and quickly unpackaged new black thigh highs.

  “Put these on.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

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sp; I sat down on the room’s odd piece of furniture a zebra-striped chaise lounge to watch while she stripped. She put on the garters, then slipped one of the stockings over her toes and began rolling them slowly up her leg. She peered at me coyly, making my cock jerk to attention, as she repeated the process on the other leg, finally snapping the garters to the top of the stockings.

  She walked to me and turned, giving me a breathtaking view of the sexiest ass I’d ever seen. I wanted to fuck her right then, but instead I grabbed the laces of the corset. I gave them a good hard jerk, nearly pulling her off balance. God, she was fucking hot.

  “Go over to the parallel bar, face me, and grab it.” The positioned bar was a few inches above her head.

  I removed my clothes and then began jacking myself off. I wanted her to watch. Before I spewed over the floor, I grabbed my t-shirt and came in the soft material. She licked her pouty lips.

  “Don’t worry, you’ll get some later,” I smiled, “but I needed to take the edge off.”

  “I could have taken the edge off.” Her sulky voice caused me to smile again.

  “It’s not up to you. You’ll only get fucked or fuck me when I say so.”

  The pout increased. “Yes, Sir.”

  She craved my control just as I craved her surrender. I removed wrist cuffs from a drawer and then moved in close to her body. “Bring your arms down.”

  I attached the cuffs to her wrists, and then attached them to the bar. I grabbed the wooden sawhorse and moved it under her pussy, so she straddled the wooden pony, causing her to go to her toes. The wood resting against her pink folds was half an inch thick, and wasn’t comfortable for long periods of time. I hadn’t used more than a paddle for too long but I was finally feeling comfortable in knowing Angela’s pain limits. I picked up a wide strap and doubled it. “This is going to hurt.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’ll begin with ten. Count.”

  I didn’t give her time to answer, just swung the strap so it landed against the center of her ass cheeks. She went up higher on her toes before coming down and then going up again to relieve the pressure on her pussy.