Craving HIM (Serving HIM Vol. 7)

by Parker, M. S.

  He hit my g-spot again and I began to beg. “Can I come, Sir?”

  He brought his hand down on my ass. Hard. So hard, it brought tears to my eyes.

  “You want to come?”

  “Please, Sir.”

  He spanked me again and slowed his thrusts. Each one was torture. I could feel each ridge, each vein, every bit of his cock, rubbing against the walls of my vagina and I squeezed down, desperate to lock him inside me. I needed him. I always needed him.

  He spanked me again and my ass felt like it was on fire.

  He pulled hard on my hair. “Come.”

  I did. Hard and fast, his name ripping out of me with a rough cry.

  But he didn’t follow.

  I was still quaking and shuddering when he pulled out of me and I almost went to my knees.

  He took control though and sat me down on the couch, then moved, coming in front of me. He cupped my jaw in one hand.

  “Open. You’re going to swallow my cock, Aleena. While you're still shivering and whimpering and wishing for more, you’re going to take me in your mouth. I haven’t come yet and I’m not going to come inside your sweet pussy because if I do, I won’t want to stop. I’ll want to have your ass next, and then we’ll spend all night here with me punishing you for testing me and I told you I’d take you out. Now, open.”

  My lips were already parted, eager to taste him. It was such a turn-on to do this to him, for him. I loved the feel of his soft skin stretched over his thick, heavy shaft. He was so hard. I started to trace the vein on the underside of his cock with the tip of my tongue, but that wasn't what he wanted.

  He stared at me, gaze hot, and he wrapped my ponytail around his hand, holding my head still as he pushed his cock deeper. He knew exactly how far I could take him and, as he began to thrust into my mouth, he would go just a little past that, testing me on every other pass.

  He came quickly and I held him in my mouth, swallowing down every drop, and then licking him clean. I wanted more and leaned forward as his cock slipped from my lips. But he stepped back before I could get what I wanted. He quickly tucked himself into his pants and zipped up, then reached out a hand to help me to my feet. He smoothed my skirt down, which didn't do anything to help my shaking legs.

  He smiled at me. “You might want to fix your hair and make-up.”

  My hands were trembling as I did my best to make myself presentable again. I felt like I was hovering on the edge of another climax and when I looked at Dominic, he was smiling in that small, secretive way of his.

  He knew how I felt and this was my punishment.

  He was going to make me wait.

  I swallowed down my protest and met his eyes with a smile of my own. I knew the night was just getting started.

  ***

  The pulse of music wrapped around me like a sensual caress and I wondered if I could get Dominic to take me out to the dance floor. There was a smaller one on the VIP level and the thought of having him pressed up against me, our bodies moving in sync to the music was such a temptation. The first time he'd kissed me, we'd been dancing.

  Dominic pressed a hand to my back and leaned in. “You want to dance.”

  It wasn’t a question, but I answered anyway.

  “Yes, Sir.” I tipped my head back and smiled up at him.

  He cupped my cheek and rubbed his thumb across my lower lip, hot possessiveness glinting in his eyes. He'd been touching me almost the entire time we'd been here, making sure it was clear to everyone that I belonged to him.

  Before we could make our way to the floor, a voice intruded and I looked away from Dominic to see a familiar woman walking toward us.

  “Natalie.” Dominic stroked a hand up my back and rested it on the base of my neck. My heart was racing as I looked at the woman who’d come to a stop just a couple of feet away.

  Natalie Walsh. The name popped up from the back of my memory and I nodded at her.

  She was studying me speculatively and I couldn’t figure out why at first. But then I realized her eyes weren’t meeting mine. She was staring at my neck. At the collar.

  “It would seem things are serious,” she said, leaning in to be heard over the music.

  Dominic didn’t answer her verbally, just pressed his lips to my temple as his fingers played with my collar.

  A smile lit Natalie’s face and she held out a hand. I looked down and then over at Dominic. He still had his hand on the back of my neck, rubbing gently. I reached out and slipped my hand into Natalie’s. She didn’t shake, but rather squeezed it, gently. A sort of…companionable welcome, I suppose.

  “Be good to him.”

  Then she nodded at us and moved off into the crowd. She’d barely taken five steps before a man went to his knees in front of her. He wasn't wearing much in the way of clothing, but that wasn't unusual here. She stroked a hand down his face but shook her head, continuing on her way.

  “I guess you two are friends,” I said as Dominic led me onto the dance floor. It was barely big enough for half a dozen couples, but there were other amusements for the VIP lounge. Only two other couples were on the floor at the moment, an older gay couple and then a couple who were probably around Dominic’s age. One of the gay men and the woman both wore collars. The gay man’s eyes met mine briefly and he gave me a slight nod before the rhythm of the dance had us shifting out of sight.

  Dominic didn’t answer right away and I slid a look at him from under my lashes. He held my gaze for a long moment before he spoke, “Natalie was one of the people who helped me find my way when I first got into this world. I’ve lost contact with the others, but Natalie and I stayed friends.”

  “Did you…” I licked my lips as I considered the question. “Have you two…”

  “No.” He chuckled softly. “She’s a dominant, like me, and neither of us like to switch. But she did walk me through things. It’s not like you wake up one morning and automatically know everything there is to know. There are things to learn if you don’t want to hurt your partner or be known as a careless Dom. Those are the kinds of people who don’t tend to be welcomed in clubs, no matter how much money they flash around. The Subs have to know they’ll be safe.”

  He spun me around and pulled me against him, this time with my back to his front. He splayed one hand over my belly and his lips trailed down my neck.

  “I guided you. Believe it or not, there was a Sub who guided me. Natalie helped find the right sort of teachers.”

  “You had a…” I stopped, shaking my head, dumbfounded by the idea. He always seemed so confident, it was hard to think of him unsure about any of this.

  “Who better to teach a new Dom about limits than a Sub who’s been in the life for years?” He pressed his mouth to my ear. “But you’ll be nobody’s teacher, Aleena. You’re mine.”

  I turned my face to his. “And you won't be teaching anyone else. You’re mine.”

  He kissed me, deep, hard, demanding and I was panting when he finally lifted his head. His cock was hard against my ass and I wanted nothing more than to have him inside me again. If I'd been into exhibitionism, I'd have been tempted to ask him to take me right there.

  When he guided me from the dance floor, I was more than happy to follow him to a table tucked in the shadows. He sat down, tugging until I was kneeling in front of him.

  “I want to kiss you,” he said, tugging on my ponytail. “But that skirt you’re wearing makes it difficult. One wrong move and people will see parts of you that are mine alone.”

  “Should I apologize, Sir?”

  His eyes glittered in the darkness. “No.” He leaned down and bit my lip. “People are looking at you. Looking at you, wanting you…and they know you’re mine.”

  He leaned down and his mouth took mine again. I opened for him, sucking on his tongue and pressing my hands to his thighs. The muscles were hard and clenched and I dared to slide my hands higher.

  He caught my wrist and I thought he was going to stop me, but instead, he dragged my r
ight hand to his cock, hissing out a breath when my fingers curled around him as best they could.

  His hand covered mine, pressing me against him. “I’m tempted to have you take me in your mouth right here. I’ve never been a fan of exhibitionism, but you make me want crazy things, Aleena.”

  I squeezed him through his trousers and met his eyes. As much as I wanted him, nerves crowded up inside me and I gave him a weak smile. “Well, if it helps,I think I’d remember my safe word really fast if you asked me. There are some things I just don’t want to do, even the idea is fun to tease you with.”

  “Hmmmm.” He tugged on my ponytail and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to my neck, sucking and nipping at the skin until I knew he'd left a mark. He pulled me up and onto his lap, one arm draped across my legs. I rested my head on his shoulder, my fingers teasing at the neck of his shirt. Suddenly, I felt him tense.

  Looking up, I followed the path his eyes had taken and saw a tall, leggy brunette coming toward us. She was dressed—barely—in a clingy, silky dress of silver that stood out in all the black and red. It dipped low between her breasts and her nipples were tight, hard points, visible under the thin material. The dress ended just south of legal and I imagined she’d have the same problem about bending over as I did.

  But even as Dominic and I watched, she paused by a table and turned, bending over slightly. The silver rose up, giving a glimpse of a firm ass and the bare folds of her vulva, the hair removed.

  She clearly didn't suffer from a lack of self-confidence.

  When she straightened, she turned back toward us and continued with her slow, rolling glide, hips swinging, the silver of her dress slithering over her curves. A few feet away, she went to her knees and crawled toward Dominic, but there was little about the action that was submissive. It made me think more of a cat stalking its prey.

  She sank back on her heels, not sparing a glance for me.

  I turned my head toward Dominic and said, “I’m not crawling for you.”

  “I wouldn’t want you to.” Amusement and pride gleamed in his eyes as he kissed my temple before shifting his attention back to the woman. “Hello, Koren.”

  Her eyes shifted to me now, and in that moment, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I didn't really know why, but there was something about her that set me on edge. Her eyes flicked over me and I had the suspicion she was taking me, measuring me. Measuring her competition. I must have come up lacking because a smirk twisted her pretty lips.

  Then, abruptly, she surged upright, hot flashes of color staining her cheeks red. She glared at me and the emptiness of her gaze was replaced by an ugliness that had my internal radar screaming.

  “Is that a collar?” she asked, her voice surprising deep.

  Dominic’s eyes narrowed, but his voice was soft when he responded, “Yes.” He reached up, running his finger alone the soft velvet. “Koren, this is Aleena. She’s mine.”

  I glanced at him. Here, I was his Sub, but I needed to make something clear to Koren. “You’re mine too,” I reminded him quietly.

  He grinned at me as he took my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I am.” He brushed his mouth against mine and then looked back at Koren. She was still staring at me, that hot, burning rage filling her eyes.

  Abruptly, she stood, turned on her heel and stormed away.

  “I don’t think she likes me,” I said.

  “Koren doesn’t like anybody.” Dominic nuzzled my neck. “Keep away from her, okay?”

  I nodded. That wouldn’t be an issue. I didn't want to go anywhere near her. I snuggled down against Dominic's broad chest. I was quite happy where I was.

  A few minutes later, a sharp cry echoed through the air in between a lull in the music. I looked up and heat flooded my face.

  It was Koren.

  The VIP had its own small stage and she was now tied to the poles, arms stretched out wide, legs spread. Her dress had disappeared somewhere and every inch of her was exposed.

  A masked man behind her plied a whip and I flinched at the sharp crack of it as it came down on her flesh. It curled around to kiss her nipple on one stroke, then came between her thighs. Every touch brought with it a sound, but none of them were pained. Judging by the way her body was writhing, she was enjoying every bit of it. That wasn't what was freaking me out though. If someone got off on what I thought of as painful, that was their business. No, what got to me was that her eyes didn't leave Dominic the entire time.

  “That’s…creepy,” I whispered, turning to Dominic.

  He didn’t say anything, just nudged me off his lap and held up a hand. “Come on. I’ve reserved a room.”

  He led me off, but I couldn’t resist looking back once.

  She was still staring at us. I needed to watch this woman.

  Chapter 9

  Dominic

  The gathering wasn’t what anyone could call informal and it definitely wasn’t low-key, although that was the impression they were trying to give off. The checkered tablecloths over white tables, the rich tang of barbecue in the air, it all added up to what felt like a giant family picnic. Or at least what I assumed a family picnic would feel like. The Snows never had anything so crass.

  I’d driven well over an hour to attend this fundraiser and it had taken some work to secure a ticket. I could have had Aleena do it, but she’d know why and then she would have wanted to come. While I loved being with her, she sometimes made it hard for me to think, and I wanted my wits about me. I wasn’t sure I was ready to do this, to look at the man who'd made me possible.

  He stood at the podium and it was disturbing to look up at him from across the crowd and see my own face. He was older, of course, but didn't even look close to his age. I wondered how much of that was good genes and how much was the result of discreet nips and tucks, possibly some Botox.

  Woodrow turned my way so I shifted my attention to the crowd. I spent the past hour watching him, seeing how he interacted with everybody. The typical person would probably just see a friendly man who had been blessed in life and believed in giving back to the community.

  He said all the right things, smiled at the right times and nodded soberly when needed. He made all the right movements, a friendly touch on the shoulder or a quick hug, an easy laugh. His gaze and touch never lingered too long on any one person, never showed favoritism.

  I didn’t trust him.

  I couldn't even say why, but I didn’t. I didn't think it had anything to do with what Cecily had told me either. I wouldn’t have trusted this man with anything remotely important, much less a role in running the government.

  There was something off about him.

  Everybody else seemed fine with him, despite the fact that I didn’t want to be anywhere near him. More than a few women slid appraising looks his way and not just the ladies in his age bracket either. He never returned the attention, or even acknowledged it.

  The only time I saw him show interest in a woman was when a redhead approached him. She was small, diminutive, striking for her age with high cheekbones and wide-set eyes. Even from here, I could see how pretty she was. As she leaned in, he dipped his head to kiss her cheek. She slid her arm through the crook of his elbow, confirming my assumption that she was his wife.

  I guess, in some way, she was my stepmother. Amused with myself, I watched as the two of them continued to work the crowd. She wasn’t as good as he was but he worked with her, assisting when clearly she seemed to falter.

  Once or twice, I found his eyes resting on me and I could see the speculation in his gaze, could feel him assessing me. Each time, I casually broke eye contact. I didn’t want to give him any reason to approach me.

  There was no denying that I had a powerful urge to walk up to him, tell him who I was and see how he reacted. To ask him what he thought of Cecily now, ask why he’d thrown her away. Because I knew that's exactly what he'd done. He’d been in the political arena for years before I was born, and impregnating a teenager on the side
wouldn’t have done him any good, even if his wife had stayed with him. I’d done some digging over the past couple weeks, but either he’d learned his lesson or gotten better at covering his tracks because so far, my investigator hadn’t turned up any girlfriends or other children.

  I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to see his reaction, see what he said and I wanted to see the look in his eyes when I confronted him. When he got a good look at my face and couldn't deny who I was.

  But I told Cecily I’d keep my distance.

  I’d made a silent amendment when I agreed to stay away though. I couldn’t avoid this confrontation forever. I’d keep my distance, but only until I had more information and a better idea how to handle him.

  I sure as hell hadn’t learned much today, other than one unpleasant fact.

  I now knew where I’d gotten my ability to work people.

  The knowledge left a bad taste in my mouth.

  Chapter 10

  Aleena

  Sometimes I didn't think Dominic knew the magnitude of the tasks he put before me. Like this one. He wanted to set up a foundation, a charitable one and he wanted it up and running fast. He wasn't exactly a patient man.

  The problem was, starting such a charity meant dealing with legalities and the IRS. I’d suspected as much, but hadn't known exactly how much. Ten minutes into my first conversation with Tom and I knew one thing.

  I knew there wasn’t going to be any fast with this.

  Getting a charity set up through the IRS took paperwork and a minimum of ninety days. Some people waited longer, although I had no doubt Dominic would manage to be one of the ones who got through with just the ninety days.

  Considering Dominic wanted it to be a longstanding, lasting enterprise, that meant we had to develop it as such. Tom told me that meant we needed a business plan. Plus, Dominic would have to rethink everything he knew about business. There was a difference between running a business for profit and then forming a nonprofit one.