“I actually said, ‘Let me fill you, cupcake,’” I answer, emphasizing the words. “But now that you’ve given me the idea, I actually like it. Now I can have my cupcake and eat it, too,” I explain with more laughter.
She blushes bright red but laughs with me. “Well, I’m glad I’m so amusing to you,” she says playfully, pretending to be offended.
“You are very amusing to me and I think that’s a great idea. Now, when I want to see that beautiful blush color on you when we’re in public, I will just remind you of how much I love your cupcakes,” I half-tease, knowing full well that this term is now sticking with us for good. “I like icing on my cupcakes, too,” I add for good measure. She buries her head again but I feel her body shaking from laughter.
Coaxing her from the water back to the beach where our clothes wait is a bit more challenging. She is convinced that as soon as she steps foot outside the water, a hoard of people will come around the bend and see her. Being ever the gentleman, I stay low in the water as far as I can go, then jump up and run to the rocks. After grabbing our clothes, I run as fast as one can run in the Pacific Ocean and dive into the water beside her. We manage to get dressed and find that putting wet clothes on underwater is actually easier than putting wet clothes on out of the water.
Good to know for future reference.
We walk back to the hotel in soaking wet clothes, talking, laughing, and just generally enjoying each other’s company. My arm is draped around her shoulders and her arm is wrapped around my waist. I lean over to her ear and whisper, “Don’t forget, My Angel, you are all mine now. There’s no turning back.”
Instead of tensing up, like I expected her to, she leans into me even more and wraps her other arm around me, circling my waist. She stops walking and positions herself directly in front of me. When she tilts her head to look me in the eye, I see it glistening in her eyes. I know the look, I know the expectations her mind has set, and I know exactly what she’s thinking. She loves me.
“I don’t want to turn back, Dom. I want to be yours. I don’t ever want to leave you. Thank you for being so understanding with me,” she says earnestly. “I’m sorry for letting you down at first,” she says while fighting back tears. “I never want to disappoint you again, Dom.”
I stroke her face and lean down to kiss her tenderly. “You didn’t disappoint me, My Angel. That’s part of my responsibility—to help remind you, guide you, and teach you. I agreed to that when I agreed to this lifestyle. There are two areas where I am always Dom—the bedroom, or wherever bedroom things may happen, and in my business. Remember that, and most anything else will work itself out naturally.”
“Okay. I can do that,” she answers. “Does that mean I can’t kiss you first?”
“No, not at all. I love when you’re affectionate with me. What I mean is, you need to learn to trust that I won’t hurt you—physically or mentally. Anything I do to you will bring you great pleasure, if you just submit to me and relax.”
She hugs me tightly and her hand darts to her face. I know she’s wiping away tears, comparing me to that fucker who hurt her. If I ever get my hands on him, he will know what real fucking pain is. He will know what it’s like to be submissive at the hands of another who only wants to cause harm. He will learn his fucking lesson.
We draw curious looks from people as we walk by in our fine clothes, soaking wet and plastered to our bodies, but neither of us really cares. In my life, if I have learned anything, it’s that people will think good or bad of you based on their own experiences, their own beliefs, and their own prejudices. I’m not changing who I am to try to fit someone else’s mold, so the only opinions that matter are from those whom I love and who love me. Since none of these people fit into that category, Sophia and I stroll across the sand to our cottage like we own the place.
“My Angel, it’s time for a hot shower, don’t you think?” I ask her in my bedroom voice as we enter our temporary abode.
“Oh, yes, I definitely think a hot shower is in order!” The gleam in her eyes lets me know that she’s also ready for round two.
Giving her my naughty grin, I quickly toss her over my shoulder and sprint to the master bathroom. She squeals with laughter and playfully swats me on the ass before grabbing it and squeezing it in her little hand. This surprises me at first but I quickly find that I like it. Actually, I fucking love her hands on me in any way I can get them. Once in the bathroom, I set her on the counter and turn the shower on to let the water get warm.
Situating myself between her legs, I cup her face in my hands and gingerly kiss her lips. Then I work my way along her jawline and all over her neck. There are certain places on her neck that cause chill bumps to spread down her arm and leg on that side of her body. It’s fascinating to watch her body’s reaction and I do it several times over.
Sophia is watching me curiously as I stroke the most recent round of chill bumps on her arm. “You like that, don’t you, Dom?” she asks, her tone that of being proud of bringing me such strange pleasure.
“I do like it—a lot. It’s like you’re connected to me, Sophia. I can touch you or whisper to you and your body instantly responds. It knows you’ve always belonged to me.
“Let me get you out of these wet clothes, baby. You must be freezing and I’m playing with your chill bumps. That’s not very gentlemanly of me, is it?” I ask with a smile as I remove her wet shirt and bra. “Now I can really enjoy looking at you. It was a little hard to get a good look with you plastered to me in the water,” I say with a wink at her.
“Can I help you out of that wet shirt?” she asks shyly. “I didn’t get a good look at your tattoo or your awesome body with you crushing me to you in the water,” she retorts with a smile and squenches her eyes at me.
I put my hand on my chin, as if I’m in deep thought, and reply, “I really can’t think of a single instance where it would be inappropriate for you to take my clothes off of me.” I drop my voice an octave and finish, “Have your wicked way with me, My Angel.”
Chapter Ten
Sophia pulls up the hem of my shirt, but she’s too short to pull it all the way over my head. Reaching up, I grab my shirt from behind, yank it off, and cast it aside. Her hands roam over my chest, her fingers gliding across my skin as she intently studies my tattoos. She rubs her hand over my chest, shoulder, and arm as if she can actually feel the tattoos as something separate from my skin. I watch her with what I’m sure is the same curiosity as she watched me just a minute ago.
“This is gorgeous,” she compliments my ink. “How long did it take to get all this done?”
“It was over a period of time, baby,” I patiently explain. “I didn’t get them all at once. Just kept going back and adding to it.”
She traces it back up my arm, across my shoulder, and onto my chest again. Her other hand rises and the contact of her skin on mine is again like an electric charge running through me.
“You work out a lot, don’t you, Dom?” she asks as she runs her fingers across my abdominal muscles.
“Yes, I do. I have a personal trainer who puts me through the ringer every day during the week. I usually take weekends off.”
“What about this week?” she looks up at me through her eyelashes as her hands keep traveling south to my pants.
“I’ll get up early and use the hotel’s gym. You’ll still be asleep,” I say, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she unbuckles my belt, unbuttons my pants, and then slowly unzips them. Letting go of them, they fall to the floor and I step out of them.
I then pull her up to stand and encircle my arms around her to unzip his skirt. I follow it over her hips and down her legs to the floor, until I’m kneeling in front of her. I look up at her as I remove her panties and she steps out of them. Wrapping my hands around her, I grasp her ass in my hands and knead it as I tenderly kiss her stomach.
“Sophia, My Angel, I’m ready for more of my special cupcake,” I tell her, my mouth still against her skin as a smile
crawls across my face. She whimpers in response as my tongue flicks out across her hipbone.
Standing, I lift and carry her into the luxurious open shower area. After placing her on the built in bench seat, I use the handheld showerhead to wet her hair. After placing it where the warm water will cascade over her and warm her chilled skin, I lather her hair with the amber wood and vanilla scented shampoo and rinse it, watching the suds and water flow over her beautiful skin.
Picking up the matching soap, I lather a washcloth and begin washing her body. She opens her eyes and watches me, but the look on her face says she’s slightly uncomfortable. I kneel in front of her, gently lift her leg, and wash her while keeping my eyes trained on hers.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, My Angel,” I state. It’s not a question.
“I’m thinking I should be doing this for you instead of you doing it for me,” she answers honestly.
“I see,” I reply cryptically while I keep rubbing her skin with the perfumed soap. “Sophia, do you think I would do this if I didn’t want to? If I didn’t enjoy it?”
She looks taken aback for a second when she stammers, “I never really thought of it that way, Dom. I’m sorry I disappointed you again,” and drops her eyes to the floor.
“Sophia, I’m not disappointed in you. I will tell you when you disappointment me, so you never have to question that. If I don’t say it, I’m not thinking it. Deal?”
She wipes at her eyes and nods her head in agreement. “Deal, Dom.”
“As far as showering, washing you, bathing with you, it is a pleasure for me to do it. Put everything else out of your mind. Do you like it?” I ask, sincerely wanting to know her answer.
“Yes. It makes me feel special,” she meekly replies.
“You are special to me, My Angel. I want you to feel special, I want to do this, and I want you to allow yourself to enjoy it. For me,” I add.
“Yes, Dom,” she says, and I can tell she wants to add more, so I give her a moment to pull herself together. “You’re just so different. Is this real? Is this how it really should be?”
“This is just the beginning of how it should be, baby,” I soothe her. “There’s so much more we can experience together and it’s all for your pleasure. I’ve told you, if you don’t like something, we can stop and never do it again. Or, you can say no and we will never do it at all.”
She shakes her head, as if to clear the thoughts that are trying to take over, and cups my cheek in her hand. Lightly stroking my face, her fingers scrape against the scruff of my eternal five o’clock shadow. “You are too good to be true,” she whispers. “Can I kiss you now?”
I smile warmly at her, “That’s another question you never have to ask, baby. You can always kiss me.” Leaning in to each other, we meet in the middle and our warm, gentle kiss quickly turns red-hot and demanding. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer to her, our wet bodies again warmed by our mutual desire.
I push her back against the tile wall and break our kiss to move down and explore her body. “You are so beautiful,” the words each punctuated with an open mouth kiss to her body. Taking one nipple between my thumb and index finger, I gently roll it back and forth as I continue my southward journey on her body. “Mmmm, I think it’s time for dessert and my choice is cupcake,” I say enticingly as I spread her legs farther apart.
Without any preamble, I take her clit into my mouth and swiftly suck it. She cries out and sits straight up in response. Her hands fly to my head and she clenches my hair in her fists. My fingers grip her hips and I pull her ass to the edge of the bench seat to get better access.
“No squirming, My Angel. Sit still and just feel it,” I instruct her. She bites her lip but nods her head in agreement. I lap her from bottom to top and back again. She sits still, except for the slight pull on my hair, and I smile against her inner thigh. With a little more force and tenacity, I taste my cupcake again. “This is the best cupcake I’ve ever eaten, Sophia.”
I feel a slight shake as she laughs but it’s quickly replaced by her pulling my hair as my tongue dives in to thoroughly enjoy my special bakery delight. After a couple of minutes, My Angel can no longer sit still and her hips begin moving in time with my tongue. As I insert my finger inside her, she moans loudly and uses my hair to pull my face closer to her. My slow movements rapidly increase tempo as I insert a second finger. Crooking my fingers, I scrape against the spot that drives her wild time and time again.
“You’re holding out on me, Sophia,” I murmur to her. “I know you’re ready. Let go, baby.”
When she finally does, it’s a beautiful sight. She rides her climax out as wave after wave hits her. She cries out my name and pulls my hair harder. Her face is flushed with desire and her body is quivering. When she finally opens her eyes again, I pull my fingers out of her and place them in my mouth, licking off the remnants of her arousal. “That’s the best cupcake I’ve ever had,” I assure her.
“Oh, Dom. That was amazing. I don’t even know what to say,” she says breathlessly, her chest still heaving as if she just finished a strenuous exercise. Her eyes are glazed over and her body could be boneless for the lack of control she has over it.
“I should tell you, My Angel, that I am clean. I have tests every six months, standard requirement of my life insurance policy,” I state, hoping she tells me what I already know.
“I’m clean, too, Dom. I’ve been tested regularly, but the last one was my pre-employment physical.”
“What about birth control?” I ask her the one question I don’t have an answer to yet.
“Yes, I had it implanted in my arm about six months ago. It lasts three years.”
“I really just want to feel you. Are you okay with me not using condoms? It’s up to you and I will do whatever you want,” I promise and wait for her answer.
“Yes, Dom, I’m fine with you not using them.”
I shower faster than I have ever showered before in my life, thoroughly washing myself as Sophia watches me. Even though the ocean scene was incredible, I really want to get her somewhere I can just take my time with her. She looks at me quizzically and then I explain, “We’ve had enough water sex for today. I really just want to get you in my bed.”
“Well, why didn’t you just say so?” she asks playfully.
After picking up her towel, I thoroughly dry her beautiful body, taking time to worship every part of her with kisses, soft touches, and assurances of how she makes me want to lose control. She gives me full access to her and it does not go without notice that she accepts my adorations without hesitation. All she needed was to understand that it was important to me and she is more than willing to comply. It’s in these moments with her that I know this life is the right choice for us.
I quickly dry myself and lead her to the bedroom. The king-size bed is oversized, extra-plush, and directly underneath the ceiling fan, making it the perfect location for what I have in mind. The headboard is attached to the wall, so my suitcase of tricks will have to wait until I can improvise. It’s actually best for now since Sophia needs to feel more comfortable with me before I try to introduce any type of restraints.
However, a blindfold is not a restraint, so that can be one step in my “learn to trust her Dom” mission. I position her in the middle of the bed and step back while maintaining eye contact with her. “My Angel, I need you to lie here for me while I get something from the suitcase.”
A quick flash of worry moves into her eyes and she quickly hides it. “Tell me what you’re thinking, love.”
“I’m afraid, Dom. I’m sorry. I’m trying,” her tone pleads for understanding.
Smiling, I lean over and kiss her, lingering for just a moment before lightly brushing my tongue against the part in her lips. She needs to remember the passion, the desire, and my promise to never hurt her. I’m purposely not moving too fast with her since another man scarred her and the emotional trauma is not easily overcome. By not responding verbally, I’m givi
ng her a moment to come to a decision on her own.
Will she trust me?
Will she tell me to stop before we even start?
Her eyes tell me she wants me, she wants to trust me, and she really is trying her best. I want to reward her for that. After gently stroking her cheek, I walk over to the suitcase that the staff didn’t unpack. Leisurely unzipping it, I intentionally take my time going through the items until I find the one I want. My back is to her and she can’t see the contents, so she can’t see which one I’ve chosen for her. As I turn to face her, I quickly put that hand behind my back and walk back to the bed.
She’s waiting right where I left her only a moment ago. She isn’t entirely relaxed, but she’s not about to bolt from the bed, either. Giving her another sensual kiss, I rub my free hand across her body and down between her legs. Ending the kiss, but keeping my lips against hers, I whisper, “My cupcake, My Angel,” just before I push my finger into her wetness.
She moans in pleasure, closes her eyes, and lifts her hips to meet my hand, asking for more, allowing me to do what I will to her. Her mind is more relaxed now as she focuses on the pleasure. I’m slowly replacing her initial reaction of fear to associate this with the most pleasurable experience she’s ever had before. Reconditioning her to put the past experiences behind us and just enjoy what we can have together.
“My Angel,” I whisper softly as I add a second finger and she suddenly soaks my hand. “Does my voice do that to you, love?”
“Yessss,” she hisses in response. “Yes, Dom. It’s so deep and masculine, but soft and sensual at the same time. It drives me crazy.”
Slowing my pace and allowing her to come back to earth, I continue speaking to her in hushed tones. “Open your eyes, love.”
She obeys and this time there is no fear in them. No apprehension and no worry to be found. She is now completely open to my suggestions and me. “My Angel, do you know what I’ve picked for you today?”
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