Monica shifted on her legs, trying to reclaim the tenderness she felt only a few moments ago, when her Henry started kissing her bare shoulder and tying her arms behind her back. The chains Monica packed in her suitcase were her favorites for traveling. They fit nicely into any nook and cranny, and airport security didn’t think “kinky” at first glance. No, that judgment was saved for whatever sex toy or vibrator she managed to get in there. Or handcuffs. Handcuffs were great for trips in the car, no matter where they were in the world. Pretty soon he’ll have Topped me on every continent. That included Antarctica.
“I thought I heard some moaning.” Monica quickly went back on her words. “I mean… not the fun kind. The creepy kind.”
Henry tugged on the chains. They were loose enough around Monica’s wrists that she could release herself from them at will… but why would she? A woman like her preferred the pressure of, “You belong to me, and I get to do whatever I want to you.” When Henry lied her down on the bed, straddling her hips as he removed his shirt, she smiled.
“I think this place might be haunted.”
The white shirt Henry wore that day dangled from his hand. For a man about to toss it over the side of the bed, he now looked like he didn’t know what to do with it. “That’s a bold statement,” he said. “What gives you that idea?”
“Ooooh.”
“There it is again.” Monica craned her head toward the bedroom door. “It’s a ghost.”
“Either that or my sister thinks she’s cute… again.”
“Now, Henry.”
“She was rough on Halloween.”
Monica rolled her eyes. Eva, with one too many drinks in her system that past Halloween, came home with the bright idea to throw a sheet over her head and wander around her brother’s wing of the manor making ghost noises. Henry was so weirded out by the sounds that when he erupted from his chambers, the door went right into his sister’s face and nearly broke her nose. At least it sobered her up.
“Let’s not talk about your sister right now.”
Henry planted both hands on either side of Monica’s head, lowering his nose until it almost touched hers. “I did the right thing dragging her up here, right?”
The hell did I just say? They weren’t having a role-play scene, but Monica didn’t dare talk back to her Dom when they were making love. Ruined the fantasy for him and her. “I think you did what was best for your family,” she said softly. “She’s been stressed out lately. I never went to grad school, but I can imagine it being tough, especially since she seems to be taking it seriously.” Most of their fellow millionaires and billionaires went to grad school as a matter of course and scooted by the bare minimum of effort and donations. Not Eva. She was determined to get good feedback so she could prove to her brother that she was ready to take on responsibilities in the family business, but this meant the clashing of a dominant, fuck-bullshit personality and something as rigid as graduate school. Let alone business school.
“So I did the right thing making her disconnect for a weekend?”
“You did the right thing.” Monica winced as a chain dug into her wrist. “Now, dear, I would greatly appreciate it if we could continue. I’m about to turn into a pumpkin.”
Henry nipped her lips. “It’s barely ten-thirty.”
“By the time we’re finished, it will be the midnight hour.” Henry’s ability to go again and again was incomparable. Especially when compared to the other men in the house. Well, I only know about Ethan. For all Monica knew, Ian held the record for most consecutive orgasms.
“Hey, there, Miss Cloudy Eyes.” Henry patted Monica’s face to get her attention again. “How about we focus on me? I need attention.”
Monica smiled. “Of course, dear. I wouldn’t dream of giving anyone but you attention.”
Henry sat back up, his muscles flexing with every subtle movement. Tease me some more, why don’t you? Seemed like Monica rarely got to see her fiancé like this. Even when they made love, Henry was either naked in the dark or wearing almost all his clothes. It was Monica who ended up naked or nearly naked by the time Henry thrust into her.
“Nobody but me, huh? What are you implying, Monica? That you’ve been thinking about someone else tonight?”
Monica wanted to roll her eyes again, but instead focused on the far-off ghostly sounds she heard once more. “I wouldn’t say that at all.”
“Well, there are a few other capable men here tonight. You’re human. It makes sense, I suppose.” Henry patted her legs so they opened around him. Glad I didn’t put my underwear back on after getting out of the bath. A bath laced in luxurious bubbles and plenty of cuddling. The man knew how to bathe with his woman. I almost fell asleep. Again. Wouldn’t be the first time Monica fell asleep in Henry’s arms while they took a nap. Particularly if said bath occurred after sex.
“I swear I didn’t think a single naughty thought about them, sir.” Monica knew how to play this game. In fact, she rather hoped it would end with her getting just punishment. As good as it felt having that dominating quickie in the office, Monica could go for something a bit more… involved. “I only have eyes for you.”
“That’s what you say, but I know for a fact that you know the touch of at least one of those men. Not to mention…” Henry snorted, good-naturedly. “Hearing that spectacle earlier…”
“I could’ve anticipated that.” Monica knew how Ethan Cole worked, in more ways than one. She briefly thought back to her relationship with him, many years ago. They were better in the bedroom than out of it as a couple. Partly because Ethan’s brand of dominance was asserting himself all over the place, and Monica enjoyed that for a while. I much prefer Henry’s brand, though. Cool, confident, nonplussed… even if another alpha man was dragging his girlfriend into another room to fuck her brains out as loudly as possible.
The whole house had heard Jasmine screaming. Monica would have been jealous, except she was still placated from earlier.
“You’re trying to tell me that it didn’t even get you the littlest bit worked up?”
“Why, Henry?’ Monica lifted her hips, guiding her thighs toward his. “Did you get worked up again hearing that?” Once again, it was not unusual for Henry to go many times in one night. But even Monica was surprised that he still wanted to get out the chains that night. Someone was… inspired. “Or were you thinking about him fucking me like that?” She smiled, unleashing the devil from within. “Because he has.”
“Now, my princess…” Henry’s voice was laced with warning. “No need to be so ornery. You’ve already won me. I still want you.”
Monica’s smile widened. “You want me even more now.”
“I’m not that kind of man.”
“Yes you are. Every man is that kind of man.”
Henry grinned back at her. “I think you want every man you’re with to be that man.”
“Perhaps. Can you be that kind of man for me, Henry?”
“For you, my dear, I’ll be any man you want and then some.”
The smile on Monica’s face could have torn her apart. “Prove it.”
She wasn’t sure what she had asked for, exactly, but she was pretty sure she was going to appreciate it.
“Now, now.” Henry pulled Monica closer to him, his hardening erection bumping against her skin. Through his pants, of course. Henry wasn’t the type to get naked in fewer than five seconds. He liked to… draw things out. Another thing Monica greatly appreciated. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, sweetheart. Especially after you’ve been fantasizing about other men. And right before Christmas? I think you want to break my heart. Instead…” Henry reached into Monica’s purse, perched on the far side of the bed. What goodies are you going for, dear? “I’ll break your body.”
Monica felt low vibrations against her thigh. Uh oh.
When the tiny vibrator struck her clit, she nearly bolted away from Henry and fell over the side of the bed.
“A
h!” The pulsations were intense, and she knew that was on the lowest setting. Yet it rubbed against her, sending wave after wave of vibration through her body – well, mostly her center. Monica involuntarily released her arousal all over her skin, much to Henry’s amusement.
“The one thing I’ve gathered from you in the time we have known each other, Monica,” Henry said, trailing the vibrator up his fiancée’s abdomen and to the base of one of her breasts, “is that you’re very, very easy to arouse. All it takes is the promise of aggressive sex, and you’re like a rocket ready to pop off.” To prove his point, Henry rested the tiny vibe on top of Monica’s breast, letting it stimulate her already sensitive nipple until she moaned, legs shaking, arms jerking in their chains. “No wonder you let your mind stray to other men.”
I don’t… Shit, she had almost forgotten what they were doing.
“Do you confess?” Henry moved the vibrator to Monica’s other nipple. “Or do I need to torture you some more?”
She glanced at the state of her body, seeing two peaked nipples that begged to have Henry suck them. He would, too. If she behaved and did as she was told. Just tell me what to do… I will do it. Monica was never not putty in Henry’s hands.
“I confess…” She bit her lip, feeling her nipple nearly bruise beneath the weight of those vibrations. “I was thinking of another man.”
“I don’t have to ask which one. I know. A woman never forgets her previous Doms and how good they made her feel.”
Wasn’t that the truth.
“Tell me, my princess,” Henry said, voice low and grating. He held the vibrator up, still going, struggling helplessly to touch any patch of skin it could. “How do I compare to him?”
Monica wavered between fantasy and reality. Most men didn’t want to hear the answer to that question. They couldn’t handle it. But Henry wasn’t most men like that. Usually, when he asked her a question, even during a role-play, he wanted to hear the truth, for better or worse.
“He was stricter than you, sir.” That was the truth. The thing Monica liked most about being in a relationship with Ethan was that he knew how to stimulate her need to serve and be controlled. The only problem was that he didn’t know how to live that life forever. He kept waiting for Monica to snap out of her servitude, but it never happened. Almost as if that’s how I am. She wasn’t like Jasmine, who had a more domineering personality. “You give me a lot of leeway with your orders.”
“Is that so?” The vibrator returned to Monica’s nipple, forcing her to arch her back and gasp. “Did him being strict with you turn you on? Did he reward you well?”
“Yes, sir…” Monica closed her eyes. Her head was close to the edge of the bed, and with one minor adjustment her hair spilled over. “Whenever he thought I obeyed, he rewarded me.”
“With what?”
“Sex.”
“What kind of sex, Monica? I want to know what kind of rewards you obey so well for.”
She whimpered, feeling the vibrator move from her nipple to her cleavage, then to her other nipple. “He would go down on me, sometimes.”
“And?” The vibrator pushed harder against Monica’s nipple. So hard that she lost more of her arousal to her thighs. Henry chuckled to see it.
Once the pleasure subsided, Monica said, “He’d fuck me.”
“Let me guess your favorite position.”
Henry moved as if he were about to flip Monica over and take her from behind. Jolts of anticipation struck her, and it had nothing to do with the vibrator.
“Just kidding.” Henry sat back, stroking Monica’s slick thighs. “I’ll tell you what. Do what I say, and you’ll get an even better reward than he could ever give you.”
Monica sighed in relief. “Yes, sir. What is your wish, sir?” Those words were almost too hard to say. Breath was too precious.
“Oh, I am a man with simple needs, Monica.” The vibrator rubbed against her folds. “Impress me with how hard you come from this, and I’ll reward you.”
Another shot of that ghostly sound hit Monica’s ears, but she ignored it. “Yes, sir. I’ll prove myself worthy of your reward, Mr. Warren.” She glanced at his erection in her pants. Her reward, if she was good.
That wouldn’t be hard to accomplish. Not when the vibrator lingered on her clit before slipping halfway into her spread opening.
There are many layers of vulnerability, and Monica felt like she was experiencing all of them at once. Her open legs shook around Henry’s hips, inviting him to look deep within her, past her skin, past her hair, past the wetness spilling from her with every tiny, climatic convulsion.
Then there was how he drank her in, his hand rubbing her breast, lips curling in need – but laced in restraint – to suck her. When he finally succumbed, Henry wrapped both lips around her lace-covered nipple and lashed his tongue against it. Monica shook, trembled, and shuddered as the first hard wave of orgasm crashed into her.
“Oh, God!” The vibrations below and the sucking above combined to take her to a plane of reality that she didn’t even know existed yet. It was the power of machine, unrelenting and perpetual, and the passion of her Dom – almost as unrelenting and perpetual. Henry’s human limitations were nowhere to be seen right now.
Henry lifted his head and whispered into Monica’s ear as she began to ride out her orgasm. “Show me what I get if I choose to reward you.”
He wanted a show. Monica was hopped up enough on her orgasm to do that.
“Shit!” She didn’t usually curse during sex, but sometimes the situation called for it. Like when her whole body was being taken over by her desire to fuck this man and show him how worthy she was. “Henry! Please!”
“Please, what?’ The vibrator remained lodged inside her, forcing Monica to live through another orgasm as it instantly claimed her. “As hot as you are right now, I need better than that.”
“Please fuck me!” Monica wanted to clutch him, but her bound arms made that impossible. The chains dug into her back. The soreness spreading through her was exactly what she needed to know she had done well. “Fuck me with your cock!”
That was blunt. But Monica was crazed, and when she got that way, she came dangerously close to losing her manners in front of her Dom. The man liked it, though. Whether he said he would or not, he always rewarded it.
“And why do you want something like that, hm?” Henry drove the vibrator deeper into her, thumb and forefinger following. Monica cried out, legs jerking in the air as her frustration exploded. It was orgasmic, and yet it wasn’t good enough. She wanted to feel him fill her with him. I spent this whole evening sitting with his seed drying all over me down there. After washing it off in the bath, all she could think about was getting it back again. “Aren’t you getting all the pleasure you need right now?”
Monica tried to answer, but her words were a mess of pleasurable noises.
“I see. Fact of the matter is, you’re always hungry for more. Are you ever satisfied?”
Monica thought about the good feelings he had given her so far that day. Not just in the office, but right here, using his mouth and fingers to make her come multiple times. Yes, I want more. I’m still not satisfied.
“No, sir!” The vibrator buzzed within her, threatening her inner walls with more stimulation. She was so wet by now that Henry struggled to keep his fingers and the toy inside her. “Please! Satisfy me!”
“You’re loud.” Henry pulled the vibrator out and tossed it onto the other end of the bed. When the vibrations finally subsided in Monica’s body, she realized so much of the tension in her core came from her undying need for her Dom to pleasure her with his body. I think I might actually be dying. “You want the whole house to hear us having sex?”
The words fell from her lips before she could control them .”Yes!”
“Very well.” Henry unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, thick and rigid. Monica continued to hold her legs open, counting all the prayers she
uttered over the past five minutes. “Be loud so everyone knows how well I fuck the insatiable woman.”
The sound bursting from Monica’s throat when he effortlessly thrust into her sounded almost inhuman. Like a roar, but more feminine, the lioness succumbing to what she wanted all along. Henry hooked his hands beneath her knees and pushed them up, taking her with every drop of energy he had.
She held up her end of the bargain by being as loud as she dared. Feeling him fuck her, hard, deep, and thick enough to stretch her made that easy enough. I’m the happiest woman in the world when I’m fucked by this man. He knew how to angle into her. How to stroke her sensitive core. How to go at the right speed to see her breasts shake for him, but not so fast that he ran out of energy too soon.
Besides, there were other ways to send Monica Graham to the moon.
“Oh!” Henry lurched forward, shoving Monica halfway off the bed. He held her down by the abdomen with one hand, steadying her, keeping her safe as he thrust into her and watched her head dip toward the floor. “Holy shit, Henry!”
“Holy shit is right…” His hands grabbed her breasts, his cock continuing to reach deep within her. “You are so fucking hot.”
Those were the words he said, and yet Monica could barely parse them. The blood was rushing to her head, making her woozy to the point of heightening her senses while also threatening to knock her out.
She had to come. She had to come now, and hard.
“Take me, Henry! Please!” The more she begged, the more she wanted it.
“Oh, I am.”
He didn’t have to finish his thought. Monica knew what he was thinking. Right now.
Feeling new pulsations, not from the vibrator, but from him, sent Monica through new experiences. The blood in her head, the man inside her, and the thoughts swarming her body conspired to make her come the hardest yet, her core swallowing Henry as deep as it dared. With what little sanity she had left, Monica concentrated on riding out her orgasm, channeling the climatic energy to her inner muscles that stroked Henry’s cock to his own release.
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