by Nikki Sloane
“Why? Because you want to spend the holidays with your family that you don’t even like talking about?” He said it softly, not accusing. “Wouldn’t you rather spend it with me?”
Hell yeah, but . . . “My apartment. My car.”
“You can’t pay your rent online? Logan could put your car in my parking space, my place has two spots.”
Logan driving my Jag? I scowled. I’d let him fuck me, but wasn’t sure if I trusted him to drive my baby. How messed up was that? Dominic’s hands cupped my face, not allowing me to look anywhere but into those piercing eyes.
“I know I wasn’t supposed to,” he said on a low voice, “but I got attached. I think I was already, when you told me it wasn’t allowed.”
“Just another one of my rules you ignored.” I don’t know who I was annoyed at. I was just as attached as he was.
“When are you going to learn that lesson?” There was a hint of humor in his voice, maybe an attempt to mask the anxiety beneath.
“What lesson?”
“I don’t like boundaries. And definitely not ten thousand boundaries between us.”
There was a stab of pain in my chest. “I don’t want to leave,” I admitted, “but I can’t stay here.”
“I know. Just through the holidays. It’s my first Christmas away from home and I know it’s going to be rough.” His expression changed to one like he was in pain. “But it’ll be impossible without you.”
The hands on the sides of my face were firm when I tried to look away. His face was haunting. Agreeing to this was most definitely going to blow up, but I ignored the nagging voice. I wanted this.
“Fine. Two more weeks.” Even though I hadn’t moved, I was out of breath. It came out shaky when it was supposed to be stern. “Because I still haven’t seen the Imperial Palace.”
His laugh was deep and shook the bed. Then, his kiss leveled me.
Dominic took two steps into the apartment and paused.
“I got a Christmas tree,” I said.
“I can see that.”
His gaze was fixed on the cheap bonsai tree I’d bought at one of tourist shops nearby, and had decorated with white Christmas lights. It was sort of a joke, but sort of not. I could deal with Dominic needing to work on Christmas day since it wasn’t a holiday here, but I couldn’t pretend Christmas didn’t exist at all.
“I like it.” His lips curled back in a smile. “If I stick your presents under there, are you going to peek?”
“Presents? Plural?” I’d only gotten him one thing. “Maybe you should give me some ideas of what you want so you can have plural gifts, too.”
“Payton,” he laughed. “You already gave me what I wanted, you don’t need to get me anything.”
“Bullshit. Ideas, now.”
He smirked. “Another week?”
“No. What else?”
He pulled off his suit jacket and slipped it on the back of one of the dining chairs, leaning forward with his hands on it, as if deep in thought. “Sorry, I got nothing.” He snapped upright abruptly. “And I can prove it.” A hand disappeared into his interior pocket and pulled out an envelope, extending it to me.
“What’s this?” The letter inside was all in Japanese, except for the handwritten word in the bottom corner. “Negative.” There was a signature beneath it.
Warm color rose in Dominic’s cheeks. “I had a physical the other day. I know you can’t read that, so I had the doctor write my test results in English.”
“Clean bill of health?” I played dumb. “Good for you.”
“Don’t pretend like you have no idea where I’m going with this.”
I grinned. One night after he’d fucked my brains out, the condom had broken and I’d calmed him by telling him I got the birth control shot once every three months, so we were safe. And he knew I was clean because the club posted the date of our last monthly STD test on the bottom of our willing list.
I set the letter down and my hands worked the knot of his tie loose. “You want to be inside this pussy with nothing between us?”
He exhaled loudly. “God, yes. Are you cool with that?”
A shiver flashed down my spine. “Oh, yeah.”
Lips traced over my neck while one of his hands cupped my ass. “And the green light on that is when?”
I’d gotten my period a few days ago, and wasn’t into that kind of messy sex. It’d been blow jobs and above the waist stuff for us since. “We should be fine tomorrow. Christmas Eve.”
“That reminds me. You want to do presents before I go to work on Christmas day or are you okay to wait until after?”
“I think we’ll be rushed in the morning. Let’s just do it after.”
His hands held me to his hard, firm body, where I was beginning to feel like I fit perfectly.
“Works for me. Do you have a job that day?”
I’d gotten called up for another photo shoot. The second time it had been bras. The third was thigh-high stockings. I had been paid in cash each time, which was nice since I didn’t have a work visa, and I’d used the money to buy Dominic’s Christmas present.
The nicest, most elegant watch I could afford. I’d found his watch with a broken link soon after I arrived and offered to drop it off for repair, but he said it was too cheap to fix. So I’d spent every last bit of yen I’d made. If honest, I was excited about this. Every time he looked at this watch, hopefully he’d think of me and our time together.
We sat on the floor of his living room with the overhead light off, so only the twinkling bonsai tree lit the room. Our opened presents were spread around us, along with the ripped Japanese newspaper we’d both used to wrap each other’s gifts.
My first gift I opened had been Airplane on DVD. The second gift was a 1:16 replica toy car. My Jaguar F-Type.
“I know you’ve been missing it,” he said.
“I like that you’re cool with my unhealthy obsession with it.”
“I think I have an unhealthy obsession with it.”
The next gift came in a small box, and my trepidation grew when I realized there was definitely going to be jewelry inside. It was a thin silver chain necklace, the tiny pendant was a silver origami crane.
“Is that cheesy?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “It’s beautiful.”
Around Dominic was the necktie I’d bought him– a sapphire blue striped one to match his gorgeous eyes. Then, the school-girl uniform he’d been eying in that sex shop so many weeks ago. He was definitely excited about that. And he was already wearing the watch I’d given him. Which, holy shit, was sexy.
“I’ve got one more for you,” he said, pushing the box toward me.
I peeled back the paper and opened the shoebox. Only there weren’t shoes inside. It was that black blindfold I’d bought.
“That,” he said, his breathing rushed, “comes with more.”
I pulled the blindfold out and looked at him, still puzzled. “More?”
“Yeah. Like, the safe word kind of more.”
chapter
EIGHTEEN
Dominic led me to the bedroom and yanked the covers off the bed, then turned his attention firmly on me.
“You still want this?” he asked. “Because I’m planning to go into that new territory tonight.”
I got wet just at the idea of it. He’d planned this. I could hardly contain myself. “Oh, I fucking want this. What are we—”
He pulled me into a kiss, rough and uncompromising. His tongue possessed my mouth and seized command. And as quickly as he’d taken my mouth with his, he drew away.
“Take everything off except your underwear, lie down on the bed, and put the blindfold on. Call me when you’re ready.”
He turned and stormed out of the room.
Okay. That was unexpected, but still kind of hot. My excited hands yanked off my clothes, and as I sat on the center of the bed, I pulled on the blindfold. The sensation was both foreign and familiar. Knowing the man who was on the other side of the
blindfold was new. But not knowing what he was going to do to me, that wasn’t. The excitement I’d had long ago when putting on a blindfold returned. My lust threatened to spiral out of control when I lay back on the bed.
“I’m ready,” I said in a raised voice.
Footsteps approached, as did his heavy breathing. “I’m going to need those hands.”
Yes. I held them up toward his voice. Something hit the floor like a box, and then the distinct sound of a metal chain rang out. Handcuffs. They were cold and my skin burned against them. Once he had them secured around my wrists, Dominic pushed them into the mattress above my head.
“Those stay there unless I move them. Got it? It’s dangerous if you move without warning.”
“I understand.” The anticipation made my voice tight.
He took a deep breath in and blew it out slowly, obviously anxious. “You remember the safe word?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Open your mouth.”
Was he going to put his cock inside? It’d been a solid week of blowjobs and nothing more. He’d had to stay really late at the office last night and was too tired to mess around, or so he said. I opened my mouth, expecting the fleshy head of his cock.
This was hard, and round, with a strap on either side. Dominic hadn’t lied. The blindfold did come with more . . . it came with a ball-gag.
“I don’t want you getting so loud the neighbors call the cops on us.” I lifted my head as he did the buckle in the back to hold it in place. When it was done, his fingertips caressed over my cheek, tracing the edge of the strap. “We still okay?”
I nodded. I was ready to burst with this new level of restraint.
Something that felt like a tennis ball was set in my hands. “Since you can’t use your safe word, if you want to stop, let go of the ball. Understand?” The rough voice rolled over me, my whole body aware of him.
I nodded again.
“Good.” There was noise like he was rummaging in the box. “One more and we’re ready.”
One more? Something large and square clamped down over both ears, and it was playing white noise. Static. Noise fucking canceling headphones. My breath came and went it sharp bursts through my nose.
He’d isolated me completely and locked me inside my body.
Dominic. Where was he? I couldn’t move, see, speak, or hear. The hairs on the back of my arms stood on end. I needed to know where he was. Where he was going to start.
Soft lips trailed over my collarbone and I sighed in relief. The wait for him to touch me, even though it had only been seconds, felt like days. The warm mouth descended until it traced the curve of my breast. Then he licked. One long stroke from one nipple to the other, bringing me to full attention.
He’d asked me our first night in Japan if I could come like this, with just his mouth sucking at my tits. Tonight I most definitely could. He had my total submission, body and mind.
I wasn’t going to come from his mouth teasing my sensitive nipples, because it carved a path lower. Just when he reached the top of my panties, the heat was gone.
It was me here, on my own with just my thoughts of him and my crushing desire for his touch. Please. I moaned into the silicone and bit down on the gag when fingers dipped beneath the waist of my panties, and something round edged its way inside. Round, and vibrating.
It was positioned right against my clit inside my panties. Oh my god, it felt good. I wanted to shift my hips against it, but obeyed what Dominic had told me about staying still. He hadn’t said who specifically it was dangerous for, and I worried more that I might hurt him than myself.
His hands pushed my knees apart, opening me to him while that vibrating ball my panties held in place filled me with bliss. So good, but not enough to push me over the edge. He trailed fingers down on the inside of my right thigh, past my bent knee, until they reached my ankle.
There was a twinge of something. Like he’d flicked me with his fingers. What was that about? His spread fingers were set against my ankle with a band up against my skin. I felt the band pull away, and . . .
Snap! It stung as the band hit my skin and I flinched. Instantly the vibrator pressed down and I groaned in satisfaction. Oh my god, that was amazing. It only lasted a few seconds, and the fingers with the band were back against my skin, an inch closer to my knee this time. His fingers hooked around the band and pulled it away.
I jerked at the bite on my flesh, and moaned when the vibrator ground against me.
Dominic continued this pattern, working his way up my leg. My thoughts began to fracture. I wanted the faint hint of pain the band’s snap against my skin caused, because the pleasure that immediately followed was intense. But as he inched closer to my center, worry formed. Where, exactly, was this going to finish? The top of my thigh where my leg met my body? Or, further?
It was getting hard to hold still. Each round got a little more aggressive, both in pain and pleasure. It happened so fast, it was hard to keep them from bleeding into each other. I was gasping for breath and shaking when the band was placed at the hollow of my leg, just where the underwear ended.
I made a sharp noise as fire licked at me in the aftermath of the rubber band’s strike. The vibrator rolled a circle on me, taking me right to the edge. Instead of sending me over, he pushed my knees closed and pulled the panties down my legs, taking the vibrator with it.
I longed to have his hands on me until he urged my knees back into the same position. I stopped breathing when the band pressed up against my clit. “No, wait,” I said into the gag, although I’m sure he couldn’t understand a goddamn thing. That was going to hurt way too much. His finger teased my clit as it slipped under the band and pulled it away.
I was shaking violently, ready to not just drop the tennis ball, but throw it across the goddamn room. One side of my headphones suddenly pulled away from my ear.
“It’s okay, Payton. Trust me. Can you do that?”
I nodded slowly.
The headphone was put back in place. How the fuck did he have enough hands to do—
The band slapped against my swollen, aching skin and I screamed against the gag, only to start coming without warning. His tongue was on my skin, soothing the burn of the band.
Holy. Fucking. God.
Intense, deep waves washed through me, over and over, as I convulsed in orgasm. I could only imagine what I sounded like since all I could hear was static. Hopefully he could tell my moans were ecstasy and not pain. I think so. He continued to caress me with his tongue, working every last drop of the orgasm from my body.
I stilled as quickly as I could when I floated back into the present.
The warm mouth was gone and the bed shifted. On my stomach, he used a finger to trace a large circle. Then a line down my center. A diagonal to the line and back again. He’d spelled the letters O and K and now he traced a question mark.
I nodded quickly as an aftershock of that amazing climax rippled through.
The headphone pulled to the side.
“Again?” he asked.
I nodded vigorously, and heard him chuckle, but it died when the headphone snapped back into place.
He started above my left ankle this time, and it wasn’t a rubber band. This was like a crop or a switch. Its crack against my skin was sharp and focused, and it stung harder after, but he’d turned up the intensity on the vibrator and teased me longer. His second strike was above my knee, and I inhaled sharply.
“Fuck,” I tried to say, in both pain and pleasure. As the ache from the impact faded, an intense wave of bliss moved in and took its place. That tremor in my body was going to shake me to pieces when I felt the switch against my clit, preparing for the final strike. I couldn’t breathe. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit . . .
I screamed as the switch left and then snapped back against my flesh. I jerked hard and this time I didn’t come. It was delayed until Dominic’s tongue flicked my clit and he plunged a finger inside me, deep to my G-spot.
I bowed
off the bed, unable to stay still as something beyond ecstasy took control. There was no thought. Only pleasure and heat, and him. Thrusting his finger and sucking me while I went out of my mind. I was floating above my body, weightless.
He put a hand on the center of my chest and urged me to lie back down, and once again, the hand traced the O around my bellybutton, followed by the K and his question mark. Goosebumps lifted off my skin. Everything tingled.
The headphone pulled away.
“Are you okay? Payton?” He sounded panicked, and hearing that ripped me from my subspace and back to reality.
I nodded. I would have smiled if I could. It had been intense.
There was a sigh of what was probably relief from him right before everything went silent again. He tugged at the chain between the handcuffs, bringing my arms down by my waist, and then a hand scooped under my shoulder, guiding me to sit up.
It was time to take a break, I guess.
Nope, wrong. He cupped my breast with a firm hand. Something small nipped and latched onto my erect nipple. It was cold and felt like metal, compressing my flesh between its jaws. Beneath my blindfold, my eyes fluttered open and went wide. Nipple clamps. Jesus, was he going all in with the BDSM stuff? Not that I was complaining, but what else did he have planned for tonight?
The bite sharpened another degree and my shoulders straightened as he got right up on the edge of pain. Then, the bed moved as he sat on the other side and did the other breast. Again, adjusting the clamp until I gave him a signal that I’d reached my limit on the tension. The chain that dangled between the clamps hung heavy between my aching breasts.
The sharp knots of my nipples were so sensitive I could feel the touch of his warm breath over them. The gentle brush of his fingertips made me moan. I figured I’d like this stuff, but I had no idea how much I was going to like it. The inferno of need was building again.
The headphone came off my ear and was set to the side. “Get up on your knees,” he commanded. “Turn and face the wall.”
I bent my legs and slid them beneath me, rising up and turning with his hand on my shoulder. The chain swung and the sensation was a blurred line of pleasure and pain.