His Domination: The Absolute Trilogy: An Alpha Billionaire Romance

by Cynthia Dane

  She couldn’t help the smile on her face. “I am ready to submit, Master.”

  “Oh,” Henry said, directing her to the other staircase. “You will.”

  Chapter 6

  His

  The collar was quick to come off Monica’s throat. Henry placed it back in its box and gingerly left it on top of his sub’s purse, currently stored in his room. Their room. Henry made it clear that Monica always had a place to call home here. Although she had no plans to formally move from the Château for now, she had no problem calling this her room as well.

  The logistics of that could be figured out later. For now, she was at her Dom’s whims on their collaring night.

  “Hate to take it off you so soon, my love.” A purr laced his voice. Monica stood in the middle of their room, wondering if she should follow him into the adjacent room overlooking the gardens or not. “We have something better for when it’s you and me.”

  She followed him.

  If she thought they would consummate their union as Dom and sub in the bedroom, she was mistaken.

  There was a viewing room stocked with the usual: closets, alcohol, and extra storage space for clothing and jewelry that spilled over from the bedroom. Monica had been in here once to enjoy the gardens while she ate breakfast, but since that short stay the bench by the window had been pulled out to the middle of the space. Sheer curtains gave them privacy from any prying eyes outside, but still allowed plenty of early summer light in.

  “Sit.”

  His commands were soft, but Monica still obeyed as if they were firm. A command is a command. It was her will to obey.

  So she sat on the plush white bench and watched as her Dom carried in the silver and diamond collar that had been his first patron gift.

  He’s not my patron. He’s my lifelong Dom. The thought still made her want to weep.

  “This is so beautiful on you.” Henry latched the collar around her throat, careful to keep her hair from getting caught in it. The leash dangled at her side. I hope he spanks me again with it. Monica had to bite her lip in order to keep her thoughts to herself. Her ass hadn’t been spanked raw since that night Henry punished her most severely.

  “Wearing this takes me back to when I first realized I wanted you.” Monica’s voice was so demure that she worried Henry couldn’t hear her. Yet he caressed her shoulder, his fingers pushing beneath the blazer to help her shed it with ease.

  “I know. Trust me, I do.” Henry hung the jacket up on a nearby coat rack. Monica shivered, her exposed arms and shoulders having yet to pick up any heat coming through the window. Henry also took off his jacket and hung it up next to Monica’s. “There are still things I want from you.”

  His hands were on her shoulders as he stood behind her. He began massaging her, releasing any tension she kept within her muscles.

  And then his hands traveled down her chest, cupping her breasts through the bridal-white corset.

  “Tonight I am taking every piece of you, Monica.” His voice ravaged her ear, one hiss after another sending spirals of madness down her spine. Oh my… Henry squeezed harder, eliciting a whimper from her throat as her breasts begged for forgiveness in his grip. “You are mine. Do you understand? I will mark you in ways you never imagined. When I’m finished, there will be no doubt in this world that you belong to me. Your body is to be marked.”

  Monica’s teeth made her bottom lip bleed. “I understand,” she whispered.

  “You understand what?”

  “That I am yours, Master.”

  “You understand, but you have yet to experience what that truly means. I am going to take all of you. In return, I will push myself to limits even I have yet to pursue. I’ve been practicing all week for you.”

  Monica had no idea what he meant, but she looked forward to finding out.

  “You remarked on my choice of such a bright white for you.” Henry released her, stepping toward one of the drawers on the side of the room. He opened the top one and pulled something out. Body paint, it looked like. Red, black, deep royal purple. “The symbolism was not lost on you. White for purity. You are not a virgin, my dearest, but you are still pure in this relationship. I am changing that tonight.” The paints opened, joined with a brush as big as Monica’s thumb. “I will be rough with your body. I will push your limits. Use your safe word, if necessary, but I hope you won’t. I intend on making it as pleasurable as possible.”

  “That would only be right on a night like this.”

  She trembled when he touched her again, his strong hands gently pushing her onto the white leather of the bench. The silver leash thumped against the carpet. “From now on,” Henry began, “you may speak, but only softly. You can scream later.”

  Scream? What was he planning to do, exactly?

  Henry yanked on the leash, prostrating Monica onto the bench. “You don’t have to do a thing, Princess. You’re to be doted on. Tonight, you serve me by completely and utterly submitting. All I ask is that you open not just your body to me, but also your heart and soul. Can you do that?”

  Monica didn’t answer immediately.

  “I would never intentionally hurt you, Monica.”

  “I know.” She kept her words soft, as he bade. “I am strong, Henry. There isn’t much you can do to me that will scare me away. I know you have your own worries.”

  He stopped pulling something else out of the drawer. “I know that if you are sincerely disturbed by something I do, you will tell me.”

  “You are not my old Dom, and I am not your old sub. We are the best for each other.”

  He closed the drawer. “You’re wise, as always. Any man who asks you to keep quiet for too long is a fool.”

  “I am glad that you appreciate my thoughts.”

  Something jangled behind her. Henry cleared his throat. “I bought you another present, Princess.” He revealed a pair of silver handcuffs glistening in the setting sunlight. “I’ll be careful with your bracelet.”

  He took her hands and pulled them beneath the bench. The handcuffs cinched together, leaving Monica to stare up at the ceiling, on her back and mentally readying for what her Dom wanted to do to her – whatever it was.

  All she knew was that she was to serve through submitting. Whatever Henry wanted, she would give. Her whole body. Her heart.

  Her soul.

  Henry eased her legs open. The bench was low enough that even a petite woman like her could touch the floor with her heels. Now her legs parted.

  “Take a deep breath and relax. I want you ready for me.”

  Monica closed her eyes and breathed until she couldn’t fill her lungs more. She felt Henry kneel between her legs and bring his head forward.

  His tongue drew up the slit of her corset, flicking against fabric and teasing her skin beneath. Monica hissed, her arousal coming to life as her Dom showed her this level of unprecedented affection once again.

  Although he did not touch her flesh with his tongue, he was still tender and efficient. Their first intimate touch as collared Dom and sub was as sweet as Monica could have hoped for. Henry would make sure she was ready for anything he gave her. I’ll take anything he gives me. Monica would not say her safe word unless absolutely necessary. If Henry promised to push himself, then she would as well.

  Together they would reach new heights.

  “Henry…” The back of her eyelids turned gold as she relaxed into his erotic touch. They fluttered open briefly, giving her enough time to see his head of dark blond move between her legs. “I mean… Master…”

  He stopped long enough to say, “Tonight, you can call me whatever feels best to you.”

  “Henry.”

  He resumed, drawing one long stroke after another along the fabric he picked out for her. Monica closed her eyes again and enjoyed the moment – until her arousal became too much and met him in the middle.

  “That was quick,” Henry said. “You didn’t waste time showing me this si
de of you.”

  The air turned warm as Henry stood and went to the paints sitting out on the dresser. He picked up the brush and dipped the tip into the purple paint.

  “Hold still.”

  Monica listened, watching him round her again and kneel between her legs. The brush dotted her slit. Her first mark.

  She quickly caught on to the game.

  “Tell me, Princess, do you yearn for me?”

  Although he didn’t request it, Monica kept her legs spread open, high heels digging into the carpet beneath the bench she displayed herself on. “Yes, Mr. Warren. I would very much like for you to make love to me now.” She knew he wouldn’t.

  “I bet you would like that.”

  He sat on the open space between her legs and untied the strings on the bust of her corset. Monica batted her eyelashes and inhaled deeply as her Dom undressed her breasts, his fingers rolling across her nipples and making her whimper. When his head lowered and tongue flicked against one nipple, she released a whine only rivaled by his groan.

  “The heat between your legs right now is incredible,” he muttered, fingers pinching both her nipples. “I’m hard, Monica. Do you know what that means?”

  “That it’s time for you to claim the first part of me, sir.”

  “You are correct.” Henry tightened the corset beneath her breasts, making them so prominent that they were all Monica could see aside from his head of hair. Yet she could feel his breath on her skin, and hear his voice as it groaned against the outfit he chose for her. “I think we’re both ready.”

  He straddled her hips, the short height of the bench no match for his height. Monica held her breath for what she knew was coming, but Henry surprised her by bending down and kissing her on the lips.

  As they kissed, Monica daring to show him just as much desire, his erection strained against his pants and rubbed against her abdomen. I want anything you’re offering me, Mr. Warren. The more he ground against her, the more Monica moaned against his lips and pulled against the handcuffs in the hopes she could wrap her arms around him.

  Instead, Henry sat up and lowered the zipper of his creasing pants.

  “Did I forget to say that I want to hear your voice tonight?” Henry pinched her nipples again, eliciting more than a hiss this time from his sub. “I want to hear you beg for everything I give you.”

  Oh, she could do that. There was little Henry could do to turn her off. I want whatever you give me, Master. “Please.”

  The tip of his exposed cock pushed between her breasts, but did not commit to anything more than taunting her. “Please what, Monica? You know I like what you have to say.”

  Her whimpers turned into moans. “Please fuck me there.”

  His cock slid between her breasts, pointing toward her throat and holding steady as Henry caught his breath. “Fuck you until what?”

  “Until you come, sir.”

  “Why?”

  Monica looked between the scene happening near her face and the swirling arousal in Henry’s eyes. “Because I want you to claim me there.”

  “Since you asked so sweetly…”

  Monica dropped her head to soft leather, her hair spilling over the edge in a cascade of silver-spotted black. Her Dom held her down by the shoulders, his cock moving with ease along her chest. Should I beg for it? Monica wasn’t opposed to most things, especially in this frame of mind, but she never thought much of men full-on fucking her cleavage.

  Yet somehow Henry made it exceptionally erotic. Perhaps it was the way his strength pressed upon her. Perhaps it was because Monica was immobilized. Perhaps… whatever it was, she opened her eyes and looked into Henry’s. She did not miss when her nipples began to harden, even without his pinching.

  She wanted this. She would let him know.

  “Don’t stop,” she whispered, the strength of his thrusts increasing until her breasts began to move and provide resistance against his cock. He’s doing it right if I’m turned on by my own breasts. And turned on by the way his cock surged between them, his hips cutting through the air with purpose. “Please, Henry, I want this.”

  He didn’t speak, although her words made him grunt louder, his cock hard and stiff between her breasts. Now her whole chest moved against the bench, the handcuffs clattering against the bottom and her heels easing up and down against the carpet. The bottom of the corset pulled against her slit, rubbing her clit beneath.

  “Oh, fuck.” She rarely swore so early during sex. Henry had a power over her that no man had before. “I’m ready…”

  She had no idea that those were the magic words. For the moment her whimper disappeared into the warm air, Henry released his climax, covering the top of her chest, her throat, and the bottom of her chin with his seed.

  It was on the top of her breasts too, evident when Henry stepped off his sub and disappeared behind her. Monica gazed at the swath of white covering her skin in slick warmth. Her nipples glistened. Her white corset was marked as well.

  “Thank you, Master,” she said, breathless.

  A small towel patted her skin dry. Although most of it was gone, Monica could still feel some of the wetness on her skin, and it definitely remained on the corset.

  “Hold still.”

  The brush covered in black body paint hit her breasts. One stroke down into her cleavage, and then another up, encompassing her tender nipple and making her moan without warning.

  Within seconds, her breasts, chest, and top of the white corset were painted black.

  When Henry Warren said he was going to mark her…

  He wasn’t kidding.

  It was one thing to feel his seed on her skin. It was quite another to see how she had been soiled by her Dom.

  The paint had time to dry on her skin and clothes, wondering what Henry would do next. A mystery that was answered when he reached beneath the bench and unlocked the handcuffs.

  And yanked on her leash, forcing her up and turning her over so she faced him and his still half-erect cock.

  She didn’t have to be commanded. In fact, Henry said nothing as he placed the palms of Monica’s hands on the leather bench and handcuffed them again. Her knees likewise dug into the leather, the stiletto heels of her shoes pointed into the air behind her and her hair covering her face. Henry pulled the latter out of the way and caressed her cheek.

  “Do you want it?” he asked softly, his fingers tightening into her scalp. “I won’t give it to you until you ask for it.”

  Monica looked at his half-erect cock and then up into his face. “Yes. I want it.”

  “Then take it.”

  His hands remained in her hair, gathering it in his fists until it spilled from his grip in a riot of dark and bright. Monica didn’t care about the acute pain tugging at her head. She was more concerned with catching the tip of his cock between her lips and pushing the rest of his shaft deep into her mouth.

  The head was salty, but good to taste. Monica loved tasting her Dom’s seed on his cock – and she could safely say she rarely got to give head so shortly after a man orgasmed. Between the seed covering her tongue and him pulling her hair, Monica was quickly falling into heaven, wherever that was.

  Here. It’s right here. Her Dom’s cock in her mouth, hardening, pushing into her throat while he went from slow, easy thrusts to the kind that nearly choked her.

  Breathe. Breathe! It was so sudden, the way he powered into her, filling her mouth with his girth and taking her throat by surprise. Monica had about one second to relax her gag and accept him, the man she let collar her as his sub.

  “That’s it. I know you want it.” He spoke on her behalf, since she could not. “Take my whole cock, lovely.”

  It drove her crazy being unable to touch him with her bound hands. She wanted to grab him, stroke him, even nibble other parts of his groin in the hopes of bringing him more pleasure. Except it also drove her crazy – in the best way – having him slide in and out of her throat without issue. Monica whimpered, h
er eyes appealing to him for what they both knew she wanted.

  Henry pulled her hair harder. His grunt filled the room again, and to Monica’s surprise, the first shot of his second climax hit the back of her throat and filled her mouth with that taste she appreciated.

  More deep breaths. More of him inside of her mouth. Monica waited for him to start pulling out of her before looking down again. Her lips were wet, the corners of her mouth unable to hold in what he had given her.

  “Easy.” A fresh towel dabbed her mouth. Monica threw her trust into Henry and let him help her clean up what now covered the lower half of her face.