by Sienna Snow
“I don’t understand what’s happening between us.”
“It looks obvious to me.” He pushed his straining cock more against me. “I want you, Carmen. I wanted you a year and a half ago. I never stopped.”
I closed my eyes, trying to comprehend what he was saying. “Thomas, what we share frightens me. Why would you let me take control? It doesn’t come naturally to you.”
“Because with you, all I can think about is your pleasure. And if that means giving you the submission you need, then I will.”
“I won’t submit to you. I gave you all of me, and then you told me I wasn’t good enough. That I wasn’t the kind of woman you could see spending your life with. So if you’re expecting anything else, then this can’t go any further.”
A sadness flashed in his gaze, making my breath hitch. “I’ll take you any way I can.” He cupped my face. “There’s something you should know about yourself that I think you won’t readily admit, especially after what happened between us.”
I waited for him to elaborate.
“You want to submit. I’ve seen it every time I’ve taken over. You craved it. You enjoyed every minute of it. My stupidity in how I handled things with you ruined the trust we’d built. I’m so sorry.”
I wanted to argue with him, but how could I argue against something I’d been telling myself?
I looked away, hoping to hide the truth from him, but he tugged my face back to him.
“Carm, you’ll always be a Domme. That’s part of who you are, and what happened between us doesn’t make it any less so. As it doesn’t make me less of a Dom.”
“What if I can’t?”
“It won’t change the way I feel for you.” He kissed the tip of my nose.
I wanted to believe him, everything in me said believe him, but the uneasiness remained. Until we figured out what happening between us, I wouldn’t have my answers.
He stepped back and extended his hand.
I hesitated, knowing that I was about to change the path I’d set for my relationship with him. Maybe Arya was right. I had to give him a chance.
I slid my palm over his. “Take me home, Thomas.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
* * *
Thomas and I walked toward the exit of the club, and from the side of my eye, I saw Arya and Milla leaning against the railing of the second-level dance floor. The kiss that Arya blew me and the fist pump Milla sent my way told me they’d seen more than I wanted.
Well, Carmen. Who told you to make out in the middle of a nightclub?
“I have my car here.” Thomas inclined his head to the attendant, and within seconds, his Maserati arrived.
“I guess it’s good to be the boss,” I observed.
“It has its perks.”
Thomas opened the door, and I slid in. He went around the driver’s side. Once situated in the seat, he turned to me. “Ready?”
I nodded but then shook my head. “Thomas, are you sure? This will change our relationship, and like I said, I may never completely submit to you in exchange.”
He grazed his thumb over my bottom lip. “I know what I’m doing, Carm. You’re what I want.”
“Okay then, let’s go.” A smile touched my lips. Time to see if he could handle my Domme side.
We rolled out of the parking lot and stopped at a traffic light.
“Lower your pants and pull out your cock.”
He jerked the brakes and glanced at me. “Are you serious?”
I raised a brow in response, and a crease formed between his.
Without any more words, he did as I said. The moment his hardening cock sprang free, I grasped it, squeezing up and down.
“Drive,” I ordered.
He looked at the light and realized it was green.
I worked his cock with my hand, making sure to thumb the angry, weeping head. I licked my lips as my mouth watered to taste him.
“Do you see something you want to work into your mouth?”
My eyes jerked up to Thomas’s face. He was studying my expression.
“For that, I’m not going to let you come.” I squeezed harder. A rough groan escaped him, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. I continued my ministrations, bringing him to the point of orgasm but stopping moments before the eruption happened.
“Carmen…,” Thomas growled.
I stopped his torture, and I slid closer to him without releasing my hold on him. Shimmying from side to side, I lifted my skirt to reveal the red thong that matched my dress.
“Do you like?”
Thomas swallowed and tried not to look too long without losing his attention on the road.
“Yes, Mistress,” he answered through a raspy voice.
“Your job is to get us home before I make myself come.” I pumped his cock a few more times. “If you do that, I will allow you to pleasure me.”
“I will,” he stated and sped up.
“Give me your hand.”
He complied, and I brought it to my underwear. “Pull it aside, but you aren’t allowed to touch me no matter what I do to you or myself.”
He held my thong with his pinkie and gripped my leg. I could have reprimanded him for taking liberties, but the feel of his large hand against my thigh sent a gush of wetness to my pussy, something I’d never experienced with any other man.
I resumed my strokes on his hard erection and began rubbing my clit. The first contact of my fingers sent a spasm deep inside my core. A moan escaped my lips, and I threw my head back against the seat.
It was Thomas who did this to me. My body never reacted the minute I touched it. I slid two fingers into my throbbing pussy and continued rubbing.
“Oh yes, I’ve needed this. I hope you get to my building soon,” I called out as my squeezed my eyes shut.
Precum dripped from the tip of his cock. Thomas growled, and his grip tightened on my leg.
“Almost there,” he gritted out as he lifted his hips to match the rhythm of my hand. “Fuck. I’m going to come.” He thrashed against the seat as he drove.
I released my grip on him, but I continued riding my fingers. “Don’t you dare. I haven’t given you permission.”
“I won’t Mistress, but don’t stop. I have to see you come,” he begged or ordered, I couldn’t tell, as he pulled into my private entrance.
“Oh God,” I called, squeezing my eyes tight. At this point, it didn’t matter if I wanted to stop. The orgasm was almost on me.
The car screeched to a stop and all of a sudden my seat was pushed back, with Thomas dislodging my fingers from my pussy and replacing them with his mouth. He licked and sucked, causing my body to bow, then without warning, I exploded.
“Thomas,” I cried out, and let wave after wave of bliss washed over me.
“My Mistress,” he murmured as he continued laving attention on my clit, and I rode out my release. “My woman. Mine.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
My breath calmed, and I opened my eyes. Looking down my body, I saw Thomas with his head against my thigh, breathing just as hard as I was. His erection throbbed hard in his lap, and for a split second, I wanted to give him the release he needed, but he hadn’t earned it, and his release came once I finished with him.
I turned my head away from Thomas and looked out the window. All of a sudden, I noticed the security camera pointed directly at the car.
Fuck. I hope the guards didn’t see anything.
I lifted up and pushed Thomas back into his seat. “We have to fix ourselves. There are cameras on us.”
He glanced at me and grinned. “The windows are too dark for them to see anything. Besides, does it matter?”
His words triggered the memory of a conversation I had with Arya, where she told me Thomas loved to show off his submissives, especially the orgasms he gave them.
I sighed. I wasn’t a sub.
“Perhaps not, but I don’t want to give the guards anything to wonder about.”
We straightened our cl
othes and took the elevator to my penthouse in silence. I wanted to touch him, to enjoy a level of intimacy we once shared, but I wasn’t ready, and I wouldn’t know if it was real. Right now, I needed to remain focused, in tune with what brings Thomas pleasure. This was about Thomas and his needs; my desires came second.
A few seconds before we arrived at my floor, I gave him my orders. “When you enter my apartment, I want you to strip and go to the third door on the right. It is my bedroom. You will kneel at the foot of my bed and wait for me.”
“What about the nanny and the boys?”
“They’re spending the night with Max. He’ll bring them over in the morning so they can meet you.”
Thomas stared at me with hooded eyes, and his hand lifted for a second. I held my breath, knowing he needed the affection as much as I did, but then he dropped it. A twinge of disappointment hit my heart.
Before our breakup, we never had to worry about what every touch meant. Now we were both working through new territory neither of us knew how to navigate.
“I will follow your directive, Mistress,” he said as he opened the door and we stepped inside the foyer to my penthouse.
Thomas took his jacket and shirt off, laying both on the back of the sofa, and then went straight to my bedroom, without a backward glance. I inhaled, letting my heartbeat calm, and walked to my kitchen. I filled a glass of water and drank deep. The cool liquid refreshed my insides as I leaned against the counter and tried to steady my emotions.
Why did it feel like I had no idea what I was doing with him?
Because you don’t. He isn’t a submissive, and you’re playing a game without rules.
Rules. I needed them. I was taught to stay in charge by setting the rules. I maintained control without pushing my will on my submissive to more than they could take.
I closed my eyes for a moment, imagining that it had been Thomas in that dungeon instead of Samuel. His head bowed, his body glistening with the oil the attendants prepped him with, and his cock growing for my attention.
A low moan escaped my lips as my clit throbbed with the fantasy. If it had been Thomas, I would have allowed him to pleasure me. Hell, I’d have allowed him to fuck me.
“Mistress,” Thomas called, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I straightened, grabbing a hair tie from the bowl on my counter, and gathered my hair on top of my head. Slowly, I made my way to the bedroom.
My breath caught as Thomas came into view. The mere sight of him aroused me like no other man. He kneeled naked in front of the chaise, positioned at the foot of my bed.
I walked back and forth behind him, running my fingers along his sculpted bare shoulders. Goose bumps prickled his skin as he stared straight at the bed. The moment I came into view, he lowered his head, surprising me. In all our past scenes, he never looked down. He always kept his gaze at eye level. At the time, his defiance never fazed me. I knew the Dom in him would rebel, and the enjoyment we both desired would disappear. Now his voluntarily looking down told me he was committed to submitting, committed to what he had agreed to.
What turned me on most with Thomas was that he was the strongest man I’d ever played with. He was confident in who he was. It didn’t matter if he was kneeling, as he was now, or if he had me tied to the bed and towered over me. It was a heady mix of well-controlled raw power.
That’s what drew me to him that first night so long ago. It was the push and pull between his strength and mine.
“What are your limits?” I asked.
He snorted. “What limits. You’re the Domme. You know how far to go.”
I fisted his hair, jerking his head back. He stared me in the eyes, without flinching. “Not tonight, Thomas, ple…” I stopped midsentence. What was I doing? Then I noticed the gleam in his eye and realized he was fighting me for his submission as he’d always done.
“Very clever.” I ran a thumb over his lips as a smile tugged at mine. “No fighting what I want to do to you,” I ordered. “You agreed, after all. The minute you stepped into my room, you became my slave.”
He continued staring at me, not saying anything.
I gripped his hair tighter, hard enough to keep him on the edge of uncomfortable without hurting him. “Are we in agreement?”
His face flushed and his eyes dilated, telling me he enjoyed the sensation caused by my fingers. “Mistress, I have always been your slave. Do as you will.”
I released his hair, walking away from him. I shook my head with amusement. This man had no sense of self-preservation. If he thought I wouldn’t push him further than I’d ever pushed him before, then he was about to be sadly disappointed.
I licked my lips. My hot lover was submitting to my every desire.
What a delicious idea.
He said he was my slave. Let’s see how far he’ll let me go without losing control.
I wasn’t stupid enough to believe Thomas would readily hand over power without attempting to reclaim it.
“One last chance. What are your limits?” I asked over my shoulder.
“A la carte, Mistress.”
I closed my eyes, savoring his words.
Steadying my breath, I went into my closet and pulled out a box that I hadn’t opened in nearly two years. Lifting the lid, I selected a bottle of lube, manacles, and a riding crop. The scent of the leather tingled my senses, and I licked my lips as a calm I was familiar with entered my body.
He was my slave. He was here to serve me. And for his service, I’d reward him.
I stood, returning to the bedroom, and my heartbeat quickened at the sight of him. He remained in the same position I’d left him, kneeling with his hands clasped behind his back and his gaze trained on the closet door. His erection stood long and hard pointing up toward his belly button.
My skin prickled. Thomas was gorgeous and mine.
He watched me approach with a blaze in his eyes that said he could see the depth of secrets I wasn’t aware of myself.
I shook the thought from my head and retrieved a condom from the side table before I moved in front of him.
This time, I wasn’t going to forget. When I’d visited the doctor yesterday, she’d told me not to worry since I wasn’t in the ovulation phase of my cycle. She’d told me my best option was the Depo-Provera shot, which was active in a matter of days. I wasn’t stupid enough to believe the incident at Travis’s house was a onetime deal. Now all I had to do was wait another day until it was fully active.
“Give me your hands.”
He offered them to me, and I clasped the cuffs against his wrists.
“Stand.”
He followed my command, and as he reached his full six-foot-five height, our size difference hit me. My five-foot-ten frame barely came to his shoulder, and with my heels, I was only a little bit taller.
My fingers itched to draw him to me. He must have read my thoughts since he licked his lips. For a brief second, he leaned toward me but immediately pulled back.
“If you want my kiss, you’ll have to earn it.”
I walked us over to the side of the bed and clicked a controller that opened the ceiling, revealing a grid of metal bars. I climbed onto the bed and reached for a braided pulley attached to the steel.
I took each of Thomas’s wrists and clipped them to the rope, then tugged another cord, causing his arms to lift tight above his head. His body angled toward the center of the bed, but he remained standing.
His muscles bulged, and his beautiful ass flexed as he adjusted his stance to accommodate the restraints. It should be illegal to look that sexy. My pussy contracted, and a new wave of wetness dampened my crotch.
I hadn’t felt a twinge of this type of arousal during my scene with Samuel.
That’s because he wasn’t Thomas.
“God. You’re exquisite,” I announced. “Stay like that.”
I picked up the crop, rubbed it up from the back of his knee to the dip of his lower back, and then back down the other leg. His skin prickled wit
h goose bumps, and a slight flush tinged his beautiful tanned skin. His sculpted body was mine to do with as I pleased. A blank canvas to mark as mine.
“Turn.”
He complied, and his eyes collided with mine as his breath quickened. I rubbed the end of the crop over his nipples, first circling one, then the other. A shudder rocked his body. I continued lower until I reached the angry purple head of his cock pointing past his belly button. I flicked the crop against the bulbous, weeping tip.
Thomas hissed but remained still.
“Did you like that?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I did it again.
This time he kept silent.
I moved away from his beautiful cock and snapped the crop against his thighs, much firmer than I’d hit his beautiful cock. I flicked and cracked the crop all over his honed, muscular front side. Sweat glistened on his skin, and his arms bulged as he jerked against his restraints. Every strike was harder and closer to the straining evidence of his arousal.
The power of his body inflamed my insides. I pushed a button, allowing for some slack on the leather manacles, which sent Thomas onto his back on the bed.
I climbed over him, straddling his body. I positioned his cock against the soaked fabric of my thong, sliding his length between my folds and against my swollen clit.
“Oh, so good,” I moaned.
He lifted his hips, but I clamped them with my thighs. “Stay still.”
A crease formed between his eyes but he relaxed back down. I continued to rub my pussy against him as I unzipped my red dress and lifted it above my head.
“You’re gorgeous, my every dream,” he said, and his words squeezed my heart.
I held back my response as I unclasped my bra, allowing my breasts to spill out. I leaned down, rubbing my puckering nipples against his, and closed my eyes. The sprinkling of hair on his chest tortured my tightening buds.
Yes, this was what I needed. Thomas’s skin felt so good. My core spasmed and I pulled back as I realized my train of thought. This was not about me. It was about giving Thomas pleasure. I shimmied my pussy away from his cock.
“Close your eyes.” I kissed the center of his chest and peeked up to see if he obeyed. His gaze bored into mine. I bit the skin below his nipple and raised a brow. He sighed and shut his lids.