The Dom Games

by Rachel Robinson

  I laugh, pull him on top of me, and take over rubbing his dick. I glide it over my wetness, and he moans every time it gets close to my entrance. Dominic’s hips jut gently, seeking penetration. “Do you like?” I ask.

  “Like? I love. You’re trying to kill me, though. It’s obvious.” I kiss his neck and bite the skin just below his ear. He loves that. “Now it’s official. My wife is a murderous felon.”

  Using his ass as my guide, I pull him all the way inside me, surprising him. He fills me, stretches me so perfectly that I cry out. He slides back out and doesn’t thrust again. He reaches underneath me to unfasten my bra strap and buries his face in my chest as soon as my breasts are free. He licks my nipples, causing my back to arch in pleasure. “Fuck me, Dominic. Inside me. Now,” I say. My eyes are closed, but I feel him sliding down my body and then his warm mouth pressed against my clit. He kisses my pussy several times—briefly, just to tease, and then positions himself between my legs.

  Opening my eyes, I see him holding his cock at my entrance. “You want this inside you, Kayla?” He slaps it against my wetness once—and then again. My muscles clench. Yes.

  “Please…sir,” I say. He shakes his head with a small smile playing on his lips, and then he sinks into me. The pleasure builds and builds until I know I can’t take another thrust without coming. “I’m going to come all over your cock,” I rasp, my voice muffled by his neck. His back is sweaty, and I run my fingertips all the way from the top to his ass, and then hold him in deeply.

  “I’m coming now. Come,” he orders. He’s cradling my head with one hand and rubbing my clit in between our slick bodies. I obey him. This time. My muscles contract furiously around his large dick. I moan and gasp for air and pray he stays connected to me for longer. “That feels so good. You. God. You. You own me, Kayla. I want this every second I’m not getting it.” He thrusts into me, just to drive the point home, so I know exactly what he wants.

  “Good. Stay there. It’s where you belong.” Wrapping my arms around his back, he rests his head next to mine. “That was good,” I admit.

  He presses a kiss against the side of my head. “I’d fathom a guess it has something to do with the leather panties. Just a guess, though.” Slowly, he pulls out of me, the sound turning me on and making me wish I didn’t have a desk full of contracts to read through. “Happy birthday, Kayla,” he says. “Again.” He already sang me the birthday song, low and sweet in my ear this morning as I woke. If he’s one thing, Dominic is thorough.

  “You know, I never realized how good you would be at this.”

  He raises one brow and rubs the back of his neck. “Good at what? Selecting well made furniture?” He smiles and thumps the top of the coffee table with one palm. “I bet this was made in the U.S.A.” He smiles wide. I laugh.

  He helps me slide up my dress and then starts buttoning it. “It was an excellent choice, but that’s not what I meant. Oh, I don’t know. Loving me. Being you. Balancing everything. Basically you excel at life, and I’m so proud. Proud that you’re mine and of all of your accomplishments, even as unconventional as they are.”

  He clears his throat. “I don’t think anyone has ever said that to me before. Thank you.” After he slides the last button on my dress closed, he looks over my shoulder at the desk. “Open your present now?”

  I shift out of his grasp and pick up the gift. I make a joke about how good they’re going to look next to my Olympia heels, but he shakes his head. I open the plain cardboard box to find a black, polished frame. Inside it holds the piece of paper he wrote his vows on. His penmanship is small, neat, and square. The paper looks as if it’s been folded and refolded a million times. Now, it’s preserved perfectly forever. When I look up, he’s standing over me.

  “I’d give you this gift every day if I could,” he explains. A tear escapes the corner of my eye. I brush it away. Sitting on the edge of my desk, I move the proposal paperwork for The Sub Games out of the way, and I hug the frame to my chest, but pull it away again because I want to read his vows again right now.

  Today is the day I bind my life with yours for the rest of time, Kayla. This is a day I never imagined for myself. A day so perfect in form and meaning that I’m not sure if any day after this will fail to impress. I know all my days will be just this exquisite, though. You’re mine. Sometimes I get upset with myself for the time I wasted. I understand I wasn’t wasting time, though. I was merely waiting for you. For your laugh, your wit, your charm. I was waiting for the ballad of Kayla to enter my senses and take me over completely. It wasn’t until that moment that I could truly say I found myself. You are a piece, the only piece of the puzzle of life that matters.

  On this day I vow to hold your hand. I vow to take the time to stop and smell the flowers…with you. I vow to stand next to you or behind you, whichever you prefer. Kayla, I vow to spend my life pouring the love inside of my heart into your atmosphere in hopes you feel an ounce of the hysterical adoration I feel toward you. Hand on my heart, I vow to take this marriage and turn it into the most important thing in my world. I vow to take care of you and let you take care of me. I vow to listen. I vow to speak my mind. I vow to hold on. I vow to take the impossibilities of life and make them reality. I vow to let my scars hold pride of character. I love you, Kayla.

  I vow to love you the best way I know how. Forever. Standing here under this tree, I’m erasing a bad memory by creating an angel. You. My love, my bride.

  I do. I do. I take you as my wife. These are my promises to you—the vows I plan to keep for as long as I’m breathing. For as long as my heart beats. And I do even after I’m gone. That’s what you mean to me—everything.

  By the time I finish reading, my mascara is smudged with salty tears. His arms are wrapped around me, and we’ve melted into one person. Again.

  “You sure know how to give a gift,” I whisper.

  He kisses the top of my head. “You know how to inspire.”

  “Unusual inspiration, Sir,” I reply.

  Growling, he picks me up and slides me back on the desk. “You know what it means when you call me sir.”

  I kiss him. “Other than switching you into sex beast mode, yes, it’s the beginning of my favorite happily ever after.”

  He beams at me, his teeth bright white and his smile genuine. “You win.”

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