His Driven Domme (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 4)
Page 12
She laid her goodies at the foot of the bed as she climbed over next to him. Unable to resist, her hand circled his length. Jesse hissed as she squeezed his manhood. She wanted to reward him for his submission. Lucy knew it how hard it could be, since she was in no capacity able to do the same.
She moved between his legs, still holding his cock in her hand. With a swift glance at his face, Lucy closed her mouth around the tip. His hips jerked at the contact. His hazel eyes had turned near black in his passion. She drew him inside her mouth, sucking on the burgeoning length like he was a tasty ice cream cone. It thrilled her to give him head. She enjoyed the act. The way his hips canted and moved in time to her mouth moving over his cock. She loved watching him come undone under her hands. The way his body trembled and shook with the force of his arousal. The way his abs quivered as she stroked and massaged his ball sac.
Lucy hollowed her cheeks as she enveloped him, taking him deep until his head brushed the back of her throat. She loved his taste as salty drops of precum leaked from the tip. The smooth perfection of his cock, the skin softer than silk as she traced her tongue along the shaft before taking him deeply again, made her squirm in delight.
Her hands rolled his testes, making him writhe as she increased the tempo. He was thrusting in wild abandon inside her mouth, his gaze trained on her. He growled and shuddered, almost whimpering beneath her, and she noticed a corresponding wetness trailing down her thighs.
His cock lengthened, swelling between her lips, and then hot liquid poured inside her mouth.
"Ahhh, Mistress," Jesse groaned, straining his hips, his body rigid as his climax swamped his body.
Lucy drank him down, enjoying the salty taste that was distinctly Jesse. She kept her mouth around him, enjoying his semi hard state almost as much as when his cock swelled so hard it made her knees tremble. She didn't let him come down for even a minute, working his shaft until she felt him harden beneath her once again.
Jesse moaned and shuddered with an almost feral growl rumbling in his chest. When she was satisfied that he was once again fully erect, Lucy sat back on her haunches, her own breath stuttering in and out of her lungs as she gazed at him.
Then she commanded him, "I want you on your hands and knees with your ass facing me."
He huffed in a breath and then rolled his big frame onto his stomach. When he was on all fours, she picked up the supplies at the end of the bed. Lucy affixed the silicone strap-on, positioning it around her hips. Once it was firmly in place, she picked up the tube of lubricant. She moved behind him, opening his legs further so that she was situated between them. She slathered his anus with lube and heard his audible gasp.
She pushed a finger inside his ass, stretching his entrance. At his groan, she instructed him.
"Relax, deep breaths. I'm going to fuck your ass. I will go slow, and use your safeword if it is too much."
"Yes, Mistress," Jesse panted, the tension in his body taut like a bowstring as she inserted a second digit in his ass.
Lucy thrust her fingers, coated in lube, working with the tight ring of muscle until her fingers were gliding smoothly in and out. She added a third finger, continuing to stretch and prepare his back entrance for the dildo. It was slimmer than the butt plug she had used the other day, but also an inch or so longer.
When she was satisfied and Jesse was almost imperceptibly thrusting back against her hand, Lucy withdrew her fingers from his ass. She slathered the length of silicone with a large amount of lube, and then positioned the tip of the dildo at the entrance to his ass. She tilted her hips forward, pushing the length inside his ass, inch by inch. She had to withdraw and thrust a number of times as she worked with his body as he relaxed into the pleasure of it.
And then she was able to thrust the full length of the dildo inside his ass. He whimpered and strained. Lucy reached a hand around and gripped his cock in her hand. His dick thudded in her grasp. Then she began thrusting her hips in short small movements, running her hand up and down his cock in time with her thrusts.
She hadn't pegged a man since college and she'd forgotten how awesome it was to watch them writhe and undulate. There was a power in watching a man completely unravel under your hands and she reveled in it as Jesse came undone. He groaned and trembled beneath her with every stroke of the dildo inside his ass. It wasn't long before his body strained, his cock jolted, and he roared his completion. She kept thrusting until his body stopped its quaking trembles.
Lucy withdrew the dildo and Jesse slid limply onto the mattress. Sweat slicked over his skin and there was a puddle of cum on the bed. She climbed off the bed on unsteady legs, her own need pounding in her veins. But she wanted to take care of him, first, before she even considered her own release.
Lucy discarded the lube packet and strap-on into the trash bin. Then she grabbed a warm, wet cloth from the steamer machine and went to the bed. She leaned over Jesse, cleaning the lube from his cock and in between his ass cheeks. Then she wiped up the puddle of his semen. When everything was cleaned, she climbed back into the bed, lying next to Jesse, and cradled his face.
"That was…" Jesse trailed off.
She chuckled at the bemused expression on his face. "I'm glad you liked it."
She kissed him then, feeling herself soften toward him. Then she pulled back and ordered, "I want you to eat my pussy."
He moaned and a wicked light entered his eyes. "With pleasure, Mistress."
Lucy rolled onto her back and splayed her legs to accommodate his wide shoulders as he positioned himself between her thighs. His fingers stroked through her labia and she watched as he inhaled her scent with a growl.
Jesse's tongue licked the full length of her crease and now it was her turn to moan. He used his fingers and tongue, stroking her sensitive flesh. Jesse took his time, exploring her folds, parting them, scraping his fingers over, up and around the tight bud of her clit. He continued that way with only his fingers, studying her reactions to his touch. And then his mouth descended, his tongue spearing her depths, and she could do nothing but ride the waves of pleasure as they beat against her body. She arched her back, thrusting her hips up to meet his tongue, but he denied her movement.
The tiny tremor of fear as he held her hips immobile dispersed the moment his tongue swirled around her clitoris. Then he sucked the tight bud into his mouth, greedily slurping at her flesh. The orgasm struck her system with all the resonance of a hammer shattering glass. She moaned, quivering beneath his sordid touch. But he didn't stop eating her out, redoubling his efforts, his tongue thrust and parried inside her pussy. He wriggled his tongue against her g-spot, never letting her body come down from her climax.
Lucy's body coiled in on itself as she spiraled higher into oblivion.
The second climax decimated her control and now she was the one shaking and sputtering from the force of her release. And then he rose up over her, taking her mouth with his. It was heady tasting herself on his mouth.
Little spurts of fear slithered in her veins as he positioned himself on top of her. Lucy fought for dominance then. They rolled around the bed, tangled up as their passion rose. Need pounded in her veins as they held a battle of wills for who would be the one on top. When they were both huffing, Jesse surrendered, allowing her body into position on top of him. She helped him with the condom, rolling it over his length and protecting them both. And then she lifted her hips, fit him at her entrance, and was thrusting down over his length.
They groaned in unison. And then Lucy had no more thoughts as she rode Jesse. He gripped her hips as he hammered his cock inside her. She met him stroke for stroke. At the brutal pace they set between them, it wasn't long before the stirrings of what she knew was her last climax of the evening stirred in her loins. Through it all, Jesse was right there with her. Their gazes locked as their combined orgasm barreled through them.
She leaned forward, damn near wilting over the top of Jesse as her tremors subsided. He gripped her head, his fingers sliding into her h
air as he kissed her. Lucy felt her soul shatter and closed her eyes against the moisture that had crept inside.
She lay over him, nestled against his strong body, more complete than she had ever felt before. And even though it terrified her, how much she was coming to care about this man, she shoved the fear aside, choosing to stay present and enjoy being surrounded in him.
Lucy didn't even mind when his arms circled her back and cradled her against him.
Chapter Eleven
Jesse stepped under the hot spray of his shower, his thoughts filled with the previous night. He still couldn't believe he'd allowed Lucy to peg him. It had been one of the most sexually explicit and explosive encounters of his life. And considering some of the experiences he had tucked under his belt, that was saying something. He'd all but crawled inside Lucy. She stirred him something fierce. If he was honest, she made him want things he'd never before even considered with another woman—like permanence.
The sound of his bedroom door shutting made him hurry. If Lucy was ready for another go around he wasn't in the slightest bit going to turn her down. She could tie him down and do whatever the hell she wanted to him. Livewires of anticipation buzzed in his blood as he shut the water off.
He wrapped a black towel about his waist and sauntered into his bedroom just as the door to his room opened again. It took a minute for the scene to fully sink in to his brain. Veronica, his one-time fling, reclined in naked splendor on the bed, wearing nothing but wrist cuffs and a collar. At his door stood a stunned Lucy wrapped in a robe, her silky golden legs, the long miles of them, bare down to her painted toes. Her façade shifted from shocked horror to fire engine red disgust. Jesse all but ignored Veronica, more concerned about the hurt look in Lucy's eyes he glimpsed, which she attempted to cover with anger.
"Master, what took you so long?" Veronica sighed.
He shot her a look of disgust. "Get the fuck out of my room, Veronica. I didn't invite you here and you have no business being in my room."
Jesse shifted his gaze back to Lucy. "Lucy, we didn't… I know how this must look."
"It was fun while it lasted, J-man. Do me a favor, will you?" Lucy said.
"Anything," he swore.
"Eat shit." Lucy slammed from his room with all the fury of Valkyries storming the castle.
At Veronica's sharp laugh, rage clawed up his back until he was riddled with it. He swiveled and approached her. Looking at her now, the tightness of her smile, the petty victory gleaming in her eyes, made him wonder what the hell he had even seen in her. She'd never been anything more than a piece of ass—and not even a very good one at that. She almost purred as he neared. Instead of accepting her revolting offer, he snatched her up off his bed rather roughly.
"Hey, sugar, I know you like it rough but—" she began, then dug her heels in as he yanked the door to his room open and shoved her into the hallway. "Jesse, what are you doing?" she screeched. "I'm your sub, we have a thing. I forgive you for bedding the Amazon."
Jesse glared in disgust. "You're not my sub. We were never exclusive."
"But I love you, baby. You're the only Master I want."
"I can never be your Master, Veronica. We had a fling and it ended a long time ago."
"You son of a bitch, you think you can use me, me of all people, and then throw me away like yesterday's garbage? I'll make you pay for this—"
"I already have, in spades. I'm reporting you to FIA, Veronica. You'll never work the racing circuit again, and I can promise you that. You might want to get your affairs in order. Oh, and one more thing, don't you ever come near me or Lucy again."
He slammed the door, throwing the lock.
Fuck!
His good mood had disintegrated into dust and he was left wondering how the hell he was going to fix things with Lucy. Jesse reached for his pants just as his phone rang. The name on the screen filled him with dread. So far, today had maneuvered from life in the fast party lane to broken down on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.
* * *
Lucy slammed the door to her room. It reverberated with a resounding thud and she leaned against it. She was such a fool. She'd known he was a Dom. That the attraction, his feigned interest, had been nothing more than a walk on the wild side. A guy like Jesse didn't settle down, certainly not with another Domme. Something like this was bound to happen sooner rather than later.
She just wished it would have happened sooner. That she'd been more guarded with him. He'd made her feel, dammit, which was something she rarely allowed herself to do when it came to men. She didn't want a man to matter in her life. The last time a man had mattered was when she'd been a little girl. And that man had beaten her, abused her, and tossed her away like she was no better than dog shit needing to be wiped off a sneaker.
She didn't care about Jesse, she swore she didn't.
Except the wetness leaking down her cheeks called her a big fat liar. She covered her face with her hands and smelled him on her. A sob tore from her throat. She raced into the bathroom, practically ripping her bathrobe in half as she hurried into the shower.
She scrubbed his essence from her body, tears filling her eyes as she noted the small bruises on her hips from where his fingers had dug in. She ignored how chafed her inner thighs felt and the fact that she had a hickey just below her left nipple.
What's done is done. She had one more night here. She and Zoey could go to the DFC and she could find another sub to lose herself in. Or she'd drink her sorrows away. It didn't matter. She was flying home tomorrow, anyhow.
Lucy scrubbed every nook and cranny as her tears waned. She wanted as few reminders of her time with Jesse as possible. Shutting the water off, she toweled herself dry and selected the thick black robe offered to Mullardoch Manor guests with their stay, instead of the silky blue number of hers. She didn't feel like impressing anyone, especially a man right now.
She was craving carbs. Heaps of them, in the form of pancakes, piled high with butter and maple syrup with a side of bacon. She rarely indulged but this morning she had every intention of it. Lucy walked back into her room, her mind on fluffy buttermilk pancakes, and felt like she had been sucker punched in the gut.
Jesse sat on the white leather couch, standing as she entered. Blast it all, she'd forgotten to turn the lock. Stupid, stupid, stupid on her part. She stiffened her spine. 'Never let them see you sweat' was a motto she'd adopted while playing with the big boys at her accounting firm. She dug up every ounce of strength inside herself as she faced off with him.
"Get out," she muttered, casting as haughty a glare as she possessed in her arsenal. She wanted to drive home that they were through with as much of a fuck off attitude as possible.
"Lucy, let me explain," Jessie started.
She shook her head, folding her arms against her chest in a protective stance. "Oh, I think my little forage into your room this morning explained all I need to know."
"But, if you'd just let me—"
"Jesse, we both went into this with our eyes open. We're both Doms and this was going to happen sooner rather than later. Let's take it for what it was, a little bit of fun, and leave it be. Then you can go back to your sub without a guilty conscience. No harm, no foul."
"She's not my sub. She was, but she hasn't been since my accident. Lucy, my life… fuck, I'm not the best guy in the world. My life until this past April revolved around scoring the biggest payday racing, advancing up Formula One ranks, and I wasn't in any way, shape or form a monk. Far from it," he commented almost introspectively.
"It doesn't matter. It's over. Let move on."
He stared at her then, like he was trying to divine the innermost workings of her soul. "It does matter to me. Lucy my life was—is—a mess, but out of everything that has happened, you've been the best part. I want—"
She cut him off, holding up a hand to stop his diatribe mid-sentence. She couldn't hear any more or she would cave. His words were like pouring acid on a still bleeding wound.
When he shifted to move toward her, she backpedaled to the bathroom door. "When I come back out, I expect you to be gone. Please don't make a fuss and if the last few days meant anything to you, then do us both a favor and leave."
Lucy shut the bathroom door, locking it. She went and sat on the vanity lounge chair. And she waited, listening for the doorway to the hall to open and close. She sat there, rubbing her chest, trying to assuage the grief clogging up her lungs, and telling herself that she wasn't a coward for not listening to his pleas of innocence when the evidence and proof pointed in the opposite direction.
It was no more than five minutes before she heard the door open and shut. Needing time alone, she threw open the bathroom door and, finding the bedroom blessedly empty, walked over to the door and turned the lock.
And the fact that she was whimpering and tears fell so fast she could barely see as she did so, didn't mean anything. Nope, it didn't mean anything at all.
Chapter Twelve
Lucy spent the afternoon with Zoey. She plastered a smile on her face, giving the impression that she was happy as a clam. When, if anything, she felt her heart shattering into a million pieces. Her brief time in Scotland was almost at an end, as was getting to see her best friend regularly—and the surprising love affair with Jesse.
Lucy's emotions were in such a downward spiral she wasn't certain which one took more precedence. One issue she had made a decision on was that she needed to act like a damn grown-up and talk to Jesse instead of running and hiding. Time to pull on the big girl pants. Maybe, if her emotions weren't already in such a whirlwind due to the upcoming separation from Zoey, she would have handled this morning better. As it was, she was making decisions based solely on emotion instead of logic.