I turned out her light, headed back into my room and closed the door all but an inch. I’d done the best I could do. I’d done all I could do. I’d let her know I was a broken man, a depraved beast. I’d let her know how I would use her and that once I started I couldn’t stop. Now it was up to her to stay the fuck away.
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A 10,000 square foot house had never felt so small. After my morning workout, I started to head for the kitchen for some fuel. She was in there, humming and fixing something that smelled good, maybe an omelet. I turned around and headed in the other direction.
Down in the exercise room, I paced the floor. A man could only workout so much. I’d been pushing the limits with two daily sessions of cardio and weights plus laps in the pool. Any more than that risked injury. But I couldn’t leave the house and after five hours of exercise there were still 19 more hours left in the day to fill with something other than fucking Gigi. I was running out of ideas.
I heard her coming down the stairs and I beat her to it, heading out the other door like I was avoiding her. Because I was avoiding her. And even after everything I’d said to her last night, it felt like she wasn’t avoiding me. I’d figured she’d be disgusted and furious, maybe tell me I was a pig and needed to keep my hands to myself. But she wasn’t hiding herself away. It was almost as if she were seeking me out.
I watched TV, swam some laps and took a shower upstairs, painfully hard. It would make sense to jack-off. But even that felt dangerous. Coming in my hand would feel good, but it would add powerful fuel to the fire, making me vividly picture how good it would feel to come on her, in her, over and over again.
After drying off, I pulled on a T-shirt and shorts and figured I’d try the kitchen again. But then I got a glimpse, down at the pool. Our bedrooms faced the back of the house and I had a good view. She was lying out in a lounge chair in the late afternoon sunshine, only this time she wasn’t wearing the robe.
Downstairs in seconds, I stopped at the sliding glass door leading out to the patio. Standing at it, panting like an animal in heat, I watched her. She wore a string bikini, even skimpier than the kind she wore that summer we were together. It barely covered her breasts, teasing more than providing any modesty, two small triangles with such generous mounds exposed around them. The strip below was so small I knew she had to be bare.
Then she started rubbing herself with lotion. It wasn’t the 50 SPF zinc type we needed out in the desert. This looked more like oil, the kind I’d use to massage or lube her up so she’d be nice and ready. She went slowly, rubbing herself in lazy circles, wriggling in her chair as she moved up her thighs. What. The. Fuck.
I burst out like I had flames licking at my heels. Standing over her, I cast a long shadow over her oiled body. “Fuck are you doing?” She didn’t know it, but there were at least five guys surrounding our property, armed and guarding us. They had good vantage points, and they sure as hell would watch any show she put on.
“Dom…” She wasn’t wearing sunglasses so I could see the nervousness in her eyes, the hesitation as she looked down. But then her hands started moving again, sliding along her thighs, working the oil into her skin. “Dom, I—”
“I warned you,” I growled, my hands fisted at my sides, nostrils flared.
“I…” She looked up at me and I could see her nipples pressing against the thin fabric. She was aroused, lying there below me, rubbing herself. “I don’t want you to stay away from me.”
Fiercely, I lunged at her, grabbing her and hauling her over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry. She squealed in surprise as I took her inside, away from any watchful eyes. I dropped her onto the couch, placing my hands on either side, caging her with my body. I claimed her mouth, kissing her, marking her, plunging my tongue into her recesses, letting her know. Now, she was mine. She shivered and sighed, kissing me back, moaning in the back of her throat, her tongue twining and caressing, her lips soft and yielding and asking for more.
Grabbing her around the waist, I sat down on the couch and positioned her down and across my waist. Ass up in the air over my lap, she struggled with surprise. I caressed her bare cheeks, the bikini nothing more than a string between them.
“You should have stayed away.” I spoke to her in a low voice. She was slick with oil and I palmed her ass cheek, massaging it, working it. “I warned you.” I untied one side, then the other of her ridiculous bikini bottom, then did the same with her top. She trembled as I pulled her closer to me, rough.
“But you didn’t stay away, did you?” Grabbing her hip with my hand, I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her rear, holding her still and completely exposed. “You were a bad girl, down by the pool in your bikini, rubbing oil on yourself so I could see.” She moaned as I traced the curve of her buttocks, lightly caressed her inner thighs. I had her back arched and her ass so high up I could see the start of her pussy, and the revealing gleam of arousal. “You wanted me to see you, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she sighed, pushing her ass into my hand. She wanted this. She wanted everything I’d told her I’d do to her. Heat seared through me and I raised my hand, landing it down hard onto her soft, pale rear. Her squeal and the pink blush that arose on her cheek drove me further. I spread her ass cheeks and gave her a long lick, all the way down from her pussy up the seam to her hole. She gripped the couch cushion with her fingers.
I gave her asshole a swirl with my tongue. “Dom?” she asked, nervous and tense. I reared back and gave her ass a firm smack, then another.
“You’re mine now, princess.” Whack, my hand came down on her again, making her nice and pink. “You asked for this and now you’re going to take the consequences.”
“But—” she started to protest. I dove into her again, eating her pussy, holding her ass up, parting her cheeks and thighs with my hands. She was so easy to bend and move, so small in my hands. I could do anything I wanted with her, and right now I wanted to make her come. I licked and sucked, pulsing against her swollen clit. She was close, I could tell, slick and panting, so I stopped. I wanted her to come from her spanking, to give that to me, show me she knew who owned her now.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” I asked, caressing her ass, positioning her back down over my lap. She whimpered and squirmed, panting for breath. “You’re so close you’re going to come when I spank you.”
My palm landed down hard and firm, my thumb hitting her clit. Her thighs clenched and she grunted as I spanked her again, giving her clit a nice swipe. “Aren’t you? Show me you know I’m in charge now, Gigi,” I commanded. “Show me you want it that way.”
I spanked her again, my hand coming down relentless, hard on her soft cheeks and she came apart, sobbing and climaxing and coming for me just how I wanted.
“Dom, yes, I, oh…” She cried out and came, shuddering and giving herself to me. I watched her, naked, writhing on me, my gaze dark and hooded. Yes. This was what I wanted. I’d had dark needs deep within me for a long, long time. I’d tamped them down, but now it was time to let them out.
“Go upstairs and wait for me in your bedroom,” I ordered her, not giving her time to fully recover. She was not going to get it. I would push her limits, test them then make her crave more. “Do not put on clothes.”
She rose, shaking, her ass pink, her hair messy. I’d have that long, gorgeous hair in knots before long. Then I’d bathe her and soothe her and get her clean and relaxed and rosy, so I’d get her nasty all over again. There was no turning back now.
15
Gigi
What had I done? I scampered upstairs, fear and nerves and anticipation and arousal all swirling in a heady cocktail through my body and brain. He’d warned me. He’d warned me in such explicit terms, leaving nothing to my imagination.
But that was the problem. I’d been fantasizing for years about him doing exactly the kinds of things he threatened to do to me. Everyone else around me saw a good girl, the one in the cashme
re sweater set and pearls who planned parties and met deadlines. But they didn’t know what I thought about at night, by myself. When I couldn’t resist, I’d slip my fingers down and imagine Dom tying me down. I’d even fantasized about him forcing me to suck his cock. He’d push me down on my knees, make me take him in all the way. I didn’t know if something was wrong with me for wanting it. All I heard from other girls was how gross it was, and I’d never even tried it with another man. But with Dom? Picturing doing that for him, especially if he got rough with me? I’d come to that image more times than I could count.
And now I’d waved the red flag in front of the bull. I’d watched the tension mounting in Dom over the past couple of days. I’d seen the bulge in his shorts, the one he’d turn away from me to hide. I’d noticed how he was drawn to look at my ass, my nipples especially when they’d tighten with arousal under his gaze. We’d been dancing around each other, making every hour seem longer than the last.
Last night was the naughtiest I’d ever been. I’d spent the last four years shutting men down like it was my job. I’d never even gotten naked with one, let alone show him my drenched pussy. But it was like I was a woman possessed, as if a switch had been flipped in me and now I couldn’t turn it off. Maybe that was the problem, I’d been so repressed for so long so now. I had such pent-up sexual energy and now that we were trapped together, nowhere to escape, nowhere to hide, it had pushed me over the edge. I’d not only touched myself, knowing he was in the next room, I’d let myself call out his name as I came on my fingers. I’d moaned it, low and pleading. He’d responded, exactly like I’d fantasized about so many nights. Rough, dominating, promising to force me to do such filthy things and love them.
He might have wanted to frighten me off, but instead he’d gotten me so turned on I could barely see straight. The next morning I’d deliberately gone into the master bedroom and picked out the tiniest, most outrageous bikini I could find. I’d worn it in front of the mirror, striking poses, unable to believe I was going to wear it in front of him. But I needed to. I was going crazy with lust. He had himself under lockdown with some misconception that it was the right thing to do. I had to let him know in no uncertain terms, I needed him to do the wrong thing. He kept trying to be good, but I desperately needed him to be bad.
I’d found the baby oil and, shaking with nerves, positioned myself out on a lounge chair. I’d started slow, a small bit of oil on my arms. It had felt good, in the sunshine. Every inch of my skin was tingling with arousal. It didn’t take long to start getting into it, pouring more oil in my palms, rubbing and massaging it into my skin.
Then, like my fantasies, he’d come. And now, here I was, up in my bedroom wondering what would happen next? He’d told me to head up and wait for him. And he’d told me not to put on clothes. But would he make me wait for long? I didn’t think I could wait too long for him. At least not without slipping my fingers down again.
I sat on the edge of the bed and my ass tingled, sensitive from my spanking. A flush of warmth pulsed through my core at the memory. The way it felt with his rough, large palm possessing me, claiming my ass. My clit throbbed and I sighed, closing my eyes. I didn’t want to wonder why it felt good. I wanted more.
The door opened. Dom stormed in, looking determined and driven. My eyes widened in anticipation and, even though I wanted whatever he did to me, a touch of fear. I was so inexperienced. It turned me on when he was rough, but I couldn’t help but feel scared. He was so huge, so massive standing there before me, and I knew now he wouldn’t hold back.
“On your knees.” He pointed to the floor. Trembling, I complied, slowly standing, then dropping to my knees next to the bed where he wanted me. He took off his T-shirt, his muscles rippling as he moved, his abs standing out in such definition I wanted to lick each ridge. Then he slipped his shorts and briefs off, tossed them in the corner and stood before me completely naked, the portrait of a magnificent man.
He took his huge, hard cock in his hands and palmed the length, looking down at me. “You see what you’ve done?”
I looked at his cock in his hands, so swollen and purple. It wasn’t fair that he got to touch and I didn’t. I’d been wanting to do that for so long. I licked my lips, wanting to taste.
“You’ve been touching yourself, getting off,” he reprimanded me. “You came last night and the night before. Then you came from my spanking. Now it’s my turn.”
A drop of precome formed at his tip, and I parted my lips. I bet he’d taste so good.
“You want this?” he asked, heavy, watching me.
“Yes,” I whispered, on my knees.
“Do you want to suck it?”
It looked so big and male and I wanted to give him pleasure, to see his face as I kissed and licked and sucked him, making him feel so good. “Yes, please,” I pleaded, not caring if I sounded desperate. “I want to.” I started toward him, inching on my knees, reaching out with my hands.
“Stay still,” he chastised. “I’m in charge.” I stopped and watched as he strode swiftly into his room. Was he leaving? Then he came back with a leather belt. He held it in both hands, then pulled it taught with a snap. “I think you’re so naughty you need to be tied up.”
He walked behind me and grabbed my wrists, pulling them behind my back. It felt scary and exhilarating all at once. I trusted Dom with my life. After all, he’d saved it more than once. But still, this made me so vulnerable, naked and kneeling on the floor as he bound my wrists together with his belt. He wrapped them a couple times, then fastened the buckle. I felt him check, a finger beneath the belt, to make sure it wasn’t too tight, and I sighed. With Dom, it felt so right to give myself over to him. He’d take care of me, completely, in ways I didn’t even know I needed.
I kneeled there, feeling strangely freed by my restraints. Now I had to serve him. I could surrender to the fantasy. He stood and walked to the side, my back, then my front, all the while surveying his work, my wrists bound, my breasts thrust out and exposed, my mouth at exactly the right height to work his cock.
He stepped closer, palming his length. I licked my lips and when I opened my mouth a hushed whimper came out. I wanted him so badly.
“Just the tip, now baby. You suck the tip for me.” I opened wider and finally, finally he gave me the crown of his cock in my hot, wet mouth. Moaning, I sucked, tasting him for the first time. Salty and sexy, so male and delicious, I swirled my tongue and sucked and groaned it felt and tasted so good.
“Fuck, Gigi,” he groaned. I looked up at him, licking and kissing his tip. He gazed down at me with such heated desire in his eyes. It spurred me on, made me want more. I couldn’t wait to make him come. I took more of him in my mouth, opening wide, still only just past the tip but moving down his shaft. He swore and fisted my hair in his hand, drawing me off.
“I said the tip,” he growled, panting. “You need to do what I say.” I whimpered again, wanting so much more, but he had my hair in his grip tight. “Do it slow, Gigi. I want to last. And I’m big. You’re going to need to go slow and relax your throat to take me all the way in. Let me guide you.”
I relaxed under his control, letting him guide my head, feeding his cock to me a little at a time. All I had to do was open wide and enjoy having Dom in my mouth after all this time. I moaned again, closing my eyes to the sensation. The pull of my bindings, the rough clutch of his fingers in my hair, the velvety smooth yet hard sensation of his cock on my tongue. I opened my eyes again to look up into his eyes, loving the hunger there, the desire I had sparked.
Using a lot of saliva, I licked and sucked, loving the underside of his crown. He groaned and tilted his head back. So I did it again, tentative, exploring, pressing that spot beneath his head and he groaned again. Oh, so much to explore on this man, and it was so much fun discovering what he liked. I felt an ache between my thighs, my arousal growing.
“Ready for more?” he asked and I moaned, sucking on him hard and nodding, letting him know I wanted it. I didn’
t know honestly if I could take all of him in. He had to be nine inches and so thick, but I really wanted to try. I opened wide and he thrust, a little, a little more, until he hit my gag reflex. My eyes watered and I tensed, making a nervous sound in my throat.
“Relax, baby,” he reassured me, petting my hair. “Relax your throat.” But I’d never done this before. I didn’t know what he was talking about and suddenly I panicked that I wouldn’t be able to do it. What if that was what happened, that I wanted to be Dom’s super-hot sex toy but when I finally got my chance and gave it my all I failed? What if I didn’t know how to give him a good blow job?
He must have read my reaction on my face, and I realized I had a tear on my cheek when he withdrew and kneeled down to me, wiping my tear with his thumb. “Gigi, Gigi.” He wrapped his arms around me, drawing me to his chest. “Gigi, shit.”
“No, Dom,” I shook my head, letting myself cry now. “I’m ruining everything.”
“What are you talking about?” He tilted my head up, his hand under my chin. “That felt amazing and you hadn’t even really started.”
“But that’s the problem.” I buried my head in his shoulder, hating myself, hating that I was a good little girl even when I tried to be bad. “I’ve never done this before.”
I felt his body freeze, tense. I prepared myself for his rejection. Now he knew I was a goody-goody virgin with no experience still after all these years. It wasn’t normal, and it wasn’t hot.
“What do you mean?” He held himself so still.
Nothing to do but tell the truth, I picked my head up. “I’ve never gone down on a guy. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
He repeated my words, sounding wooden. “You’ve never gone down on anyone?”
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