Undeniable: Dom & Gigi

by Callie Harper

  “Dom!” she gasped. Her bra and dress pushed her breasts up and together, forcing them out as if in an offering, her nipples so bare and pink. “That looks…”

  “Sexy as fuck.” I bent down to lick them. Looking up with a wicked smile, I asked, “You know what I like?” I reached over to my drink. “I like it when I shock you.” I brought my ice cube to her nipple and she sat up straight with the chill, the sensation rocketing through her. “I like it when your eyes widen and you look a little nervous. Like you don’t know what I’m going to do next.” I dropped the cube back in the glass, then brought my finger between her legs and stroked her silky panties.

  “Oh!” She bit her lip, wriggling on my lap. “You do make me feel that way.” One hand on her breasts, the other slipping into her slick pussy, I made her sigh. “But then it feels so good to trust you.”

  “Do you trust me, baby?” I pinched her nipple, making her moan. She did like a little pain.

  “Yes.” She looked up at me with a hint of breathless anticipation. My cock throbbed against her, ready. “What do you want to do?”

  “It wouldn’t be any fun if I told you ahead of time.” I decided dinner was over. It was time to head upstairs. I was an observant guy. I’d noticed a few things around, household items that a deviant like me could put to good use in unusual ways. Now it was time to see how Gigi liked it.

  Up in the master suite, I pointed to the bed. “Get naked and lie down on your back. And Gigi.” I stepped closer, my hand under her chin, tilting her so she’d look in my eyes. “You tell me if you want to stop. I’m about to push your limits. I think you’ll like it very much. But you tell me if you don’t.”

  She gulped and nodded, then started to strip. I watched her, noting she trembled slightly as she pulled down her panties and unclasped her bra, a jumble of nerves and anticipation. Damn if my cock didn’t love her eagerness mingled in with her sweet innocence.

  In the laundry room, I’d found some clothespins. They were wooden with smooth tips. I’d loosed the springs a bit so they wouldn’t be cruel. They’d provide just enough pain to heighten her awareness, make her pant and twist and feel wrong, so wrong for liking it. I headed out to retrieve them and one other item down in the kitchen. When I came back, she was lying just like I’d told her, waiting for me.

  She watched me, biting her lip, her ribcage rising and falling fast as I used some rope to bind her wrists to the bedposts. This time, I used more, spreading her wide, a loop around her knees bound up to her wrists. Nothing too tight, nothing to cause pain, just enough to provide that feeling of complete vulnerability.

  “How do you feel?” I asked, circling her around the bed, watching her there bound and naked for me. “Does anything hurt?”

  “No, it’s…” she panted, watching me with wide eyes. “It’s good.” I rounded the bed, settling at her pussy where I could see it glistening with arousal.

  I kneeled down to inspect her, spreading her lips to see her arousal. “You like it. Tied up and spread for me.”

  She whimpered, her eyes closed, maybe shocking herself with how much what I said was true. I was introducing her to her inner sub, and how much it pleased her to serve.

  “I have something for you.” I took out the clothespins from my pocket and held them up so she could see.

  “Um…” she panted, looking nervous. “Those…?”

  “Let me show you.” I brought them to her breasts, circling them around. She quivered beneath me, watching my every move. Gently, with great care, I opened one and clamped it on her aroused tip.

  “Oooh!” She arched her back, her eyes closing.

  “How’s that, baby?” I moved slowly to the other side, watching her pant.

  “It’s…oh!”

  I pinched the other as well, watching her writhe in her restraints. The arousal I scented and saw on her pussy told me why. She loved it.

  “I like how those clamps look on you,” I praised her. “But you tell me if it’s too much.” She moaned but didn’t say stop.

  “Now I have something else for you.” I’d found an interesting kitchen tool. It was a mortar and pestle, the kind a chef might use to grind up fresh herbs and spices. The mortar wasn’t what I was interested in, it was the pestle. Smooth, cool and marble, it lay heavy in my hand, about eight inches long and two inches wide with a nice rounded tip. Yes, I thought it would do nicely.

  I held it up for her to see. “Wait, what—?” she started, but then her voice eased into a moan as I brought it to her pussy, rolling the cool, heavy marble over her swollen, exposed clit. She pushed her pussy up against it, wanting more, and I knew staying there would bring its own satisfactions. But I was a dark man with dark appetites. I slipped it lower.

  She tensed again, looking up, worried. “Dom?”

  “Relax, Gigi.” I soothed her, stroking her thighs, my finger to her clit again. “I’ve got you.” Kneeling, I got up close and started with my fingers, circling her asshole, then starting to massage. Her tight ring fought me, and she whimpered as I entered.

  “That’s it,” I encouraged her, feeling her relax into the pleasure, using lots of lube. “See how good it feels?” I slipped in two fingers, then stood to look at her face. Lips parted, eyes closed, she moaned with deep pleasure. Nipples clamped, legs spread, my fingers fucking her ass, she was losing herself to sensation, just how I wanted her.

  “Now trust me, Gigi. Let me do this.” First I rolled the marble along her pussy, getting it nice and slick. She tensed as I removed my fingers from her ass and replaced them with the cool, smooth rounded tip at her entrance. I brought my fingers to her clit and circled, pressed, as I slowly, slowly eased the marble shaft past her tight ring.

  “Oooh, Dom!” she panted, pulling against her restraints. “That’s so big.”

  “It’s stretching you, Gigi.” I watched exactly where I’d entered her, mesmerized by how it looked, opening her up, preparing her for my cock. “Can you take it in for me? Like a good girl?”

  “Uh.” She panted and quivered, more slick arousal seeping from her pussy, dripping down to her ass.

  “Work for me, baby.” I moved it farther in, three or four inches, thrusting slowly, in, then out. She started moaning, tossing her head to the side. “You like that, don’t you, princess? You can admit it to me.”

  “Ugh! Yes!” The confession ripped from her lips.

  I smiled with satisfaction, watching her body writhe, her gorgeous, soft skin coated in a sheen of sweat. She was such a bad girl and only I knew. “You like me fucking your ass, baby?”

  “Oh yes, Dom,” she sobbed, shaking, pushing her ass down on the marble. “Yes.”

  I didn’t want to go too far, didn’t want to lose my grip, so I kept it at about five inches max, enough to stretch her, but not as much as my cock would. I pushed it slow, in and out, in and out. Her stomach clenched, her thighs quivered and she grunted as she took it up the ass.

  “You need to come, baby?” I asked. “Does it feel too good, tied up, me fucking your ass?”

  “Please,” she begged, shivering, whimpering. “I need to.”

  “Yes,” I soothed her, “I know you need to come.” But selfish me, I wanted her to come on my cock. I removed the pestle, but not the clamps, and quickly untied her. “Up on your hands and knees.” After I took off my shorts and shirt, I helped her move. She was somewhat disoriented, almost dazed with her unfulfilled lust.

  “I need you to come on my cock, baby.” I mounted her from behind and sank into her pussy, burying myself in her in one thrust. She screamed, clutching the sheets in her hands. It felt so good in her bare. I’d only done it a couple of times, knowing it was risky. I was clean and I knew she was, too. That wasn’t what I was worried about. It was my ability to pull out from heaven.

  Her pussy fit me tight and wet as I pumped into her, grabbing onto her hips, thrusting up inside of her. My balls slapped against her, both of us sweaty, groaning, as I worked her mercilessly.

  “I’m g
oing to come, Dom. I’m going to come,” she sobbed, clutching the sheets.

  “Yes, come,” I roared, fucking her harder than I ever had, pistoning into her. Bending over, I unclasped the nipple clamps, letting sensation pour into her right as she climaxed.

  “In me!” she screamed. “Come inside me.”

  I couldn’t stop. At her urging, knowing it would be the best feeling I ever had in my life, I came deep inside of her. Her pussy milked my cock, squeezing it as she orgasmed, both of us coming together.

  “Oh, all of it,” she moaned, and I shot out more, letting myself release into her hot, wet paradise.

  As we came down, our breathing slowing, she collapsed onto the bed and I pulled her onto my chest. We lay together with our hearts pounding, sweaty and messy. Instead of “Damn, what did I just do?” thoughts, I had the other kind. It felt so right to come inside her.

  I wanted her pregnant, her pretty belly rounding with my child. Then I’d have a reason to keep her. It would be my duty to protect her for the rest of our lives, to care for her and keep her and our growing family safe. If I didn’t already know I was crazy, now I had proof.

  19

  Gigi

  Somehow, I sensed our time together was coming to an end. Dom didn’t say anything, but I could feel it. The tension in him, the way he looked at me sometimes as if he were about to say good-bye. I knew he was making plans, the type it was better if I didn’t know the details. I prayed for the safety of my brother and Caroline, as well as everyone else in our family.

  But I didn’t want to lose Dom. Yesterday, when we’d sat out by the pool and talked about the towns we liked down south, a future together had seemed so close. It was as if I could feel him envisioning it, right along with me. That little house I dreamed of fixing up all nice? It was him I dreamed of filling it with me, him and a bunch of kids running around the yard.

  Was I crazy? Maybe. I’d be walking away from the life I’d always known. But when what you knew didn’t make you happy, not in that deep down way, I thought it made sense to make a change.

  I couldn’t explain exactly what it was about Dom that drew me to him like a magnet, but it had always been there between us. I trusted him completely and always would. Even when he did filthy, nasty things to me. Things it turned out I loved.

  I stretched on the couch where I was lounging in a bikini, supposedly reading while Dom worked out. I couldn’t muster the energy to exercise. He was working me out too hard in other ways for me to exert any energy on a treadmill.

  Last night I’d let him tie me up, clamp clothespins on my nipples and fuck my ass with a pestle. And if he hadn’t stopped when he did, I would have come blindingly hard for him, exactly like that. It was so erotic, feeling dominated that way while knowing he’d never hurt me. It was as if when I put myself completely in his hands, he knew how to transport me to an entirely new, intense level of pleasure. Tied up, all my senses felt heightened, riveted on exactly what he was doing to me. When he knelt to inspect me, finding my arousal, it made me even wetter every time.

  “What are you thinking about?” Dom came in the room, looking huge and sweaty and magnificent. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and frankly there should be a law requiring him to stay that way at all times. It was a crime to cover up those muscles, all rippling and pumped from his workout.

  “Come here and I’ll tell you.” I smiled up at him, flirty. I was gaining confidence. And damn if it didn’t feel as if our time together was fleeting. He walked over, stalking with masculine confidence even as he did what I asked. I didn’t know how he did it, radiating such alpha power without seeming arrogant. He never came off cocky, only sure of himself, a deep sense of his own power. Maybe that was what drew me to him.

  He sat down next to me and pulled me onto his lap. “I’m all sweaty. But you asked for it.”

  I let my fingers roam his slick muscles, admiring every inch, tracing his tattoos. “I like you sweaty.” I drew a pattern on his chest, right over his heart. “No tattoo here?” As I felt the heat of his bare skin on my fingertips, my heart raced.

  “Why, you want me to put something there?” His eyes looked so dark as he circled my waist with his hands. I nodded. “What do you want?”

  I smiled, mischievous, writing a word out in script. “Princess.”

  He threw back his head and laughed, but pulled me closer as he did it. “Princess, huh?” I smiled, pressing against him, never getting enough. Was I the woman who’d gone 23 years without having sex? Now, apparently, I could barely go a few hours. It was just that he was so close to me, smelling so good, and I could feel him growing hard against my thigh as I pressed into him.

  “You haven’t told me what you were thinking about when I walked in.” He dropped his mouth to my throat, and I tipped it back for him. I loved it when he sucked, right on the edge of pain. It shot right to my core, drenching my pussy, the feeling of him marking me. “I want to know. It looked good.”

  My hand traveled down, enjoying the pathway, down his abs, coming to rest along his thick, hard shaft. I squeezed it through his nylon shorts, circling the tip. “I was thinking about last night.”

  “Yeah?” His voice sounded heavy and husky. He watched my hand slowly move up and down the outline of his cock.

  “I was thinking about how much I liked it. And I can’t wait…” I trailed off, a wave of embarrassment engulfing me. It was one thing to be completely lost in the moment, tied up and on the cusp of an orgasm when I admitted it. But to tell him right then how much I was looking forward to him fucking my ass, suddenly it seemed like too much.

  “Hmm.” He cupped his fingers around my chin and tilted my gaze up to meet his. “What’s this? Shy?” I smiled a little and blushed. “Interesting.” He brushed his thumb along my lower lip. “I wonder if I can get it out of you.”

  He stood and offered me his hand. “I was headed up for a shower. Want to join me?”

  I followed him up the stairs, already feeling so blissed out. We got in the shower, all steamy, and took our time, soaping each other up, kissing. I loved his cock. In the heat, I explored it with my hands, with my mouth. After a while, he brought his hands under my arms and lifted me up, kissing me full on the mouth. “That feels so good but I know where I want to come.”

  He toweled me off and lifted me up and carried me to the bed. I felt so relaxed and warm, in a near constant state of arousal around him. He climbed in with me and we kissed and touched. I couldn’t even tell where my body ended and his began, our mouths, hands, legs, everything intertwined until it felt as if our heartbeats, our breathing, everything was in sync.

  His fingers found my clit, as they always did, and I sighed into him, parting my legs. He kept it slow and leisurely, giving me a lot of time to feel it build. And think about what he might do to me on that bed.

  “So, what were you thinking about down on the couch?” he whispered in my ear, cupping my body to his. I felt so surrounded, his massive shoulders dwarfing mine, his thick bicep reaching down my body as he played with my pussy. The curtains were drawn. We hadn’t turned on the light. It felt like our dark, secret fantasy playground.

  “I was thinking about how good it felt when you touched me,” I admitted, still feeling somewhat shy.

  “Come on,” Dom pushed his thumb into my clit. “You can do better than that. Tell me what you want.” Slowly, slowly he removed his fingers. Then he brought them behind to where I quivered with anticipation. As I felt his lubed fingers slick over my asshole, I started to pant. He’d made me think so much about it over the past few days, made me start to crave it.

  “Was this what you were thinking about?” he asked, still so gentle, his voice and his fingers coaxing, prodding. When he slipped a finger past my tight ring, I moaned, soft, into the darkness. “Is this what you want?”

  “Mmm,” I purred into his touch, my body alive with need.

  He slipped a second finger into me, my pussy providing more than enough lube to slide right in. “Was th
is what you wanted?” He was teasing me now, reading me right, seeing me pant and moan. “Or did you want more?” He pressed his cock against my soft ass cheek.

  “Yes.” I sighed, pushing back against him. I wanted it. I knew it would hurt. He’d stretch me so much. But I wanted him to sink into me deep.

  “I want you to say it for me, baby.” He still coaxed me, so sweet. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want your cock up my ass,” I groaned, confessing. “I need it, Dom. Please fuck my ass.”

  “Yes,” he grit out, harsh. He withdrew his fingers, giving my soft cheek a sharp spank. “That’s it.” Still naked from the shower, he didn’t need to remove any clothing. He just speared his cock between my thighs, coating it in my juices. I trembled with anticipation.

  “Let me take control,” Dom whispered, spreading my ass cheeks. “You breathe, relax and let me in.” I nodded and tried to do what he said but he felt so huge at my entrance, so much bigger than his fingers or even the marble tool he’d used on me last night. I sucked in my breath, clenching.

  “No, Gigi, don’t fight me.” He smoothed my hair, swept his fingers along my clit, finding a slow rhythm. “Remember how good it felt last night. How good it’s going to feel now.” I relaxed, letting the warm circles of pleasure he made travel through my limbs. This time, I let him push in the tip.

  “Oh,” I moaned as he stretched my hole, still just at the entrance.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, inching in, pushing. “So fucking tight.”

  “Mmm.” I pushed back into him, wanting him to take me, wanting to feel it, pain and all. “Fuck me, Dom. Please.”

  He gripped my hips and pushed, working farther in, stretching my hole, making me quiver and shake and scream. “Yes, Gigi.” He started moving, pulling out a bit, pushing in farther and farther still until I couldn’t believe how full I felt, completely stuffed with his cock, my mouth and eyes wide open. He kept his hand at my clit and massaged as he thrust, overwhelming me with sensation. I threw my head back onto his shoulder as he worked in me, offering him my ass.