Reckless Devotion (Book One)

by Jennifer Domenico

  I remain silent, unsure of how to move forward.

  “Tell me, Mia, are you sorry for being a defiant cunt?” He says it again, placing emphasis on the offensive word. “Are you?”

  I survey my reaction to my choices. Tell him to get the fuck out or apologize to him. I know if I say I’m sorry, he’ll probably reward me, possibly with that incredible piece of manhood between his legs. As a wave of heat settles between my legs, I know my answer, as shocking as it is.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Say it. Say, I’m sorry for being a defiant little cunt today, sir.”

  Swallowing hard, I summon the courage to utter the words. “I’m sorry for being a defiant…” Exhaling slowly, I gaze up at him. “For being a defiant little cunt today, sir.”

  Gabriel smirks, kneeling slightly. “What did you do wrong?”

  “I, um, I spoke without waiting for permission.”

  “What else?”

  “I hung up on you.”

  “And?”

  “I said no.”

  “Right. You defied a direct request from me. Will that ever happen again, Mia? Do you want to be my devoted, do you want me to rule you, or do you want to go back to the boring, pathetic men that groveled at your feet, but could never satisfy you, never reach that darkest part of you that yearns for a man that can control you?” He gazes at me, waiting for my response, with that intense expression he gets that makes my knees weak. “Tell me, Mia.”

  “It won’t happen again, sir.”

  “Are you sure? Because if it does, I won’t be so forgiving.”

  “I’m sure.”

  “Good. Take off your clothes.”

  I stand, quickly disrobing, excited beyond any level I’ve ever felt before. What is he going to do next? Maybe I am submissive. Fuck if I know anymore.

  Gabriel walks in a slow circle around me, then smacks my ass so hard, I gasp. “Back on your knees, Mia.”

  I do as I’m told, so wet, I wonder if it might actually drip down my leg. As he stands before me, all I can see are his shoes—expensive and Italian—and the hem of his slacks.

  “You want my cock, don’t you, Mia?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Where?”

  “Anywhere it pleases you.”

  “Hmm, good answer, but I don’t think you did anything worthy of cock today.”

  Moaning softly, I reply. “Please, sir?”

  He kneels, pulling my chin up to meet his eyes. “I want to fuck you, Mia. I want to use you, stretch your pussy, fill you up inside, then leave you a panting wet mess on the floor, but I’m not going to because you want that, and you didn’t earn it.” I nod, realizing how he got me exactly where he wants me. “I can’t even let you suck it, because you would like that too.” He starts to unbuckle his belt, causing me to swallow hard with anticipation. When he pulls his dick out of his pants, I sigh and bite my bottom lip. He strokes it, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he does so. I’m so close to it, if I stuck my tongue out I could touch it, but I’m pretty sure that’s not allowed.

  “Beg for my cum, Mia,” he demands, his voice low and gravelly.

  “May I have your cum, sir?”

  He chuckles, backing away slightly. “Crawl to me, and ask again, like the dirty little girl you’ve become. The dirty girl you’ve always wanted to be.”

  I look up at him, noticing how Vixen sits calmly next to his feet. I crawl forward a few steps and try again.

  “May I have your cum, sir? I want it so badly.”

  “Why?”

  I know what he wants me to say. I’m not a fan of this part, but I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted his cum. At the end of the day, I am dirty. “Because I’m a dirty little girl.”

  He grins, stroking his shaft with a quicker pace. “Yes, you are. Will you defy me again?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Will you ever hang up on me?”

  “Never.”

  “Why?”

  Crawling forward a little more, I’m mere centimeters from his pulsating cock. I think I know what he wants, but more importantly, I know what I want.

  “Because you’re my ruler.”

  “Ah, fuck, Mia. Jesus.” Gabriel throws his head back, but instead of letting me have it, he aims his dick at the floor, leaving a puddle on the tile in front of me. I don’t move, knowing I better not without direction. After a moment, Gabriel opens his eyes and grins at me. “You wanted my cum. There it is.”

  My eyes open wide. He wouldn’t. Would he? “What do you want me to do with it, sir?”

  “Clean it up, obviously.”

  “With?”

  He smiles. “A paper towel.” He gently pinches my chin. “I’m not a monster.”

  “Of course not, sir.”

  I start to stand, but he interrupts me. “No. Crawl.”

  Fuck. I make my way to the kitchen on my knees, cringing as the cold tiles press into my skin, then stand when I get there, grabbing a few paper towels and wetting them in the kitchen sink, then finally crawling back to him, where he’s now sitting on the sofa, completely composed again.

  I wipe up the mess he left as he watches me, his leg crossed over the other, with sheer lust still reflecting in his eyes. When I’m done, I look up.

  “Did I do a good job, sir?”

  “Yes, you did. It seems like you’ve found yourself again.”

  “Yes, sir, I have.”

  He nods and I can tell something else is coming. “Where did we go wrong this morning?”

  “I said no to your request.”

  “And now?”

  “I don’t understand what you’re going to do with it. I’m not comfortable with it at all.”

  “Do you or do you not trust me?” he asks, firmly.

  “I do, but this is different.”

  “It’s not.”

  Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes for moment.

  “Do you trust me?” he repeats.

  “Yes.”

  “Then show me.”

  I open my eyes. “May I stand?”

  “You may.”

  Sighing, I pull myself up from the floor, walk over to my handbag, and pull my checkbook out of my wallet. Before I give it to him, I stare at it in my hand. I’m not sure why this is happening, but if I really trust him, then I have to believe he’ll do the right thing. Besides, he is Sara’s brother. It’s not like he can just disappear. Turning around, I walk slowly over to him and hand him the checkbook.

  He takes it and smiles. “Come here,” he says, patting his lap as I climb onto it. As he cuddles me, stroking my hair, he gently kisses my forehead. “You’ve made me so happy with your compliance. Doesn’t this feel better than upsetting me?”

  “Yes.” I think.

  “For me too.” He gazes into my eyes, then leans forward and kisses me softly. “Now, I’m going.”

  “Please don’t.”

  “I have to. Remember, you were supposed to spend the week being yourself, and I want you to have that time.”

  “So you came to teach me a lesson?”

  “Yes, and because…” He pauses, brushing his fingers across my cheek.

  “Because?”

  “Let’s just say it’s difficult for me to stay away and the weekend can’t come soon enough.”

  I smile, nodding my head. “Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “Coming here.”

  “My pleasure. Have a good night.”

  “You too.”

  Gabriel stands, glances at me one more time, and walks out. When he’s gone, I exhale slowly leaning back on my sofa. How did he get me so twisted? I don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into, but dammit, I fucking like it.

  A while later, as I lay in bed, trying to quiet my thoughts for sleep, my phone rings. Taking a chance, I answer like the normal me.

  “Geez, can’t you leave me alone?”

  Gabriel chuckles softly. “Apparently, I cannot. What are you doing?”

  “Ju
st lying in bed wondering what the fuck’s come over me since meeting you.”

  “Do you hate it?”

  “No.”

  “Tonight was difficult for you, wasn’t it?”

  “Parts of it. Crawling, calling you sir, giving you my checkbook, all pretty out of character for me.”

  “I know. Don’t think for a minute I don’t understand what you’re going through and what a big deal it is that you complied with my request. I can’t find words to express what it means to me, Mia. You can trust me.”

  “Thank you for telling me that. It helps.”

  “Good. One more thing.”

  “Yes?”

  “When I called you a defiant cunt.”

  I laugh softly. “Uh huh.”

  “That was just for effect, to coax your anger to the surface. I respect you more than you know, even when I treat you otherwise. Do you understand that?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You’re sure? It’s so important to me that you do.”

  “I am, Gabriel. I get it. I honestly can’t tell you why, but I get it.”

  “Good. Tomorrow’s Thursday.”

  “I know. The weekend is closing in.”

  “Yes it is, so be a good girl the rest of the week so we can have a good time. All I want to do the next time we’re together is fuck you until you lose your ability to speak.”

  Shit. “Okay. I’ll be good.”

  “Goodnight, ma petite.”

  “Goodnight, Gabriel.”

  After hanging up, I roll over and pet Vixen a few times, who purrs in response, then close my eyes, my head filled with thoughts of his face, his eyes, and that beautiful cock. The weekend cannot get here soon enough.

  IN THE MORNING, I stop by the front desk where my bagel is waiting for me, smiling as Frank looks at me with questions in his eyes. I can’t explain that the guy I’m seeing just wants me to eat. I walk up the stairs as Brad passes me, then pauses, touching my arm.

  “Hey, Mia.”

  “Morning, Brad.”

  “You still coming tomorrow night?”

  “Oh.” Shit. I need to talk to Gabriel. “I think so, but I need to check on some other plans.”

  “Okay, cool. Hope you can make it. Should be fun.”

  “I’ll let you know.” As I walk on, I think about Gabriel’s reaction. Will he be nice today? Hard to say how he’ll react to me going out. To be honest, I don’t even want to go, but I feel like I need to assert this small gesture of independence.

  Once I’m at my desk, I pull my phone out of my handbag and call Gabriel. He answers right away.

  “Morning, Mia.”

  “Hi. Um, thank you for breakfast.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  “So, um, I’m not sure what you have planned for tomorrow night, but some coworkers asked me to happy hour.”

  He’s silent for a moment. “And?”

  “And, um, I was gonna go for a little while before we hang out. If that’s cool,” I add then shake my head for caving in so quickly.

  “Well, that depends.”

  “On?”

  “On how you want our interaction to go tomorrow.”

  “If you don’t want me to go, just say so, Gabriel. You don’t have to threaten me.”

  “I didn’t threaten you. I’m giving you choices. Don’t you want to hear the options?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay. You can go if it makes you happy to keep me waiting. You can go if you want the pressure of knowing I’ll be watching the clock for the exact amount of time I allow you to be there. You can go if you’d rather spend time with coworkers instead of me. If you keep me waiting past the allotted time, I will be extremely displeased.”

  I consider his answer for a moment. I promised I would play along and be good the rest of the week. “I only asked because Sara wanted me to go with her.”

  “So you want to go to support my sister?”

  “Yes. I told her I would go when I was mad at you yesterday.”

  I hear him laugh softly. “How long would you like to go?”

  “We were planning to leave work a little early. Maybe an hour? That would still get me home around 5:30?”

  “How about this? You can go for an hour. You will text me your location and I will pick you up when the hour is over and bring you to my place where you’ll spend the weekend.”

  “The weekend? I have to feed Vixen.”

  “Mia, ma petite, you must learn to put your trust in me, understanding that every need you have will be taken care of. Do you think I will let your kitty suffer all weekend with no food?”

  “No.”

  “Of course not. She will be cared for, just as you will.”

  “Okay. So should I pack a bag?”

  He laughs again. “This is a lot to take in. Think back to what I just said. Do you need to pack a bag?”

  “No.”

  “Do you need to worry about anything at all?”

  “No.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re taking care of me.”

  “That’s right, Mia. Do we have an understanding about tomorrow? It’s important you follow instructions so—”

  “So we can have a good time.”

  “Correct.”

  “We have an understanding.”

  “Excellent. Are you wearing panties right now?”

  “Yes.”

  “What are they like?”

  “They’re pink.”

  “Pink is nice. Did you forget something this morning?”

  “Oh. The picture of my outfit.”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m so sorry. I forgot.”

  “It’s okay, because I know it’s new. I’ll have it though within the hour?”

  “Of course.”

  “Panties too.”

  “Okay.”

  “And anything else you think I’d like to see.”

  I grin. “Absolutely.”

  “Excellent. Have a good day.”

  “You too, Gabriel.”

  After hanging up, I take a moment then walk down the hall into the bathroom, where I head into a stall, lift my dress, and snap a photo of my panties. Next, I stick my phone in my blouse taking a photo of my cleavage, then decide to up the ante even more by tugging my bra down exposing my nipples. I pinch them both causing them to become erect, then aim the camera and snap the picture. As I do this, I feel my entire body warm, and slide my fingers between my legs, rubbing slowly while a very dirty thought hits me. Tugging my panties down and my skirt up, I lean against the wall of the stall and rub my clit, then bury two fingers inside of me. Just as I start to record a video of it, I remember that I am not allowed to touch myself. Giggling, I hurry and put myself back together, then step out, taking a selfie of me so that he can see my outfit before texting him all the pictures I took. As I walk back to my desk, I wonder if I should admit what I almost did, then decide I will. I’ll be remorseful and ask for forgiveness. The thought makes me laugh.

  A few minutes later, while sitting at my desk, my phone vibrates, and I feel a flutter in my stomach when I see his name.

  “What?”

  He laughs. “I enjoyed the pictures very much, especially those pretty tits of yours.”

  “Thank you, sir, but I have a confession.”

  “Yes?”

  My eyes shift around, making sure no one’s listening to me. “I almost broke the rule. I was so excited from taking pictures for you…” I pause, again, “I…um…touched myself, but only for a second until I remembered. Can you forgive me?” I notice Michelle coming to her desk, waving at me as she sets her stuff down. I wave, knowing I really need to keep it down now.

  “You touched your pussy?”

  “Accidently. I didn’t keep going.”

  “You promise?”

  “Yes. I just forgot for a minute.”

  “Are you wet?”

  “Very.”

  “Still?”

  “Definitely
.”

  “Do you want to get off?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you allowed to?”

  “No.”

  “No, but since you confessed what you did, I’m going to let you have a little treat.”

  “Oh, thank you.”

  “You can do what I want to do right now. Stick your fingers in your panties and rub your pussy for exactly ten seconds. Then do you know what I want you to do?”

  Shit. I think I do. “Lick them?” I whisper.

  “You’re so smart. Go ahead, little girl. I’ll wait.”

  “Can we negotiate one thing?”

  “What?”

  “I’ll do it, but can you just call me ma petite instead of little girl? I’m asking with all due respect.”

  He laughs softly. “If it makes a difference for you, I will, but you know it means the same thing.”

  “But it’s sexier for me.”

  “You got it. Now, fingers.”

  “Okay.” I scoot forward in my chair so that my lap is under my desk, then hike my skirt up enough to get my hand between my legs. I’m sopping wet and aware of the noise my fingers cause when they make contact. Touching myself at my desk is by far the naughtiest thing I’ve ever done, but it’s also the hottest.

  “One…” He starts to count, continuing until he reaches the end. “Ten. That’s enough, Mia. Now lick them clean.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Glancing around again, I slide my index and middle finger in my mouth sucking my own taste off of them, which only causes another flood of warmth to hit me. I look up to see Michelle standing up, watching me with a quizzical expression. I smile as I remove my fingers.

  “Um, cream cheese,” I explain. She nods and disappears behind the wall.

  “Cream cheese?” Gabriel questions.

  “My coworker saw me.”

  He laughs. “That’s fucking priceless.”

  I laugh too. “It is.”

  “What does it taste like?”

  “I really should go now.”

  “You have a few more seconds to tell me.”

  “Um, okay. Uh, it tastes sweet.”

  “I agree. Have you tasted a pussy before, besides your own?”

  “No.”

  “Do you want to?”

  I have no idea how to answer. Do I tell him the truth knowing he might push me? Oh who am I kidding? He’ll push me regardless. I might as well be honest.

  “Kind of.”

  “Well, I’ll tell you one thing. You taste like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I’ve had a lot of pussy, Mia, but two years ago I stopped going down on women. Do you know why?”