The Dom Prize (The Dominants (Novellas))

by Mina J. Moore

  I stood and stomped over to the small desk on the far side of the suite. Sitting, I began to pen a note.

  Dear Mr. Stone,

  It pains me greatly to have to decline your invitation tonight. I am feeling a bit under the weather and will remain in bed.

  Regretfully,

  Gia

  With a huge grin, I sprayed it lightly with my sultry Dulce & Gabanna perfume. Take that Mr. Bossy Pants.

  I spent the rest of the day lounging around after a delicious bath in the Jacuzzi. After finishing up a late lunch consisting of the most expensive item on the menu, I took a nap.

  Two hours later I found myself working on the blasted “Terms and Conditions.” I decided to go ahead and send those along with my note thinking about the tease combo I was hitting him with. I read through it once again before sealing up the manila envelope.

  TERMS AND CONDITIONS

  Participant: Gia Solaris

  Identity: Newbie Submissive in Training

  Medical Conditions: Healthy as a horse

  Phobias: Overbearing men

  H= Hard Limit (Non-negotiable)

  S= Soft Limit (Negotiable. A blank will be considered a soft limit)

  Levels/Pain tolerance (A= Mild, B= Moderate, C= Strong)

  1 = Beginner

  2 = Intermediate

  3 = Expert

  Protocols (not applicable to submissive)

  Rituals (not applicable to submissive)

  Blindfolding - S2

  Kneeling - S1

  Restraints (any kind) - S1

  Handcuffs - S2

  Rope Bondage - S1

  Whips – S1A

  Nipple Clamps – H (Ouch!)

  Spanking – S2B

  Paddling – S1B

  Fire Play – H (for Hell no!)

  Breath Restriction - H

  Knife Play - H

  Sensory deprivation – not sure about this one (1)

  Orgasm Denial – not if I can help it

  Suspension - H

  Movement Restriction - S1

  Sexual Activity administered by Dominant:

  Vaginal - S3

  Anal -1 (not sure)

  Oral - S3

  Threesome – H (Would ask for exclusivity during our time)

  Same Sex – H (only if it’s you with another guy ;-)

  Roleplaying - S2

  I signed my name at the bottom and said a prayer.

  * * *

  My heart raced after I hung up the phone. I had arranged to have my envelope hand delivered to Mr. Stone at precisely a quarter to eight. That should steam him up quite nicely. My phone pinged. It was a text from Karli.

  So how’s it going?

  Oh he’s insufferable, arrogant, and a bastard.

  LOL. He is a Dom. That’s how they are supposed to act especially if you misbehave which I am sure you are. It’s a role-play thing. You are playing along, aren’t you?

  Ummmm…sure. Right along.

  I hope you have a great time. It’s beautiful in Vail at this time of year.

  Yeah. No kidding. I’ll text you in a couple of days and give you an update, ok?

  You have a deal. Catch you later.

  Later.

  Minutes later, I answered the door and handed the staff member my note. This was it. Closing the door with a giggle, I leaned against it and took a deep breath. My witchy side was proud. This round was mine.

  * * *

  An hour later I wasn’t feeling so triumphant. I hadn’t heard a peep. Not one word!!! Had he gone without me? Couldn’t he have at least called to see if I was alive? Time for some more room service. My gallon of ice cream arrived within minutes and I got comfortable and dug in. Grabbing my iPad, I opened up the book I had been reading on the plane. One look at the mushy love scene had me taking double scoops. After a few minutes of rereading the same paragraph, I gave up and decided to hit the sack. My last thought was of Stone and the sex.

  Day 4 (Early morning)

  My arms were stretched over my head as I slept. The pull of muscle was pleasant and I groaned. Something urged me to open my eyes as a sudden weight settled over me. Everything was pitch black. A dark material covered the upper part of my face. When I tried to move my arms, I couldn’t. I was handcuffed to the bed. Fucking hell!

  I began to struggle and two large warm hands grasped my hips.

  “Shhhhh. Easy, Gia.”

  Holy damn. I shouldn’t be surprised. Hadn’t that contract waived the white flag?

  “I am going to show you what happens when you repeatedly challenge me. Now, lie very still and it’ll be much easier for you.”

  I pulled at the cuffs. “I followed your damn instructions. Notice in writing!”

  “We both know you’re not sick.” He whispered in my ear.

  I could feel the heat spreading up my neck to my face. How degrading was this? I was restrained and totally vulnerable to him...

  I think I forgot my name when his lips came down over my core. The silk of my panties created added friction to the mastery of his tongue. He pressed harder, bringing me to the brink of orgasm. My hips pulled off the bed and I was ready to howl when he pulled away. That damned asterisk!

  I felt the bed move and he was no longer beside me. Minutes later, he returned, this time removing my panties and leaving me naked from the waist down. My tank top rubbed against my hard nipples as I moved. Each sensation only made my body scream for release.

  “Very beautiful, Gia. You have a great body,” he murmured.

  Something light ran the length of my torso, tickling me. I had to guess at what it could be. A feather?

  He pushed my tank out of the way and cool air kissed my nipples making them pucker painfully. The soft swirl of the feather around each bud both relieved and cranked me up further. He continued to torture me with that blasted thing until I wanted to scream. Bringing it down between my legs was the last straw. I writhed against the light pressure, trying to gain release but it wasn’t enough to get me there. Gritting my teeth kept me from literally begging him to finish me. It was damn hard not to when his lips kissed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I couldn’t feel the torment of the evil feather any longer. He must have taken pity on me. That idea went right out the window as the pressure of his finger stroked the bud at my core softly at first and then gaining momentum. I bit my lip. Hard.

  “How badly do you want me inside of you?” he whispered at my ear.

  I think I whimpered. Did that sound come out of me? Hell yeah. I was a writhing mass of aching need. The sensations he provoked were driving my body into a pleasure seizure. His finger entered me and I bowed up on the bed seeking so much more. Bastard!

  I wished my hands were loose. Decking him one would give me some relief. In the next instant I didn’t care. He kneeled under me, bringing the lower half of my body onto his lap. My legs gripped his hips firmly. They were the only part of my body that could.

  I panted as his hands ran up my torso and cupped my breasts. My wrists ached when he lifted me higher. His shaft entering me at precisely the same instant was a shattering mix of both pleasure and pain. He moved closer to the headboard to ease the bite of the handcuffs but didn’t release them. I was at his mercy, a willing captive for his use alone. It was the most erotic experience of my life.

  My body strained toward his, urging him to move. He didn’t. The hardness inside of me throbbed with need and still, he held my release. I began to rotate my hips. If he wasn’t going to move then I would. Strong hands clamped down on my hips, stilling my motions.

  “Hold still,” he growled.

  After an excruciating few seconds, his body sank deeper into me. I moaned loudly. Not being able to touch him was hard but strangely hot. My body was a quivering mass of nerves. He moved, bringing me the ecstasy I craved. He grew larger. I felt his girth pushing me wider, rubbing that sweet spot inside of me. He plunged deeper…once, twice.

  I exploded around him, my legs losing their grip. His arms circl
ed my upper thighs, holding me in place. Waves of euphoria washed over me, my lips opening in a shout of pure bliss. Seconds later he came, pushing deeper, his cock jerking with his release.

  Our bodies were as joined as any two people could get. I felt the bones of his pelvis pushing against the backs of my thighs, his pubic hair tickling my sensitive place. I was a complete mess, my body slumped in exhaustion. I vaguely remember him pulling out of me and kissing my stomach softly. My hands came loose and I stroked his face. The material covering my eyes was removed. Drained, I finally gave in to the pull of sleep once again.

  * * *

  A delicious ache stirred along my limbs when I stretched, feeling the soft bed beneath my skin. My eyes came open slowly; the clock on the nightstand telling me it was morning. Feeling disoriented, I dug into my memories, remembering the wicked dream. It had been a dream. Then I rolled over, not quite convinced from the dull ache at my wrists. Holy fuck. A red feather lay on the pillow next to me.

  I scrambled to sit up. That’s when I noticed my panties were missing. I leaned over the bed to check the floor. Nothing. That panty-stealing bandit! I couldn’t help the grin spreading over my face.

  The doorbell had me jumping up. Grabbing my favorite robe I walked over and opened. The doorman handed me an envelope with a smile. I thanked him and closed the door.

  Rushing over to the bed, I sat Indian style and pulled out the note.

  I hope you rested well after my departure. Let that be a very mild lesson. I went easy because you are new to this world. Orgasm denial is a true means of torture when we misbehave. I have to say, reading your terms was quite an amusing experience.

  P.S. I have something of yours to tide me over until tonight. You know what to wear. Same time.

  JP

  I folded the note and tucked it under the lamp. My stomach flipped reading his last words. Mild lesson? I was going to die a slow death due to sex deprivation. Seriously.

  What was it with him and these nocturnal dates? Did he have other things to attend to during the day? Part of me wanted to prance my ass over to his suite and knock on the door. Would he be in his Calvin Kline pajamas reading the paper?

  I got up and dug through my luggage, pulling on a warm pair of Baby Phat sweats with a matching hoodie. And let’s not forget the matching hot pink underwear. I smirked as I riffled through how much of it was left. At this rate I would have to go out and buy more!

  Before I could chicken out, I made a beeline for his suite. His door opened and the same man stood on the other side as the one who had made all the prior deliveries.

  “Good Morning, Ms. Solaris.”

  I looked over my shoulder. Guilty much?

  Licking my lips, I answered. “Good Morning. Is Mr. Stone in?”

  He smiled at me. “I’m afraid not. He had business in town this morning.”

  I was shocked. Was he working while here?

  “Oh, I see,” I stammered.

  “He had arrangements to see you this evening?”

  I glanced up quickly. “Yes. He did.”

  “Very well then. I will tell him you stopped by.”

  I panicked. “No need, really. I would much prefer that you didn’t.”

  He smiled knowingly. “Of course.”

  “Thank you…”

  “Elliot. I am his personal assistant.”

  I shouldn’t be shocked. Someone with his means could use one. He probably had businesses coming out of his ears. No wonder he was working while supposedly on vacation.

  “Thank you, Elliot.”

  I hurried back to my room, praying Elliot would keep his word. JP and I were here under arranged circumstances. Me stalking him was not part of the deal. Glancing at the clock, I grumbled inwardly at the hours left until I had to start primping. I was bored. Well, more like anxious. Okay… horny.

  Wrapping my arms around my waist, I walked over to the huge window and studied the gorgeous landscape beyond. Plenty of people milled about, getting ready for their day out on the slopes or just casually strolling through the gift shops. Lots of honeymooners holding hands and snuggling. What was wrong with this picture? Exactly. I was feeling sorry for myself. I was in a kickass room with everything I wanted at my fingertips except one thing, a companion to share it with. Sure, JP was an erotic challenge and one I enjoyed thoroughly but it wasn’t your normal date thing. This was an arranged fuck fest. Blunt yet factual.

  I dropped my hand where it rested on the glass as if reaching out to be a part of the gathering below. I felt isolated and lonely. These were all emotions that weren’t common in my world. Usually, my life was fast and furious. A demanding career kept me busy. If I needed a tune up every once in a while, there was never a problem finding a mechanic.

  I smiled thinking of Sean Enderson. At the time I believed him to be the best lay in the state. Spectacular biceps only took you so far. If I couldn’t have a conversation with my lovers, one that kept me interested for more than a few seconds, then I grew bored. Boredom and I don’t get along so well. It puts me in a bitchy mood. I am an action kind of girl and no matter the beauty surrounding me; I needed some type of stimulation. That is so not the word I want to be using right now.

  I closed my eyes, thinking back to the events earlier this morning. His hands had been all over me, running the length of my legs as he had taken my panties off. Just the thought of where those were had me growing warm. As I poured myself a glass of water, I realized he had yet to kiss me. Of all the things we had left to explore, kissing should not have been one of them. That had always been how I determined if a man would be a good lover. If they knew how to use their tongue pretty much everything else was a sure bet. I gulped some more water. JP didn’t have any issues with his tongue talent. I had a feeling there was so much more to come. I just didn’t know that we wouldn’t kill each other first.

  I warned Karli about not being able to go through with this. But Karli was a stubborn wench and when she talked you into something, you didn’t even realize she was doing it. I sighed in defeat. It was definitely too late for me to run. I was intrigued and ready for more. As insufferable as the Dom was, I couldn’t stop wanting what he was giving me.

  Glancing over at my bed, I caught the red flare of a feather against the virgin white sheets. Smiling, I sauntered over and picked it up, running it along my neck and down over my breasts. Wicked thoughts sped through my mind, JP strapped to my bed, blindfolded and naked. Crap. I didn’t even know what he looked like naked. Both of our little interludes hadn’t allowed me the chance to see him. Well that was certainly going to change tonight.

  * * *

  After spending the day doing meaningless things like reading a mind-numbing book, checking my email and taking a nap, again, I took a nice long bath. The red dress glared at me from its perch on the closet door. Wearing it gave the notion I was throwing the towel. I hated the feeling. The submission to his will. But wasn’t that what this was all about?

  * * *

  I stood in the fucking red dress and studied my reflection in the full-length mirror. There were two things making me feel pretty damn good. I had managed to make the most alluring comb with a wicked red feather which pulled my hair back nicely to one side. Secondly, I was ready for more.

  I heard the door and my heart slammed against my chest. My naughty side was ready to play. Grabbing my coat on the way out, I opened and promptly almost swallowed my tongue. JP stood there in a full suit looking mighty fine. A slight twinge pushed at my stomach when I saw the flashy red tie at his throat. Bastard was sure I was going to follow his directions?

  I turned, giving him full view of my hair accessory. His eyebrow arched. I smiled big and bad. Now I had his full attention. For added measure, a silky red thong dangled from my finger as an offering.

  “Just so we don’t waste any time, you might as well hang on to these.”

  I watched as he grabbed the underwear and pushed them down into his pocket.

  Presenting him with my
back, I held the coat for him and he eased it up my arms and over my shoulders, coming up flush against my backside. His hardness pressed into me, making me shudder with need.

  “Careful what you wish for, Gia. It may be more than you can handle.” He whispered in my ear, giving me chills all over. My nipples puckered, pressing against the satin of my dress. He moved away and I was cold, even with the thick coat covering my skin.

  Glancing over my shoulder, I studied his profile as he looked down the hall at something. He was so gorgeous. Dark skin stood out against the crisp white of his collar but it was those hazel eyes that killed any protest I might have to deny him.

  His gaze came back to mine and he smirked as if he knew my thoughts. “Are you ready?”

  In so many ways…

  I shook myself and moved forward. He closed the door behind me, his hand settling possessively at my hip. We reached the elevator and I’ll be damned if it wasn’t empty. He urged me in and stood behind me. Very close. I could feel his breath on my neck. I took a step back and came into contact with his arousal. Biting my lip, I closed my eyes. He reached over and pushed the ground level button, bringing his straining member right against my ass.

  This was going to be a long night and I wasn’t in the mood to be patient. The doors swooshed open and I breathed a sigh of relief. One more second and I would have jumped him right in the elevator. People stared as we walked to the front, especially the women, even grandma types. I rolled my eyes then winked at the youngling at the front desk who helped me when I first arrived.

  A black limo waited for us when we stepped out into the frigid February air. The driver opened the door and I didn’t waste any time getting in. JP had me down on the leather seats; his body flush against mine before I could physically sit. Glancing forward, I noticed the black privacy glass. His fingers dug into my hair, teasing my scalp and pulling slightly. He pushed harder and my head punched back into the plush cushion, his lips on my neck, licking, sucking.