Eighteen - Rome
T his isn't the first time I've driven a woman back to her place after a night out together. I've done it plenty, never feeling the way I do right now. I've had sex, made submissives kneel for me and orgasm all over my apartment before driving them back to theirs and repeating the process. I've had one night stands and spent time at BDSM clubs simply to find someone to keep my bed warm, only to kick them out at the first sign of light. This isn't new to me, but smiling while sitting across from a gorgeous woman is. Feeling like I’m having a good time and that I'd like to have it again isn't normal, and I don't know how to feel about that.
I know it has been four years since I lost Natalia, but I was never truly interested in anyone in the quiet and lonely aftermath of her death. Liking Nia makes me feel like I’m upsetting the spirit of the wife I've been hanging onto for all this time. But now that we’re in Nia’s parking lot, what am I supposed to do? I don't know if I should be here, but I can't think of any other place I'd rather be.
“So,” she says from the passenger seat, looking at me with those gorgeous brown eyes. Her locs hang beautifully over her right shoulder, leaving her left exposed. Her brown skin looks as smooth as velvet, and the amount of it she is showing is almost too much to bear. It calls out like a siren beckoning me to the sea, and I am desperate to dive in. With almost no effort at all, Nia is the epitome of perfection.
“So,” I say, as the war between my head and reinforced heart becomes more violent. My insides turn to jelly when I look at her, like I’m looking over a ledge hundreds of feet in the air.
She glances down, just as nervous as I am. “Are you coming inside?”
Fuck. What are you doing, Rome?
“Umm,” I start, my self-control coming loose and flapping in the wind. “Do you want me to come inside?”
After a moment, she smiles. “Yes. Please.”
Fuck.
Why does she have to keep saying that? The word please flowing out of her mouth is like the most enticing honey dripping from her lips. It sounds so fucking good, and of all the words in the English language, nothing ruins me more than that one.
In this lifestyle, the entire world revolves around consent. It doesn't matter what has been discussed or how sexual previous conversations have been. Without consent, there is nothing. Nia and I could have discussed all of our kinks and most filthy desires in graphic detail at that table, and I never would have attempted to lay a finger on her without her consent to do so. The word please is the ultimate consent. It is the mother of all begging, and if there is one thing I fucking love, it is being begged.
My heart has massive walls built around it. Whether I wanted to or not, my love for Natalia became a construction crew in my chest and blocked off my heart with concrete barriers so that it would still be preserved for my deceased wife. My brain, on the other hand, has just lost all control. My will to fight has vanished and my confidence restored just from the look on her face and that word singing from her mouth. I lick my lips as I give into the desire, and when she smiles again I know I’m not turning back.
“Say that again,” I demand, before sucking my lower lip into my mouth.
Nia grins, knowing exactly what I’m talking about, and she leans into it.
“Rome,” she says, lust pouring from her eyes. “Come inside … please.”
I let out a sigh that releases all of my ability to stop myself into the air. “Okay.”
Both of us exit my car and walk up to Nia’s front door, my heart racing with each step. I watch her hips sway in her dark green dress, and it makes me want to pick up the pace. I’m teetering on the edge as she inserts the key and opens the door, and the second it closes behind us, our lips finally touch, clashing in a passionate kiss.
I am completely undone as our tongues dance together. We stumble through the house, kicking end tables and the legs of couches before coming to a stop in front of one. Nia’s hands roam my body like she’s in a hurry, as though she has waited her entire life to press her fingers into my skin and tear at my clothes. My cock responds to her touch, throbbing as it hardens in my pants, but this isn't how I want it to happen. I was listening when she said she has been through the ringer with men in her private life. I won't be just another tale she tells about how bad her love life has been. No matter what happens between us after this moment, I will be the one she remembers most. I will be the memory that makes her stop during her day and get lost in her own mind. Her entire body will memorize the feel of mine before this night is over.
“Stop,” I command, taking a step back and sinking into the part of me that I hide from the rest of the world. I let go of the fa?ade and take off the mask I wear every day when I'm in front of people who wouldn't understand or simply don't need to know, and I become who I truly am. I let the Dom in me step forward and harness control.
Nia freezes immediately. Her hands remain perched on my belt, but she doesn't move, looking up at me with raw passion in her gaze. Her body trembles with a need to keep going, but restraint is the mark of both a good Dom and a good sub.
“Put your hands at your sides,” I tell her, testing the waters. How far is she really willing to go? Have her issues with men been caused by the fact that she’s not a good submissive? I’m about to find out.
Nia licks her lips, her eyes never leaving mine as she slowly lowers her hands.
“Good,” I reply with a smirk. “You want this?”
“Yes,” she answers.
“You want to submit to me?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to be your Dom tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Then say it.”
She lets out a breath and says, “I want you to be my Dom tonight.”
“No,” I reply, shaking my head. “If you want it, I need to know it without even a shadow of a doubt. You’ll have to beg. So say it.”
I watch as realization washes over Nia like suds in a shower. She's not here with whatever men she dated before. She is not in the presence of a fake Dom or a boy who read a book and thought they could play the part. I am real. I am what every Dom strives to be.
“Please be my Dom tonight,” she begs.
The sound of her consent fills me from head to toe with desire, nearly sending me plunging into Dom Space. Her words mixed with the sound of her voice is the ultimate aphrodisiac, and I can't get enough of it.
“Do you want me to undress you?” I ask, already aware of the answer but wanting to hear her say it.
“Yes,” she replies.
“Say it.”
“Rome, please undress me.”
“Good,” I say as heat envelopes me. “Now don't move.”
As I lick my lips, I reach up for the strap on Nia’s gorgeous dress, pulling it off and letting it dangle from her shoulder. When I remove the other side, the dress immediately falls to the floor, revealing her perfect body. When I say perfect, I mean gorgeous in every sense of the word. Not unblemished or completely unmarred, or skinny without the slightest hint of fat. I mean impeccably flawed with curves fit for a grown woman. I mean cellulite that I want to run my tongue over, and dark spots that call to me like a beautiful voice in the wind. With each and every so-called flaw that a broken society would have the gall to turn its nose up at, Nia is absolutely perfect.
“Fuck,” I whisper to myself before speaking louder. “You're so unbelievable I can barely stand to be close to you. I feel honored, like your presence is my gift from the stars. Do you know how beautiful you are?”
Nia stares at me with a furrow in her brow, her expression unreadable. She doesn't answer, but I understand. This moment isn't about me asserting dominance over her. It’s about her claiming her own power and understanding the queen that she is. It’s why I won't do anything until she says please. I am the Dominant, but I have no power at all unless she gives it to me. She wants to be commanded, but I need her to understand that she is the light that guides us through the darkness. Her voice and consent is what gives me power over her. Without her I am nothing.
I take a moment to look at her body, marveling at its beauty and thinking of ways I can both satisfy and mar it. I gently run my hand down her shoulder and arm, then grab her by the hip and squeeze, hypnotized by how her skin flexes beneath my grip. Her eyes watch me, but she does as I told her and never moves. Her obedience drives me while her beauty seduces me, and I feel trapped within her grasp.
“Now tell me what you want,” I demand, my fingers still pressing tightly against her waist.
“Can I please kneel for you?” she asks.
“Yes,” I reply automatically, desperate to see her drop down and look up at me. “Kneel.”
Unashamed of her naked body—exactly the way a woman should be—Nia slowly drops to her knees. Like a trained submissive, she tucks her legs beneath her body and places her hands on her thighs with her palms up. Once she's settled, I walk behind her and pull her locs until they all cascade down her back, then I return to her front, standing above her.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says, looking up at me with lust and need in her beautiful brown eyes.
“You wanted me standing over you? Controlling you?”
“Yes.”
“ Sir ,” I snip. “Even if only for tonight, I am your Dom. In fact, I’m your boss. So when you address me, it will be as your Sir.”
A hint of a smile flashes across her face before she pulls it away. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good, now I have another question for you.” I crouch down until we’re face to face, my nose only inches from hers. “Do you crave me?”
She swallows hard. “Yes, Sir.”
“Do you want to obey me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You want to do as you're told?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you don't want to disappoint me?”
“No, Sir. Making you happy will make me happy,” she admits, and it sends a chill swirling through my insides. There isn't a person in the world who doesn't want to hear that, Dom or not.
“Is that right? That means you want to be good for me. You want to be my good girl?” I ask, testing the waters of what makes Nia tick.
Being a Dom is about more than just getting what you want. If I don't know what she wants, then I’m lost in a forest of uncertainty. Every sub has a preference of how they want to be spoken to. Some like praise. Some prefer degradation, and my absolute favorites love both. A good Dom will know how to feed his sub what they want, but only when they have earned it. I’m yearning to know what Nia wants, so that I can give it to her better than she ever knew she needed it.
“Yes, Sir,” she answers. “I want to be your good girl.”
“That's what I love to hear,” I tell her as I stand up and remove my shirt. “Do you want to know what will please me right now?”
“Yes, Sir.” She nods enthusiastically.
Fuck. Seeing her so needy makes my cock ache with hardness.
“Your mouth,” I inform her. Nia’s breath hitches at my words, and I smile. “Do you want my cock in your mouth, Nia?”
She swallows hard, her eyes dropping down to my unfastened pants as if trying to see through the fabric with X-ray vision. She wants to know if what I'm hiding is worth opening her mouth for, and I can't wait to show her that it is.
“Yes, Sir,” she answers.
“Say the word,” I demand in a growl.
“Please, Sir,” Nia replies. “ Please put your cock in my mouth.”
At her request and consent, I place a hand on both sides of my pants and push them down, slowly revealing my thick erection to her inch by inch. She watches with eyes that grow wider with every second, until my tip is finally released and my cock bounces free. Nia’s jaw practically falls to the floor when she can finally see it in its entirety. She looks at me, then down at it, amazement turning her eyes into stars.
“Open your mouth,” I command, and Nia obliges.
With my pants only down far enough to release my cock, I step forward and push myself into Nia’s wet mouth, placing a hand on the side of her face to keep her steady. The warmth of her feels incredible, forcing my head back as she begins to suck. Ecstasy wraps me up like a warm blanket as she continues, raising both of her hands and using them as tools to plunge my entire body into bliss. She twists around my shaft with one hand while the other cups my balls, massaging them at the same time. I try to look down and force my mind back into Dom mode, but she's so incredible that I can only look up at the ceiling, my vision turning white from the intensity.
“Fuck,” I manage to mutter just as I feel a surge of pleasure shooting forward like a bullet train. I have no choice but to step back and pull myself out of her grasp before I explode far sooner than I intend to.
Once there is a sizable space between us, I look at her in awe of what she just did. I am not a man who orgasms quickly. For whatever reason, I have always been gifted with orgasm control, but Nia managed to pull heaven forward in nearly an instant and I don't even know how to respond. That was unreal. Where has this woman been hiding? I can barely believe we've been living in the same city all this time, both of us into the lifestyle, but my cock never managed to find the nirvana that is her luscious mouth.
“My god,” I exclaim, still in shock as the orgasm finally recedes. “That was … you're fucking unreal.”
Nia smiles proudly, eyeing my cock like she's ready to get back to it. But if I let her, the night will end before it has had a chance to truly begin. I refuse to let that happen, so instead of stepping forward and pushing my cock into her mouth a second time, I drop to my knees in front of her.
“Sit on your butt,” I demand. “Put your back against the couch and open your legs wide for me. We can't go any further until I return the favor.”
Her smile never wavers as Nia follows my instructions to a T. She shifts her body weight and sits down on her butt before scooting back until she is leaning against the couch. Once she's all set, I lay flat on my stomach and slide myself forward, wasting no time engulfing her pretty little pussy with my mouth.
She sucks in a gasp like she just plunged into icy waters, her muscles tightening all around me as her hands shoot forward to grab the back of my head, locking me in place. That’s fine. I never want to leave anyway.
It’s not a competition, but I eat her pussy like it is. I have to astonish her the way she just did me, and I work myself into a sweat to fulfill the mission. Nia’s moans and writhing body spur me forward as my tongue dances across her clit before sucking it into my mouth. I suck and lick it at the same time, building up a rhythm until her breathing becomes labored and her alluring moans are long and drawn out, a beautiful symphony playing above me. The second I push two fingers into her dripping pussy, Nia tightens her grip on my head, her nails clutching me like talons.
“Oh fuck,” she exclaims. “Sir, please … can I please come? I’m about to come.”
“Come in my mouth,” I tell her between licks. “Let me taste what I've been starving for since the day we met.”
“Oh god!” she shouts before her words are replaced by a guttural scream.
Wetness explodes into my mouth as she lets go, and I drink it all down, completely unabashed. I keep going, licking and sucking her pussy and forcing her body into convulsions that fill me with pride. Nia melts for me, and I love it. I want more of it. I need it, and my cock responds accordingly, maxing out in rigidity as I push myself off the floor and move in to kiss Nia’s neck.
She pants in front of me, sweat rolling down her face like a cold bottle on a hot day, and her eyes are closed as she tries to recover. I give her a moment, although I'm dying to keep going. Even in this exhausted state, she is still gorgeous from head to toe, and it feels like everything we've done so far has been so harmonic. We fit together. Her submission calls to my Dominance in a way that I haven't felt in far too long. I have no idea what that means or how I should feel about it, but I know that I ache for more.
As her breathing begins to finally slow, I reach up and gently wrap my fingers around her throat. I want to squeeze until she can no longer breathe, but we haven't talked about each other’s kinks yet. I could easily assume that she's into breath play, but assumptions in BDSM are billboard-sized red flags. So, I don't choke her. I caress her skin with my fingertips as I pepper her neck and cheek with soft kisses. It’s not until her hand comes up and covers mine that I get a glimpse of what Nia truly wants.
“Keep going,” she says. “Please, Sir.”
Her fingers tighten around mine and I feel her head and neck shift forward. I know what she's hinting at, but I require more if we’re going to go down that road.
“You want me to choke you?” I ask, halting the entire scene until she makes her consent clear.
“Yes, Sir,” she replies. “Choke me … while you fuck me.”
My body immediately responds to her permission—my cock throbbing, my heart racing, my hands aching to give her the best version of what she just asked for. I place a hand beneath each of Nia’s arms and use my strength to lift her until her ass is squarely on the couch with her legs raised in the air on both sides of my waist. The sight of her is enough to send fireworks exploding across my imagination. Her beautiful brown skin is so enticing it makes my mouth water. This is just our first time together, but I’m already thinking about the things I want to do to her as we progress in the future.
Nia places her hands beneath her knees and holds her legs up for me, waiting patiently while I remove a condom from my wallet, discard the rest of my clothes, and position myself in front of her. As Nia watches hungrily, I sheathe my cock with the condom, stretching it to its limits. I place one knee on the floor and one hand around Nia’s throat, using the other to direct my cock into her pussy. Her warmth and wetness make me gasp, because I can't believe how good she feels. Everything she has done tonight has been awe-inspiring, and she's doing it without effort. Naturally, she looks this good and feels this incredible. It’s like our bodies were made for each other in a lab, and now that we've found each other, our worlds will be colorless if we are ever apart again.
“Show me,” Nia suddenly orders. “Please don't hold back. I want it all. Choke me hard. Fuck me hard. Make me come hard. Please, Sir. You have no idea how badly I need this from you. I'm begging. Be relentless.”
What the fuck? Who is this woman?
I bite my lip as wicked thoughts in my mind grow wings and take flight. I won't take this sanction lightly. If she wants to be fucked hard, I will show her what it is like to be fucked by a real Dom. I begin with one long stroke that nearly pulls me all the way out of her, teasing my tip and her entrance at the same time. She looks at me with more hunger in her eyes than I've ever seen from anyone before. She pleads with me without speaking, needing me inside of her more than she needs anything else in the world right now, and when I push all the way in, her eyes flutter closed as she moans—an image painted in heaven.
Each and every stroke of my cock is long and hard. I want to give her every thick inch of me. There can be no question about what good sex feels like after tonight. She will never forget. I will make sure of it. I pound Nia’s pussy exactly the way she asked for it—relentlessly.
Some guys think sex is all about how fast they can go. Those boys are wrong. When a woman says she wants it harder, it usually doesn't mean faster. I don't make it a race. I take my time, keeping my pace even as I fuck Nia senseless. Our bodies slam together and rock the couch as we both moan, filling the house with the sound of our sex. If she shared a wall with someone next door, they would hear our bliss bleeding through the paint. They would think a god descended from the stars to torture their neighbor. Nia moans without shame, and she doesn't stop when I bring my other hand down on her neck, squeezing it until the muscles in my forearms flex.
“Yes,” she croaks behind my tight grasp. “Fuck me, Sir. Oh my god.”
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask, completely destroying her.
“Yes, Sir!” she shrieks, her eyes cinched shut as her body rocks back and forth.
“Is this what you needed?”
“Yes. Please keep going.”
“Are you ready to come for me?”
“Yes. I’m so close. Can I come for you? Please, Sir. Let me come for you.”
I don't answer right away because I feel the surging sensation of my own orgasm galloping forward. It starts in my pelvis and spreads to every limb, and I know I’m about to lose control. It’s about to erupt from me with only a few more strokes and I won't be able to keep myself upright before long.
“Do it,” I tell Nia as my orgasm begins. “Come all over me while I come inside you. Oh fuck!”
“Yes,” Nia yells. “I’m coming again!”
Our screams burst out of us at the same time, doubling the volume to an ear-splitting level. Nia shakes and quivers, causing more and more friction on my cock as I detonate inside of her, filling the condom with all that it can handle. Each time her body moves, it causes me to convulse, the sensitivity of my tip becoming too much for me to maintain control of my muscles. I have to pull out before I collapse on top of her.
With the condom still stretched across my shaft, I sit on the floor and pant like a dog. Nia pulls herself all the way onto the couch and stops moving entirely, the only signs of life coming from the sound of her ragged breathing. That’s how we stay until I slide sideways and lay myself on the floor on my back. I stare up at the ceiling as emotions spawn in my mind. Thoughts of everything I've been through come in waves, and I try to blink away memories of Natalia from four years ago, wondering what she’d think about my feelings for Nia.
Is that what this is? Feelings? I barely know her, but I do feel … something, and I don't know if I like it. I don't know if it’s okay that there is a part of me that wants to pursue this and see where it goes, but I'd be lying to myself if I said I didn't. I don't know what the future holds, and I don't know if my heart beats rapidly out of excitement or fear.