Chapter 39
Alice
Well, I was wrong.
Dominic’s imagination was outslutting mine—so much so that I’d temporarily forgotten the objective of the game.
I really didn’t think roleplaying would actually be my thing.
I’d only suggested it because I figured it would be easier to go all out and let loose if we were pretending to be other people.
But holy shit was it fun.
I hadn’t been kidding. We were so doing this again.
“Put your feet up on the bed. Use your hands to push your knees as wide as they can go.”
I followed the command, trembling with anticipation.
“You’re fucking dripping all over my guest bed,” Dominic’s new alter ego chided darkly, his tone clipped with anger. “You’re begging to be fucked by a married man twice your age. Do you have any idea how fucking inappropriate that is?”
I choked on a moan when he slid a finger down my slit. “You’ll need to wear a skirt for training. Consider it a uniform. I’ll be performing random checks throughout the day to make sure your pussy isn’t misbehaving. I don’t ever want to see you making a mess like this again. Is that understood?”
You know what. Maybe he was a little too good at it.
“What if I can’t help it?” I panted, fighting through the thick haze of lust to try and figure out how to regain the upper hand.
“Then you’ll have to deal with the consequences, Miss Cloutier.” He pressed a knuckle against my clit, and an undiscovered variation of the color purple exploded in my head. “We can’t have you going around making a mess like this all over the house, can we?”
I gasped at the sudden feel of his scorching tongue dragging over my opening, my nails stabbing into my knees. He groaned, losing character momentarily as his forehead pressed to my stomach.
He cursed, focusing on his breathing for a solid minute. “What happens if I come involuntarily? Who wins?”
I truly, wholeheartedly, did not care anymore. I just wanted to keep this game going as long as possible.
“If it’s involuntary, nothing happens,” I decided without even attempting to think it through first. “We just keep going.”
The heat of his relieved sigh drifted over my skin, and he lifted his head again, gazing at the apex between my legs with a drunken, dopy expression.
It was an addictive, heady thing, being desired by him like this. I felt as dazed and intoxicated as I would have had I downed a half bottle of bubbly.
“Look at what you’re forcing me to do,” he growled, giving me another long, thorough lick before he pulled my clit between his teeth and suckled. My back bowed off the bed, and my knees slipped out of my grip. “Look at what you’re fucking making me do to you.”
“Ohhmygodohmygod.”
Then he shoved his tongue in.
The top right corner of my vision burst into sparks. He yanked my hips closer to the edge of the bed and groaned into me, his mouth and tongue falling into a soul-shattering rhythm.
I was panting, clawing at the duvet, climbing higher, and higher, and higher. My stomach started to quiver, my toes curling as agony, tension, and pleasure clashed. Coiling together. Coiling tighter.
Tighter.
Tighter.
Hauling me right to the tip-top of the mountain.
Before he pulled away.
I whimpered, trying to breathe through the distress.
“You’ll bring me my coffee every morning from now on. You’ll hand it directly to me, then bend over my desk so I can do a morning inspection of your pussy. Don’t bother with underwear. You won’t need it.”
With that, he smacked my clit. It was gentle enough not to hurt, but firm enough to set off an explosion of fiery pleasure in my core. I gasped, fisting the duvet. He did it again before I could fully recover, using one hand to hold me open, ensuring I felt the full blunt force of my punishment.
I cried out, my toes curling.
“God, you’re fucking enjoying this, aren’t you?” he growled. “You’ve been fucking yourself on camera like a needy little whore, letting other men jerk off to you on my dime. I’m owed some compensation, don’t you think?”
My soul left my body with the next smack. One more. I just needed one more.
“How good are you at sucking cock, Miss Cloutier?” I shivered when I heard him unzip. “I have potential investors visiting next month, and I expect you to make them feel welcome. You’ll be on your hands and knees for a few days, and I need to make sure you can handle it.”
Damn it, he was going to win this game. I didn’t have the mental capacity to be creative when my brain was drenched in this much lust.
“How… many…” I managed, trying to at least stay engaged.
“Six. You’ll be attending every meeting, dinner, and presentation, either sucking cock under the table or being fucked on top of it. Though most of these men aren’t exactly known for their patience. You’ll more than likely be expected to multitask.”
I bit my tongue to hold back a moan. Obviously, I would never do that in real life, but the scenario was scratching a deeply buried itch I hadn’t realized was even there.
“Do you think you can handle it? Swallowing that much cum while men take turns fucking you?”
I released a long, shaky breath, frowning at him. “Jesus Christ, Dominic.”
He swallowed, looking a little out of it. “Fuck. Sorry. Too much?”
I shook my head. “Theoretically, very hot. But just… to be clear… I’m not actually into that.”
He licked his lips, caressing my inner thigh as he nodded. “I’d rather jump into shark infested waters than watch someone else touch you. Talking about it within the bounds of this game, though?”
“Very, very hot,” I agreed.
“Keep going?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Sit up,” he commanded, fumbling with his pants as he stood up. “Consider this your orientation. You’re going to show me exactly how good you are at sucking cock while I tell you what the rest of this year will look like.”
I sat up so quickly that a dark cloud of sparkling fuzz scraped over my head. I wet my lips, staring at his furious erection as he stroked it.
“Show me your tits.”
I yanked down the straps of my bralette, then pulled the flimsy thing right off.
A drop of precum rolled down his shaft as he groaned, and I leaned forward to lick it off.
“Good girl,” he purred with dark abandon. “I never want to see you let a drop of cum go to waste, understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
He tugged at my bottom lip with his thumb.
“We’ll do two hours a day on mouth and throat training to start.
You’ll need to learn to control your gag reflex and strengthen your jaw muscles to avoid cramping.
Most of those men will come back for seconds, Miss Cloutier.
I don’t want you to embarrass me.” I opened my mouth when he angled for it, giving him a teasing lick before my lips wrapped around his head.
Euphoria.
He hissed, gathering a fistful of my hair as I closed my eyes in pure bliss. My inner thighs were soaked. “Oh, fuck.”
I suckled.
The desperate groan that rolled out of him was barely human. I’d never heard a more gratifying sound in my life.
His hips started to move. “Good girl, that’s it. You’re going to make them feel so good, aren’t you?”
I hummed around him, itching to touch my aching center while he talked.
“Keep sucking. Just like that. Take it as deep as you can.”
My eyes watered, my gag reflex close to triggering, and he wasn’t even a third of the way in. My hair was gathered into a makeshift ponytail, held together by his fist. I dragged my head back, swirled my tongue over the sensitive spot just underneath his crown, palmed his balls, and sucked.
“Fuck. Timeoutimeouttimeout.” He pulled out, heaving as he squeezed his shaft, trying not to finish. “Fuck me. Jesus Christ.”
I smirked up at him.
“Give me a minute,” he panted.
“Can I make a request?” I said once he’d somewhat caught his breath. “Can you lean a little more into the degradation thing?”
“Fuck yes. Also surprisingly hot. Who the fuck knew?”
I braced my palms behind me on the bed and leaned into them. “Have you ever done anything like this before?”
“Never. Have you?”
I shook my head.
Our gazes latched, a quiet understanding passing between us. He leaned in, gifting me with a soft kiss.
“What about you?” I asked, reaching up to caress his cheek. “Anything you want less or more of?”
The corners of his eyes softened with an affectionate grin. “You’re perfect. I have no notes.”
“Okay, but if you could choose one thing that would make this better for you. Just one. Be honest.”
He considered me, hesitating.
“Tell me,” I whispered. “Better yet, show me. I want to see. Please?”
He swallowed. “Swear to me you’ll tap out if you’re not into it.”
“I swear.”
His expression darkened, and he slowly stroked himself. “Do you enjoy being a cocktease, Miss Cloutier?”
A flutter sprouted in my stomach, and I schooled my expression, pouting at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He gripped my waist. It was the only warning I was granted before being flipped and tossed further up the mattress. Dominic was on top of me in an instant, the blessedly crushing weight of him holding me in place.
“Why didn’t you lock your door tonight?”
My skirt was shoved up, and I whimpered when his length pressed to my bare ass, pinning me down.
“I forgot.”
“Bullshit. I can hear you through the walls, remember? I know you only play with your toys when she’s working late or away. You fucking want this.”
Holy shit.
Yes.
Let’s go.
“What did you think was going to happen?” he growled into my ear.
“You’ve been walking around here in your tiny skirts and mouthing me off for a month.
What did you think would happen if you kept getting me hard?
” He nipped at my earlobe. “You’re forcing me to do this, you understand that, right?
Just like you made me lick your dripping pussy. You’re forcing my hand.”
I was practically purring under him.
“How’s that?” he asked gently.
“Amazing.”
“Really?”
I nodded vigorously. “More of this. And the investor stuff. And the degrading. And pretty much everything else.”