16. Verona
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VERONA
B y our agreed-upon definition, breaking his celibacy streak meant stimulating his cock until he came. But I wanted to be sure of the boundaries. Did he want me to fuck him? And if he did, was that something I wanted?
Yes.
Resoundingly and unequivocally, yes.
I would fuck him until the sun came up, and then I’d do whatever I could to keep him under me for the rest of the day. Then, I wondered how long I had wanted that. Had it been subconscious all this time, waiting to be uncovered? Or had the other night created an insatiable hunger in me? What did it matter anymore?
But telling the others still made me pause. What if we told them and this ended the way I thought it might? I could let Hollywood in, really let him in, and he could decide that I was only another notch on his belt, another lover in a long list of people that didn’t make the cut for the long term. Despite what had happened between us, despite having a connection that seemed deeper than anything else, I still couldn’t depend on this being real ... that there was a future with him that lasted beyond the time it took for him to get bored with me and move on.
Hollywood had the potential to get closer than anyone ever had before. He could weasel his way inside my heart and I’d let myself love him. I’d let myself trust him, and he’d devastate me. Perhaps part of me wanted to throw caution to the wind, but that part who had lost her mother at nine, who had made out with him in a closet and watched him carry on with two other girls, who had a client try to kidnap her and abuse her, that part wanted to shove those mushy emotions way down inside. Keeping it to ourselves ensured a sense of distance that would lessen the backlash, if it came to that.
When we got to my house, Hollywood did a round to make sure it was secure before returning to me in the living room with a smirk that meant he was ready to play.
“Coast is clear,” he said, pulling his mouth into a big smile.
I tilted my chin up to meet his playful gaze with a stern one of my own.
“When you said you wanted to break your streak”—I stepped closer, running my fingers up his stomach and over his chest to his shoulders—“what exactly did you have in mind?”
“Hmm.” He grabbed my hips and jerked them forward so my lower stomach collided with his semi-erect dick. “What did you think I meant?”
“Do you want to fuck me?”
He raised his eyebrows, his grin growing bigger. “Is that on the table?”
“If you want.”
The words barely left my lips before he responded. “Yes, fuck yes. Please.”
“You’re so pretty when you beg.” I coasted my palm up the side of his face to cup his cheek before pushing on my toes so I could plant my lips on his. It was a soft, sweet kiss, nowhere near as commanding as what I had in store for him, but it conveyed my message loud and clear. I would have Hollywood because we both wanted it. I would break his streak because he knew I would treat him with respect and dignity, something his other partners had obviously neglected. He’d said as much the other night when I asked him why he wanted this in the first place.
“I’ll beg all night if you let me,” he muttered against my mouth.
Remembering the checklist he’d filled out, he was okay with fluid bonding, and I’d been on birth control for years. Deciding I very much wanted all of that, I stepped back and nodded to the hallway, gesturing toward the dungeon in the spare room. “Go on, then. Get ready. I want you naked and on your knees when I get there.”
Biting his bottom lip, he turned and rushed down the hallway, ripping his shirt over his head while he walked. I laughed and followed him, turning into my room so I could put on my domme costume and get into the right headspace. Sure, Verona the person liked to make grown men sink to their knees, but it took a special part of my personality to keep up the charade for the whole scene.
I took off my shirt and stared at myself in the mirror, running my gaze along the scar between my breasts. The glass jar hung over the purple flesh, reminding me of how connected Hollywood and I really were. That night in high school had started it, but after this bullet went through his torso and into mine, Hollywood had bled into me for an eternity. If power existed in blood magic, it had certainly wormed its way into my molecules, my very being.
“Do you believe in soulmates?” Ru had asked me.
A year ago, I might have told her no. But the pull I felt toward the man in the other room couldn’t be denied. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I was in love with him. I’d never been in love with anyone. I’d never trusted anyone enough for that, and part of me still couldn’t trust him completely. But what we had was more than friendship, more than a normal domme/sub relationship. Everything in my body compelled me toward him, and I feared it always would. I’d have to tell everyone some day, but I didn’t want their opinions ruining what we might have if they kept their noses out of my business.
Deciding I’d done enough thinking for one night, I shut off that part of my brain, put on my corset and fishnets, and yanked on a floor-length skirt where the slits went up to my hips on either side. I didn’t wear boots, opting instead to stay barefoot since I would probably climb him like a tree before the night was through.
All right. Get your head in the game, V. Break him down. Tear him up. Make him squeal before you give him what he wants.
When I walked out of my room, my dominant alter ego had taken over. I wanted to mark him and turn his ass redder than I had the other day. I wanted to make him yearn for my cunt before I’d give it to him. I wanted?—
Fuck.
The sight of him kneeling on the ground for me would live in my mind until I died. At six five, his powerful body could crush mine with barely any effort. Yet, he willingly made himself smaller for me ... because he wanted to give over that control to someone else ... because he had to maintain it every other part of the day and sometimes, it became too much.
I ignored the strange pitter-patter in my heart, opting instead to circle around him and admire his perfection from all angles. His enormous arms gave way to massive shoulders and a chiseled back with vibrant bruises marking a big V across his skin. It sent a perverse craving straight down to my pussy, clenching parts of me that longed for him all day.
“Look at you,” I said, tracing along his graceful neck. He leaned his head to the side, allowing me more access to his sensitive skin, and I couldn’t help myself. I sank my nails into his trap muscle, making him suck in a hiss through his teeth. “Aren’t you just the most adorable boy in the whole world?”
He laughed, and I liked the sound of it too much, so I slapped his shoulder blade hard enough to make my fingers sting. A bright handprint reddened his flesh, and that, too, pleased me more than I expected.
“Shut up,” I snapped. “The only words I want to hear from you are ‘Yes, Mistress’ and your safeword. Do you remember what it is?”
“Full house, Mistress,” he said, glancing up at me with big, adorable eyes.
“That’s a good boy.” I ran a knuckle along the curve of his cheek, admiring yet again how beautifully made he was. “Such a delicate face. I love fucking it.”
He licked his lips before curling them into a big grin. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Oh, you like the sound of that, huh?”
He nodded, his eyes shimmering like I’d just told him he could have free run of a candy store.
“Well, I guess I know what we’re doing tonight.” Ideas pummeling my mind’s eye, I went to my dresser full of toys and grabbed the biggest cock cage I owned. Hollywood had a giant dick flaccid, made even more pronounced once he got aroused. But the man was a masochist, and judging by the greedy expression on his face, he enjoyed eating my pussy entirely too much. This would set him straight.
I walked back in front of him and kneeled to the ground, watching as he took in the metal contraption currently headed toward his cock. He stiffened and inhaled a deep breath, but his reaction made me pause.
“Do you have something to tell me, pretty boy?” I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to say his safeword and mean it.
“No, Mistress.” He gestured to his dick, currently half hard and jerking to life between us.
He had marked ‘Y’ to wearing a cage on his checklist, so I figured this was okay. But I’d never make a submissive do something they didn’t want to, even if they’d originally agreed to it. I welcomed the revocation of consent at any time in my dungeon. It was the reason safewords existed.
“If that changes, you let me know.” I raised an eyebrow as he nodded and canted his hips forward, encouraging me to continue. He melted when I grabbed him, almost falling forward as I maneuvered the cold metal around his flesh and locked it into place. “Hmm, look at your dick, so pitiful and sad locked up like that.”
Hollywood blew out a harsh exhale and shook his head. “I’ve never worn one before.”
“Really?” That delighted me in the worst way. Hollywood had gotten around Madison County more times than the local bus. Not that I slut-shamed him, but I liked knowing I could surprise him, that I could do something entirely new with him. “You’re going to like this.”
He hummed an approving noise while I walked over to the queening chair in the corner, grabbing it and a mat before coming back to my submissive, still on his knees. He assessed the black box and the rolled-up cushion before glancing up at me with that same inquisitive gaze, excitement and anticipation mixing in his expression.
I unrolled the mat on the floor and patted it. “Lie down.”
He scrambled to do what I asked, stretching out on his back with his hands by his sides.
“So eager,” I said with a chuckle, and his smile shined brighter. “Arms up over your head.”
Hollywood followed directions, and I put the padded box over his face, making sure his forearms were in the right spots so it fit correctly. The top of the box had bright red cushions for me to sit and an opening for him to put his face. When he leaned up into it, I paused to enjoy the shimmer behind his eyes and the grin on his lips. He looked happier than I’d seen him in months.
“You keep your arms there,” I said. “Don’t make me cuff you.”
“Would you?” He lit up at the suggestion. “Please?”
“Such a naughty boy.” I went back to my dresser to grab a length of silk fabric that I liked to tie around genitalia, but since he’d asked so nicely, how could I refuse? Hands trembling, I twisted it around his wrists, securing it with a bow worthy of any holiday present before standing up to admire my work. God, he looked so delicious like this—massive legs spread out on the floor, gorgeous face waiting for my cunt, strong arms locked into place, desperate cock straining against the metal. “Snap your fingers if you need a break.”
I put one leg over the box and sat, ignoring my shaking legs as I slotted my clit right up against his mouth. The box kept me spread for him, and he wasted no time lapping me up.
“Fuck.” The word barreled out of my mouth as he swirled my pussy in his mouth, licking me from my entrance to my clit, sucking as hard as he could before licking me again. “There ya go. Just like that.”
He listened to my cues, learning from my moans so he could make them louder and deeper. Heart pounding and ecstasy shooting through my veins, I rocked against his mouth, my blood singing as he coated my skin in euphoria. He struggled against the bindings, clenching his fingers before opening them like it took all his willpower to stay still, to not touch me the way he wanted. His cock bulged against the cage, his flesh bubbling around the small openings in a way that must have pained him. But he didn’t let that stop him.
My molecules burned as I got closer to my release, my muscles tightening in response to how amazing and perfect his mouth was as he worked me over. I clenched around his tongue, sending a shock wave up my spine and down to my toes. Just when I was about to come, I pushed myself off him, amused when he leaned farther up to keep going.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” I chided, falling forward to run my nails down his chest, leaving a trail of bright red marks. “So greedy.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said. “Please.”
“Hmm.” I lay flush on his torso, bringing my face inches from his straining cock. Even from this angle, I could see the tip was wet with precum, the muscle agitated from being confined. Unable to resist temptation, I ran my tongue over the length of him, teasing his pretty dick in between the bars. He bucked upward and pushed his hips closer to my mouth, desperate for more friction.
Such a greedy boy, but I liked that about him, especially when he was tied up and helpless like this. I laughed and dug a forearm into his pelvis, shoving him back down to the ground so I could lick him again. His salty-sweet taste slid to back of the throat, and I swallowed it down before turning to face him. I grabbed his chin to hold him in place and leaned to swipe my tongue over his mouth, chin, and upper lip—anywhere that was wet with my arousal. The delicious mixture of the two of us thrilled me, and I tried not to think about how much it made me shiver. It could make me come on its own. I could devour our decadence for the rest of my life.
“Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue,” I said, and when he complied, I dribbled spit in his mouth in a depraved display of marking him as mine. “Now get back to work.”
I sat on him again, this time facing his outstretched hands, and I worked myself against him harder. He licked and flicked and sucked me, matching my pace, bringing me back up to outstanding levels of ecstasy faster than he had before. My muscles tightened as I fell forward, holding myself up with my palms on his forearms while I rocked my cunt on his face. I pushed up, panting and moaning as waves of pleasure yanked me under their grips. I crested just as my fingers interlocked with his, and the intimacy in that small connection had me gripping him tighter while stars erupted behind my eyelids.
“Fuck, yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, relishing in the aftershocks of my climax as he kissed my sensitive flesh, bringing me back down to earth.
Worked over and rippling with the aftereffects of my release, I sat up straighter and pushed myself off the queening chair, straddling his chest so I could take it off him and peer into his excited eyes.