Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
Tommy
It’s been four days since someone attacked Stella and Pauly.
She was up and out of bed the next day despite my reservations.
She pointed out she’s the nurse not me. She took out my stitches to remind me.
I’m glad to be done with the pain pills that kept me upright for the last few weeks.
They didn’t make me feel invincible, but they kept me from passing out a few times.
She and her family spent the night at my mother’s when she got hurt.
I sneaked into my room since I was supposed to be in a guest room down the hall.
I kissed every inch of her, grateful the bruises were the worst that lingered.
I worshipped her tits and clit, toying with them and edging her for an hour.
Then I spent the rest of the night repeatedly making her come then holding her.
We dozed here and there, and she offered to get me off.
I called her my pillow princess, which made her laugh.
She told me it was the only princess she’d agree to be called.
I couldn’t get enough of her. I couldn’t get enough of her feel, her taste, her scent, or her hushed noises she made.
The sight of her tempted me to jerk myself off while making her come.
It was totally vanilla, too. She called me Tommy rather than Sir or Master.
We were equals in all of it, and she told me what she wanted more or less of.
I gave her everything short of sex. We knew she wasn’t up for that, but it tempted us.
We wanted to make love, but it wasn’t the time or the place.
Tonight is.
Even though Frank and Santi know I was sneaking Stella out of the hotel, I haven’t stopped.
Her family returned to the hotel the second night I was back, so I went there.
That night and last night we went to my place.
We were exhausted and sweaty while we clung to each other in my shower just before dawn both yesterday and today.
“You look beautiful, bambi.” I hold the back door to the club open.
“Thank you. I know I’m with the hottest man in here.”
We slip into the private room without anyone seeing us.
I’ve permanently removed it from the website, so no one can reserve it.
Maybe I’ll make it available again once Stella and I can have a playroom at our home, but for now, I won’t share this with anyone else.
This is our private sanctuary. I watch her walk ahead of me while I reach back and flip the lock.
“Strip, little one.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She’s in the pleather shorts and string top she wore the first time she came here with the strappy sandals from the night we ran into each other at her club in Chicago.
She makes my cock ache to be inside her.
I’m unprepared for her to slip her phone out of her purse and for music to start. I’m in for a show.
She mentioned how much she wished there was a large chair in here like in the room we used in Chicago.
I know she loathed getting me off, and me leaving her behind, but she also relished submitting to me on her knees.
The one I ordered arrived yesterday, so I walk over to it as her hips sway, and she runs her hands over her tits and belly.
She’s wearing so little this won’t take long. She’s prolonging it by teasing me.
Two can play this game.
I unfasten my pants, a bored expression on my face.
She watches me push down my boxers then fist my cock.
I use long lazy strokes. Anything faster, and I’ll come.
But that’s not how it looks. She turns away from me, annoyed she’s not the one stroking me.
I know she wants to. She bends over to unfasten her shoes.
She keeps moving her hips then shakes her ass before stepping out of her sandals.
Her hands run up the back of her thighs before she straightens and looks at me over her shoulder.
Once she’s facing me again, she unfastens the shorts and hooks her thumbs in her waistband.
She teases as though she’ll pull them down, showing then covering the tops of her hips.
I growl when she sticks her right hand down the front and slips her fingers into her cunt.
She pulls them out and holds them up for me to see.
“I told you to strip, bambi. I didn’t tell you to finger yourself.”
“Oops. Sorry, Sir.” She’s anything but.
She reaches back and pulls the thread that barely keeps her top in place.
It’s sheer with a plunging V neckline. The spaghetti straps are so thin, they’re hard to see at some angles.
When she takes three steps back, I’m out of the chair and pounce.
She has a coat to wear back to the hotel.
I snatch the front of the top and yank. The straps break, and I toss the material aside.
I slap both tits before twisting her nipples.
“Finish.”
I back up to the chair and sit again. She stares at me for a moment before she remembers what she’s supposed to do.
“Yes, Sir.”
Her fingers hook back into her waistband as she shimmies the shorts down a couple inches. She turns away from me again as she pushes them off her hips and to the floor.
“Spread your cheeks.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I’m going to fuck her as many times as she can handle tonight, and her ass is one way. I walk over to her and twirl the butt plug I put in while we were at the hotel. I tug a little, and she clenches.
“Did you become the Domme and me the sub? Do you decide?”
“No, Master.”
I clear my throat.
“Sorry. No, Sir.”
The term Master has never bothered me in the past. But I think because I want something permanent with Stella and something romantic as well, the idea of master and slave doesn’t feel right.
She agreed, but I think my questions and tone made her lapse into what would have been an appropriate response were we not a couple.
I refuse to consider we aren’t despite Uncle Mano remaining a barrier to us truly being together. Fuck him.
I toy with her ass a little more as I kiss along her shoulder and up her neck. I massage the opposite shoulder before sliding my hand down to cup her right breast. I knead it, gentle now instead of how I was a few minutes ago when I punished her. I do the same on the other side.
I scoop her into my arms and carry her to the enormous bed. I’ve already threatened to get a twin bed for our room—we’ve already agreed to live together as soon as we can—so she has to sleep on top of me with no room to get away. She laughed but agreed.
Once I lay her down, I walk back to the bag I left by the door. I bring it with me and pretend to rummage through it. Overnight delivery meant I had all of this before she came over to my place the night after I got back.
I pull a dildo from the bag along with nipple clamps, a blindfold, and a flogger.
I observe her as she nods to each thing I hold up, and she watches me lay them each on the mattress.
I learned how tight she likes the clamps the first time we used them, so I fasten them onto her now.
I slip the blindfold on before I reach back into the bag and pull out two more things.
I wrap a set of handcuffs around her wrists before lifting her arms over her head.
I drop the chain over a hook on the headboard and fasten the latch that’ll keep them in place.
“You were a naughty little sub a few minutes ago. Don’t think I’ve already forgotten.”
“I don’t think you ever forget anything, Sir.”
“Not with you, bambi.”
I watch her cheeks pinken, and her lips press together to hide her smile.
I move away from the head of the bed and grab the spreader I also got out of the bag once I blindfolded her.
I move her legs as far apart as the bar goes.
Her pussy’s gleaming with anticipation. There’s one last thing for me to get from the bag, so I reach in as I press the tip of the dildo into her cunt.
I twirl it like I did the butt plug before I put two inches into her.
She tries to lift her hips off the mattress, but I pull the dildo out and slap her clit. She settles immediately.
When I put the dildo back, I don’t ease it in.
I thrust it, knowing how deep she can take it.
At the same time, I use the tiny soft feathered paintbrush I grabbed.
I sweep it over her clit, and she screams. Her belly twitches with her gasps.
I leave the dildo buried inside her, leaving her feeling full between it and the butt plug.
The feather bristles swirl around her clit before trailing up to her left nipple. I brush it over the tip of the nipple protruding from the clamp. I tease her, moving between her nipples and clit with an unpredictable pattern. Sweat glistens at her temples as she breathes through her aching need.
“How badly do you need to come, bambi?”
“The pain in my nipples is the only thing making the ache in my pussy bearable, Sir.” Her voice is strained as she struggles to speak.
I continue to torture her with pleasurable pain as I strip.
When I’m naked, I remove the spreader, handcuffs, then blindfold.
She blinks as she focuses on my cock. I’m leaking and ache as much as she does.
My balls are not happy with me. I unfasten her left clamp and suckle.
I massage her breast as I ease the rush of pain that comes with the freedom.
I move to the other side, loving her tits are the perfect handful.
“You didn’t use the flogger, Sir. Was that just to confuse me?”
“Yes.”