Chapter 5
Chapter Five
A damp breeze kissed Mona’s shoulders, blowing down past her tight nipples and lower still, flowing from the small gap she’d left in the floor-to-ceiling glass doors. While it wasn’t a hot flash, she was overheated enough to need it.
Not only had Dom booked them the luxury penthouse suite, he had also dropped off a bag in anticipation of tonight. Filled with lingerie he’d admitted he’d handpicked, tubes of lube, silk scarves and blindfolds, three sets of pink furry cuffs, and a vibrator, dildo and a clit stimulator, the bag had been a revelation.
The idea of Dom perusing the catalogue while his cock engorged in his pants, thinking of how he’d use them on her, made a hundred shivers spew over her skin.
For tonight, she’d picked body-oil with dark notes of cinnamon and jasmine, two pairs of cuffs, and a bottle of lube. After her shower, she’d urged him to have one, and then went to town with the oil.
The nearly meditative massage she’d given herself sitting naked on the bed had been blissful, drawing out sweet, sensuous heat from every inch of her. Then, she’d dressed in a gold-sequined lace thong and bra—apparently, he had been thinking in themes already—and tied a silk scarf around her throat.
She let her hair fall around her shoulders. While it was thick, her extensions gave it density and length. She would be eternally glad that her friend Chaaru had dragged her to the hair clinic. It gave her back the confidence she’d lost while it thinned during her illness. Though soon, she hoped she wouldn’t need the extensions outside of these fantasy nights.
Finally, Mona slid herself onto her knees on the plush bed with its cloud-like duvet. She used one set of cuffs around her ankles, then lathered her already sensitive folds in lube. The tight tug of the cuffs around her ankles as she shifted, with the lube warming her folds, sent hot tingles zooming over her skin.
The second pair of cuffs clicked shut on her wrists just as the door to the attached bath opened. Anticipation tightened her belly.
She felt Dom’s gaze over her raised ass cheeks like a laser pointer before she heard the growly sound he made deep in his throat. “Are you my prize, Princess?” When Mona would have turned to see him, he made a forbidding sound. “Do not turn.”
Warmth from his damp skin beckoned her, and the cuffs at her ankles clinked as he tested them. Mona pressed her face into the duvet with a whimper, her muscles jumping with delight when his abrasive palms cupped her ass cheeks with relish. “I do not look at the face of my presents,” he said, easily faking a deep, formal timber. “It is only the pussy I’m after.”
Desire drizzled down her spine like warm honey, pooling at her core. God, the man was a natural.
Without meaning to, she rubbed her thighs together. Dampness seeped through her thong to coat them. Nearly two years of celibacy and hours of foreplay had her desperate to be filled up in every way.
“What do you mean, my lord?” she said, sounding appropriately whiny and scared.
In reward, or was it punishment, he kneaded the globes of her ass. “You speak too much. Wet holes are for being filled up,” Dom said, his rough, serrated breaths hitting her pulsing folds. Wait, where was he?
Dear God, he’d nudged his face between her thighs, right below her needy folds, balancing at the edge of the bed.
Anticipation drew her nipples painfully tight. Mona moaned long and loud when he licked her from her clit to slit before fucking her with the tip of his tongue. Sneaking up, his hands stroked and squeezed her breasts with a dominance that seared her.
Still, she needed more. “Please...” she whimpered.
“Please what?”
“My breasts and their peaks…ache,” she said, arching for his touch. “Won’t you suck them?”
His gravelly laughter echoed through her. When he twisted her nipple between his fingers, she nearly blacked out. “Like that, but more.”
He abandoned her breasts after one last squeeze. “I’m here for my pleasure. Not yours.”
She writhed and undulated, begging for more, the sounds that escaped her mouth erotic to her own ears. His wicked chuckles aroused her as much as his filthy words, her release a shimmering mirage just out of grasp.
On and on, Dom stroked and licked at her, slipping his clever tongue in and out of every crevice, making satisfied sounds that drove her out of her skin. “You taste sweet and tart. Just the way I like it.”
Her thighs trembled as she tried to lock him there, for eternity if possible.
His smug laugh as he slipped away echoed through her needy pussy, making her muscles clench on nothing.
“Please…I’m heating up,” Mona said, not needing to work at all to get into the role. As tightly wound as a coiled spring, all she could think of was the pressure breaking her apart. “They said I need to be pumped full of…medicine by you, my lord.”
“I’ll pump you full of it alright, Princess.” His fingers continued the assault his mouth had begun, dipping in and out of her pussy.
“Please, can I look at you now?” Mona begged, needing the face of the man she’d loved for so long to hold on to, even in the fantasy. After months of imagining Dom like this, she couldn’t bear to not see his face now.
“Then, will you shut up and take it like a good girl?”
“Yes, I’ll take anything you give me,” she said, pressing her cheek into the duvet so she could see him.
Dom’s smile was wicked and wild, his pupils blown with lust. His broad shoulders bunched tight, a damp sheen shimmering on his skin.
She struggled against the cuffs on her wrists, the lean sinews of his chest with a thick dusting of hair, inviting her touch. God, how she loved rubbing up her nipples against that, how she loved it when he sucked her tits.
And his denying her, bringing her to the edge and leaving her there, was making her delirious.
Still, pure joy cut through the frenzied desire as she noted the changes in his body. Even his abdomen had developed muscle definition now. Given he worked relentlessly with no consideration for his posture or energy or age, and both his parents had died very young, she’d worried so much about his health.
“You are a feast for my eyes, my lord,” she said in a simpering tone.
He drew a line down her spine, his touch feather-light when she needed firm. “You please me too, Princess. Every inch of you is…heaven I’ve forgotten existed.”
Pleasure rippled through her at his raw admission. “I’m…scared. Why am I bound like this?”
“For my use, what else?”
While she watched with wide eyes, he pulled his silk boxers over his tapered hips. His cock—fully erect and thickly veined—plopped into his palm.
Mona’s mouth watered and she wet her lips with a swipe of her tongue. His throat bobbed up and down at the sight. Remembering how hard she’d worked in those early years to suck his cock the way he liked, to deep throat him without gagging.
“My lord?” she said, excitement sending shooting sparks to her sex. She fought against the cuffs at her wrists and ankles, making herself wetter. “What is that thick length? What do you intend with it?”
“That’s your medicine, Princess,” Dom said, stroking himself from root to tip. A thick pearl of pre-cum oozed onto his fingers. He rubbed it over her folds, one finger drilling deep into her pussy. She clenched hard but yet again, he slipped out of her grasp.
She smacked her lips. “I’m ready to drink it up, my lord. Will it cure me?”
A thin sheen of sweat covered Dom’s skin as he cursed at her offer. “I will fill your mouth later. First,” he rubbed the tip over her damp opening, then up through her folds, his chest bellowing like a forge.
“My lord, it aches. This thing you do. Please, enough.” She raised her spine and tried to shuffle her knees on the sheets, as if she meant to scoot away from him.
His rough hands gripping her hips, he pulled her back with a wicked sounding laugh that pinged over her skin. “Not getting away, Princess. Not before I cure you of this heat.” Then, with a deep, rasping groan, he tapped the length of his cock against one buttock.
Again, Mona wriggled and flailed and made a show of escaping.
Fingers digging into her wanton flesh, Dom dragged her to the edge of the bed. When he wrapped his fingers around her hair and pulled, her scalp prickled, her arousal spiking to new, explosive levels.
His mouth pressed against her lower back, he licked a trail to the seam of her ass crack. “This pussy is mine, Princess. To be filled up and used any way I want. If you take it like a good girl, I’ll cure all your ills.”
And then, in one hard, smooth stroke, her alien overlord lodged himself as deep as he could go into her waiting, willing, wet sheath.
* * *
His prize, his queen, his wife of twenty-four-years clenched him so tightly that Dom thought it was a miracle he hadn’t blown his entire load in one stroke.
His breath burned in his chest and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head as she wriggled and shifted, sucking him in deeper.
“Are we done, my lord? And yet, my pain is still there,” she purred, her thick lashes fluttering, her spine trembling under his palm.
“No,” he said, sneaking his hand under her belly and tweaking her clit.
She bucked and arched, thrusting herself into his touch with a sob.
God, how stupid had he been to neglect this divine sensation for his damned work? How had he not fucked his willing wife morning, noon, and night, glutting himself on her body until there was nothing but this bliss?
He pulled away his fingers just as her lower belly rippled and her orgasm neared.
“Please, please…” her whispers were frantic now, growing more desperate with each denial. “Please, my lord. I can’t take this anymore. I will break.”
“No, Princess,” he growled, stilling her frenzy with a soft slap against her ass. Her keening moan filled his tautly pulled balls. “And no, you aren’t breakable. Your cunt squeezes me like a fist, with such intensity. You’re here for me to slake my lust. For me to exercise my demons.”
Then he pulled back all the way and plunged into her with enough force to jerk her up on the sheets.
She cried out—the sound a cross between a moan and a scream—and it fisted his cock like a tight band, as if made for the exact purpose. Sweat drops dripped from his skin onto hers in fat plops.
On and on, Dom drove into her, changing up from short, shallow strokes to deep, lingering ones, just as she caught up to his rhythm. Fantasy and reality blurred as he exercised the pain and disappointment and ache of the last months out on her body. The fear of losing her, the shame of how he had let her down…the long nights of loneliness. He purged it all with each rough plunge into her pussy.
This was what he had desperately needed. And he could see clearly why Mona had come up with this particular fantasy. More than just his desire, she’d needed not to be treated as fragile or broken or less than his perfect woman.
The realization made his chest tight, and he increased his pace, falling over into an animalistic rhythm in his chase of that high. Of that redemption in her curves.
Mona caught up, her spine and hips falling and rising perfectly in tune with his frenzied movements. His name on her lips, a thready whispering chant, caught his attention.
Her eyes wide and damp, hair sticking to her temples, sweat beading over her upper lip, she was all woman.
The only woman he’d ever loved and would always love.
“Please, Dom,” she said, breaking their script. “I want to come.”
“In a moment,” he said, with a kiss on her spine. And then he continued his rough, quick thrusts. Soon, heat shot up his spine and gathered in his balls. When his climax was a breath away, he started stroking her clit.
She crashed and burned instantly, her core clenching and drawing out his orgasm, milking and draining him of every drop. Her long, husky moan joined his roar as he fell over her.
Dom continued thrusting until the tremors shaking him subsided. Draped over her silky back, he kissed her temple, hoping she could hear the thundering cry of his heart.
* * *
Minutes, or was it millennia later, he undid the cuffs at her ankles and wrists. When she groaned, he rubbed at the sore spots, then wiped her down with a damp washcloth. When she excused herself and fled to the bathroom, he told himself to not read too much into it.
Later, still shaking from his explosive climax, he joined her in the bed.
Relief coated his skin in shivers when she embraced him.
“Are you okay?” he said, kissing his way down her neck until he could rest his face between her breasts. His orgasm had emptied him out in more ways than one.
“My pain has receded, my lord. For now,” she said, with a twinkle in her eyes. “How about you?”
Dom groaned, his cock already half-erect and grazing her thigh, thanks to the pill. At least, his feverish need hid his crushing disappointment. “I shall use you again soon, Princess. For now, rest.”
She giggled and arched into his touch, a rippling sigh rolling through her kiss-smudged lips.
“I have missed these tits,” Dom said, to cover up the ache in his throat. He licked at one plump nipple and then wrapped his lips around it and suckled deep. For a while, they rested like that, the only sounds the pursing of his lips and her soft sighs.
Until fresh need built up all over again.
Her fingers buried in his thick hair, Mona tugged at him, asking for a rougher, deeper touch. He complied and soon, they were writhing against each other like teenagers.
Claiming hunger, he ate her out. And when she fell asleep, her tears drenching his bare chest, Dom hugged her tight.
Wishing for the night to continue forever and yet waiting for what the morning could bring.