39. Mina
Chapter thirty-nine
D om’s eyes turn heated as he watches me. Did he hear me? I open my mouth to speak again, but he holds up a hand, stopping me.
“You don’t speak for the rest of this session, unless I ask you to, or it’s to tell me to stop or slow down, understand?” I nod my head quickly. Damn, Dom the dom is HOT . Is this how this was going to work, him ordering me around in that husky, dominant voice of his?
“Stand up and face me,” he commands and I jump to my feet as he turns in the window seat towards me. He reaches out and pulls me forward so I’m standing between his knees.
“Remember, you want to stop or slow things down, what do you say?”
“Stop or slow down,” I repeat.
“Good girl,” he says with a grin, and I shiver at his words. “Mmm, yes, you like being praised, don’t you, my good little girl?” I don’t think he wants me to answer so I stay quiet but his eyes quickly narrow on mine as he says, “I asked you a question, Mina, I expect you to answer.”
“Y-yes, sir,” I say, the title coming out automatically, and it feels right on my lips. And by the look on his face, he loves it, too.
“Good girl. Now, take my shirt off.” His request surprises me, but I step closer to him and grip the bottom of his t-shirt, bringing it over his head as he lifts his arms. “Now yours.” I lick my lips nervously as I grab the hem of my sweater and start pulling it up. “Slower,” he commands.
I lift it slowly, and when it’s covering my head, he grabs my waist, making me gasp in surprise. He slides his hands up my sides and just as my sweater is high enough that it covers my eyes but my mouth is free, he grips my arms and commands, “stop.”
I do as he says, my arms stuck above my head in my shirt and unable to see anything as I pant heavily and wait. His large hands slowly move up and down my sides, then his lips press against my stomach, making me gasp. I have a brief moment of insecurity, of him seeing all my scars, but the way he touches me so reverently, makes me quickly shove that thought aside.
He kisses me slowly over my stomach as his hands come back down and he pushes his thumbs into the top of my yoga pants and slowly peels them down my legs to the floor.
“Lift,” he says, pulling my leg free. When I place it back down, I instinctively lift the other so he can fully remove my pants. “Good girl,” he whispers, then he’s grabbing my waist again, right before his lips press into my abdomen, over my scar.
I open my mouth to speak, to tell him he doesn’t need to touch me there, knowing how ugly the scar is, but his words ring in my head, telling me not to speak. He told me to give control over to him, that he knows what I need, even if I don’t.
So I stay quiet as he kisses my stomach. I don’t say a word as he trails kisses down my scarred legs, and I stay silent as he tells me, without words, that I am enough. That every part of me is beautiful.
Tears try to break free as I realize what he’s trying to tell me about this dom-sub situation. I never would have known this was something that I needed, but he knew. He knew my scars were silently bothering me and he’s showing me that I don’t need to hide them from him, that he loves every inch of me.
His kisses start to climb my body until they reach my chest. He sucks my nipple through my bra, making me arch my back in pleasure. His hands slide around to my back and he quickly unclasps it. It can’t go anywhere as my hands are still stuck above my head, but it gives him the freedom to push my bra up so he can squeeze my bare breasts in his hands, making me moan.
He slowly licks and sucks one nipple into his mouth until I feel like I could orgasm from that feeling alone. Then he moves to the other, repeating the torture. His hands replace his mouth as his kisses climb my chest and neck, then he stops.
I lick my lips in anticipation, praying he’ll kiss me there. But it doesn’t come. His hands squeeze my chest, and I shiver in anticipation of where his mouth will go next. I can feel his hot breath on my lips so I move them forward a little, trying to make contact and he lightly laughs, like he enjoys my neediness.
He keeps me in that position for what feels like hours, but it is probably less than a minute before he finally presses his lips against mine. He’s slow but so strong and forceful. I let him take complete control of the kiss and my body tries to sag in relief. His arms wrap around my back, holding me to him as he devours me, his tongue commanding mine as passion and heat fill me.
He doesn’t stop kissing me as he lifts me right off my feet, carrying me somewhere. I feel something soft beneath my ass as he sits me on the bed. He slightly pulls away as his hands move up and pull my sweater all the way off. He quickly grabs my arms and very slowly lowers them .
“Sometimes they can hurt after being in a position like that for too long, so we want to lower them slowly,” he explains. Once they’re at my side, he rubs his hands up and down my arms as he asks, “do they hurt at all?” I shake my head and he smiles. He grabs my bra straps and pulls them down my arms and tosses my bra over his shoulder, his eyes zeroing in on my chest right before his hands squeeze them.
“Remember to tell me if you need me to stop or slow down, okay, Kitten? We don’t know your limits yet, but we’ll learn them together. It’s okay for you not to like something, it doesn’t change our enjoyment of this. It’s about finding what you like, not forcing you to do things you don’t. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Now climb up on your bed and lay in the middle, head on the pillows.”
I quickly do as he says, and he stands at the foot of the bed, watching me carefully, like he’s thinking about something. I want to ask, but he told me not to speak unless telling him to stop.
“Lift your hands above your head and hold the headboard.” I do as he says and fidget nervously, feeling like he can see so much more of me like this. “Spread your legs,” he demands, and I follow his direction. “Wider.” I move them further apart and feel exposed as his eyes trail up and down my body.
“Do you trust me, Kitten?”
“Yes, sir,” I answer without hesitation.
He moves to the door and opens it wide, then looks back at me with a smirk before he steps into the hall and yells, “guys, get up here!”
My breath hitches and when he steps back into the room, it’s as if he knows what I’m thinking, telling me, “don’t move, Kitten.” I lick my dry lips, but my wide eyes move to the empty doorway, when I hear the heavy footsteps running up the stairs.
Dom moves around to my other side just as Max jogs into the room, followed quickly by Tucker and Jasper.
“Holy shit,” Max says, his wide eyes taking in my body.
“Dom?” Jasper asks, sounding nervous as he steps closer to me.
Ben, Atlas, and Gideon make their way into the room until seven sets of eyes are staring at me, making me squirm.
“Don’t move,” Dom commands, and I fight to keep still.
“Fuck,” Atlas swears under his breath, as his chest rises and falls heavily.
“Dom, what’s going on?” Gideon asks carefully. I can see him trying to avoid looking at me, but he can’t seem to help himself, his eyes bouncing between my body and Dom.
“She’s agreed to give me control. I think she’ll enjoy having you all as an audience. But if you don’t want to watch, you’re free to go,” Dom replies as he turns to look at Gideon.
They must be just as worried as I am that Gideon doesn’t want me like that, because everyone turns to look at him.
Gideon looks pained as his eyes roam my body, and when he steps over to my window and takes a seat in my nook, some of the tension starts to drain from my body. He wants to be here.
“Get comfortable boys,” Dom says, and they all take seats around the room. He undoes his belt and takes off his jeans, tossing both aside before moving back to the foot of the bed, looking up at me with heat in his eyes.
All he’s wearing is a pair of tight maroon boxer briefs and I can see how hard he is already, his erection straining to be freed .
He kneels between my feet until he can lean forward and grab my panties. Then he slowly pulls them down my legs as he backs off the bed. He tosses them at Jasper, who catches them with ease before taking a big whiff. My eyes widen as he smirks at me, then he shoves them in his pocket. Well, okay then.
Dom grips my ankle, making me look back at him, then bends to kiss my foot. Slowly, he kisses up my leg until he’s kneeling again, then he wastes no time sinking his tongue into my pussy, making me cry out in pleasure.
His hands roam my body, ending on my breasts where he plucks at my nipples, making me squirm with need.
“Open your eyes,” he commands. I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them. He places a kiss on my clit before giving me another order. “You keep your eyes open, and on us. You can watch me worship your body, or you can watch them, watching you get worshipped.”
My eyes flick to the men around the room, and I can see the heat in their gazes. Max smirks at me with a wink, making me feel a little more relaxed. Dom sinks his tongue back into me and I fight to keep my eyes on Max. He groans, even over the sound of my own noises of pleasure, and watch him palm himself through his jeans. Is this turning him on?
Dom continues to work me up until the point where I think I’m about to come, then he stops and sits back on his heels. “Get on your knees, Kitten.”
I quickly scramble to sit up, matching his position. “Good girl, stay there,” he orders as he moves around behind me. I feel the heat of his body as it presses against mine. His hands move around my heated skin, one starts teasing a nipple while the other flicks my clit. He then sinks two fingers into my pussy, making me arch my back and cry out .
He kisses my neck as his fingers start to work me up again. And just like last time, he stops right before I reach my peak, making me cry out in frustration.
“Eyes on them, Kitten,” he reminds me. My eyes meet Jasper’s as Dom’s hard cock rubs through my folds, getting himself wet and ready.
Jasper doesn’t take his eyes off as mine as he undoes his pants and pulls his cock out. My eyes widen in shock, not expecting that from him. I can’t tear my eyes away as he slowly starts stroking it.
I lick my lips just as Dom lines himself up and thrusts into me. Jasper seems to match the movement with his cock in his hand, giving me a visual to what Dom is doing to me, and it makes me pant heavily with need.
I reach back, holding Dom’s head to my neck as he starts fucking me hard. He uses one hand on my breast and the other on my clit as he works me up fast. “Don’t come until I tell you to, Kitten,” he warns me and I whimper in frustration, feeling so close to the edge.
I want to beg for release, but he told me not to speak, so I moan and pant as he keeps my body right on the edge until the point where I’m not sure I can hold back any longer. I watch Jasper pull my panties from his pocket and wrap them around the end of his cock right before Dom whispers, “come for me, Kitten.”
I watch Jasper as he comes in my panties and that helps me tip over the edge, making me scream louder than I ever have before. Dom’s fingers work my clit and nipple fast as he gently bites my ear lobe and I clamp down on his cock. My voice gives out halfway through so my screams turn silent.
He sinks deep into me right before he comes, filling me with his heat. I pant heavily as I start to come down from my high, my body trembling from exhaustion. He wraps his arms around me and helps ease us back until I’m sitting between his outstretched legs while he leans against the headboard.
He gently kisses up and down my neck as I watch all the guys’ heated faces. Jasper wipes himself clean with my panties before tucking himself away. When he sees me watching, he smiles, giving me a wink, making me blush.
Suddenly, ‘ I’m Too Sexy ’ starts playing and all our faces turn to Atlas. He looks confused for a moment, then when he realises it’s his own phone ringing, he pulls it out and silences it. He lifts his head and glares at Max.
Unable to hold it in any longer, a loud burst of laughter erupts from me, and I’m followed quickly by the twins. I had completely forgotten the dare I gave Max to change Atlas’s ringtone. I hold my stomach as I laugh and glance up to make sure Atlas isn’t mad. But he’s no longer glaring at Max, now he’s smiling warmly at me.
I glance around and see everyone smiling, making my heart feel warm and happy. Is this what love is supposed to feel like? A warmth that radiates from your chest at the sight of the people you care about? A feeling that only grows when you see them happy and smiling? And an intensity that feels all encompassing when they direct that happiness at you?
If that was true, then that makes me a woman who’s in love with seven amazing men.