Chapter 12 Laura #2
“Spikes?” I glance down at my arms, but there are only goosebumps there.
“Your mood has changed.” His grin turns warm. “Perhaps fighting off inept humans improved your aura?”
“Mm, no.” I slide closer to him. My energy has changed: I'm still worried for Arabella and the inquiry, and pissed I haven't figured out how to deal with Morgan yet, but these fade into the background a little against the lure of Dom's wide, open arms. While everything is chaos right now, at least he's not hurt, and I'm so glad I could cry.
Or kiss him.
His smile freezes as if I said that last part out loud, and if I thought his eyes were molten before, now they’re burning magma, melting through my defenses. He tips his face toward mine, lips questing, still uncertain but willing to leap into the breach.
I press my lips to his, then pull back quickly. “I, uh… You need to tell me what you want.”
Those lilac eyes search mine. “What do you want, Law-rah?” When I don't respond, he brushes my hair back from my face. “What do you need, Law-rah? Talk to me.”
I lean toward him, taking in a deep, steadying breath and breathing him in. Do I dare say what I'm thinking right now?
“I want you,” I say, but then fear flares up. Shit, that was way too desperate! “I want you to put your arms behind your back.” Phew, quick cover.
He obeys, muscled arms sliding away from me. I have to be careful of his shoulder, because no matter what he tells me it looks painful. As he didn't get hit below the waist I straddle his hips, wrapping my legs around him.
He watches me but not in a tense way, seeing what I'll do next, and the place where our bodies press together heats.
I grind myself against his lap to see if he squirms, and he does so, arching beautifully.
I run my thumbs up his throat and along his sharp jaw, as chiseled as the stone cliffs of the Avon gorge. My fingertips bump over tiny scales, and his eyes slide closed slightly, like a contented cat. He's so in his skin right now, openly showing me his feelings.
No mask. No protective front. Just him, pure and simple, honest and true.
That honesty gives me the strength I need to throw myself into the moment.
I press my lips to his, stroking gently along the curve of his upper bow and then down across the plush pillow of his lower lip.
His lips are scaled but smooth, softening as heat gathers under them, hotter with every heartbeat as he rises to meet me.
He stills at first, holding his breath, letting me explore.
Then, curious, he experiments, pressing back, mimicking the rhythm of my mouth with hesitant precision.
I smile against his mouth at his earnestness, and in that instant, he grows bolder.
His tongue flicks against mine by accident, a startled sound escaping him.
I draw back just enough to whisper, “That’s okay. Try again.”
He does, tentative, deliberate. A slow stroke of his tongue against mine that makes me shiver. He tastes faintly metallic, strange and new, but also achingly sweet. His hands clamp to my waist as if the act of kissing could unmoor him, and a ragged hum vibrates in his chest.
He’s learning as fast as I can show him, testing angles, pressure, deepening when I do. His tongue slides and retreats, curious, playful, as though every brush is a question: Do you like this?
I do. Hell yes, I do.
I loop my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, surrendering to the reckless experiment of us. Our kiss grows messy, wet, a little too much tongue—and then perfect again as he adjusts, adapting instantly, delight flickering in his low growl when I gasp against his mouth.
My shirt snags suddenly on the edge of his injury, and I jerk back with a squeak. “Your broken scales!”
“They don't hurt.” His eyes are fully blown out, utterly entranced.
He’s completely mine, waiting for me to lead us through this dance. “What do you want to do?”
“Everything.”
I give him a wicked smile. “Maybe.”
His despairing look is matched by the surge in his crotch. Under his clothes is the hard shell I'm straddling, and it feels like it's bursting outward.
Good.
Leaning in, I press my breasts to his chest. A groan escapes his lips, and I can practically taste his desperation as I seize his lips in another kiss. Claiming, conquering, all that good stuff, the mistress rewarding her loyal brave subject.
I break off. “Tell me what you want.”
“I… I want…” Heavy breaths wash over my face, his eyes liquid. “I want you. Please.”
“Well.” I arch into him, riding a little clit pressure on his pebbled abs. Fuck, he feels good. “You’ve been very patient with me.”
“Always.” His arms tell a different story, shaking as he reins in his desire. Big palms form fists at his side, and another groan rips from him. It feels amazing, sitting on top of this powerful man who wants to please me, and needs my guidance in how. I’m in control.
“Since you've been so patient, I'll let you choose. We can do a lesson in pleasure, and I'll explore what makes you feel good. Or… I can teach you what makes me feel good.”
“Teach me.” Not a single hesitation, and he's dead serious all of a sudden, like I told him there’ll be a test later.
I slide off his lap slowly, masking how eager I am to get off with him watching me. Mm, yes, that sounds perfect. “Scoot yourself all the way against this.” I tap the legs of my desk.
He does so, back and shoulders reaching to the top of it.
“It's a show and tell, so I need you to put your hands on here.” I point to where the thick oak rests on my wooden floor.
Attention never wavering from me, he slides his arms behind to grab onto each leg.
Racing into my bedroom so fast I nearly skid in my socks, I don’t fuck around pretending to choose: I grab hold of the magic wand. It’s not a proper one that plugs into the mains, but it’s still incredible. Just pressing it into my pussy can make me come in minutes.
I bring it back to show him, and his nostrils flare. “What is that?”
“This is a mechanical marvel. You might think our technology is primitive, but this is my favorite ever human invention.” I slide into that space mentally where I take charge in the bedroom as I unbutton my slacks.
Dom watches with unwavering intensity, taking deep breaths as I undo each button. Fuck, this is going to be fun.
I turn around and bend over to ease my pants down over my ass, pulling the belt so it'll bite in a little and emphasize my curves.
Watching over my shoulder, I'm treated to a light show as Dom’s scales pulse to a lilac as bright as his entranced eyes.
He's loving this already, and I haven't done much of a strip-tease yet.
Wearing a thong makes me feel secretly sexy, a little pop of personality under the lawyer persona. This red one happens to be my favorite, because the shape frames my ass and makes it look incredible.
Judging by the look on Dom’s face, he agrees.
“Law-rah,” he rasps, hands clenched so hard around the legs of my desk it creaks. “This is… it’s…”
“Yes?” I ask, all innocent. Corruption is oh so fun.
His gaze locks on to mine. “Please, I want to touch.”
“I’ll let you in a minute. First, I need to show you what I like.”
Nodding so firmly I worry for his neck, he says earnestly, “I will learn.”
“Yes, you will.” Stripping down to my thong and kicking my work slacks aside, I turn to face him again.
I love this moment, standing over a man with my pussy in reach of his lips, but with Dom it’s even more special.
He’s looking at me like he’s never seen a pussy before, because he hasn’t. I'm his first, and it's a huge honor.
He looks up at me with those adoring lilac eyes, and I stroke my fingers through his thick hair. “I don't have a shell casing covering my parts. Just clothes.”
“Will you allow me to see?” His voice pitches husky, low, and the timbre sends my stomach swooping.
There’s no reason to delay, so I slide my thong down over my pussy. Ah. The recent upset meant I haven't taken care of the garden as much as I normally do, but judging by how his jaw drops open, he's into untamed jungles.
I bend low to pull my thong off, and now I'm standing over him in just my shirt and bra. He stares at my pussy, then wrenches his gaze up to look at me.
“Beautiful,” he chokes out, and my heart melts the rest of the way.
“You can touch if you—” That's as far as I get before he wraps his arms around my ass and lifts me off the floor.
I let out a deeply out-of-control squeal as he yanks my hips into his forehead, burying his face in my pussy. Then he sucks in a deep breath as if he’s been flung out in space and suddenly given an oxygen tank.
I keep my balance by planting my elbows on my desk. Definitely a different type of seat to the usual.
His voice is muffled, breath warm against me. “May I… I…”
I lean back a little so I can see him. My hair tumbles down in a waterfall, curtaining us in a personal space. “What do you want, Dom?”
“I… Would you allow me to… taste you? To kiss you here with my tongue and lips, what was it called—”
“Oral.” My cheeks heat. Get it together, I'm a grown ass woman. “You may.”
With a happy grunt, he arranges my thighs either side of his head so they rest on his shoulders. I lean over my elbows onto the desk to brace myself, riding him in a reverse shoulder carry, my pussy pressed right against those scaly lips.
I close my eyes at the first touch of his tongue, bold and eager, licking upward in a big strong push like a tidal wave, sending heat flashing through me. My nipples, already at tense attention, pulse against my bra, the piercings through them heightening the sensation.
He points his tongue, probing along my inner lips, and then up the ridges of my labia. When his lashing tongue finds my clit I jolt, and he immediately latches on.
His hands squeeze handfuls of my ass and pull me in closer, rubbing my pussy against his strong jaw, tongue circling my bud.
I gasp as the sensations turn quickly into a building, mounting pressure, right where I need it most. Clinging on to the sides of my desk so hard my hands hurt, I’m helpless in his ravenous grasp.
He never lets up, tongue chasing me to the peak in a relentless pursuit: the enforcer’s going to hit his mark no matter what.
It's too much. I grab onto his hair.
He pulls back immediately. “Law-rah?”
“D… Dom.” Damn, my voice shakes and cracks.
He turns his face up toward me, cheeks and lips glazed with my juices, concern in his lilac eyes. “Is my performance acceptable? Should I modify it in any way?”
I lick my dry lips. “I need a slower build up. Try circling around a little more before zeroing in on the target.”
“Of course.” And he gets back to it eagerly, no ego bruised. The alpha male guys I usually partner with say they want feedback, but they never take it well. Dom listened and immediately put it into action.
He rocks me back and forth on his chin and laps, warm wet noises super sexy as he enjoys his first taste. I relax fully into it, into him, letting go of everything.
Tingles ripple up my skin as he lingers over my bud with his tongue. It's like he can read my mind. Maybe he is. Right now, I don't care. Fuck, this is amazing.
“Dom!” I cry softly, unable to take any more, and a last swipe pushes me over the edge. I’m coming, hard, fast, too much.
His hands clamp around me, supporting me as I shake, tongue lapping at my pulsing clit. He murmurs against me, a sound of satisfaction that makes the tremors stretch on
Slowly, gently, he eases me down to the floor, his big frame folding with mine so he doesn’t have to lift his mouth from me. My legs slip bonelessly from his shoulders, too limp to hold, while I lie there panting at the ceiling, trying to gather the shattered pieces of myself.
I lost control. Completely. My chest tightens as the thought punches through the haze. What does he think of me now?
Dom finally pulls back, sitting up with a look of reverence and a face glistening with my release. He looks wrecked, sinful, proud. My heart should steady at the sight. Instead, doubt prickles sharp under my skin.
Did he enjoy it? Or did I just give too much away? Has something shifted between us—something I can’t take back?
He picks up my vibrator.