29. Chapter 29
Dom
With a hand on the doorjamb, I lean outside her door. She opens it with such mischief in her eyes I could moan. I almost do, when I see she's wearing a silk, burgundy slip with a deep V. It matches her lips. Something tells me that's all she's wearing.
"You're bad," I say. "So bad."
"You like it," she replies.
Slowly, like she's my prey and I'm deciding on the right plan of attack, I push the door open. She lets me. A sparkle shines in her eyes.
"Such a brat." I shake my head like I disapprove. "Sending naughty texts in public like that. Taunting me."
In one move, I close the door with a kick and put her between it and my body. I cage her. Loom over her.
Her breathing quickens. I lick my lips.
"Like you weren't taunting me," she breathes. "Unbuttoning your shirt like that. Saying you'd find someone to dance with."
I run a hand up her body, feeling my way through her generous topography, teasing a puckered nipple with a quick, soft touch over silk. Until I wrap my fingers around her neck.
My thumb pulls at her chin. Her mouth opens.
"You know my plan is to do you," I say. "All bye week. I'll fuck you as much as you let me. Every night. Every morning. I'll send you off to your office with a good morning orgasm and to sleep with two every night."
"Are you sure you can keep that promise?"
I chuckle and push her to her knees. She doesn't fight me. With a knowing smile, she unbuckles my belt and pulls my clothes down.
"That's right," I say. "Sácalo. Mhhh."
She holds my cock with one hand, the head almost touching her red lips. She gazes at me, and the hunger there could destroy all my defenses. She was right. The look of her on her knees is perfect.
I lean with a hand against the door. The other goes to her head.
"Suck it, Reina."
I groan the moment she closes her lips around me. Not giving up eye contact, she works me hard. She knows exactly what to do and, fuck, she's a pro. My fingers dive into her hair as I fuck her mouth, commanding her with my hand, and holding her in place when my hips need to pump.
I moan. "Are you wearing the nipple rings?"
She hums on my cock.
"Get those tits out. Show me."
She pulls at the fabric of her night gown until the neckline is under her breasts and her chest is on display. With both hands, she holds them and shows me her nipples and, yes. Gold rings surround them.
I whimper. "You're a goddess, Mariana."
She never breaks eye contact with me.
I keep her head still and fuck her mouth slowly. "There, on your knees, letting me do as I will, showing off your sexy jewelry… how come I feel at your mercy?"
One of her hands goes down to her pussy, getting her slip out of the way and touching herself.
The other goes to my thigh, traveling up my leg until her thumb is in the right position to play with my balls.
She rubs right behind them on a sensitive spot.
All while I keep on using her mouth. I lose it.
I pull away. "Tongue out."
She does as told. With the head resting on it, I use my hand and bluff the intention of coming into her mouth. But that's not the plan.
"Fuck. I'm yours to do whatever you want. Even when I'm supposed to be in control. You own me."
She smiles, like she knows I'm telling the truth. Like she thinks I may be right, and not just saying mindless things in the heat of the moment. Still staring at me, she closes her lips on the tip.
"God. Mari, you could walk all over me and I'd ask you to leave scars."
And with that random thought, I moan and shoot my release all over her chest.
I don't let myself fully recover before I bring her to her feet. My body feels heavy, but it's a sensation I love pushing through. Especially when it means I can carefully take the nightgown off her and drop it on the floor… and I can spread my cum all over her body.
She smiles. I smile back. Kiss her. And use my fingers to coat the expanses of her body. In a moment of weakness, I write mine on her skin. She doesn't have to know.
"Satisfied?" she asks.
I kiss her jaw, her neck. "I could go for more."
"But it's my turn."
She pushes me back with a hand on my chest. The way she looks at me steals all my words.
"Take off your clothes," she says.
Right there in the middle of the entry hall, I take everything off. She watches me carefully as I stand naked in front of her. Neither of us has a stitch on.
"Use me, Princesa." I take a step closer, but she stops me.
"I will tell you what happens next."
I nod.
Her eyes rake down my shape. "The other night it didn't take you long to recover."
"It won't take me long tonight either."
"Good." Her lips take on a serious slant. "Turn around."
She touches my back in long passes from her hands. Her fingers trace my tattoos, run paths down the expanse of my body, exploring or recognizing, I don't know.
My hearing sharpens— I track her by sound alone. Rustling reaches me. She's taking hold of my clothes. Metallic clinks behind me. Until she grabs my hands and pulls them back, and leather comes in contact with my wrists.
"Fuck," I mutter.
She's tying my hands. With my belt.
"Will you be good?" she whispers at my back.
"Always."
More rustling. Silk covers my eyes. She's blindfolding me with her nightgown.
I scoff. "So evil."
"Did I say you can complain?"
I lick my lips as I consider. "Can I complain?"
"Yes, but only because I love to torment you, and hearing what I make you feel."
"You make me feel a lot, Mariana."
She leads me to her room, a hand on my bound wrists, with a vibe between us that paints her as a guard taking me to my cell for the night. Except I'm only happy to be her prisoner, if she'll do the kind of things to me she used to love.
A soft edge hits my legs, and I know I'm standing against her bed.
"I want you on your best behavior," she says.
"As you wish."
"Kneel on the bed."
I do.
"Do you remember our rules, Dom?"
"I told you I do."
"List them to me.
I gulp. "We can be rough. We can push. We both get a chance to take over. But when one of us is running the show, the other one listens."
I'm hard again. My chest feels raw with vulnerability, exposed as I am and kneeling on her bed, but unable to see a thing. Helpless. Under her control.
She plasters herself against me. Her arms come around me, and her hands handle my cock again.
"Go on," she says.
"We can stop it at any time." My voice rasps out of my throat. "And if we say no, or stop, or anything like that, the other has to listen. So we don't say that unless we mean it."
My vocal cords struggle the more I try to speak, and the more she plays with my dick. I moan but, when she retreats and leaves me cold and alone without her touch, it turns to a protest.
The push of her hands on my back leave me face down on the mattress and disoriented.
"Shit," I mumble onto her comforter.
I try to adjust my position but she climbs on top of me and stops me.
She speaks to my ear. "We always matched so well."
She kisses behind my ear, the back of my neck, and on my shoulder. She licks down my shoulder blade, then the spot between them. I shiver. Her lips journey over my tattoos, spending some time where her flowers are, but I can't think about it too much. She's moving away, to my side.
"Turn around," she commands.
It's difficult to do without my hands, and I roll without any grace. I don't know what to expect.
The warm wetness of her tongue touches my lips and I push my tongue to hers. She kisses me and gets on top of me, legs braced around my hips. She leaves my mouth before I'm ready and I groan my complaint. It's left ignored as she goes down my body. Bites on the skin of my stomach.
"I hated those crop top videos on social media, by the way," she says.
"I don't think you did."
"I did. How dare you show off like that?" She pushes one of my legs to the side and sits on a single thigh.
"Other people like my body too, you know."
She takes my cock in her hands again and plays with it. I make a guttural noise I'm not proud of.
"You were never the jealous kind," I pant.
"I wasn't jealous." Her thumb makes passes on the head. "But if I was, it's probably because I thought I couldn't have you."
"You can have me now."
She starts riding my thigh. "I could ride you like this and edge you and never let you come, while I come multiple times."
"You can also sit on my face."
"It's not up to you."
"A tus órdenes, Princesa."
"And I plan to make the most out of it."
She does. She rides me, touches me, edges me until I'm sure I can see stars behind my closed lids. We both make mindless, inelegant noises now, filling her room with the sounds of our sexy play.
I groan. "I want to see you."
"Too bad."
"I wanted to see you riding me and wearing those nipple rings."
"You did say that." She whimpers.
"Good God. I need to see you."
She rides me harder. She likes the want in my voice, and I do nothing to hide it.
"Did your lipstick really stay through sucking me off, or am I imagining it?"
I think it stayed on, from my hazy post-orgasm memory.
"You will never know," she says.
"Let me see."
She doesn't respond.
"Come on, Mariana. I went too long depending on my memories. Let me make more."
"Maybe you already have enough memories." She moves faster.
She's slick on my leg. Her hands keep the pace on my cock. My shoulders hurt from the strain of having my hands tied, but it doesn't stop me from fighting the constraints I'm in. I want to touch her, I want to fuck her, I want to sear every sensation and every moment into my brain.
I grunt. "Never enough."
"You want to see me so badly?" She whines.
"Always. God. I need you."
"Dom."
The mattress shifts and dips as she moves off my thigh and, without ceremony, sits right on my cock. The sobs that fill the room are almost identical this time, but I don't get to savor it. She immediately starts riding me, seeking her climax.
"Mariana."