Bad Boy Dom (10 page)

She
screamed around my mouth and I deepened the kiss until her hips stopped
thrusting against her hand. Placing small kisses over her face, I let her come
down from her orgasm.

When
her breathing was under control, I kissed the side of her nose. “It’s time to
go. I can’t take much more. When we get back, I’m going to kill your Mistress.”

“Emm,
I like that thought.”

“I
love a bloodthirsty woman. Do you have tomorrow off?”

“Yes.”

“Will
you do a scene with me tomorrow night?”

“If
we kill my Mistress, I can do scenes with you every night.”

“Don’t
worry, I’ll get her permission, or geld her husband.”

“Why
should Damian suffer?”

“She’ll
suffer more.”

“I
guess you’re right.”

“I’m
taking you home now or we’ll never make it.”

“Thank
you for tonight.”

I
kissed her one last time before jumping into the driver’s seat.

We
entered the outer foyer of the penthouse. “You know there are cameras watching
us?”

“Yes.”

“Move
backward and stop when you feel the wall against your back.”

When
her back made solid contact, my hands landed on either side of her head. Only
my lips touched hers. I fucked her mouth again. I wanted Angela to fall asleep
thinking about this kiss and so much more.

***

I
knocked at her door at six a.m. When she answered, I wrapped her in my arms and
kissed her for everything she was worth. My cock was on fire by the time I
finally pulled away.

“Are
you trying to get me in trouble with Mistress?” Her breathing was fast and
ragged.

“The
rules only pertained to our date. This morning is a new day and a new set of
rules. Come on, I’m starving.” I took her hand and didn’t let go.

Downstairs
in the restaurant, we sat in a back corner booth and I fed her from both our
plates while the fingers of my right hand caressed hers.

“I
need to finish a song today. Can you keep busy until tonight?”

“Sure,
I need exercise. These breakfasts have caused me to put on five pounds.”

“Each
pound looks wonderful on you.” I kissed her cheek when the blush crept up from
her neck.

“But
five pounds will turn into to ten and go from there.” She was smiling now.

“And
each pound will be lovely.”

“I’ll
remind you a few months from now that you said that.”

“I
look forward to it. Now let’s go. I need to work.”

***

I
spoke with Lydia and got her approval though I refused to tell her what I
planned.

“Trust
me,” I said.

“I
do trust you,” Lydia said, “but only because you know Samson, my Rottweiler,
can tear off your cock in one snap.”

“The
red hair must make you bloodthirsty, but I understand your warning. She’ll be
fine.”

I
was nervous but ready when Lydia brought her into the club. I tried not to
stare like a lovesick, sex-starved teenager but I wasn’t expecting what she
wore. It was a steel corset that dripped sex. Steel cuffs circled her wrists,
while another, attached to a leash, encircled her throat; a black leather skirt
completed the outfit. She left me breathless and my cock rock-hard. Too bad I
was taking everything off as soon we were alone in the private room. I had a
feeling removing her clothes would be just as sexual as seeing her in them.

I
touched her chin and tipped her head up. “You’re stunning.”

“Thank
you. Mistress had this made for me a few months ago and told me we were saving
it for a special occasion.”

I
looked at Lydia and she winked. “I saw you admire William’s cock cage your
first night at the club and the corset is from the same designer. I like
metal.”

“Comparing
the cock cage to this is criminal.”

“It
depends on your perspective.” She placed the leather leash in my hand and
Angela into my keeping.

“I’ll
do my best to keep it in one piece but I make no promises.” I glimpsed over to
Angela and saw trepidation cross her face. I wanted her worried, and a little
confused.

Damian
had helped me acquire what I needed. And, luckily for me, he didn’t ask too
many questions.

I
took Angela into that same far back room where she had screamed in the shower.
For what I planned, we needed the shower, and this room needed to have the
ghosts removed from my mind and hers.

She
looked around, her eyes resting on the clear painter’s cloth covering the
center floor area.

“Remove
everything but the wrist cuffs.”

Huge
eyes looked back at me but I didn’t try to settle her nerves. I wanted her off
balance and at my mercy.

“Can
you help me, Sir?”

“My
pleasure.”

The
corset tied in the back and she turned. I slowly ran my hands over her
shoulders, down her arms, and then grasped her hips to stop her ass from its
provocative wiggle. She pushed back into me. We weren’t quite the perfect fit
but she went to her toes to grind and cause more friction. I wanted to sink my
cock deep in her ass, but not tonight.

“You’re
a wicked girl but me, inside you, isn’t on the immediate agenda.” I moved her
away landing a solid swat to her behind and smiled when I heard her little sigh
of pain and frustration. “I won’t be topped from the bottom. Trying will only
delay your orgasms longer than I planned but I promise I won’t suffer the same
problem. So, let’s try this again.”

My
hands were no longer gentle. I sank my fingers into her hair and held her still
while my other hand worked the laces. “Put your hands above your head.” The
corset perfectly molded her body and the craftsmanship was impeccable. It was
almost a crime to take it off. “Remove the rest of your clothes.”

“Yes,
Sir.”

I
walked over to the far wall and placed the metal gently on the counter.

Turning,
I admired her lithe frame awaiting my next command. I grabbed a hair tie, pins,
and red silk scarf from the counter and walked back over. Without a word, I
began braiding her hair and then pinned it to the top of her head. The silk
scarf was next and I adjusted it so her world went dark. “Don’t move.”

I
made her wait while I arranged the items I needed. This wouldn’t be a quick
process and I wanted everything in place before I began. Removing my clothes, I
stacked them next to hers. I whistled softly while I organized what I needed.

Finally,
I rested my hands at the top of her arms and leaned in close to whisper in her
ear.

“I’m
moving you to the center of the room.” The plastic crinkled when I led her to
the center of my work area.

The
room also came equipped with an overhead ring. I lifted her hands and secured
her cuffs to the ring above her head. “Spread your legs shoulder width apart.”
No adjustment to the ring was necessary and I stood back to admire my handy
work. I walked away and turned on music. It wasn’t mine but it fit the mood. I
kept it low because I didn’t want it overshadowing my voice when I spoke. I
moved the two buckets closer and then lifted the large Cheval mirror and
brought it into the play area. I was about to touch every inch of her body and
planned to watch us while I worked.

“I
have the heat turned up slightly in case you get cold. You will tell me if you
need it warmer. Do you understand?”

“Yes,
Sir.”

I
started at her ankles. She gasped at the first touch. The mud mixture was cold
and gooey. I used my un-dirtied hand to land another blow on her bottom.

“Stay
still.”

She
stopped moving and I hummed while I worked. The mud stuck to her body as I
slowly covered every inch of skin. I applied it thickly and enjoyed playing in
the mixture. When I finally made my way up to her pussy, she breathed deeply in
and out with small sighs interspersed. I had let some of the mixture dry on my
arm and knew as it hardened it would be slightly itchy. It wasn’t the effect I
wanted but I took my time painting my canvas. I coated the goo over her pussy
and between her ass cheeks, watching in the mirror while I worked upward. I
pinched her nipples a few times before moving to her neck and face.

“Are
your eyes closed?”

“Yes,
Sir.”

“Keep
them closed and don’t open them until I tell you.”

I
untied the scarf and let it drop to the floor. Smoothing more goo over her
face, I left her lips clean but covered the top of her nose and even dirtied
her ears. When I finished, I released the cuffs.

“Hold
onto the ring and don’t let go.” I adjusted the mirror one last time before
stepping behind her and placing my hands on her breasts.

“Open
your eyes.”

She
looked in the mirror. I could see her eyes traveling over her body and then
they lifted and met mine. I moved my hands to rest between her breasts, sticky
yellowish green goo dripping from my fingers.

“This
is you, the woman I love. I need no outside beauty to see what’s inside. I
could love you like this forever.”

Beneath
the mud, the shock was apparent on her face. Tears slowly fell from her eyes
and my slippery fingers came up and smoothed them into the mud on her cheeks.

“You
covered me in baby-shit colored mud to tell me you loved me?” Her words came
from quivering lips.

“I
needed you to understand that my feelings were more than skin deep. Yes, your
beauty attracted me but I’m around beautiful women all the time. There was
something else about you that wouldn’t let go. To begin a real relationship
with you I need you to believe and trust in me.”

Her
hands released the ring and covered her face. I used my body to surround hers
and slowly lowered myself to my knees with her legs on either side of mine. I
took hold of her hands and removed them from her face. “Don’t hide from me.
Look in the mirror and watch my hands.”

I
lifted her slightly and put a condom over my bulging cock, and then began my
exploration all over again.

Her
glazed eyes watched every move I made.

I
finally brought her hands up and linked them around my neck, resting my cheek next
to hers.

“Lift
up Angela.” I positioned my cock at the entrance of her pussy, both of us
covered in mud. My hands grasped her slippery hips and moved her down, feeling
her heat surround me. I rocked her up and down, controlling her movements and
fighting the need to ram deeply inside her. Her sighs matched my low groans as
I picked up the pace and tilted my hips to grant my cock maximum entry.

“Don’t
close your eyes; I want to watch you come.”

“Please,
I’m there,” she cried.

My
hips pushed forward and I pulled her back into me, no longer trying to keep a
rhythm.

The
spasms of her inner muscles threw me over the edge and finally my cock released
in a hard spurt inside the condom, deep inside heaven.

Chapter Sixteen

Angela…

Apprehension caused my slightly bratty
wiggle against his groin when we entered the room. How would he handle me in
this mood? I craved submission and knew my fear came from the undeniable need
to know if this walking sex god would master me. Relief and an unstoppable
wetness between my legs caused shivers to run across my body when his dominant
side took control. He rebuked me with a firm swat on the ass, and stern fingers
in my hair, as he continued to strip me naked.

After he covered my eyes with the slip
of silk, my mind drifted into pleasant bliss; my subconscious was programmed
for obedience.

The next touch to my body was nothing I
expected: instead of warm hands, these were cold and slippery. Something —
God-only-knew-what— was being slathered over my skin, but once I got past the
initial shock, the sensation was not unpleasant. Still, I couldn’t place the
unique scent of the substance.

I finally stopped thinking all together
and let his callused fingertips have their way. His whistling traveled along my
senses and then he hummed. The sound thrilled over my sensitized skin; every
sound coming from his delectable vocal chords turned me on. It was like a
drug-induced euphoria captured my brain cells and pushed them hard into my
pussy. How one man could hold such a timbre of melody when he spoke, whistled,
or hummed far exceeded my understanding. I could come just from the sound of
his voice.

After his hands had spread the slippery
smoothness over every inch of my body, he told me to keep my eyes closed as he
removed the blindfold. I stood perfectly still as his fingers delicately
smoothed over my forehead, my chin, the planes and angles of my cheekbones and
nose.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded.