Craving HIM (Serving HIM Vol. 7) (6 page)

“You left work early to go shopping?”

“I did. And you…are you causing trouble?” he asked, his voice low and warm. But the look he gave me was cautious, easy to read. He was worried about what I was thinking.

I wasn't going to keep him waiting. I rose up on to my toes and lifted my mouth to his, waiting for him to close the rest of the distance to make it clear that we were equal in this. I made it a slow, deep kiss, nothing inappropriate or obscene, but enough to show how we felt.

I smiled at him as I broke the kiss, letting my fingers linger on the back of his neck. “I've been a good girl. I promise.”

His eyes darkened for a moment and then he turned to Maya as he slid his arm around my waist. Her confused gaze slid back and forth between us.

“I wasn’t aware you were planning to come by, Maya,” Dominic said, his voice polite, but cool.

“I…” She swallowed and looked back at me, a lost look coming into her eyes.

When she didn’t say anything else, I ran my hand down Dominic's back in a purposefully possessive gesture. “I was just explaining to Maya, that while she might have been…friendly with you in the past, the two of you won’t be having any more playdates, either here or in the Hamptons.”

I don’t know who looked more surprised by the matter-of-fact statement, her or Dominic. He slid me a questioning look and I lifted my chin, holding his gaze.

I didn't hesitate or say it as a question. “You’re mine.”

“Yes, I am.” A smile curled his lips and then he looked over at Maya. “It’s best that you go now, Maya.” His tone was gentle, but not caring.

I didn’t wait around to hear anything else.

Turning on my heel, I moved back inside.

Dominic joined me in the kitchen a few moments later. I'd poured myself a glass of wine, but had left his empty. The wine was cool and sweet and I breathed out a little sigh of relief at the careful look on Dominic’s face. He wasn't annoyed or angry at how I'd handled things and I was glad, because if he had been, we would've had an issue.

Not that I was in a particularly good mood at the moment either. Sure, Maya had left and Dominic had made it clear that we were together, but there was still a part of me that got a bit nauseous when I thought about all of the women in Dominic's past. It didn't make it any easier that I'd had a front-row seat to some of that past.

“You know that I didn’t really have anything with Maya,” he said as he set the blue bag on the island that separated us.

I arched my eyebrow.

“Aleena, it was just physical. That’s all.”

Oh…he thought I was mad.

I met his eyes over the rim of my glass. The fact that he was worried about how I felt eased away the rest of my negative feelings.

“I know that. I knew it without you telling me.”

Setting the glass aside, I moved across the kitchen. The island still separated us and I leaned forward, bracing my elbows on it. He still looked like he wasn't entirely sure what to expect.

“It isn't you,” I said quietly. “It's her. She came here looking for you and she wasn’t going to get you. You’re mine.”

“So you told her.” A faint smile cracked his face and he moved a little closer, taking up the space on the island opposite where I stood. He pushed the bag between us. “I can’t say I’ve ever had a woman lay down a claim like that before.”

“Is there a problem?” I lifted my chin. He may have been Dominant in the bedroom, but I'd told him that wasn't going to be the case outside it.

He reached out and stroked his thumb across my lower lip, a thoughtful expression in his eyes. “I can’t say there is. If anybody else had ever tried to do it, I think I would have been pissed off. But Aleena…I am yours.”

“And I’m yours,” I said, curling my hand around his wrist, pressing my fingers against his pulse. I loved the fact that his heart sped up when I touched him.

“I bought this for you.” He nudged it toward me and I looked down, eying the bag nervously.

Straightening from the counter, I reached inside the bag and began to take out the tissue paper, smoothing each piece before removing the next. Finally, I had it all out, revealing a blue box at the bottom, the same shade of blue as the bag. It was bound with white ribbon, almost as wide as it was long. It had some weight to it when I lifted it.

Slowly, I peeked inside and a gasp slid out of me as light sparkled off the diamonds that lay on the bed of deep blue velvet.

“I saw this piece and couldn’t help but think how it would look on you.” His voice was low.

Unable to speak, I touched the delicate work of silver and metal, running my fingers across the intricacy of it.

“It’s beautiful,” I said, barely able to find the words. I angled the box and the light overhead fractured in a hundred rainbows as it hit the diamonds. “The metal…it practically glows.”

“It’s platinum. Stronger than gold.”

I just nodded. It could have been made from aluminum and cubic zirconia and I would have felt the same, all because he’d thought of me. Carefully, I lifted it and the metal links slid fluidly in my hands.

“Let me.”

I looked up as Dominic came around the island and took the necklace. Lifting my hair, I let him put it on. It was a wide piece, probably close to two inches long and designed in a sort of cage-work design with diamonds worked into it. When he fastened it around my neck, the weight of it was solid against my chest.

No way I’d forget it was there.

He turned me around and I looked up at him, emotion choking me.

“I can only ask you to wear your collar in certain places without people asking questions or at least wondering,” he said softly. “But this one...the next time we’re invited to a formal event, you can wear this and when I look across the room and see it on you, I’ll remember this very minute. Remember giving it to you only moments after you’d made it clear that I was yours.”

“And I’m yours,” I said, holding his gaze.

“Show me.”

His mouth came down on mine and I moaned into his kiss, weakness and want turning my muscles limp. I clung to his neck as he scraped his teeth along my bottom lip, a moan escaping me. I made a surprised noise as he swept me up in his arms, but I didn't stop kissing him until he laid me down on the couch.

“Here,” he murmured against my lips. “We were here the first time I took you. I want to take you right here again while you wear nothing but this.”

He touched the metal at my neck and I shivered at the possessiveness that lit his eyes. I loved when he looked at me like that. Like I was the only thing that mattered to him.

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, smiling up at him. I brushed my fingers through his hair, then ran them down the side of his face.

“My name,” he said, stretching out over me. “I want to hear you say my name.”

“Dominic.” I slid my hands up his chest and then back down, gripping his hips. “What do you want me to do, Dominic?”

“I want you to lie there and let me do whatever I want to do.”

A shuddering breath escaped me. “Yes, Dominic.”

***

The blindfold blocked out my sight, magnifying my other sensations. The silence. Sensations. I was acutely aware of how it felt to lie there with my hands bound above my head and my thighs draped over Dominic’s shoulders.

He'd been licking and sucking every sensitive place between my legs for what felt like years. My entire body was strung tight, my nerves screaming for release.

“Please let me come,” I begged for the third time.

He didn’t respond, continuing to tease my clit as his fingers moved in and out of me.

I cried out and twisted against his mouth, desperate for climax.

He twisted the two fingers inside me and curled them, pressing his fingertips right against that spot. A wail ripped out of me, and this time, I didn’t bother asking. Didn’t even bother to fight it.

I came hard and fast, my body arching up off of the couch, pussy tightening around his fingers. I shuddered as he pulled his fingers out, then slumped back down, muscles limp. Panting and still sightless, I tried to follow the sound of his movements as he moved away.

He left the room. I could tell by the echoing silence that wrapped around me.

Shit.

When he said my name less than a minute later, I jumped.

“You came without my permission, Aleena,” he said.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Dominic,” he chided.

“I’m sorry, Dominic.” But I wasn’t. Not really.

He laughed quietly and I shivered when he trailed a hand down the inside of my thigh. I knew that laugh.

I was in trouble.

“You’re not really sorry, and now I have to punish you.” He pressed his mouth to my ear. “If you scream, I’ll stop. Then I’ll stroke my cock until I come and you won’t get to feel it inside you today. That won’t make either of us happy, will it?”

“No.” I practically whimpered when I said it. Okay, maybe I was a little sorry now.

“Good girl.”

Damn, I loved that tone.

I couldn’t see him and I didn’t hear anything, no matter how hard I tried. There was no warning, just the light slap against my pussy. I sucked in a breath, jolting in shock, the pain mixing with pleasure. My skin was wet, sensitive from coming, and that only added to the intensity.

“It’s a paddle,” he said, administering another blow that seemed at odds with his conversational tone. “I was saving it for the next time I needed to spank you. Since you came without permission, I think I need to spank something other than your ass.”

“Yes, Dominic.” I sucked in a breath as he did it again. I squirmed, wanting more. He obliged and I moaned as a new wave of sensations rolled over me.

“You know, I think I need something more to make sure you understand not to disobey me again.”

Suddenly, he was gone and I tried to use the time to get myself under control. Then I heard his footsteps and knew it was a lost cause.

“I’m going to put this inside your cunt, Aleena.”

Oh, fuck. My stomach clenched.

“You’re going to feel it vibrating when I spank you and you’re going to want to come. Will you come without permission again?”

“No,” I said quickly. I needed him inside me and I knew he'd only do that if I was good.

When he pressed the rounded, blunt tip of something against the entrance between my thighs, I locked my jaw to keep from crying out. It was cool and hard.

And fucking vibrating.

I had to bite my tongue to keep from moaning and by the time he had it lodged inside me, I was wiggling against it, desperate to get the vibration against my clit. Inside me, it wasn't enough. It filled me, massaging my walls, but it still wasn't enough.

He spanked my pussy again with the paddle and the vibrator shifted inside me.

I hissed out a breath, my eyes rolling back.

He did it again and again, each time sending a heated rush of pain and pleasure to me and I slid into that surreal place where both sensations meant the same thing. It was a balancing act then, preparing for the blows that alternated between light and almost too hard, and trying not to come while the vibrator wiggled and buzzed and rolled inside me.

Finally, it became too much and I started to beg, telling Dominic with my body, with what few coherent words I could form, that I needed to come.

But he didn’t give me permission.

Instead, I found myself twisted and pulled up onto my knees. I barely caught myself on my elbows, moaning as the vibrator shifted with my movements.

Then, cool, wet fingers pressed against my anus and I gasped, but didn't move. I couldn't have even if I'd been willing to. I had no leverage. I dropped my head, pressing my face against the couch cushion as he worked a finger into me. I managed to muffle a whimper as he rubbed the vibrator through the thin wall of skin between it and his finger.

Then the finger was gone and I braced myself because I knew what was coming next. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to make myself relax. The tip of him pressed against my puckered entrance and I felt pressure as he worked his way inside. I panted as the ring of muscle stretched around the head of his cock, and then he was pushing the rest of his thick shaft inside and there was no room, not with something already in my pussy.

It felt like he was tearing me in half, but the line between pleasure and pain had so blurred that I didn't know what to do.

I screamed, unable to stop myself.

He fisted a hand in my hair and pulled me up. The action forced his cock deeper into my ass and I whimpered.

“Did I give you permission to scream Aleena?” he asked, voice raw with desire.

“No, Sir.” I could barely breathe, let alone speak. “Please…please, Dominic. Let me scream. Let me come.”

“You can scream. But don’t come.”

He kept his fist in my hair, holding me in place as he began to thrust into me, filling my ass with slow, steady strokes. The noises that escaped barely sounded human, just wordless, helpless pleas for release. I was so full. Too full. The muscles in my legs began to quiver and I knew I couldn't hold myself up much longer.