Page 18 of The Dom

“Good.” Nate’s hands were out of his pockets, and he once more looked like everything in the world was going according to his plan. “We’re having a dinner at my place on Friday evening. Ashlee and I would love for you to join us.”

We would? I stared at Nate, my eyes wide. He inclined his head ever so slightly, and I suddenly knew exactly what he was doing. He was giving me the perfect opportunity to tell Finley who I was. A place I felt comfortable, but not my own home. He’d be there so I wouldn’t be completely alone, but I also wouldn’t need to worry about anyone interrupting or overhearing.

“Thank you,” I mouthed the words at Nate, and the warmth in his eyes wrapped around me.

He was taking care of me again.

Eleven

Nate

It hadn’t been easy, but Ashlee and I had made it through the week maintaining a completely professional relationship at work. Granted, we hadn’t seen each other much, but keeping my distance from her had been difficult enough.

I wasn’t accustomed to denying myself like this, and it was harder than I’d imagined. Delayed gratification during an encounter or leading up to one was completely different than not taking the woman I wanted to a room and having my way with her, especially when she was only just down the hallway.

As much as I supported Ashlee talking to Finley tonight at dinner, I couldn’t deny that I was more looking forward to what would be happening after dinner. My appetite for Ashlee was insatiable.

I was accustomed to a ‘honeymoon period’ whenever I found a new partner, a time where everything was new and exciting. It lasted different lengths with each woman, but something told me it was going to be different with Ashlee, like everything else was.

My doorbell rang, and I made my way over to it with a smile. She was early, which meant the two of us would have at least a little bit of time alone. Not long enough to do all the things I wanted to do to her, but I was happy just being with her.

The moment I opened the door, however, I knew that Ashlee and I weren’t going to have a relaxing chat while I finished making the salad. Worry lined her face, and she was already wringing her hands. If I had to guess, she’d changed her clothes at least half a dozen times before deciding on a cute, springy dress that was neither too dressy or too casual.

“You look good,” I said as she came inside. She nodded an absent thanks and went straight to the kitchen.

Yeah, this wasn’t good.

I followed and found her leaning against the counter, playing with the lid to a bottle of water she’d gotten from the fridge.

“Are you all right?” I asked as I crossed to where I’d left the veggies for the salad. I didn’t look directly at her as I started to put things together. “I mean, you seem like you’re…tense.”

“No shit,” she muttered as she opened the water and took a long drink.

“That’s some mouth,” I said, turning toward her, salad forgotten. “I think you need a reminder of how best to use it.”

Her lips parted, soft skin glistening. I held out my hand and waited to see if she’d accept her punishment or if she’d use her safe word. We hadn’t been together long enough for me to be able to predict what her choice would be with any sort of accuracy. Some subs easily slipped into the right mindset, making a punishment just as good a distraction from nerves as getting off. Ashlee was new enough that she might see my suggestion as out of place.

She put her hand into mine, and I led her from the kitchen to my bedroom. The tile in the kitchen would’ve been too hard on her knees. If this had been the beginning of a night to ourselves, I might’ve had her kneel right there despite the discomfort. If we’d been together longer, I might’ve had her do it because it would hurt. Not tonight, though. I was using punishment to get her out of her head, not to teach her a lesson.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my eyes on hers as I quickly opened my pants and pulled out my still-soft cock. Ashlee licked her lips, and my dick twitched. Damn. The things this woman could do to me.

“Down.” The single-word command came out rougher than I’d intended, but she didn’t seem to even notice it as she went to her knees in front of me.

She was wearing her hair back, giving me a clear view as she bent her head. Her tongue immediately began tracing patterns on my skin, though what I couldn’t tell. Blood rushed into my cock, making it grow, but before I was fully erect, she took all of me into her mouth.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I fought to keep my eyes open. I wanted to bury my hands in her hair, hold her in place until she was taking me down her throat, but I knew messing up her hair would add to her stress, not take from it.

One hand snuck into my pants and cupped my balls. I cursed again, grateful I wasn’t trying for stamina. Her mouth felt too good. And then she started sucking on it, and I had to grip the mattress to keep from grabbing her. She moved her head slowly, letting me inch out of her mouth until just the tip remained. Her tongue flicked across the head, then circled the crown before she went down again.

I moaned her name and felt her smile. Her tongue rubbed along the bottom of my shaft, pressing it against the roof of her mouth even as her fingers massaged my balls. She was a fast learner, immediately applying anything that received a positive response so that, in no time at all, she had me on the edge.

“You can finish me however you want.” I was barely able to get the command out. “I’m close.”

Her free hand closed around the base of my dick, pumping it as she increased suction. My entire body jerked in warning, but she kept going, working me until I exploded in her mouth. Without pulling back, she swallowed, lapping at my sensitive skin until it became too much, and I stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. I slipped out of her mouth, and my entire body shuddered at the sudden chill.

I cupped her chin and tipped her head back. I felt her surprise right before my mouth covered hers. My tongue danced with hers, and I tasted myself. Some men refused to kiss after a woman went down on them, but in my opinion, if they expected their woman to use their mouth, they could damn well thank her properly.

When I was satisfied, I stood and helped her to her feet. We went to the guest bathroom and cleaned up. I finished first and kissed the top of her head.

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