Page 23 of The Dom

Nate’s index finger tapped my cheek. “Don’t get lost in your head, le soleil. What I have planned is going to be better than what you’re imagining.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but he gently closed it. I didn’t need him to tell me that he could come up with much better sexual fantasies than I ever could. My brain didn’t work that way, but I was glad his did.

“While we’re in the shower, you’re going to help me with something. After we’re done, I’m going to reward you for your courage tonight.”

I didn’t brush off his praise. I basked in it. Nate didn’t give empty compliments.

He kissed me again, lingering a little longer this time. A little hungrier. Heat curled in my belly, and my fingers curled in his shirt. I went up on my toes, needing to be closer to him. It was never close enough.

We made our way to the guest bathroom, shedding clothes along the way so that we were both deliciously bare by the time Nate turned on the shower. While we waited for the water to heat, he took down my hair, running his fingers the whole long length.

“Such a beautiful color,” he murmured as the strands slipped between his fingers.

Before I could figure out if I was supposed to thank him for the kind words, he was picking me up and moving us both into the shower. While I hadn’t yet been in his bedroom or master bathroom, I could only imagine how large the shower in there must be since this one fit the two of us easily enough. If we’d tried to do this in my shower, it would’ve been a disaster.

Neither of us spoke as Nate washed my hair, fingers massaging my scalp until I was practically purring. My eyes were closed, head tilted back, water the right temperature – I was in heaven. I lost track of time as he worked conditioner into my hair and let it do its magic while he washed my body. Nothing he did was specifically sexual, but it was all sensual. Each caress stoked the fire inside me, somehow managing to relax me and wind me up at the same time.

I’d nearly forgotten about him saying that I was going to help him with something, but it came rushing back to me when, after he’d finished cleaning me, he put my hand on his cock.

My fingers curled around the shaft instinctively, and I immediately opened my eyes to watch. He was thick and hard already, curving up toward his flat stomach. I moved my hand up until the tip disappeared into my fist, and then back down to the base where my fingers couldn’t even touch.

When I started to go to my knees, he stopped me with a hand on my arm. “Just your hand,” he said. “And I want you looking in my eyes while you do it.”

I nodded mutely, raising my gaze to meet his. My hand moved over him with smooth, steady strokes, and I held his eyes, watching his irises darken to near-black. I tightened my grip, and he groaned, sending a rush of arousal straight through me. I wanted him to make that sound for me again. Up and down, my skin slipped across his as I alternated speed and pressure, observing the slightest changes to his breathing, to the noises he made.

“I’m going to come.” The words ground out from between gritted teeth.

I squeezed as my fist went from the very bottom all the way to the tip, and the moment my thumb swiped across the top, he came. His eyes closed, but I kept watching his face as I milked every last drop from his cock, releasing him only when his entire body shuddered, telling me that he was too sensitive for me to keep touching him.

I washed him then, careful not to handle him too roughly. By the time I was done, his breathing had returned to normal, and his eyes were open, intent on me as I moved. He didn’t speak, though, until we were toweling off.

“Go lay on the bed. I’m going to get a few things together and then join you.”

Curiosity piqued, I considered asking what he intended to do, but I trusted him to surprise me with something I’d enjoy. I was on the bed alone only for a few minutes before Nate came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, his hands full of things I couldn’t quite make out.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

I nodded. “Beagle.” He raised an eyebrow, and I added, “Mr. Lexington.”

“Good. Don’t forget to use it if it’s too much.”

I honestly didn’t know how to take that.

“I’m going to make you come. A lot.” As he spoke, he laid out what he’d brought. A bullet vibrator. A smooth plastic cylinder that I assumed was another vibrator. A phallic-shaped dildo that wasn’t quite as large as he was.

“Thank you, Mr. Lexington?” I made it a question, unsure why he’d feel like he needed to warn me if he was going to let me come.

“You’re going to thank me every time you climax,” he continued. “Until it’s too much and then you’re going to beg me to stop. That’s when I’ll finally fuck you, and you’re going to ride that line between pain and pleasure until your body can’t tell the difference.”

I caught my breath as it finally sunk in what he intended to do, as I imagined what it would feel like to have him still applying pressure and friction when my nerves were raw from too much stimulation.

What the fuck had I gotten myself into?

Fifteen

Nate

As I always seemed to do when I introduced something new to Ashlee, I waited to see if this would be the moment she’d finally decide it was too much. This was tricky, though. People didn’t always realize that too many orgasms could be harder to handle than being denied that release. From the way her eyes widened, I assumed she’d figured at least some of that out.

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