Page 24 of The Dom

Then she nodded, and I could breathe again.

“You’re allowed to move, but not away from me. If you try to get away, I’ll tie you up so you can’t.” I took one of her feet into my hands and pressed my thumbs against her sole, massaging the tight muscles there. “You have the power to stop me, but if you don’t use your safe word, I will assume that you’re continuing to consent to what we’re doing.”

This was the part of a good Dom / sub relationship that a lot of people didn’t understand. The sub truly had all of the power because they could end a scene with a single word or gesture. It was the sub’s choice to hand over control, and they could always take it back.

“I understand, Mr. Lexington.” Her tone was demure, but there was no mistaking the heat in her eyes. She wanted this as much as I did.

I switched to the other foot and repeated the brief massage. She moaned this time, and I wondered how I was going to make it through this scene without coming before I was ready. This would be an exercise in self-control and denial for me as much as it would be a lesson in painful pleasure for her.

“You’re going to start things,” I said as I took a step back from the foot of the bed. “Touch yourself. Show me how you get yourself off, but don’t take too long. I have a lot planned for you.”

“May I touch my breasts too?”

Damn if her question didn’t turn me on. The expression on her face made it clear that she was asking because she wanted me to either give or deny permission. She wanted to give up that choice.

“Yes,” I said, my voice hoarse. “Show me what you do when you need to get off fast. All of it. Don’t hold anything back.”

She flushed, the color creeping across her chest and down her breasts, but she didn’t argue. One hand slid down her stomach to those fiery curls, and she let her legs fall apart to give me a full view of a single finger delving between her folds. Her other hand moved to her breast, fingers plucking at her nipple even as her lower finger stroked her clit.

Blood filled my cock, and I was tempted to jack off while I watched her, but that would make this about me, and this was supposed to be about her. One of the reasons I’d come in the shower had been to allow me to focus on her now. Not touching myself was my own practice in orgasm denial, and I was more than willing to do that for this woman.

A soft whimpering sound came from Ashlee, and she squirmed as her finger moved in rapid circles around her clit. The fingers on her nipple pinched and held the flesh tight. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, and her eyes closed. I wanted to order her to open them, but I’d told her to do things like she did on her own, and if she closed her eyes then, she should close them now.

Suddenly, her entire body stiffened, all movement freezing as she came. Seconds ticked past and then she went limp, my name coming out in a breath so faint that I almost thought I imagined it, but as soon as she opened her eyes, I saw the tinge of embarrassment and knew she’d done it unconsciously, not registering it until this moment.

I walked around the side of the bed and leaned across to give her a kiss. Soft and deep, my tongue stroked inside her mouth, a silent promise of all the ways I planned to explore her body tonight. By the time I finished with her, she’d have come more times than she ever dreamed possible.

Ashlee was close again. I’d brought her to climax once each with the three toys I’d laid out, and then coaxed her up onto her knees so I could stretch out underneath her and put my tongue to good use. She’d barely finished coming when I started licking her, cleaning the excess moisture from her pink skin. Every pass of my tongue made her squeak and gasp, but she still obeyed when I used my hands on her hips to encourage her to move. When my lips closed around her swollen clit, she cried out, voice cracking.

I could feel her thigh muscles trembling as she grabbed the headboard above me. I sucked harder on her clit, and her climax slammed into her. This time, the strained little mews falling from her lips had a hint of pain. I stroked her hips and down her thighs as I shifted our positions to allow me to sit and hold her in my arms.

She was still shaking as she buried her face against my chest, the vibrations making my stiff cock ache as it pressed against her ass. I wanted so badly to be inside her, linked with her in the most intimate way possible. But I’d set the guidelines for this encounter, and I needed to stick with them, no matter how bad my case of blue balls got.

“Thank you, Mr. Lexington.” She breathed the words against my skin, and I felt another burst of pride. She’d done as I’d told her, thanking me every time she came, but she had yet to beg me to stop.

I tipped her head up and kissed her, giving her a little bit more time to recover before we started again. I worked one hand free as our mouths moved together, reaching for the bullet vibrator again. I flicked it on, and the faint buzzing filled the otherwise quiet room. She whimpered as I broke the kiss, her eyes meeting mine as I trailed the cool metal up the inside of her calf and then her thigh. A shudder ran through her, and I paused, waiting for her to say it.

She didn’t.

I kept my gaze on her face as my fingers ventured once more into familiar territory. Her body jerked when it touched her clit, and she grabbed my arm, nails digging into my skin. The pain was sharp, but I pushed it to the back of my mind and kept my attention on her.

“Nate…” My name was barely a whisper. “Please…”

“Please what, le soleil?”

The metal was already warm and slick as I moved it from her clit down to her entrance. Her nails dug in deeper, her body tensing as the sensations threatened to overwhelm her. It wouldn’t be long now.

“I don’t know if I can do it.” She writhed on my lap, and I could see her fighting not to pull away.

“Do what?”

“I don’t know if I can come again,” she admitted.

I kissed her forehead. “You can, le soleil. One more time. One more and then you can beg me to stop. One more, and I’ll fuck you until I come, and then you can be done.”

She nodded her head. “Okay. Okay. One more.”

“Good girl, le soleil.” I passed it over her g-spot and she cried out, her back arching, nails scratching, legs jerking. She twitched and twisted, but I held her tight, rubbing until she screamed as she came.

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