Page 46 of The Dom

“Thank you, Mr. Lexington.” I forced the words out from between gritted teeth.

One more. I could get through one more.

“Last one,” Nate said. “Let’s make it count, shall we?”

Before I could process what he even meant by that, the cane whistled through the air before connecting with a loud crack. He’d managed to land across three of the four other lines, creating tiny explosions of pain to stand out brightly against the rest. These wouldn’t merely make my skin sensitive. I’d be lucky if I didn’t bruise.

I closed my eyes, biting my lip until I knew I could open my mouth without making sounds other than the single phrase I was permitted. He didn’t speak either, waiting for me to succeed or fail before following through on whatever would come next. Seconds ticked by in silence broken only by my harsh breathing.

“Thank you, Mr. Lexington.”

“Good work, le soleil.”

I let out a sigh of relief but didn’t relax. My body was too alive, too keyed up. Between my previous climax and Nate touching me, I’d been primed for more pleasure. Pain had confused me, putting my nerves on high alert, unsure what the next sensation would hold.

The familiar sound of a condom wrapper being ripped prompted my eyes to open, and a few seconds later, Nate’s hands were on my waist.

“I don’t want you holding anything back now,” he said, sliding his hands up my ribcage to cover my breasts.

His cock pressed against my ass, too much friction and pressure on the marks the cane had left, but I couldn’t bring myself to protest because all I could think about now was how much I wanted him inside me and how good he always made me feel.

“Make as much noise as you want.” His tongue flicked out against my earlobe, and his fingers pinched my nipples, adding two more conflicting sensations. “My place is sound-proof, so you don’t need to worry about anyone hearing you.”

I appreciated him saying it, but I doubted even the threat of someone hearing would’ve been enough to stop me. The moment he’d told me I didn’t need to hold anything in, I’d began making embarrassing mewing sounds. Or rather, they would’ve been embarrassing if I would’ve been able to muster up the slightest hint of embarrassment. I couldn’t.

He kissed his way down my spine until he reached the small of my back. His lips stayed there as his hands dropped to knead my ass, making me gasp and squirm as he came in contact with the more sensitive spots.

“One day in the near future,” hot air puffed against my skin, “after I take your ass, I’m going to show you how it feels to have my mouth there too.”

Fuck.

“But right now, I just want to bury myself in that sweet little pussy of yours and make both of us come.”

Men who looked like him shouldn’t have been allowed to talk that way. It was definitely an unfair advantage.

Any other thoughts I might’ve had flew right out of my head as he sank his cock inside me with one unrelenting push. Everything became about the slip and slide friction of our bodies with only a thin layer of latex between us. The pain in my ass cheeks when he bottomed out. The ache in my arms from the position I was in. The new pressure on my scalp when he wrapped my braid around his fist to use it for leverage.

He rode me hard, not even pausing when I climaxed, but driving past it, letting it roll over me again, stronger than before. I was still calling out his name when he let out a guttural groan and pushed himself impossibly deep. He kissed my shoulder as he slumped over me, our bodies still joined.

Despite all the ways I knew I’d be feeling this tomorrow, I wasn’t in any hurry to move. Staying conscious was about all I had the strength for, and even that was up in the air. For now, I was content to let myself float.

Twenty-Nine

Nate

The Golden Words release party was this upcoming weekend, and things were going as smoothly as I’d ever seen. Everyone involved was busy, of course, but there was none of the chaos that had been a part of our most recent event.

I only hoped that meant the party itself would go off without the drama that’d been a part of the other event too. Granted, not many people knew about the drama that had almost resulted in me injuring the lead singer of my label’s first band, but that didn’t mean I wanted it to happen again, quiet or not.

Fortunately, Golden Words was nothing like Unraveling when it came to the antics of their members. Four women who got along better than any band I’d ever seen, they managed to pull off a nice blend of pop and rock that appealed to the masses without being formulaic or trite.

This was going to be their second release, and the singles from it were already getting serious radio play. My gut told me that they’d be our top earners soon, and that, if they maintained, they could easily become bigger than Unraveling.

The reminder of Zed and his idiotic demands made me want to thank Chana Beach for being more mature at twenty-two than Zed was at more than a decade older. If nothing else, I would at least give A&R the go-ahead to take care of anything Chana and her bandmates asked for.

I was in the middle of sending an email to Stu to ask for an update when someone knocked on my door. Hoping it was Stu with an in-person update, I called out for whoever it was to come in.

It wasn’t Stu.

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