Page 47 of Hat Trick
It’s like he snaps out of the haze he was just in, and immediately answers, “Yes ma’am.”
I take a couple of deep breaths, clearing my head, and head toward my spare bedroom. Before he came to pick me up, I laid out my favorite lingerie and a couple of silk ties on the bed.
Quickly slipping off my clothes, I put on my crotchless, black leather thong and the matching bra. I walk tothe full-length mirror that’s in the corner of the room and take a second to admire myself. This isn’t even a bra… it has the the straps and hooks of a regular bra, but other than the underwire, nothing is covering my tits.
I look hot as fuck, if I do say so myself
Hopefully Dom likes it.
With one last look, I spin around, grab the silk, and head to my room, where IknowDom is waiting for me patiently.
“Ready or not, here I come, Mr. Foster,” I purr, stepping through my bedroom door.
And fuck, is he ready.
He’s spread out on my bed, completely bare. His corded arms are up behind his head, causing his muscles to flex. I may not know much about hockey but I do know that it’s an incredibly physically demanding sport. And every time I see him or Em naked, I find myself incredibly thankful for it.
Eventually, I feel the weight of his stare on me. I watch as he takes me in, eating me alive with his eyes. And I’ve never felt more powerful in my life.
I’m still soaking in his huge frame lying on my bed and entirely at my mercy. He’s waiting for me to give him instructions, and that fact alone has my feet floating over to the side of the bed. I’m careful to take my time walking over to him, swaying my hips, and holding eye contact.
“Lil… you look—” He pauses. I’ve made him speechless, apparently, but then he continues after taking a deep breath. “You look so fucking…hot. Is hotbad to say? Drool worthy. Sultry? Sexy? Spank me, madam?”
I was trying to stay serious, but I’m snorting a laugh before I know it. His face morphs from scared to howling in laughter right alongside me. This is what I love about Dom. We can be serious when we need to be, but we’re all too quick to laugh until our stomachs are cramping.
Love.
I’ve found myself using that word when I think about them more and more lately.
He stops laughing as I climb onto the bed to straddle him. The way he’s looking up at me has me grinding my aching core against him. I look down at where our skin is touching and moan. “You’re very distracting right now—lying here naked and helpless.” His cock is pressed to his stomach, and I watch his face as he realizes my panties are crotchless, and my wet heat is rubbing all over him. “This pussy is already soaked for you… But I have some very fun plans for tonight.”
I bring up one long piece of silk right over his face, running it between my hands. “What are you going to do with that, Honey?” he asks, but the half-smirk on his lips tells me he knows exactly what I’m about to do.
Running my hands up his stomach to his broad chest, I lean down to press my lips to his. I can tell he wants to take charge and crank the heat up with this kiss, but he lets me keep the pace. As my tongue dances along with his, I scoot my ass up his stomach, allowing me to get closer to his arms above his head, then whisper, “I’m going to tie you up and use you like my own personal fucktoy.”
“Hell yessss,” he moans like I’m already fucking him. I’m not—my tits are just right above his head, and he pulls his chin up, running his nose and mouth up the length of my breast. Without warning, he’s sucking my nipple into his mouth, and the moan that escapes me is not the “in charge woman” vibe I’m wanting to give off.
So I tighten his wrists together a little bit tighter to get his attention. “Did I tell you to use that mouth on anything yet?”
He looks up at me with my nipple between his teeth now, and I swear to god if he’s about to start being a brat I—“No, you didn’t. I know something I can suck on though. Scoot that pretty cunt up—” I cut him off by doing just that.
I grab onto the top of my metal bed frame and use it for balance now that his hands are securely in place, and he can’t help me. Before lowering down fully, I instruct, “If you can’t breathe, knee me in the back.” Most men probably wouldn’t have the flexibility, but Dom is a goalie. He can do the splits in his sleep. Safe to say I’m not worried.
He nods, and I don’t waste another second before lowering myself onto his face.
Then I say the only thing bouncing around in my head, “Imagine this, but Em is sucking your cock at the same time. Or I could be rubbing this cunt on his face, and you could have his cock down your throat.” I know it’s just us right now, but even when I’m only with one of them, the other’s always on my mind. The moan helets go tells me he’s enjoying the fantasy, and it also feels amazing vibrating my clit.
At a sickening speed, Dom has me coming and sliding off his face back onto his chest. His deep brown eyes are gleaming under my pink fairy lights that hang around my bed, accentuating how breathless and needy he is.
I straddle him. “Would you like this pussy wrapped around your pretty cock?”
“Yes, please,” he begs.Beautifully, I might add.“Whatever you need. I’m yours to use tonight, remember?”
I run my finger from just below his pit, down his wide rib cage, and trace from the top of his V-cut to where I’m sitting. “I love to hear a good boy beg.”
I notch his head at my entrance, and in one swift motion, I slide down, taking him to the hilt. I throw my head back in pleasure and start bouncing as I find my rhythm.
“I don’t know how long I’m gonna last…” Those words are music to my ears. It’s got me rocking and bouncing with abandon.
