Page 22 of Twisted Bonds
The move is so fast that I don't even have time to blink. Bain's on top of me, pressing his hardness against my center, as his hand grips my jaw. "No, I'm not the only male, but I am your only Dom, and only I will make this pretty pussy weep…whenIdecide it's time."
Oh God…I want him inside me so bad! I won't beg, though. I've been there and done that, and it turns him on, so I won't give him that. I'll wait patiently. I know it will happen before we leave Italy; I just need to figure out how to repay him. However, what he says and does next gives me the perfect solution. One that I've never thought I'd do.
"Do you want me, pretty girl?" he asks as his lips are at my neck and his other hand inches my dress up. "You want me to slide my cock into your hot, needy cunt and fuck you until you come? Do you think you deserve to come yet?"
I know he's only teasing me. He's saying things he knows will turn me on; it's a game he plays. I just need to hang on a little bit longer. When I feel him undo his pants, I know he's close.
"Would you like Daddy Bain to make your owie feel better, pretty girl?"
He slides his length through my wetness before lining up to my entrance. I want so badly to feel him inside me, but this is so much more than just a quick fuck that will end with me full of his cum and my own needs unquenched yet again. It's about me having my own power over him. I continue to wait until just the right time, knowing it won't be long.
When Bain nips my ear and huskily states, "Fuck, I need inside you right fucking now…"
With a smirk on my lips, I pull back and play my card. "Red."
Twelve
Ryan
Standing under the hot spray of the shower, I replay the scene from the limo when I used my safe word. The way Bain stopped instantly surprised even me. He was looking so bogged down with lust that I didn't think he would hear me because I had waited until the last minute. He stared at me in disbelief before smirking and pulling away.
"Who's the tease now, pretty girl," he had said as he tucked himself away.
Unlike me, he's probably jerking himself off. I'm not allowed, per my Dom's orders. That's okay. I'm used to it, and I'll just slip into bed once I'm out of the shower. I'm assuming we are going to his club tomorrow night since he completely disappeared once we returned to the Villa. He pressed his lips to my forehead, smiled, wished me goodnight, and walked away.
When I return to the room from showering, I find a folded note on the bed. Tucking the towel deeper into my cleavage, I pick up the note and open it. It's scribbled in Bain's neat handwriting, and as I read it, I frown.
Ryan
I went to the club to meet an old friend and have a drink. Try and get some sleep because you have a big night tomorrow night. I won't be long…
B
"Bain went to his club without me?" I ask out loud.
How am I supposed to feel about that? Had I known he would leave me here alone, I would have ridden back with the women and hung out with them for a bit. That's only my first thought. The next one is a thought I should not think about, but I can't stop it from popping into my head. Is he scening with anyone at the club? We aren't an item or anything, so he can do whatever he wants, but if that's the case, we will need to start using protection or stop altogether.
The thought of him being with others and coming home to me doesn't sit well with me at all, though. We need to talk about these things together, so we can be on the same page. I'm tempted to call him, but I don't want him to know how much it bothers me that he left me to go there.
Instead, I climb up on the bed and turn the television on. Not bothering to change into pajamas, I lay back and find some reruns ofLaw & Order: SVUto watch.
The last time I looked at the time before falling asleep, it said it was a little after eleven. Now, I'm jerked awake by a pounding on the front door. The clock says it's two-thirty in the morning and I jump from the bed and hurry out to the main living area. I'm not sure where Bain's room is, so I rush to the door so whoever it is doesn't wake him up.
Looking out the window by the door, I'm taken aback when I see Bain on the other side, being helped by a gorgeous woman. Knitting my brow, I unlock the door and swing it open. "What the hell?"
The woman looks about to fall over, so I rush forward and grab his other side. We drag him in, and we drop down on the couch. I forgot I'm still in a towel and have to clutch it to my chest as I struggle to get back up. However, Bain chooses now to wake up and grab hold of me.
"Pretty girl!"
"Go to sleep, Bain. We will talk in the morning…"
"No, I need you to meet my friend…" he slurs as he talks.
My eyes flash to the dark-haired beauty with the giant rack, dressed in an all-black, skintight cat suit. Her makeup is on point, looking dark and mysterious, and to tell you the truth, just looking at her gives me tingles in my nether regions.
"You must be Ryan, Master Bain's submissive." The woman's accent does nothing to curb the endorphin rush racing through me like I've just been through a sex marathon. "I am Domina. You can call me—Domina."
"Okay,Domina...thank you for helping Bain back home. I hope he wasn't too much trouble for you," I say as politely as I can muster.
