Page 60 of A Good Girl's Guide to Dominance
I play the video, biting my lips together at the sight of Rome fucking my mouth. His moans sound so good, but I have to keep the volume as low as I can. If I was at home, I would play the sound over my stereo just to hear his deep voice telling me how good my mouth feels. Hearing the slap of the flogger against my ass sends my hand sliding down my stomach before pushing itself between my legs like it has a mind of its own. I rub my clit on top of my pants as the video continues.
In only a minute, I can feel how wet I am, and I don't want evidence of it being apparent when I walk back into my office, so I push down my zipper and move my panties to the side.
“Fuck,” I whisper to myself as I hold the video close to my face so I can hear it.
The scene on the screen shifts when Rome sets the camera down on top of his gold sex chair, giving me a wide view of the moment he centers the wand beneath me, and positions himself behind me. I watch him stretch a condom over his cock, step forward, and enter me from behind. I have no choice but to rub my clit as I watch him ravage me, remembering how good it felt and how I lost myself in it. As I watch, I can practically feel the vibrator sending me into another dimension of pleasure. Rome fucks me hard and fast, each long strong jolting my entire body forward until the moment my eyes roll into the back of my head when I come in the video. I watch myself melt first, followed by the moment Rome closes his eyes and nearly collapses on top of me from the intensity of his orgasm. Seeing the way his muscles flex and twitch sends me careening over the threshold, and I come right there in the stall, my toes curling in my shoes as I pray no one walks in at this exact moment. If they do, I’ll certainly be caught because I'm too wrapped in it to stop. I do my best to hold back my moans, pressing my lips together as hard as I can until I finally come down.
When I turn off the video, I can hear myself panting hard and loud, but the bathroom is still empty. Thank goodness.
“Oh, my god,” I whisper to myself, smiling as I lean back on the toilet, still breathing hard.
I can't believe I just did that. I'm at work … and I loved it. Still beaming, I go to the camera app on my phone and record a quick video of my fingers sliding through my wet pussy, then I send it to Rome. It’s the least I can do since he surprised me this morning.
I spend the next few minutes getting cleaned up and making sure my makeup isn't ruined from the sweat beads that decorated my forehead, then I hurry out of the bathroom. When I walk past Rome’s office, I turn around to look at him and seethe moment he lifts his phone to see my message, and I can't wipe the smirk off my face.
“Sorry about that,” I say to Jeremiah and Sierra who are seated in the chairs in front of my desk. “Now where were we?”
“Jeremiah’s mock-up,” Sierra answers with a little attitude, but it doesn't faze me after what I just did.
The two of them stand up and we begin going over the details of the Golden Diamond billboard, pointing out things we'd like to delete, resize, or move to a different spot. All of us add our input on what the next mock-up should look like, and just before we agree on the changes, my phone chimes again. I take a step back to look at the message from Rome, and smile from ear to ear before shoving the phone back in my pocket. I go on talking to Sierra and Jeremiah about the mock-up, but my mind stays on the message from my Dom.
Good girl ??
Thirty-One
“Iassume you heard the news from Jeremiah.”
“Oh, most definitely,” Jaz answers after a laugh. “He told me everything in very enthusiastic detail.”
“I bet he did,” I reply just as I turn my car into Rome’s stone driveway and come to a stop.
Jaz lets out a long sigh, and although I can't see her face through the speakers of my car, I imagine she has her eyebrows raised as high as the top of the roof in front of me.
“So, you're doing this, huh?” she asks. “Even after the mind games he was playing with you before? You're sure?”
I smile as I look up at Rome’s house, remembering what is down in the basement and how we used it together. Memories work like caffeine making my heart race and I know that there is no turning back now. We’ve started, and there isn't a hair on my head that wants to stop.
“Yeah, we’re doing this,” I reply. “Rome and I have talked and he explained a lot. There’s a bunch of stuff attached to him that I didn't know before, and now that I know more I feel better. I understand his reasoning.”
“He has a bunch of stuff attached to him? You mean baggage?”
“Well, I wouldn't say baggage,” I say, trying to correct myself before Jaz can pick up a negative theory about Rome and run with it. “He has been through some really traumatic stuff that has led him to be the man he is. I'm just saying that I know what that stuff is, and it makes sense. He wasn't playing mind games with me, I promise you that. You already know I've been through enough bullshit, and there's no way I would just sit back and letanotherman shit all over me just because the sex is good.”
Jaz scoffs. “First of all, good sex will make you do a lot of crazy things. Secondly, I don't want you to think that I'm hating on your new boo. I just want you to be cautious of the way he was acting in the beginning. I want to see you happy, and I’ll definitely set something of his on fire if he strips you of that happiness. You've been hunting for a good man for a long time, and I just don't want you to be blinded by the idea of having finally found one.”
“Blinded? You think I want to be with Rome because I'm desperate?”
“What? Of course not,” Jaz answers quickly. “I know you're not desperate, but you have been searching for a long time while having some pretty tragic results. Going through that could make you eager to attach yourself to something. That’s all I'm saying. I just want you to be careful.”
Wrinkles as deep as ravines scatter across my forehead as I shut off the ignition to my car. Maybe I'm crazy, but it sounded like Jazmine just called me desperate in the nicest way possible. Ifinallyfind someone who is exactly what I've been looking for, and now I'm being judged by my best friend for it.
“I'm being careful,” I snip. “And I'm noteager to attach myself to somethingeither. Rome and I like each other, and we've taken the time to talk and work things out. He explained his issues, and now that I know more about who he is and what he has beenthrough, I’m good. There's a lot that you don't know. But don't get it twisted—I'm not with him because I'm desperate. I'm with him because I want to be.”
“I know … I … I know,” Jaz replies, her tone shrouded in sympathy and regret as she senses my attitude through the phone and tries to keep the conversation upright, but it teeters with my growing sense of feeling judged. “Again, I'mnotsaying you're desperate. I know you're not. Look, get yours, Nia. You're a grown woman and you know what you want. You always have, and I'm so glad that you've found what you've been looking for. Just … this is the last thing I’ll say about it … now that you have the thing you've always wanted, be careful not to get lost in it. Alright? That’s it, I’m done. Go have fun, girl, and don't forget to tell me all of the details. I love you, Nia.”
A pregnant pause sits between us while I try to force myself to respond. What am I hearing? On one hand, I know that Jaz is concerned for me. We’ve been best friends our entire lives, and I know she would gladly sneak into Rome’s house and murder him in his sleep if he hurt me. But on the other hand … could it be that she is so used to watching me flail about, constantly complaining about being single that she's uncomfortable now that I'm not? I've been the butt of their jokes for so long. Maybe they thought I'd always be the one they could look at with sympathetic faces while laughing at the joke that was my love life. I don't know for sure, but I’ll definitely be tuned in from now on, making sure that my friends are actually happy for me.
“I love you, too, Jaz,” I reply joylessly. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
