Page 46 of Dominate
He moves the feather faster over me and states in a commanding voice, “Say please.”
“Please. God, Gareth, please make me come.”
Within seconds, he’s tossed the feather and is kneeling between my legs. He rolls me over onto my belly, crisscrossing my cuffed wrists above my head so that I can no longer bend my arms or raise my head.
“I’m going to spank you now, Sloan, because you were a bad girl earlier.”
“Oh my God,” I groan loudly into the pillow.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes, please,” I cry out.
“Good girl. Tell me if it gets too hard, understand?”
I nod.
He reaches around and pinches my clit without warning, causing fireworks to explode behind my closed eyelids. His voice is firm when he demands, “Words, Treacle. I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, Gareth, spank me,” I reply, my voice taking on a new tenor I’ve never heard before. “I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough.”
He releases my clit and rubs his hand up and down my spine, stopping to palm my ass cheek in his big, meaty hand. Then he crooks his hands under my hips and props me up on my knees.
“God, you have a beautiful arse,” he growls before giving it a light smack.
My moan is soft as I breathe out, “More.”
“More?” he asks, desire and amusement in his voice as he pulls his hand back and slaps me again.
“Yes,” I cry out, feeling the sting this time and nearly coming apart at the seams when all the blood rushes to my centre. “More, Gareth, baby. Please.”
I hear him undo his jeans, then his erection suddenly drags against my slit just as his hand collides with my backside again. This time, the burn is harsher, his touch swifter. I feel myself growing wetter and wetter.
“Do you want more?”
“I want you,” I reply, pressing my backside against his shaft and desperately rubbing myself on him.
“My hands or my cock, Treacle?”
“Your cock,” I cry, my voice ripped from my throat as he impales me with his erection, filling me completely.
He stills inside of me and squeezes both of my ass cheeks in a punishing hold. “You like that?”
“Yes,” I moan, rocking my ass against him.
“You want me to move?”
“Yes!”
“Your command is my wish,” he states, then grips my hips hard in his hands as he begins thrusting into me at incredible speed. Our skin claps together as the metal handcuffs clink above my head. The restraints bite into my wrists, but the pain only further stokes the pleasure. The thrill. The tremendous building between my legs.
Good God, if this is how he felt when I took control over him, then I can definitely see the appeal.
This experience is similar to how we were the first time we slept together, but it was Gareth who needed encouragement to dominate this time instead of me. That’s the beauty of what we have together. It’s not a power struggle or a dominant and submissive. It’s a fluid ebb and flow. A balance. A partnership. As Gareth said to me before, we are not all one thing. We are more. So much more.
In only minutes, my body convulses around him. He follows soon behind, both of us too keyed up to hold out on our orgasms for very long. The moment Gareth finishes coming inside of me, he pulls out, grabs the key to the handcuffs, undoes my wrists, and pulls me on top of him. My body covers his as his arms wrap tightly around me.
Once we catch our breaths, he strokes my hair off to the side and drops a soft kiss on my forehead. “That was…” he starts, but it’s me who finishes.
