Craving HIM (Serving HIM Vol. 7) (10 page)

“Thanks.” I injected just the right amount of dryness into my tone as I pushed back from the table. My phone started to buzz and I looked down. It was Dominic. “Nice chatting with you...Penny.”

Her face went slightly red, but I was already turning and walking away before she could sputter a response.

“Hello.”

“Where's Penelope now?” he asked casually.

“Probably glaring holes into my back.” Purse hooked over my arm, I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and looked around. “How did you know? FYI, the stalking thing isn’t sexy, Dominic.”

He chuckled. “Stuart saw her going in the café after you did. He wanted me to give you an out if you needed one.”

I glanced up and saw the doorman across the street. He casually glanced my way as he held the door open for a genteel-looking older couple. Torn between wanting to kiss the sweet guy and shake my head at him, I turned away from the penthouse and started to walk. “So we’re still on for tonight, right?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” His voice lowered. “You’ll be wearing the real collar tonight.”

My breath hitched a little. “Is that so?”

“Yes.” His voice dropped to a rough growl, making me long for him.

“Maybe I should dress for the occasion. Would you like that…Sir?”

“I would like that very much, Ms. Davidson.” The formality of the conversation made me smile, but it also made me ache. This was how we’d been when we first came together, when he'd first started teaching me.

He was still teaching me, although some things weren’t as new as they’d once been. They were all still exciting though.

“What would you like me to wear, Sir?”

“Something that pleases you.” The words were like a warm, velvet caress across my skin. “If it makes you happy, then I’ll be happy.”

I waited a beat. “Pajamas, then?”

He chuckled. “Cute. Keep it up and I’ll be punishing you before we even get out the door.”

“I can’t wait.” Love and happiness made my belly light and I pushed Penelope aside. She didn’t matter, not really. Not to us. “I’ll find something. See you tonight.”

“Yes.”

It was a promise in a single word, a sensual one that warmed me all the way through.

***

The outfit I’d found was more revealing than anything I’d normally wear.

It was also damn sexy. I couldn't wait to see the look on Dominic's face when he saw it.

I wore no underwear.

No bra and no panties. There just wasn’t any way to wear either one with this particular outfit, and really, the top part of the dress was more bra than anything else anyway. It was a cage design, lattice-work pieces of material forming the bodice, while solid pieces of black covered my breasts.

The same lattice design held the front and back panels of the skirt together and the thing was so short that if I bent over, I’d be giving people a show. I had plans to do that very thing for Dominic…alone.

I was waiting on the couch, slowly zipping up the platform boots I’d bought to wear with the outfit. I’d spent half the afternoon walking in them and making sure I could do it without tripping. I was pretty sure I had it now. It was all about placing the feet slowly and deliberately. It also made my ass move in a way that even I had to admit was enticing.

I was just pulling on the second boot when the door opened. I slid Dominic a slow smile as I tugged the zipper up.

He stood in the doorway, his hand tightening on the doorknob until his knuckles went white.

I wanted those hands on me.

Now.

Rising from the couch, I stood before him and waited for his approval.

“Well?”

He lifted one hand, calling for silence as he closed the door behind him. I kept my hands at my sides as I watched him walk towards me. He didn't stop though, or say a word. Instead, he went around me. My stomach twisted, but I reminded myself that I could trust him. So, I waited.

A few moments later, he came up behind me and my breath caught as he settled my collar around my neck. I didn't need a mirror to know how it looked.

The black and silver, so sexy, an erotic brand on my skin.

His brand…on me.

He came back to stand in front of me and lifted my chin.

After I’d found the clothes, I'd gone to the salon and had them straighten my hair. It would only last until I washed it, but it was now completely straight and I’d gathered all the dark, heavy locks up and twisted them into a high, tight ponytail. It left my neck on display. Which meant the collar would be on display.

He caught my ponytail and tugged on it, tilting my head back so he could take my mouth. The kiss he gave me was rough and possessive and my toes curled inside my boots. If I'd been wearing panties, they would have been soaked.

I made a sound of protest as he pulled back.

“If I don't stop, I'll spend the rest of the night fucking you senseless.”

That didn't sound like a bad idea to me.

“And as good as that sounds.” His heated gaze ran down to my feet and back up again. “I want to show you off.”

I shivered. A part of me was disappointed, but I was more pleased that he wanted to show me off. “Whatever you wish, Sir.”

A faint grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. I turned away and reached for the long, sheer wrap I planned to wear outside. It was far enough away that I had to bend slightly to get it.

Dominic’s hands grabbed my hips, and a moment later, I found myself bent over the arm of the couch. He pushed up the back of the skirt and my skin heated. I could feel him staring at me.

“You did this on purpose,” he said lightly, tracing his fingers over my hot flesh. “Were you trying to tell me something, Aleena?”

Mute, I nodded. My heart was pounding against my ribs.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

Shuddering, I whispered my answer. “Always.”

He drove inside me without warning, fast and hard. My back arched and I cried out, my knees threatening to buckle. He leaned over me and put his mouth against my ear.

“I’ll fuck you, but I’m going to punish you as well. You were going to go out bare under that dress without asking for my permission. You wanted to tease me, didn't you?”

I knew better than to lie. Besides, I was getting what I wanted.

“Yes, Sir.” I whimpered and clung to the arm of the chair as he slammed himself into me.

His cock was thick and hot, stretching and pulsing within me. He gripped my ponytail and pulled, using it to guide my head up. The position was awkward, back arched, thighs open, but I moaned, enjoying every stroke. The head scraped over the bundled nerve bed deep inside. Once. Twice.

He hit my g-spot again and I began to beg. “Can I come, Sir?”

He brought his hand down on my ass. Hard. So hard, it brought tears to my eyes.

“You want to come?”

“Please, Sir.”

He spanked me again and slowed his thrusts. Each one was torture. I could feel each ridge, each vein, every bit of his cock, rubbing against the walls of my vagina and I squeezed down, desperate to lock him inside me. I needed him. I always needed him.

He spanked me again and my ass felt like it was on fire.

He pulled hard on my hair. “Come.”

I did. Hard and fast, his name ripping out of me with a rough cry.

But he didn’t follow.

I was still quaking and shuddering when he pulled out of me and I almost went to my knees.

He took control though and sat me down on the couch, then moved, coming in front of me. He cupped my jaw in one hand.

“Open. You’re going to swallow my cock, Aleena. While you're still shivering and whimpering and wishing for more, you’re going to take me in your mouth. I haven’t come yet and I’m not going to come inside your sweet pussy because if I do, I won’t want to stop. I’ll want to have your ass next, and then we’ll spend all night here with me punishing you for testing me and I told you I’d take you out. Now, open.”

My lips were already parted, eager to taste him. It was such a turn-on to do this to him, for him. I loved the feel of his soft skin stretched over his thick, heavy shaft. He was so hard. I started to trace the vein on the underside of his cock with the tip of my tongue, but that wasn't what he wanted.

He stared at me, gaze hot, and he wrapped my ponytail around his hand, holding my head still as he pushed his cock deeper. He knew exactly how far I could take him and, as he began to thrust into my mouth, he would go just a little past that, testing me on every other pass.

He came quickly and I held him in my mouth, swallowing down every drop, and then licking him clean. I wanted more and leaned forward as his cock slipped from my lips. But he stepped back before I could get what I wanted. He quickly tucked himself into his pants and zipped up, then reached out a hand to help me to my feet. He smoothed my skirt down, which didn't do anything to help my shaking legs.

He smiled at me. “You might want to fix your hair and make-up.”

My hands were trembling as I did my best to make myself presentable again. I felt like I was hovering on the edge of another climax and when I looked at Dominic, he was smiling in that small, secretive way of his.

He knew how I felt and this was my punishment.

He was going to make me wait.

I swallowed down my protest and met his eyes with a smile of my own. I knew the night was just getting started.

***

The pulse of music wrapped around me like a sensual caress and I wondered if I could get Dominic to take me out to the dance floor. There was a smaller one on the VIP level and the thought of having him pressed up against me, our bodies moving in sync to the music was such a temptation. The first time he'd kissed me, we'd been dancing.

Dominic pressed a hand to my back and leaned in. “You want to dance.”

It wasn’t a question, but I answered anyway.

“Yes, Sir.” I tipped my head back and smiled up at him.

He cupped my cheek and rubbed his thumb across my lower lip, hot possessiveness glinting in his eyes. He'd been touching me almost the entire time we'd been here, making sure it was clear to everyone that I belonged to him.

Before we could make our way to the floor, a voice intruded and I looked away from Dominic to see a familiar woman walking toward us.

“Natalie.” Dominic stroked a hand up my back and rested it on the base of my neck. My heart was racing as I looked at the woman who’d come to a stop just a couple of feet away.

Natalie Walsh. The name popped up from the back of my memory and I nodded at her.

She was studying me speculatively and I couldn’t figure out why at first. But then I realized her eyes weren’t meeting mine. She was staring at my neck. At the collar.

“It would seem things are serious,” she said, leaning in to be heard over the music.

Dominic didn’t answer her verbally, just pressed his lips to my temple as his fingers played with my collar.

A smile lit Natalie’s face and she held out a hand. I looked down and then over at Dominic. He still had his hand on the back of my neck, rubbing gently. I reached out and slipped my hand into Natalie’s. She didn’t shake, but rather squeezed it, gently. A sort of…companionable welcome, I suppose.

“Be good to him.”

Then she nodded at us and moved off into the crowd. She’d barely taken five steps before a man went to his knees in front of her. He wasn't wearing much in the way of clothing, but that wasn't unusual here. She stroked a hand down his face but shook her head, continuing on her way.

“I guess you two are friends,” I said as Dominic led me onto the dance floor. It was barely big enough for half a dozen couples, but there were other amusements for the VIP lounge. Only two other couples were on the floor at the moment, an older gay couple and then a couple who were probably around Dominic’s age. One of the gay men and the woman both wore collars. The gay man’s eyes met mine briefly and he gave me a slight nod before the rhythm of the dance had us shifting out of sight.

Dominic didn’t answer right away and I slid a look at him from under my lashes. He held my gaze for a long moment before he spoke, “Natalie was one of the people who helped me find my way when I first got into this world. I’ve lost contact with the others, but Natalie and I stayed friends.”

“Did you…” I licked my lips as I considered the question. “Have you two…”

“No.” He chuckled softly. “She’s a dominant, like me, and neither of us like to switch. But she did walk me through things. It’s not like you wake up one morning and automatically know everything there is to know. There are things to learn if you don’t want to hurt your partner or be known as a careless Dom. Those are the kinds of people who don’t tend to be welcomed in clubs, no matter how much money they flash around. The Subs have to know they’ll be safe.”

He spun me around and pulled me against him, this time with my back to his front. He splayed one hand over my belly and his lips trailed down my neck.

“I guided you. Believe it or not, there was a Sub who guided me. Natalie helped find the right sort of teachers.”