Desired and Dominated (2 page)

With the last lash, I stand back and admire the imprint of my crop, a crimson flush on her skin - stunning in its simplicity.

“Good girl. You did as you were told and remained quiet. Now you will be rewarded.”

I tilt her chin around to face me, but her gaze is lowered.

“You may look at me.”

When our eyes connect, the lust I see reflected back at me is absolutely breath-taking. I dip two fingers into her pussy, drenched from the arousal of her lashes, before lifting them to her lips and spreading her juices for her to taste.

“Oh you liked that, angel. You’re more than ready for me now.”

Our lips meet in a deliberately torturous kiss, our tongues twisting and tangling, her sweet juices mingling with the taste of mint on her breath, and when I step back she is breathless with anticipation.

I slowly unzip my pants, letting my erection spring free, watching as her eyes widen at the sight of my impressive length. I take myself in hand and start pumping my fist. She loves to watch, and I love to see the desire spiral out of control in her eyes.

“You’ve seen enough. Eyes back on the wall.” She’s a compliant little sub in training. I might keep this one for myself, for a while at least.

I love the way her body trembles at the sound of me ripping open the foil packet with my teeth, her anticipation growing as she waits for me to slowly roll the condom over my now rock solid cock.

I position myself behind her, still shackled to the cross, and thrust just the tip inside. Her satisfied moan is so sexy, spurring me on to give her more of what she craves. My dick pounding into her, driving her towards an explosive release.

“That’s it, angel. Let me hear how much you want me.”

I seat myself to the hilt, filling her, stretching her, enjoying the clench of her muscles around me.

“Oh God…Yes…Master…Yes…”

I snake my hands around to cup her pert voluptuous breasts, her nipples tight and puckered, desperate for my attention. I knead them, flick them, pull them, rocking into her in measured strokes, nibbling on her neck as she struggles against the restraints, against the intense onslaught of sensations bombarding her body. I circle her clit with my thumb, taking her to the brink and holding her there until I’m ready to let her come.

As I hammer into her over and over, I can feel my own release building, a warmth spreading throughout my body, and with one last brush of my finger, I send her over the edge.

“Come for me, angel.” I feel the tension leave her body as she gives in to the euphoria, letting the restraints hold her as I set a punishing rhythm to find my own release. I come hard and long, thrusting into her over and over again as I ride out the waves of ecstasy that are coursing through my body.

When I’m fully sated, I take the time to dress before loosening her restraints and lifting her languid, exhausted body over to the chaise, laying her down gently, kissing her with a tenderness they all crave after such an intense session.

“You did well tonight. I think your training is almost complete.” I turn to grab her clothes from the back of the door when she speaks.

“May I ask you a question, Master Callaghan?” I return to her side, wrapping her in a black silk robe.

“Of course. You can ask me anything.”

Her voice is quiet and reserved as she speaks.

“Would you consider…keeping me…after my training is finished?” I cup her face in my hands, pressing a tender kiss to her sexy red lips.

“I will be honest with you. It’s something I’ve considered, but I have not yet come to a decision. We will discuss the matter further at a later date.”

I stand to leave, her eyes begging me to stay.

“Be here on Sunday at 5pm. I want you naked, blindfolded and sitting on this chaise with your legs spread wide for me. Understand?”

She nods her head, before remembering her training.

“Yes, Master Callaghan.”

“Good girl. Now get cleaned up and go straight home. I need to go, I have an appointment that I can’t miss. I’ve arranged for a car to take you back to your apartment. I’ll see you on Sunday.”

With that I turn and leave, eager not to miss my prior engagement.

As I walk through the club, the sights and sounds that surround me are so familiar, tantalizing my senses as I make my way to the exit, but when I step out into the night air, a weight descends on me. My public persona needs to be firmly in place, the uninhibited freedom I just experienced locked tightly away. I hail a cab and focus on my destination.

I’m going to see a performance of Swan Lake at Lincoln Center tonight.

I’m going to see Sofia…

That was so exhilarating. I’ve always loved the feeling I get when I lose myself in the music; when I let my body take over and my heart soar. It doesn’t matter whether I’m in a theatre full of people, or whether I’m alone and rehearsing. When I give myself over completely to the music, it takes me to a different planet, another dimension. I can let go of everything that I am, and just…be.

There has never been a better feeling on earth…until tonight.

Tonight was different.

The moment I saw him in the crowd beside my family, something inside of me ignited in a way that it never has before. The look in his eyes as he took in the sight of me. I felt naked, exposed, and completely turned on by the heat behind that dark and brooding gaze. Nate Callaghan sets my body on fire.

Every move I made was for him, and only him. When I dance, I dance for me, but the elation I felt tonight, was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. By the time the show finished and the curtain dropped, I found myself panting. Not from physical exertion, but a reaction to his eyes on me.

It takes me longer than usual to shower and get ready to meet my family for dinner. When I do a show here in New York, at least one of them tries to come, and afterwards we go for dinner and catch up. Tonight my parents, Simon, and Nate, are waiting for me outside of my dressing room. I can hear them talking, but as I stare at myself in the mirror, I don’t know how I’m going to hide the flush in my cheeks, and the arousal that I feel when he looks at me.

I’ve been hiding it for years, since the day Simon brought him home for Thanksgiving all those years ago, but the way I feel right now, I don’t know if I’ll be able to play the friendly little sister role. I want him, and if I open this door and he looks at me the same way he did from the crowd tonight, I might just crack. Simon would kill me if I ever pursued his best friend, but God, he does something to me. Something I can’t control, ignore, or temper.

I smooth my hair down my back, fix my dress, and take one last look in the mirror before I finally work up the courage to open the door. I slowly turn the lock and twist the knob; the rush of cold air from the hallway causing goose bumps on my flesh.

I can’t speak. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. My heart hammers in my chest, slamming against my ribcage, fighting to burst free.

“Hey Sis. That was amazing!” Simon pulls me into his arms, lifting me off the ground, twirling me around as if we were kids again. “I’ve missed you.”

I hold him tight, his familiar scent making me feel safe and loved. “I’ve missed you too, Si. It’s been too long.”

As my parents congratulate me on my performance, and smother me with affection, their words are lost on me. All I can focus on is the man standing before me. I can’t take my eyes off of him.

His blonde hair is messed to perfection. His stunning blue eyes are smoldering. His hands are firmly in his pockets, which only draws my attention. He’s trying to hide his arousal, but I can see how he’s straining against his pants, and it sends a jolt straight to my core. His eyes find mine, a moment of recognition passing between us, and when my mom lets go of me, I watch, in what feels like slow motion, as he takes his hands out of his pockets, runs them though his hair and lets out a long, drawn out breath as he strides towards me.

“Hello, Sofia. You were…phenomenal, tonight. Truly inspiring.” He runs the pad of his thumb over his bottom lip, his eyes trained on me, dark and dangerous, before pulling me into his arms. “It’s good to see you again.”

The warmth of his chest against mine, and the press of his crotch against my thigh, has me struggling to catch a breath. His strong masculine frame enveloping me as his delicious scent invades my senses. Nate is the one to break our embrace, pulling away without taking his eyes off of me.

Oh my God.

He feels it too. Not just a physical reaction, but a connection that can’t be ignored. I watch his breath hitch, the rise and fall of his broad, firm chest quicken, and I know he feels it too.

He closes his eyes for a split second, before leaning down and giving me a chaste kiss on my cheek, lingering a little longer than he should. His hand resting on the small of my back, burns my skin, fanning the flame inside of me that I’ve tried for so long to extinguish.

“Mmmm.” I bite down on my lip to stop myself from groaning again.

He pulls away, his gaze holding mine, as if he’s trying to tell me something with this one look. I feel like he’s staring into my soul and I’m fighting the urge to bridge the gap. The spark between us is a tangible entity, and I want so badly to feel his lips on mine. It could be hours or seconds, I’m not sure, but when he breaks the connection, I’m disappointed. His eyes drop to the floor before glancing in Simon’s direction to see him studying us with a frown on his face.

“You done?” There’s a hint of annoyance in Si’s voice, but I just ignore it.

“I’m not allowed to say hello to your friends anymore?”

“Of course. Just make it brief!”

“Shut up, Si!”

My mom saves me any further embarrassment, and suggests that we make our way back to the house for a late dinner together. Her knowing look telling me that she didn’t miss a moment of my interaction with Nate.

“I’ll get going and leave you all to catch up. It was lovely seeing you again, Sofia, Mr. and Mrs. Mantovani.” My stomach churns at the thought of him leaving, but thankfully my mom isn’t taking no for an answer.

“Don’t be so silly, Nathaniel. You’re family. I insist that you join us for dinner.” My mom has this way about her. She’s impossible to resist, and she always gets her own way.

“Well, how can I say no? I would love to join you, as long as you’re sure I won’t be imposing.”

She pulls him into her arms, a true Italian mama at work. “My dear sweet boy. You are never an imposition. You know I love you like you’re one of my own. Now let’s get back to the house so I can feed you properly. You all look like you could use a good meal.”

Nate laughs at my mom’s never ending mission to feed us all into an early grave, while Simon and I roll our eyes at each other. He gives me a wink before kissing mom on the cheek. “I need to go and check on a few things at Cube. I’ll meet you guys at the house in an hour.”

“I’ll just ride with you. I don’t mind hanging around for a while.” Nate’s looking for an out, and I don’t like the way it makes me feel.

My mom speaks up, irritated that the boys seem to be abandoning her. “You will do no such thing. You can ride with us. Sofia can keep you company until he arrives. An hour is all you get, Simon. You make sure you’re at the house and ready to eat by then. No excuses.”

He nods, and laughs before slapping Nate on the shoulder. “Sorry, bro. My mother is the one woman I don’t mess with. You’re on your own.”

Nate looks in my direction, and my heart stops. “I’ll survive.” There’s a deeper meaning to his words. An unsettling truth. “Don’t be late though, or your mom will make me eat your dinner too.”

“Deal.” Simon leans in and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “You really were fantastic tonight, sis. I’ll be as quick as I can and then I’m all yours. You can fill me in on what you’ve been up to for the past three months.”

As we all make our way outside, I can feel the tension building. Simon leaves in a cab to check on one of his clubs, mom and dad go to pick up the car, and that leaves Nate and I. It’s actually pretty cold tonight, and I didn’t anticipate having to wait on the sidewalk for any length of time.

“Are you cold?” He takes off his jacket, wrapping it around my shoulders. “Here, this should heat you up.” His scent surrounds me like a warm blanket, enveloping me; his hands resting on my arms, causing my stomach to somersault as I look into his eyes. “Better?”