The Dom Prize (The Dominants (6 page)

“Come here,” I ordered.

Just who was in charge here? I thought he wouldn’t oblige, being Mr. Dom and all, but he moved forward. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I grabbed at his open fly and pulled him between my legs. His hand came up and yanked my head back by my hair. Hazel eyes blazed down into mine.

“I know what you want, Gia. And you’re getting it only because I’m allowing you to. Are we clear?”

I gritted my teeth, wanting to tell him to fuck off so bad. But I wanted him even more so I lowered my eyes like the obedient lover and continued to slide his slacks lower until they hung on his hips. There was something extremely erotic about doing a man partially dressed. I smiled then promptly gasped when his shaft sprang free as I moved his black silk boxers down. Could a penis actually be described as beautiful? Because his was.

I glanced up, my hair still twisted in his fist as a show of control. His eyes told me he knew what I was thinking. Hesitation wasn’t going to get me anywhere so I dipped down and got with the program of licking him into an orgasm. But that wasn’t going to happen because only after a few seconds, I was wrenched up with such force I almost landed on the other side of the bed. JP walked away and came back with a set of handcuffs. He looked absolutely delicious shirtless and slacks hanging on his hips. I lay still, waiting for his next move needless to say, more aroused than I had ever been in my life.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl tonight, Gia.”

I scowled. “I thought I was being very good.”

He smirked. “I’m not talking about the beginning of a very promising blowjob.”

Oh shit, my casual flirting at the party? Yep. The reigns were back in his very capable hands. The whole make out, run up to the room romantic novel was over.

“Now strip and move up toward the headboard.”

I would probably take a swan dive off the balcony right now if he asked me to. Later I would cringe at the thought. Unzipping my dress, I watched as he walked over to the large armoire and rummaged through a safe box. I can’t say I wasn’t a bit freaked when he came back with a small riding crop. The fact that he was slapping it against his palm didn’t make me feel any better.

He put it down on the bed and came closer.

“Hands over your head,” he snapped.

I don’t know why I did it. Maybe because I was quivering with need and being handcuffed wasn’t so bad. I must have taken too long for his liking and a resounding slap came across my bare bottom. Gasping, I snapped my head toward him. The light burning on my skin made me want him even more. Was that sick? He wasn’t beating me. I wouldn’t stand for that no matter how horny I was. This play was good. Glancing at the crop I had just a smidgen of doubt. I laid on the bed as he requested and he put the cuffs on me, efficiently and with ease. I could tell he had done this plenty of times before. It pissed me off but I tempered my ill feelings about him with other women. Why the hell should I care?

“I want you to keep your eyes cast downward or I will blindfold you. Got it?”

I nodded. A part of me was annoyed but I would go along with him, for now. He moved around the room for the next five minutes, arranging something on the side tables and the dresser. A fresh, spicy scent tickled my nose and I inhaled deeply, taking the sexy aroma deep into my lungs. I chanced a peak because seriously, I was stubborn. There were candles everywhere, tall and white. Then my eyes crashed into his. I knew I was in big trouble when he glared at me.

“How many fucking times do I have to tell you, Gianna? Don’t look up until I say so.” He shook his head in disappointment as he prowled the parameter of the space.

“Your time is almost up and you still haven’t managed to learn obedience.”

With my eyes lowered once more, I dared to question his authority. “May I speak, Sir?” I asked sarcastically.

His silence told me he was trying to control his annoyance. The bed dipped and I gasped when his mouth touched my thigh followed by the leather crop.

“I knew this would be a challenge, Gianna. The moment you walked into that party, I knew.”

He moved closer to where my need was the strongest. My hips surged in anticipation. He grasped my legs and spread them wide.

“Hold very still, Gia. You
will
learn the meaning of patience tonight.”

He sat back and ran the crop up and down my core, stopping at just the right places. His timing was unbearably precise. This went on for several minutes at which point I was practically mental.

“Bastard,” I muttered between gritted teeth.

He stopped everything. “I’m sorry. What was that?”

I shut my trap.

“I’ll give you what you want after your punishment. Maybe. You may look up now,” he whispered in my ear.

Thankfully, my lips were pressed together firmly and my throat worked to keep my whimper in check.

He scooted off the bed and went back into that blasted dresser. Eyes wide, I watched as he pulled out a cat o nine and slapped it against his thigh. No fucking way was I going to let him hit me with that thing.

“Do you trust me, Gia?”

“Shouldn’t I get a safe word?”

He grabbed my ankles and flipped me onto my belly. Oh shit. He was going to whip me raw and I was helpless to stop him. I opened my mouth to scream and got his finger in my mouth instead.

“Don’t need one. You’re an A level for pain tolerance, remember? Now lie very still and feel the sensations.”

He moved back, spreading my legs slightly.

Glancing over my shoulder, I caught sight of his shaft. He was hard. This couldn’t go on much longer. Could it?

Orgasm Denial – 3
(
Yes that is expert level…shit
!)

The first bite of the whip caught me off guard. It didn’t hurt. He wielded it lightly and very slow. The tails landed on the tender section of my inner thigh the second time, coming achingly close to my…

I moaned when he smoothed my skin over with his hands, moving inward and grazing the folds of my core. Again, he rained light touches of the whip across my bottom. Each time he came at me harder, he rubbed my skin and circled the nub of my desire until I quivered for release. After two more sessions, he moved off the bed. My ability to see my surroundings was limited but my ears worked just fine. Complete silence. Great. How long did he plan to leave me like this?

* * *

An hour later I heard the rustling of keys and footsteps. I prayed it was JP. I wouldn’t want to be caught by Fernando the bellman in my current position.

Whoever it was came in the bedroom and opened one of the closets. A set of warm hands gripped my ankles and I jerked away.

“This isn’t going to be over unless you lie still,” he reiterated once again.

That voice was like warm honey being poured all over my body. A very sensitive and sexually frustrated body, I might add. Nothing I did in that damn hour had gotten me off. Not rubbing myself against the sheets or pushing my thighs together. Who was I kidding? I needed him in a bad way. Unexpectedly, I craved his dominance over me. I wanted…

He spread my legs wide and pushed some kind of bar between them with adjustable cuffs at the ankles. Holy shit. Now I was trussed up in offering, my cha cha clearly visible to his eyes. And yet, my body was on fire. I couldn’t move my arms. My legs were forced into an awkward split. And I was in heaven.

His hands ran up the backs of my thighs, clearly avoiding my sensitive region.

“Mmmmm…I could smell you everywhere. Are you ready for me?”

“Oh, God yes.” I whimpered.

It was finally over. A quick intake of breath followed as I felt the soft touch of his lips against my ass, smoothing and caressing the area he had punished. I pushed against him, wanting him to devour me.

“If you were further along, I wouldn’t be giving you this.” He rubbed the head of his shaft against my entry.

“But, I have to make some concessions since we’re limited in time. Otherwise, you’d be getting another session like before until you begged for my dick.”

My eyes teared up at the thought that he might deny me again. I simply couldn’t deal with it. I needed him to finish me and provoking his anger wasn’t going to get me there. I wanted to please him. I found that surprisingly and deliciously… liberating.

“Tell me what you need. I want to hear you say it,” he urged.

And I did. “Fuck me, please.”

Grabbing my hips, he yanked me to my knees and filled me. It was the most glorious sensation imaginable. My body restrained in every way and his taking me completely.

I bit my lip, trying to smother the keening wail brought on by the exquisite feel of him so deep inside. His rhythm grew ferocious and I was perilously off balance with nothing to hold on to. My hips screamed in delicious pain as they compensated for the width between my knees. Someone was going to be very sore tomorrow. Somehow, the mere thought made me shiver. Not able to hold myself upright any longer, I let my chest come down against the bed. What a sight, ass in the air, legs spread from here to California and arms over my head making my back arch.

I was coiled so tightly my limbs felt disjointed, pulled asunder, and then he changed the angel of his thrusts and my world fragmented. It didn’t stop there; he reached around and titillated my bud until I actually saw stars. My eyes rolled back and I fell even further down the bed until only his arm around my waist held me to his swollen shaft. He pulsed inside of me and I vaguely heard my name leave his lips in a groan. I was completely exhausted, practically incapacitated. I knew right then, he was the only man who could ever bring me such ecstasy.

My eyes closed and I felt him loosen the cuffs at my wrists and ankles. The bed shifted and he rummaged through the drawers in the bathroom. A moment later, I felt the cold sting of something wet against my leg, hips and bottom. My lips quirked up as I realized what he was doing but I asked anyway.

“What is that?”

“Lotion. I don’t want you scuffed up and it’s part of my aftercare program.”

I chuckled. “Aftercare program? How sweet of you.”

He tapped my ass and I didn’t even budge. I was out in less than a minute.

* * *

When the first light came in through those enormous windows I knew he was gone. My hand still reached out hoping to touch warm flesh. Instead, the sheets were cold and unwelcoming. I opened my eyes only to see JP sitting at the small table across the room, sipping a drink and staring at me intently. His side of the bed was flat and untouched. He hadn’t slept there.

“Hi.”

What else should I say at this point? I sat up and the sheet decided to stay put below my breasts. His gaze shot down seemingly irritated with his own body’s reaction. The slight grimace had me pulling it back up quickly. Glancing around the bed, I noticed he hadn’t left any kinky souvenirs this time. Everything was probably back in his chest of torturous sex toys.

“I have some phone calls to make. Your breakfast should be up in a few minutes.” He stood and walked into the adjacent room. Why was he being so dismissive?

Part of me wanted to jump off the bed and chase after him, ask what his problem was. Man, this emotional ping-pong game was getting on my nerves.

Wrapping the sheet around my nakedness so he wouldn’t be subjected to my body, I roused and locked myself in the bathroom. Crap, I felt like a walking bruise. I stretched and thought I heard every bone in my body crack. Hot, steaming shower, that’s what I needed to get the blood flowing.

Thankfully, my phone was still charging on the counter. Grabbing it, I decided to send Karli a quick text.

Hey Chica, I’m in big trouble here…

Hey Girl. How so
?

Well, seems Mr. Stone is somewhat of a bipolar asshole.

Really
?
Hmmmm. He hasn’t hurt you, right
?

No. The sex is fantastic. It’s what happens afterward. He gets all weird on me.

That never bothered you before
.

Well it freaking drives me crazy now!!

LOL…sounds like things are getting intense in the mountains
!

I scowled at her through my phone. Intense my ass! JP needed to get over his grumpy self or I was going to start asking some questions, which would probably land me in the orgasm chamber of horror. Damn.

Hello
?

I’m here. Listen, I’m jumping in the shower. Ttyl.

Have fun
… ;-).
Remember it’s Valentine’s Day
!

A loud knock had me throwing my phone in the air and scrambling to keep it from hitting the floor.

“Gia, breakfast is here. Dress in your gear. We’re heading out.”

“Yes. Sir.” I stuck my tongue out at the door then dropped the sheets and started a hot shower. Stepping in was bliss. My body ached in everyway. I felt well used and satisfied physically, but emotionally I was a wreck. I had too many live wires in my brain all telling me I was careening down a slope without brakes. The loss of control was extremely frightening and enlightening at the same time. Giving someone else free reign with your feelings and trusting him to give you that wicked emotion called passion was unbelievably
different
, creating a bond that was amazingly strong. How could I be feeling something like this for a practical stranger?