In the Custody of the Dom (Hideaway Book 1) (8 page)

She almost came just from that.

He pulled halfway out again, and reached one hand down to probe all around the area where they were joined. It was incredibly intimate and almost unbearably sexy. She was perilously close.

“Sir,” she gasped, “I’m going to – ”

“Don’t come,” he said sternly. “Do you hear me? If you orgasm without permission, you’ll be severely punished.”

“Yes, Sir.” Of course, being ordered not to come very nearly produced the opposite effect.

He alternated his thrusts; fast, slow, deep, shallow, not too hard at first, building the intensity gradually, backing off, then driving her higher and higher, until she keened out her need.

“Come for me,” he growled.
“Now!”

Her orgasm tore through her, blinding, so exquisitely intense it was almost painful. She screamed it out, and bit into his shoulder as she arched up, taking in as much of him as she could. She was dimly aware that he was making loud, demanding noises of his own as he pistoned into her relentlessly. Suddenly he froze and shuddered violently as he pulsed deep inside her, filling the condom, then resumed those deliciously hard strokes.

She squeezed him over and over, milking him for every drop, prolonging the pleasure as long as she could, until finally he collapsed on top of her. He kissed her deeply, and she lost herself in it, not worrying about what had been, or what she needed to do next, but relaxing into the present moment, which was pretty damn good.

He rested his forehead on hers until their gasping breaths and pounding heartbeats calmed.

Presently, he softened and slipped out of her, and got up to dispose of the condom. He picked a couple of things off the medical cart, and brought them over to his side of the bed, where he put them away in the nightstand before she could see them.

“Roll over,” he said, quietly.

“Sir?”

He sighed, and cocked his head. “Still questioning me? Next time you won’t find me so lenient, Samantha.”

Next time?
“Sorry, Sir.”

“Are you smiling?” he said.

She tried not to. “No, Sir.”

He pretended to sound disappointed. “Then I haven’t done my job.”

She laughed, and he laughed with her, then gestured her to turn onto her stomach. This time, she obeyed, and he proceeded to give her the best full-body massage of her life, leaving her limp, pain-free, and feeling as though she was melting into the soft mattress.

“Oh, God, that was so good. Thank you, Sir.”

He gave her ass a rub, and sat beside her, his hand resting on her shoulder. “You’re welcome.”

She moved.
Ick.
All that lube, and goodness only knew what else.

“What is it?”

“Sticky. I hate being sticky. May I please take a shower, Sir?”

“Unsupervised? No.”

She smiled. “Supervised, then?”

He nodded, stood up, and offered her his hand.

She took it and allowed him to lead her to the beautiful, oversized bathroom, where he ran the shower. She stepped in, and he stepped in after her.

He put a firm hand on her shoulder. “Turn and put your hands against the wall.”

She did, and he proceeded to wash her, slowly and thoroughly. His soapy hands slid over her skin, down her back, over her buttocks.

“Spread your legs.”

A washcloth-wrapped finger pushed into her tender vagina, and she clenched around it, biting back a moan. It twisted and probed, and finally was pulled out, only to be gently inserted into her anus, cleaning her meticulously.

“Keep them spread. Bend over and rest your hands on your knees.”

She did. Fingers parted her folds, and something long and hard was inserted deep into her vagina. Warmth flooded her, and she clenched around it as she was flushed with water. It was withdrawn, and she moved to straighten up.

He spanked her, once, hard. She yelped.

“Did I say you could stand up straight?”

“No, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

Her buttocks were parted, and a shorter, slimmer nozzle pushed inside. A sharp burst of liquid filled her anus, and the thing was withdrawn. He pressed her cheeks together for a couple of minutes, and then pulled them wide apart.

“Sir!”

“Shh, easy. You’re clean. This was just to get the worst of the lube out.”

She held still as her body voided the sticky stuff, and he washed it all away.

“Turn to face me, Sam.”

She did, and he smiled. She melted a little, she couldn’t help herself. She also couldn’t help noticing how beautiful his cock was, even when soft. She started to reach for him before stopping herself, realizing she hadn’t been given permission.

“Good,” he said. He reached outside the shower and retrieved a thick towel, which he wrapped into a thick pillow and put on the floor between them. She gave him a quizzical look.

“On your knees,” he said, gently. “Nurse from me as I did from you.”

Oh, yes.
Another thing she’d always been curious about, but had never quite had the guts to offer. She got down, and he put a hand on her shoulder.

“Hands behind your back, sweetheart. I’ll hold you steady. Tell me honestly, have you done this before?”

“No, Sir,” she admitted.

He smiled his approval. “Well, you’re being all kinds of brave tonight, aren’t you?” he said.

“Yes, Sir.”

“The thing about oral sex is, you don’t have to be very experienced in order to make it good for your partner. Just go slowly, and pay special attention to the underside of my cock.”

He lifted his penis so that she could simply open her mouth and lean forward to take him in. She hesitated, but he didn’t rush her. She steeled herself, and opened her mouth, trying to remember the moves she’d read about in all those sexy romance novels. He moved forward incrementally, and suddenly his penis was sliding between her lips, over her teeth, and onto her tongue. After an initial, reflexive suck, she tried to keep from stimulating him further, but simply held him in her mouth as she rested her forehead against him and closed her eyes, growing accustomed to the idea that there was an actual penis in her mouth, and savoring the moment. Soon, she felt him thicken and lengthen, and his obvious enjoyment gave her the confidence to begin suckling as though she was drawing nourishment from him.

She sucked harder, and licked him like a popsicle. He groaned, and bucked a little into her mouth, holding her head with one hand and her shoulder with the other. She nursed from him, occasionally making an appreciative noise.

She probed his slit with her tongue, and was rewarded with a gasp from him, and a little spurt of fluid. She pulled back slightly. This was new, and she wasn’t sure if she liked it. He was saying something, but she ignored him, trying out the taste in her mouth. His hand slid under her jaw, tilting her head up so that his semi-erect penis slipped from her mouth and bobbed at eye level. Instinct told her to latch right back on.

“Sam, up here.”

She resisted, but in the end he applied enough pressure to tilt her head back until she was looking him in the eyes.  

“You’re not required to swallow. Do you understand?”

“Thank you, Sir, but I want to.”

After a long moment, he nodded, and stroked her hair. “Very well, then. Now listen. I’m going to put my cock down your throat. Don’t be frightened. You may take one hand from behind your back and hold onto my leg. If you need me to pull out a little, just tap my leg. Okay?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

“Here we go, now. Stay relaxed, and breathe through your nose.”

Very slowly, he pressed forward so that his length slipped along her tongue. As soon as he pressed against the back of her throat, she gagged, and he pulled out as she coughed and spluttered. She fell forwards onto her hands, trying not to throw up.

He squatted in front of her, his penis still jutting out invitingly. “Don’t worry, that happens to everyone at first. You’re doing great, Sam. You can do this.” He stood, bringing her back up onto her knees.

This time, she would take him. She was determined. He pressed in, and slipped deep. She gagged a little, but managed to keep him in her mouth as she began to move her head forward and back.

He hissed. “God, yes, like that.” He reached down to grasp her wrist, and pushed her hand under his balls.

She teased them with her hand, then let his cock slip from her mouth so that she could duck down and draw a testicle into her mouth, sucking it experimentally. She pressed a firm finger behind his balls, and he made a loud noise of appreciation.

She nursed on him with strong pulls, using her tongue every way she could think of, and he encouraged her with urgent words of praise, and the occasional direct order to do this or that. This wasn’t going to be easy, because he’d already come not long ago. Suddenly inspired, she pressed her hand between his thighs until he widened his stance.

“Clever girl,” he said, and poured some shower gel into her hand.

She coated her middle finger, and gently probed between his well-muscled buttocks until she found his anus. The opening was tight, but she was persistent, and he knew what to do. His body swallowed her finger right up to the knuckle. She wiggled her finger, probing for his prostate. Another spurt of fluid and a gasp from him let her know she was doing this right. She began a careful in-out movement, rubbing the little gland firmly. He made a low cry, his penis pulsed, and suddenly he was filling her mouth. She swallowed reflexively, drinking it down, proud of herself for bringing him to orgasm this way.

The moment he was finished, he pulled out, grabbed a packet from a ledge set into the shower stall, and hurriedly rolled a condom on his still-erect penis.

“Turn around and bend over,” he ordered.

She did, bracing her hands against the slippery wall tiles. He grabbed her hips and entered her from behind, sliding in hard, fast, and deep enough to make her cry out. He pumped into her mercilessly, on the ragged edge of roughness, and reached around to work her clit. It was no time at all until she rocketed noisily over the edge, held securely in place with one of his strong arms wrapped around her middle, the other braced against the wall in front of them.

“Thank you, Sir,” she managed, finally. She certainly hadn’t been expecting him to give
her
an orgasm, or even to be capable of the moves he’d just pulled. The room was spinning a little. “I’ve never met a man who could do
that
before.”