Serving HIM Vol. 5: Alpha Billionaire Romance (6 page)

When he returned, I twisted my head around, trying to look at him, but I couldn’t turn far enough. The sheets beneath me had been cool, but they were hot now. My entire body was hot, burning, craving...I was scared of what was coming, but at the same time, I wanted it. At first, I’d thought I wanted it only because Dominic did, but I realized now that I wanted it for me.

Something cool and wet dripped on my asshole and I flinched.

“Relax,” Dominic said gently. He placed a hand on the small of my back and made soothing circles. “I’m just getting you ready.”

“Are you…?” my voice cracked. I didn’t think I was ready for this yet. I wanted it, but I wasn’t ready.

“Not tonight, Aleena.”

I wasn’t sure which was greater, my relief or my disappointment.

“Tonight,” he continued. “I’m going to ride you.”

The words brought hot, blatant images to mind, but I still wasn’t sure. He pushed his finger inside my ass and I gasped at the sudden pain.

“Push down,” he instructed.

I squirmed and tried to twist away instead. I didn’t know where I thought I’d be going, only that I wanted to get away from that intruding finger.

Immediately, he spanked me.
Hard
. The shock of it brought tears to my eyes.

“Did you hear me?” he demanded, his voice firm.

“Yes, sir,” I managed.

“Then do it. Push down and take it,” he said, pushing the tip of his finger against my ass again.

I whimpered…and then gasped, because when I did what he’d said, a delicious, hot sensation raced through me as his finger penetrated me. He withdrew and then pushed forward again. This time, it didn’t hurt. There was still a slight burn, but it didn’t feel any worse than the place on my ass where he’d spanked me.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Let me have you.”

I didn’t tell him that he already did. Body, mind and soul. I was his, whether I wanted to be or not. And right now, I definitely wanted.

“Such a good girl.” The hand on my back slid up my spine and back again. “Letting me fuck your ass with my fingers. I’m going to use something else tonight, and then, I’ll give you my cock.”

I barely heard him as I moved tentatively back against his finger, not just letting him do it, but helping him. When he stopped, I mewled and twisted, trying to bring him back to me.

He held me still with one hand on my hip. “I’m going to give you something bigger than my fingers now.” His voice was ragged, raw.

I nodded. I’d forgotten to be embarrassed, forgotten that good girls weren’t supposed to like these sorts of things. All I cared about was him and what he was doing to me.

He pushed something blunt and thick against me and I made desperate little thrusts back with my hips, trying to bring it inside me despite the burn as it began to stretch me.

“Slow down, baby.” He kissed the base of my spine as the object opened me wider. “Take it easy.”

Easy? He expected me to take it easy as he pushed something bigger than two of his fingers into my ass? It hurt, but it filled me and I needed that right now. He kept his hand on my hip, controlling the steady, agonizing movement until my body was shaking and he was done. I waited for him to move it, to do something to quench the ache inside me.

Instead, he moved around to the front of the bed, leaning over so he could see my face. “It’s a plug,” he said, heat glazing his eyes. “It’s going to help you.” He pushed the hair away from my face. “You have no idea how amazing it looks, your ring stretched around it. And knowing it’s all to get you ready to take my cock...” His breathing hitched. “I could probably come just from looking at it.”

“I…” Licking my lips, I shifted my hips, groaning as the plug moved inside me. It wasn’t enough though. Not nearly enough. “I need more.”

“You’ll get it,” he promised.

Then he disappeared from view.

I was acutely aware of everything. The sound of the water being turned on, then off.

His footsteps.

The creak of the door to the closet.

Footsteps again.

Then he was releasing me from the bed posts. I knew better than to move without his permission. I didn’t even want to know what it would feel like to be spanked with the plug in my ass. He took a moment to caress my wrists and then my ankles.

“Sit up on your knees.”

I obeyed, gasping as the plug shifted inside me again. He came around the front of me with a cuff in his hand. It was leather and fur-lined like the others, but not attached to anything.

“This will be easier if you can behave.” He took my wrists and bound them together in front of me. “You’re going to keep your legs spread just like you would if you’d still been tied, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” I nodded.

“If you don’t, I’ll get the spreader bar, but it’ll make turning you over more difficult, and I’d rather not have to interrupt what I’m doing.”

I nodded again.

“You remember the word, Aleena?”

There was something in his voice that I didn’t recognize, but I didn’t question it. “Yes, sir.”

He held up what I hadn’t seen before. A collar. Not some leather and studs or spikes kind of thing, but it was still a collar. Black velvet with small silver loops at regular intervals around it.

“These are for attachments,” he explained, touching each one. “It can be a leash for leading or pulling. A way to bind your neck to your legs and contort your body in ways you can’t imagine.” He reached out and lightly touched one of my nipples. “Or to connect to nipple clamps.” His eyes slid down my body. “Or clamps in other places.”

Oh, fuck.

“But that’s for another time.” He knelt on the bed in front of me, close enough that I had to tilt my head to look up at him. “I’ve never had a Sub I could teach like you. I’ve always just met up with women from the clubs or others who knew my…perversions,” he said it softly, with a weird little smile. “But you…”

My breath hitched as he touched my mouth with his fingertips.

“Just how far can I take you, Aleena?” The need to hear it was clear on his face.

Licking my lips, I answered honestly, “I don’t know. But I’m willing to find out.”

His eyes blazed and he held up the collar. “I want to put this on you,” he said. “But you need to understand what it means. Some Subs wear their own collars for decoration or as part of what they like, but it’s different when a Dom gives one to a Sub, asks a Sub to accept one.” His voice softened and, for a moment, his eyes slid away from me. “One like this, it’s a sign of...ownership.”

My stomach clenched but I didn’t make a sound. I needed him to clarify.

He looked at me again. “I’ve never given a Sub a collar, because that would imply we had an understanding between us, that they were mine.” His fingers rubbed across the velvet and I could almost feel the touch on my own skin. “But I bought this one for you.”

Fuck.

“Will you accept it?”

I didn’t hesitate, didn’t stop to consider anything but the fact that he’d bought it for me. Only me. This was something no one else had of him.

“Yes.”

His entire face lit up and, as he leaned forward to fasten the collar around my neck, he brushed his lips against my cheek. Before drawing back, he whispered in my ear, “Now, my darling, my beautiful girl, I want to take you
everywhere
.”

He climbed off the bed and stripped out of his clothes in only a few seconds. I had only a glimpse of his amazing body before he was behind me again. I felt something attached to the back of the collar and then felt something on my back. I had just enough time to realize it was a leash of some kind before he was bending me forward again, pulling the wedge out of the way so I was taking my full weight on my elbows.

Then he put his mouth on my exposed pussy and licked from top to bottom.

Being taken this way was different than anything I’d felt before and I keened, eyes closing as he held onto my hips, using his lips and tongue to send pleasure coursing through my body. He stabbed his tongue into me, his fingers digging into my flesh. I couldn’t breathe as he drove it in again, then turned his attention to my clit. It was too much and I tried to twist away. The attempt was laughable.

Dominic’s shoulders wedged me in place and in desperation, I tried to move against him. “Please…please…please…”

“Tell me what you want,” he said. He pressed an open mouthed kiss on the inside of my thigh. “I’ll give it to you. But you have to tell me.”

“Make me come. Please, sir…please…please…”

He pushed two fingers inside me and scissored them. My pleas turned into a wail. I was too full. And then he pushed his thumb against the base of the plug in my bottom. I’d almost forgotten about it, the stretch and burn in the back of my mind until his touch moved things.

With a harsh groan, I came, but he didn’t stop, his mouth devouring me even around words I could barely grasp. “That’s it. You’re soaking me, Aleena. Give me more…more…”

I was already shaking with the urge to come again and then he was leaning over me. Every nerve in my body was on fire, every sense heightened. I could feel his cock, hard against my back. Feel the wet dripping down my thighs. Smell the aftershave he’d put on that morning mingling with the scent of sex. The scent of me.

“Look at me,” he ordered, tugging on the leash.

I let him pull me up on my knees again so that I could see him. My eyes caught movement and flicked down, watching him wrap his hand around his cock. Another tug and I looked up again.

“You came all over me, Aleena.” The lower half of his face was glistening and I flushed as I realized why.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I said.

“Don’t be sorry.” His voice was surprisingly soft. “I enjoy making you come, and those were particularly...delicious.”

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. I opened my mouth and tasted myself on his lips and tongue. He kept it brief, pulling back as he continued to stroke himself. I looked down again and I watched as the fat head of his cock disappear, then reappear, swollen and ruddy. I wanted it inside me.

“Now, Aleena, what do you want?”

Slowly, I looked up at him, surprised.

“You were very good and did as you were told. What do you want?”

I licked my lips and looked back down at his cock. “That.”

He smiled, looking pleased with my answer. He nudged my back and I bent over again, quivering in anticipation.

As he started to press inside me, he groaned. “You’re tighter. You feel it…don’t you?”

Who was he fucking kidding? Of course I felt it. I felt everything.

He tugged on the leash. “Answer me.”

“Yes, sir. Please, sir…”

“Good girl.” He continued to tug on it, not hard, just enough to remind me that it was there. That I was his.

So good…so good…

I didn’t even know I was talking, begging, pleading with him until he brushed his fingers across my mouth and said, “If you keep talking like that, this will be over before I’m ready.”

He pressed his thumb against my lips and I bit him. He growled and slammed into me, hard, his pelvis pushing against the plug in my ass.

The lava-hot explosion of pleasure that coursed through me was so intense, I screamed.

He did it again.

And again…

“
Please
!”

He jerked on the leash. “Please
what
…”

“Please sir!”

I came again.

With one final thrust and a string of curses, he joined me. And as he slumped over my back, his hands sliding under me to cup my breasts, I heard him breathe my name.

***

Later that night, I climbed into my bed.

Alone.

We’d rested in the room for a while after he removed the restraints and the plug. He’d held me, rubbed lotion into my wrists. We hadn’t talked, but that was okay. And then we’d gone our separate ways to shower and go to bed.

It felt odd to come in here alone after what felt like some of the most earth-shattering intimacy imaginable. My hand went to my neck where his collar had lain. It was back in the room, safely tucked away for the next time we were in there, but I could feel the ghost of it against my skin, as much a reminder as the ache between my legs of how much I belonged to him.

My whole body ached actually.

It wasn’t a bad feeling, but I was sore and I would have loved to be able to curl up against Dominic and have him hold me through the night.

But that was only a dream.

Thinking back to everything that had happened over the week, to everything he’d told me and everything I now knew, I realized it was pretty close to a miracle that he could even
be
with me like this, that we were even having something close to a real relationship. The collar had been a huge deal for him, I knew, even though it only symbolized what we were sexually.

Still, I felt hollow, lying in my big empty bed alone.