“No.” I couldn’t believe how I’d blown it, my big chance to finally get down and dirty with Dom and I’d screwed up.
“Gigi,” he asked, low and hushed. “Are you still a virgin?”
With almost a sob, I confessed, “Yes.”
“Fuck!” he exclaimed, pressing my head to his chest. Like a comforting older brother. Damn it. He reached around and untied my wrists. The mood was broken. I’d ruined everything.
He gathered me into his arms and took me onto the bed, holding me there, running his hands over my skin, pressing me to him. “Gigi,” he murmured, kissing my throat, my ears, my lips. “Gigi.” He kept kissing me and soon I was kissing him back, forgetting my sorrow, melting into him, he felt so good. I kissed his neck and his chest, those old tattoos and new inviting me to explore and lick.
“Dom, I’m so sorry I don’t have more experience. It’s so lame.”
“Is that what you’re thinking?” He sat up, staring at me in disbelief. “You think you’ve turned me off?”
“Well, I mean…” I wondered, not so certain anymore. He still looked like he wanted to devour me whole and there was the matter of his glorious cock, standing up hard and proud and at the ready. “Don’t you wish I knew what I was doing?”
“Hell no!” He sank back down to me, cupping my buttocks, pressing against me, closing every inch of space between us. “No man has had you.” He seared kisses down my neck, traveling toward my breasts. “You’re mine.” With a hand cupping my breast, he swirled his tongue around my nipple, licking, then sucking as I moaned.
“I get to show you how good it can feel.” He kissed his way over to my other breast, his hand drifting down along my belly, down between my legs. His voice grew darker and thick as he whispered, “I get to teach you.”
I moaned at the idea of him as my teacher. I’d be the best student, so eager to please. “Teach me, Dom,” I sighed as he pressed right against my clit, as if he had a map right to my most sensitive points.
“So wet, baby.” He praised me as he stroked my pussy. “Did you like sucking my cock?” He took my other nipple into my mouth and played with it, teasing, licking.
“Yes,” I groaned, moving my hands down along his chest, his abs, down to where he still was so hard. He’d said it himself. I’d gotten off last night and earlier today. But he hadn’t. That didn’t seem fair. Tentatively, I moved my fingers along his shaft, exploring, learning as I touched. He stilled, closing his eyes, his breathing growing heavy.
“Can I touch you?” I asked, wondering if it was OK. He seemed to like dominating me, and it sure thrilled me, too, but I wanted to explore. He’d said he’d teach me. Wasn’t this a good way to start learning?
“Yes,” he grit out, balling his hand into a fist by his side. Eager, I moved closer, working my way down so I could see more as I brought both hands to his gorgeous cock. It felt so alive in my hands, throbbing, veins running its length, so smooth and yet nothing feminine about its softness. It was fascinating. Remembering his response when I’d had him in my mouth, I worked my fingers up, stroking and circling his tip. Then I reached the pad of my thumb down to that spot under his crown, the one that had made him groan. Unsure, I gently caressed it, then pressed.
“Gigi.” He exhaled, sounding strained.
“Does that feel good, Dom?” I asked, wanting to hear it from him, needing the reassurance.
“So fucking good.” He bit out his words as if he were being strangled.
“Dom, can I…?” I hesitated, still feeling some of the shyness that had engulfed me earlier. “I mean, I know I don’t know what I’m doing. And I don’t know if I can take you all the way in. But can I taste you again?”
“Oh fuck.” He brought a hand to his hair and fisted it like he might pull it out at the roots. “Yes.”
Excited, eager to learn, I scooted down farther on the bed so I could be at the right angle. Then I grasped his cock in my hand and swirled my tongue around the head. Mmm, it tasted good. A drop of precome on my tongue, I worked my way down, licking him like my favorite ice cream, sucking and slurping and moaning. His breathing grew labored and he clenched the sheets in his fists so hard his knuckles turned white. Was he trying to stop himself from touching me?
I came off him for a second. “You can touch me,” I whispered, still a little shy, but he almost looked like he was in pain. “I liked it before,” I admitted as he looked down at me. “When you had my hair in your fist.”
“Jesus,” he groaned, panting. “You liked it,” he repeated, bringing his hand to my hair, first stroking, encouraging me, then gathering strands in his palm. Wanting to show him I meant it, I took him in my mouth again, sucking, working down his length as best I could. He eased me down, giving me the slightest pressure and I moaned on his cock, letting him know it felt good, so good when he gripped my hair and made me feel like I was his. My pussy felt so wet, throbbing at the feeling of serving him. I wanted to make him come so badly.
Not worrying whether I knew what I was doing, forgetting all about whether I could or couldn’t take him in or do it right, I let myself start enjoying it. Sucking, swirling, messy with saliva and precome, I took more of him in, then more. He groaned and began thrusting, not much. I knew he was still exercising crazy restraint, but as he held my head in place he fed me his cock thrust by thrust, inch my inch.
“Yes,” he groaned, more rapid in his thrusts, more urgency in his voice. “Fuck, Gigi, yes. Suck me.” I moaned, feeling my pussy clench, sucking with all the pent-up longing I’d had for him, all the nights I’d fantasized, all the times I’d wished my hand were his cock. My mouth stretched so wide. I could feel my eyes water but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted more, and he had more to give.
“Gigi.” He started bucking in me, his hand gripping my hair so hard it hurt. But that just made my pussy throb more. “Gigi, I’m gonna come.”
He started to pull out but I didn’t want him to. I moaned and grabbed his hip, sucking on his cock to let him know what I wanted. I wanted to feel his hot come in my mouth, shooting down my throat. I wanted to taste him and have him inside me and suck and swallow every last drop.
“Gigi, Yes!” He unloaded into my mouth, shoving his cock farther than he had before, almost making me gag but my pussy quivered and clenched in response. He came down my throat, hot and spurting, filling me and I groaned with satisfaction at his release. He gripped my hair, keeping me on his cock as he pulsed and shuddered, giving me more and more as I greedily drank it down. Then his hand slid down to my neck, caressing me, making me feel so rewarded.
“Fuck, Gigi, that was…” Slowly, almost regretting the lack of intimacy before it had even ended, I worked my way off his cock. I gave his tip a kiss as it popped out and I swallowed down the last remaining bit of his come. He pulled me up, draping me over his chest. I nestled there, my ear against his chest, hearing his heart pounding for me.
I sighed with contentment. “Dom, that felt so good.”
“Christ,” he exhaled. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“No!” I protested. I wanted him to know. I wasn’t just saying it. Still a bit shy, I bit my lip and wondered. Should I do it? I decided the answer was yes. I reached for his hand and pulled it over to my pussy. “See?” I whispered, guiding his fingers, showing him with more than words. Sucking his cock had turned me on like crazy.
“You’re dripping wet,” he groaned, touching me so reverently, like he couldn’t believe it. “From going down on me?”
“I loved it.” I smiled, dreamy, relaxing onto his chest. I could still taste him in my mouth, on my lips. I couldn’t wait to do it again. “You’ll have to teach me how to take you all the way down my throat. I really want to learn.”
“Fuck,” he swore again, softly, dropping his head against the pillow. “And I was worried about hurting you. I think you’re going to be the one who kills me.”
I smiled again, feeling newfound pride in my skills. I couldn’t wait to find out what
he’d teach me next.
16
Dom
She’d never had sex. How was that possible? How could she still be a virgin?
Even when I’d known her at 19, I’d been a little surprised. Most girls I knew lost it before then. Gigi had been pampered and protected, but not after I was done with her. I hadn’t taken her virginity that summer, but I’d woken her up. I’d made her come and come on her and she’d loved it. She’d begged me to put my tip in her and I’d done it, only barely managing to withdraw at the last second.
She’d gone from that panting, writhing, dripping wet woman on the bed to nothing for over four more years? I almost couldn’t believe it. Why?
She fell asleep on my chest, purring contentedly like a cat. She seemed so happy and satisfied even though it was me who’d gotten off. I was the one who’d just come so hard I’d nearly blacked out. The feeling of her lips around me, the sounds she made, it didn’t matter that she hadn’t taken me all the way in. Her eagerness and her enjoyment of it had made it so fucking good.
Now she lay fast asleep like she’d orgasmed, so trusting and sweet with me, lying on my chest even when I’d listed a whole lot of nasty shit I wanted to do to her. Even when I’d tied her hands behind her back with my leather belt.
A wave of darkness passed over me. I shouldn’t be getting into this with her. I hadn’t realized she was still innocent. It wasn’t too late. I could still take the high road, move to a separate part of the house, cage myself like a tiger so I wouldn’t pounce on the gazelle.
But there was no fucking way I was going to do that. Not after she’d loved tonight so much. She’d been dripping wet from sucking me. She’d told me she liked it when I fisted her hair, forced her head down on my cock.
Hell no, I was not going to stop. I was going to find out exactly how nasty she could get.
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