Darkest Dreams(11)

The feather was replaced with his hand, doing the same touching in exactly the same place. He moved behind her, thrusting his hard cock against her back. He’d already removed his clothes, and so they were skin to skin. “I love having you bound up like this, completely at my mercy. Do you like it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.”

He moved away once again. This time, his touch was not gentle. His hand connected with her ass in a stinging slap that took her breath away. The pain morphed into pleasure as he rubbed where he slapped.

Dominic repeated the action, slapping one ass cheek then the other before soothing the pain with light strokes.

She couldn’t contain her moans at the immense pleasure he was showing to her. This was only part of what she’d been begging for. Watching him hadn’t even begun to prepare her for what was to come.

He slapped her ass repeatedly, getting harder and harder, until her ass was a constant burn. Her pussy was so slick that cream coated the inside of her thighs.

Just from the touch of his hand, she’d never been so aroused before in her life.

“Your ass is a lovely shade of pink.”

Dominic cupped her chin, pressing a kiss on her lips, and sliding his tongue inside. The kiss was wet, deep, and filled with lust. “Your body is a blank canvas for me to make pretty.”

He walked in front of her body, pressing her tits together. In the next second his teeth bit into her nipple, causing her to scream his title. He paused, and she called green. There was no need for this to stop. Without the use of her eyes, everything seemed heightened, almost too good to be true.

She didn’t know where he was coming from, or what to expect. Every single touch, caress, or strike only served to bring her closer to orgasm.

In one swift movement, he lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock found her entrance, and slid deep inside her. She could do nothing but trust him as he continued to torture her breasts with his teeth. His hands held her ass in a firm grip. By tomorrow she would be bruised, and the pleasure could start all over again.

“Who is fucking you?” he asked.

“My Master.”

“Who owns you?”

“My Master.”

“What is your master’s name?”

“Dominic.”

He pulled out of her, and in the next second his tongue was attacking her clit, stroking sucking and biting. The onslaught of pleasure was too much. She came all over his face. Even before it was over, he slid back inside her. The stroke of his cock within her, only served to prolong her orgasm.

When he came screaming, Avery was still feeling the aftershocks of her own. She’d never known an orgasm like it.

Dominic was indeed a Master of orgasms, temptation, and need.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he said, kissing her neck. “Hold onto me.”

One of her arms was released, followed by the next. She wrapped her arms around his neck, aware they were moving away. He climbed up the stairs, and she marveled at him carrying her weight. She felt dead to the world. Complete and sated from the pleasure of his cock.

The blindfold stopped her from seeing what was going on, but she didn’t care. Her eyes were closed anyway, and Dominic would always protect her. They went up some more stairs, and she hoped he didn’t put his back out, carrying her around.

“Would you like me to walk?” she asked.

“No. I’m going to clean you up. I always get to care for you after everything.”

“I like that. I love being cared for. Not many men do it now, and not just because they’re not in a scene either. Men don’t know how to care.”

“Is that what you want in a man? Some loving?”

“I want to be able to trust and love him, and for him to do the same with me. Those kind of men only live in books, and I don’t have a whole lot of time to read.”

“There are men out there.”

She was feeling incredibly sleepy. “Like who?” she asked, yawning.

“Like me.”

* * * *

Dominic was determined to convince her that he was the guy for her. Avery was so damn sweet in his arms. She rested her head against his shoulder as he walked into his en-suite bathroom. Aftercare was something he always did with submissives, but it was never something he overly enjoyed. When it came to Avery, he wanted to do it. The thought of anyone else giving her care after his session with her annoyed the hell out of him.

Avery belonged to him. It was another moment of clarity for him. This woman, this seemingly innocent woman, had walked into a club one day and rocked his world. She didn’t even have a clue as to what she had done.

Having Avery in his home, his life, and now in his playroom, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he had found his soul mate.