OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance(75)

Her eyes flickered, and she actually blushed. It started at the top of her head and spread all the way down to her neck and chest, and it was fucking cute. I had to work really hard to suppress my smile. She would’ve probably taken it badly, thought I was laughing at her. Which I was, but not in a mean way. I fucking loved it.



“You’re supposed to be thinkin’ about how you feel, sittin’ there like that. Remember? Lookin’ all beautiful, with your tits showin’ off, and your ass all perfect, and your pussy open for me.” I leaned forward on the couch, putting my face a little closer to hers, with still about two feet between us. “How does that feel, Sienna, to be open to the air? Are you wet? Are you drippin’? Is it rollin’ down your leg, or is it fallin’ to the floor? Or do you need some more time there, to find out which way it’s gonna go?”



I fisted my hands into the sofa seats to push myself to my feet, so now I was standing in front of her, belt undone, fly starting to get that way, my erection big and hard behind my jeans. She was still sitting back, down on her heels, so her head was actually below my hip level. She kept her chin down, but her eyes were looking up, glued to my body, and she was breathing shallowly. “Do you feel weak? Or do you feel strong?”



And she got it. She looked up at my eyes, finally giving me those chocolate depths, and said lowly, “I feel strong, and I feel beautiful, and I like it. But I don’t like it, too, ’cause I shouldn’t like it. I feel like you want me to submit to you, and that’s not me, that’s not something I can do. So, no, I don’t like it.”



“Wrong, baby. You like it. You just said so. You only think you shouldn’t. I’m gonna promise you somethin’: you will not be doin’ this for anybody else. This is only for me. This is only between you and me. So you can lay down all your shit, and just let it be what it is. Let yourself like it. I fuckin’ love it. You are beautiful, and you are strong, and even when I’m the one in control, you have your own power, too. We need a safe word, so you can pull the action if you ever need to. But outside of that, I call the shots. Got it? Tell me your safe word, babe.”



She nearly pulled a double-take. “Safe word? Really, Dom? Are we talking that BDSM bullshit? ’Cause I don’t think so. No way. Uh-uh. Not for me.” Then she muttered a series of fuck, goddamn, fuck-shit-motherfucker-BDSM-bullshit-fucks.



I laughed. “Babe. Get it under control. That’s not what I’m talking about. Take it easy. Jesus.”



“Then what the fuck are you talking about, Mr. Safe Word?”



“I’m just talking about control, Sienna. As in, I am the one in. You give it to me. The safe word part is only for you; it’s your ultimate veto power. I want you to know you have it. And I hope you never feel the need to use it. You should feel safe with me, always. That’s the point. Because I will always take care of you. But I will be the one calling the shots. Not you. Got it?”



She took a moment, processing. “Um… okay. I guess I can see your point. Give me a minute. I have to think about this.”



I waited her out.



“Mayonnaise.”



I almost laughed, and I know I cracked a smile. “Why mayonnaise?”



“Does it matter?”



“Hell, no. I’m just curious. Why mayonnaise?”



“Because I fucking hate mayonnaise.”



And I did laugh. This woman killed me. “Mayonnaise. Okay. But, mouth, babe. Clean it up. You good?”



She looked me in the eyes, easily this time. “Yeah, I’m good.” She really did look good. Relieved, relaxed, fucking beautiful. And she smiled.



I crouched down in front of her and ran my hands from her soft, slender neck to her shoulders, down her chest, cupping her fabulous breasts, pinching the nipples hard and twisting. She gasped. I got more comfortable, settling down on my knees but not sitting back, and I drew her to mirror me by pulling hard on her darkened tit bits. She wasn’t expecting it, so she was a little off-balance as she rose up sharply. Her arms unlocked from behind, and she raised her hands to grab hold of me, wrapping around my back, aiming for solidity. Still, she didn’t make a peep, and her breathing had shallowed again. “Tell me what you want, Sienna.” I was still working her nipples, working her body up.



“I want you. I want your cock. I want it in me.” Her voice had lowered significantly, and she could barely keep upright on her knees.



“Are you ready for me?”



“Yes, Dom, I’m fucking ready. I’m fucking wet.”