“But, you really are still a Dom. I’m not silly enough to think you’re going to turn your back on such an important part of who you are.”
“Believe me, Tiff. I don’t want that, and more importantly, I don’t think you want me to stop being a Dom either. I know the only reference you have for this lifestyle is watching what that prick, Jake, did to Brianna. But you have to believe me. He. Is. Not. A. Dom. He’s a low-life criminal—a criminal who belongs in jail for abusing innocent women. Please, let me wipe the slate clean and teach you how special a D/s relationship can be with someone you trust. Do you think you can trust me enough to try?”
It took her a long minute before she whispered her reply. “I do trust you, Lukus. I wouldn’t have stayed tonight if I didn’t trust you.”
Lukus let out a breath of air he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “I promise you, Tiff. All you have to do is say ‘no’ to anything and I stop. Do you hear me, baby?”
“Yes. But … well… Are you going to punish me tonight, you know, for not telling you about Jason?”
Lukus didn’t miss that she looked almost hopeful he might say yes. It was impossible to hide his smile.
“Let’s see how the night goes, shall we? The only thing I know for sure is I’m going to make sweet love to you first. And then…”
Lukus stopped to pull her hard against his body again as he leaned in to whisper his next promise intimately against her ear. “Then I’m going to fuck you over and over, so hard and fast, so long and so deep that you’re gonna feel me all day tomorrow.” He ended his promise by sucking her earlobe into his warm mouth, nibbling her lightly.
“Oh. My. God.”
He could feel her body beginning to tremble and knew they’d done enough talking. Reclaiming her mouth in a passionate kiss, Lukus wrapped his arms tightly around her, dipping his hands lower to grab her bare ass as he effortlessly lifted her body off the barstool. She still had her legs wrapped around his waist, and he could feel her squeezing him tighter, molding herself to him as he turned to head back to his bedroom. When he stopped their kiss to watch where he was walking, Tiffany buried her face into the crook of his neck and began kissing and sucking on the sensitive spot where his neck met his shoulder. Lukus knew she was sucking hard enough to leave a hickey.
That’s it, baby. Mark me as your own. I’ll give you that much control tonight.
He walked quickly through the darkened great room and down the hall to his master bedroom. Tiffany had left the lights on, threatening to ruin the seductive mood he wanted to set. Lukus flipped the switch, plunging them into darkness. Crossing over to his king-sized bed, he gently laid Tiffany down cross ways, her ass just a few inches in from the edge.
“Don’t move. I’m gonna get us a bit of light going. I don’t want to miss inspecting every single inch of your beautiful body.”
Reaching under his bed, Lukus pulled out a shoebox full of votive candles along with a matchbook he hadn’t had the occasion to use in years. He was grateful he’d stowed them under the bed rather than thrown them away as he’d been tempted to do at the time. He took a few minutes to strategically place about a dozen small candles around the room, each one lending a bit more light to the space until he was able to make out Tiffany’s lust-filled gaze as she tracked his movements.
Once he had the lighting under control, Lukus crossed to the armoire on the far wall, opening the double doors to reveal a large TV and full entertainment center. With a sly smile to himself, he picked up his eclectically stocked iPod and pulled up one of his rarely used playlists, appropriately labeled “Music to Make Love By.” He eyed up the list waiting right above it, labeled “Music to Fuck By.”
Now that list has gotten a bit more play and who knows—maybe later. Right now, I think we need something closer to Nora Jones and Babyface.
The soft, sexy sounds of Adele’s Make You Feel My Love set the mood and, finally satisfied, Lukus came to stand next to the bed to gaze down at Tiffany. She’d pulled her bent legs up to place her feet flat on the edge of the mattress, carefully holding her legs together. Their eyes met briefly before Lukus dropped to his knees next to the bed.
Working to maintain his control, he reached out to hug her bent legs, pulling her body to the very edge before nudging her legs apart. As he opened her wide, it felt like he was opening a Christmas present and the gift was her aromatic, bald pussy, now fully exposed and just inches away.
He wanted so badly to dive in and taste her. Instead, he turned his head and started by kissing the inside of her left knee before slowly, intimately, nibbling his way down her creamy inner thigh, stopping to occasionally suck her sensitive skin into his mouth, leaving tiny marks on her just as she’d done to his neck minutes before. He could hear her breath catching as he neared the apex between her legs, followed by a disappointed moan when he lifted his mouth and moved to the inside of her right knee to repeat his torturously slow process on the other side of her body. He couldn’t help but smile against her soft skin as he heard her little whimpers increasing the closer he got back to her core.
When he finally made it back to her pussy, Tiff had begun to lift her bottom slightly off the bed in hopes of making contact with his warm mouth. Taking the time to both tease and admire her, he finally slipped a single finger through her dripping wet folds, careful not to penetrate her, yet. When she could wait no more, Tiff broke her silence. “Oh please, Lukus.”
Taking his finger away completely, he teased her. “Please what, Tiff?”
She snapped back quickly. “Oh, please. You know what I want. Please…”
“I don’t know. Maybe I’m not reading you right. Maybe I should make you tell me what you want… what you need.”
Knowing exactly what Tiff wanted, he didn’t bother waiting for her reply. He lunged forward, dragging his tongue in one long swipe up through her glistening lower lips and ending at her already engorged clit. Tiff lifted her ass up to meet his mouth as he grazed her sensitive nub, desperately seeking more contact. She tasted like sweet honey and for the briefest of moments, Lukus was actually afraid he was going to come in his tight jeans without so much as a single touch to his cock.
Tiffany’s primal moans almost undid him. He’d planned on making her wait to come with him inside her, but he could no more tear himself away from the taste of her than she could stop grinding her hips upwards. Sucking her clit fully into his mouth, Lukus plunged two digits deep into her cunt, curling them slightly, in search of her G-spot. Her loud, guttural scream was his first clue he’d successfully found it. His second was her jerking her lower body completely off the bed, thrusting herself up to meet his warm mouth that was still latched onto her sensitive button. He finally replaced his mouth with his thumb so he could look up to admire her as she melted into a mind-blowing climax before his very eyes. A deep feeling of satisfaction washed over him that he was able to bring her such pleasure.
As Tiffany recovered from her orgasm, Lukus stood. Through her post-coital haze, Tiff watched him intently as he reached to unbutton and then unzip his fly. Lukus pushed his jeans down, stepping out and kicking them aside. Tiffany’s gaze had left his and was now focused squarely on his crotch as he lowered his briefs to the floor, letting his oversized cock finally hang free.