His Games, Her Rules

DOMINIQUE

Robyn moans, the sound is like music to my ears, sending waves of pleasure to my throbbing cock that’s aching with need.

Fuck.

What I’ll give to fuck her right now. To feel her warmth around my cock as she moans into my mouth. But not today. Not now anyway. I’m not going to take her right now, not until I have her begging for my cock.

“Fuck, you’re tight and so fucking slick.” I groan, pulling my head back to stare into her eyes.

“Harder, please.” She cries out and I listen to her pleas, plunging deeper into her slick heaven and getting harder by the minute by her beautiful moans, my fingers inside her, and her tears of pleasure.

“You like that?” I ask, my gaze locked on hers.

“Yes. More.” She cries out, her fingers digging into the mattress as she writhes underneath me.

“Fuck, Robyn. You don’t know what you’re doing to me right now.” I groan against her mouth, my lips hovering above hers. “I need to taste you.”

“Oh, God, I would really like that.” I pull my fingers out and slip them into her mouth. “Taste yourself.” And she does, rolling her tongue around my fingers and licking it clean and that just makes my cock swell painfully harder.

I pull my fingers out of her mouth and sit back on my knees. I reach for her shorts and pull them down, as Robyn lifts her butt off the bed to allow me to pull her shorts down her thighs, to her ankles.

I run my gaze down her naked body, stopping on a familiar scar at the right bottom side of her waist, close to her pelvis. It’s from a bullet wound. I can identify one anywhere and that’s because I have them too. Hiding beneath a tattoo. I lean forward, my hand on the bed next to her as I run my finger over the length of the scar.

How did she get this? Who could have shot her?

Robyn tenses against my fingers as I bring my gaze to lock them on her eyes. There’s something else in her eyes, something other than pleasure. She’s reminiscing on the memories of how she got the scar.

Reminding myself I’m going to ask her about it later, I bring my lips to her stomach and kiss the scar. Slowly, she starts to relax underneath me.

I sit back again, grab her thighs, and pull her toward me, bringing her thighs together and pushing them against her stomach and then I start to feast on the slick flesh in between her legs.

“Oh, fuck, Dom. That feels so good.”

I run my tongue up and down her folds, tasting her juices on my tongue, and then I flick my tongue on her swollen clit, eliciting different sounds from her. I’ve missed this, this slick, sweet taste from her pussy. Ever since I went down on her in that hallway on the night of my charity gala, thoughts of what she tasted like refused to leave my head. I groan into her pussy, twirling my tongue along her folds and settling on her clit as I suck.

“I’m gonna cum.”

I push her thighs apart, with my face still buried in between her legs as I pleasure her with my tongue. I slip in a finger, thrusting into her slickness, pushing in deeper as I pull out and then plunge in again.

“God, I want to touch you,” Robyn cries out, her lips parted as she pants.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“No, babe. Hands where I want them or I’m restraining you.” She shudders at my words, obviously more aroused by the thought of being tied up.

As I finger her, I continue to eat her out, rolling my tongue around her clit, down her folds to where my finger is buried inside her, and back up to her clit and then I suck.

“Oh, God,” she moans, squirming and writhing against my mouth.

I cup her breast in my hand, molding the flesh in my hand as I focus on bringing her over the edge. She’s close, I can tell by her cries and her shaky legs. I flick my tongue continuously on her clit, and then I suck again. I curve my finger inside her, grazing the right spot as I rub against it. And then she cries out, her legs shake, and her whole body vibrates as she orgasms. I run my tongue over her opening, tasting her orgasm on my tongue as I eat her clean.

I let go of her legs and they fall like jelly on the mattress. Her breathing is heavy, her lids heavy and her eyes are on me as I get out of bed. Slowly, she sits up, reaches for the duvet, and covers herself with it. I smile and surprisingly, Robyn blushes, tucking a few strands behind her ear. She bites her bottom lip when her gaze falls on the bulge in my pants.

“You’re, um”

“I’ll be fine. A cold shower would do.”

“Oh,” she exhales. “If you want, I can return the favor.”

“I don’t want you to. You should get some rest, if you want, and then shower. I’m taking you out.”

Robyn is caught off guard as she blinks her eyes at me. “Is it a date?” She asks.

“It is whatever you want it to be. If you want it to be our second date, then, sure.”

Robyn chuckles, blushing harder as she avoids my gaze.

I flash her a small smile and turn toward the bedroom door.

“Where are you going?”

I turn to look at her. “Giving you privacy.”

I step out of the bedroom and head toward the elevator as I look down at my evident erection. I groan and click on Oliver’s floor on the elevator panel. I step into the elevator, leaning against the steel walls as I shut my eyes.

I’m going to need more than a cold shower, because right now, something else is wrong with me. Something other than the throbbing boner I’m sporting right now. What’s happening to me is something new and different. Something I didn’t think was possible.

And it’s taken me until now to realize I’m falling for Robyn.