The Dom Prize (The Dominants (Novellas)) Page 5

  He put it down on the bed and came closer.

  “Hands over your head,” he snapped.

  I don’t know why I did it. Maybe because I was quivering with need and being handcuffed wasn’t so bad. I must have taken too long for his liking and a resounding slap came across my bare bottom. Gasping, I snapped my head toward him. The light burning on my skin made me want him even more. Was that sick? He wasn’t beating me. I wouldn’t stand for that no matter how horny I was. This play was good. Glancing at the crop I had just a smidgen of doubt. I laid on the bed as he requested and he put the cuffs on me, efficiently and with ease. I could tell he had done this plenty of times before. It pissed me off but I tempered my ill feelings about him with other women. Why the hell should I care?

  “I want you to keep your eyes cast downward or I will blindfold you. Got it?”

  I nodded. A part of me was annoyed but I would go along with him, for now. He moved around the room for the next five minutes, arranging something on the side tables and the dresser. A fresh, spicy scent tickled my nose and I inhaled deeply, taking the sexy aroma deep into my lungs. I chanced a peak because seriously, I was stubborn. There were candles everywhere, tall and white. Then my eyes crashed into his. I knew I was in big trouble when he glared at me.

  “How many fucking times do I have to tell you, Gianna? Don’t look up until I say so.” He shook his head in disappointment as he prowled the parameter of the space.

  “Your time is almost up and you still haven’t managed to learn obedience.”

  With my eyes lowered once more, I dared to question his authority. “May I speak, Sir?” I asked sarcastically.

  His silence told me he was trying to control his annoyance. The bed dipped and I gasped when his mouth touched my thigh followed by the leather crop.

  “I knew this would be a challenge, Gianna. The moment you walked into that party, I knew.”

  He moved closer to where my need was the strongest. My hips surged in anticipation. He grasped my legs and spread them wide.

  “Hold very still, Gia. You will learn the meaning of patience tonight.”

  He sat back and ran the crop up and down my core, stopping at just the right places. His timing was unbearably precise. This went on for several minutes at which point I was practically mental.

  “Bastard,” I muttered between gritted teeth.

  He stopped everything. “I’m sorry. What was that?”

  I shut my trap.

  “I’ll give you what you want after your punishment. Maybe. You may look up now,” he whispered in my ear.

  Thankfully, my lips were pressed together firmly and my throat worked to keep my whimper in check.

  He scooted off the bed and went back into that blasted dresser. Eyes wide, I watched as he pulled out a cat o nine and slapped it against his thigh. No fucking way was I going to let him hit me with that thing.

  “Do you trust me, Gia?”

  “Shouldn’t I get a safe word?”

  He grabbed my ankles and flipped me onto my belly. Oh shit. He was going to whip me raw and I was helpless to stop him. I opened my mouth to scream and got his finger in my mouth instead.

  “Don’t need one. You’re an A level for pain tolerance, remember? Now lie very still and feel the sensations.”

  He moved back, spreading my legs slightly.

  Glancing over my shoulder, I caught sight of his shaft. He was hard. This couldn’t go on much longer. Could it?

  Orgasm Denial – 3 (Yes that is expert level…shit!)

  The first bite of the whip caught me off guard. It didn’t hurt. He wielded it lightly and very slow. The tails landed on the tender section of my inner thigh the second time, coming achingly close to my…

  I moaned when he smoothed my skin over with his hands, moving inward and grazing the folds of my core. Again, he rained light touches of the whip across my bottom. Each time he came at me harder, he rubbed my skin and circled the nub of my desire until I quivered for release. After two more sessions, he moved off the bed. My ability to see my surroundings was limited but my ears worked just fine. Complete silence. Great. How long did he plan to leave me like this?

  * * *

  An hour later I heard the rustling of keys and footsteps. I prayed it was JP. I wouldn’t want to be caught by Fernando the bellman in my current position.

  Whoever it was came in the bedroom and opened one of the closets. A set of warm hands gripped my ankles and I jerked away.

  “This isn’t going to be over unless you lie still,” he reiterated once again.

  That voice was like warm honey being poured all over my body. A very sensitive and sexually frustrated body, I might add. Nothing I did in that damn hour had gotten me off. Not rubbing myself against the sheets or pushing my thighs together. Who was I kidding? I needed him in a bad way. Unexpectedly, I craved his dominance over me. I wanted…

  He spread my legs wide and pushed some kind of bar between them with adjustable cuffs at the ankles. Holy shit. Now I was trussed up in offering, my cha cha clearly visible to his eyes. And yet, my body was on fire. I couldn’t move my arms. My legs were forced into an awkward split. And I was in heaven.

  His hands ran up the backs of my thighs, clearly avoiding my sensitive region.

  “Mmmmm…I could smell you everywhere. Are you ready for me?”

  “Oh, God yes.” I whimpered.

  It was finally over. A quick intake of breath followed as I felt the soft touch of his lips against my ass, smoothing and caressing the area he had punished. I pushed against him, wanting him to devour me.

  “If you were further along, I wouldn’t be giving you this.” He rubbed the head of his shaft against my entry.

  “But, I have to make some concessions since we’re limited in time. Otherwise, you’d be getting another session like before until you begged for my dick.”

  My eyes teared up at the thought that he might deny me again. I simply couldn’t deal with it. I needed him to finish me and provoking his anger wasn’t going to get me there. I wanted to please him. I found that surprisingly and deliciously… liberating.

  “Tell me what you need. I want to hear you say it,” he urged.

  And I did. “Fuck me, please.”

  Grabbing my hips, he yanked me to my knees and filled me. It was the most glorious sensation imaginable. My body restrained in every way and his taking me completely.

  I bit my lip, trying to smother the keening wail brought on by the exquisite feel of him so deep inside. His rhythm grew ferocious and I was perilously off balance with nothing to hold on to. My hips screamed in delicious pain as they compensated for the width between my knees. Someone was going to be very sore tomorrow. Somehow, the mere thought made me shiver. Not able to hold myself upright any longer, I let my chest come down against the bed. What a sight, ass in the air, legs spread from here to California and arms over my head making my back arch.

  I was coiled so tightly my limbs felt disjointed, pulled asunder, and then he changed the angel of his thrusts and my world fragmented. It didn’t stop there; he reached around and titillated my bud until I actually saw stars. My eyes rolled back and I fell even further down the bed until only his arm around my waist held me to his swollen shaft. He pulsed inside of me and I vaguely heard my name leave his lips in a groan. I was completely exhausted, practically incapacitated. I knew right then, he was the only man who could ever bring me such ecstasy.

  My eyes closed and I felt him loosen the cuffs at my wrists and ankles. The bed shifted and he rummaged through the drawers in the bathroom. A moment later, I felt the cold sting of something wet against my leg, hips and bottom. My lips quirked up as I realized what he was doing but I asked anyway.

  “What is that?”

  “Lotion. I don’t want you scuffed up and it’s part of my aftercare program.”

  I chuckled. “Aftercare program? How sweet of you.”

  He tapped my ass and I didn’t even budge. I was out in less than a minute.

 
* * *

  When the first light came in through those enormous windows I knew he was gone. My hand still reached out hoping to touch warm flesh. Instead, the sheets were cold and unwelcoming. I opened my eyes only to see JP sitting at the small table across the room, sipping a drink and staring at me intently. His side of the bed was flat and untouched. He hadn’t slept there.

  “Hi.”

  What else should I say at this point? I sat up and the sheet decided to stay put below my breasts. His gaze shot down seemingly irritated with his own body’s reaction. The slight grimace had me pulling it back up quickly. Glancing around the bed, I noticed he hadn’t left any kinky souvenirs this time. Everything was probably back in his chest of torturous sex toys.

  “I have some phone calls to make. Your breakfast should be up in a few minutes.” He stood and walked into the adjacent room. Why was he being so dismissive?

  Part of me wanted to jump off the bed and chase after him, ask what his problem was. Man, this emotional ping-pong game was getting on my nerves.

  Wrapping the sheet around my nakedness so he wouldn’t be subjected to my body, I roused and locked myself in the bathroom. Crap, I felt like a walking bruise. I stretched and thought I heard every bone in my body crack. Hot, steaming shower, that’s what I needed to get the blood flowing.

  Thankfully, my phone was still charging on the counter. Grabbing it, I decided to send Karli a quick text.

  Hey Chica, I’m in big trouble here…

  Hey Girl. How so?

  Well, seems Mr. Stone is somewhat of a bipolar asshole.

  Really? Hmmmm. He hasn’t hurt you, right?

  No. The sex is fantastic. It’s what happens afterward. He gets all weird on me.

  That never bothered you before.

  Well it freaking drives me crazy now!!

  LOL…sounds like things are getting intense in the mountains!

  I scowled at her through my phone. Intense my ass! JP needed to get over his grumpy self or I was going to start asking some questions, which would probably land me in the orgasm chamber of horror. Damn.

  Hello?

  I’m here. Listen, I’m jumping in the shower. Ttyl.

  Have fun… ;-). Remember it’s Valentine’s Day!

  A loud knock had me throwing my phone in the air and scrambling to keep it from hitting the floor.

  “Gia, breakfast is here. Dress in your gear. We’re heading out.”

  “Yes. Sir.” I stuck my tongue out at the door then dropped the sheets and started a hot shower. Stepping in was bliss. My body ached in everyway. I felt well used and satisfied physically, but emotionally I was a wreck. I had too many live wires in my brain all telling me I was careening down a slope without brakes. The loss of control was extremely frightening and enlightening at the same time. Giving someone else free reign with your feelings and trusting him to give you that wicked emotion called passion was unbelievably different, creating a bond that was amazingly strong. How could I be feeling something like this for a practical stranger?

  Well, I could blame it on the incredible sex but I knew that wasn’t the complete truth. There were other factors here of which I had never experienced. Dabbling in some kinky sex with an amateur did not give me the same results. JP knew what he was doing. He had a gift for bringing out that one emotion I had struggled to keep hold of. In a few short days, he had managed to loosen my grip. When I was under his command and at his mercy, I actually felt… free.

  * * *

  Thirty minutes later, I waltzed into the bedroom naked as the day I was born and made sure I bent over to rummage through my luggage precisely with my ass in his direction. I was done with the covering up stuff. If I was good enough for him to fuck then he could just deal with my body in the aftermath.

  I didn’t make it into my luggage; instead I was tackled from behind and shoved up against the table. His hand pushed me over and held me down but I still had a clear view in the large, ornate mirror. He was totally dressed behind me. The sound of a zipper going down made me want to wail in relief.

  “Don’t take your eyes off the mirror, Gia. If you do, I’ll stop,” he whispered, kissing the line of my back.

  The wet stroke of his tongue at my core made my knees buckle. His hands grasped my behind and kept me vertical. Sweet Lord, the man had some talent. I went over hard, my body shaking uncontrollably. My fingers clutched the edge of the table, holding on for dear life. Keep your eyes on the mirror…

  He was relentless, entering me with one smooth stroke before my orgasm had managed to extinguish. I hung my head trying to push some strength into my quivering limbs.

  “Eyes up, Gia!” He snapped, holding very still inside of me.

  I pushed back against him and was rewarded with a resounding slap to my bottom. It stung so good I almost came that very instant. My eyes focused on him through the mirror. He face was stark, lips pursed in concentration. His fingers dug into my hips as he began to move once more. Gaining momentum, I gripped the side closest to me so that my body remained upright. His hands moved up to tease my nipples.

  “Reconsider the clamps. They’ll bring you unbelievable pleasure if used the right way.”

  He punctuated his comment by squeezing them harder, then releasing quickly. He repeated the drill again and released when the pain was almost beginning to get uncomfortable. Freeing them at precisely the right moment allowed the blood flow to come rushing back making the sensations close to a tit-gasm. If I weren’t so far gone with ecstasy, I probably would have laughed out loud at my thoughts.

  Reaching down to hold my position, he got serious with the thrusting, bringing me up on my toes.

  “Give it to me. Right. Now.” He commanded and I obeyed.

  Peaking instantaneously again, my body held his as his climax exploded inside of me within seconds. I collapsed on the cold, flat surface taking in big gulps of air as if I had done multiple jumping jacks. He removed himself and walked into the bathroom. I heard the faucet then he came back as if nothing had happened.

  “I suggest you dress quickly. Our ride will be here in thirty minutes.” He said, walking into that damned room he used as an office.

  I gazed over my shoulder before straightening. His stuff was still inside of me and I was already being dismissed? Hell no.

  I turned, noticing for the first time the beautiful display on the breakfast table by the large windows. A dozen red roses brightened the space. The silver dish was still hot when I ran my finger over the ridged plate. I couldn’t even begin to describe the smell wafting up to my nose. Delicious.

  I grabbed my robe and sat; ready to dig in when I heard muffled voices coming from the office. JP sounded pretty pissed and adamant about something. I shrugged and lifted the top off the meal. The eggs were actually done in heart shapes. Major brownie points here. I was just finishing up when JP stormed out of his office looking like a bull ready to charge.

  “Fucking bastard,” he muttered.

  I dropped my fork and pushed back from the table.

  “Are you okay?” I confused myself with the question. At this point I would have happily told him to “fuck off and take your attitude with you” after I enjoyed the breakfast he was paying for, of course.

  He ran a hand through his thick hair then turned around without another word. I gave him his space. There was obviously a work-related issue here and I had had my fair share of those with horrible curse words included.

  * * *

  Half and hour later, we pushed the lobby doors open and the “ride” ended up being a limo. It was ridiculous because the ski lift was just a short walk away but who was I to judge the whims of the wealthy.

  “I apologize for my outburst. It had nothing to do with you.”

  I glanced over my shoulder before getting in, intense relief warming me from the inside out. “Don’t sweat it.” Then I winked. It was the first full day we had together and I wanted to make the best of it. The day was absolutely gorgeous; all clear blue skies and diamond spark
led snow. The ride, although brief, was still stunning.

  Skiing wasn’t my favorite thing in the world. I had only tried it a couple of times and totally sucked at it. Did I care that I was probably going to make a fool of myself today? Well, my competitive side was bucking at the showdown but I pushed it aside. Spending an entire day with JP was high on my radar, especially because I really wanted to know more about him, the person underneath the sexy Armani suit. Yes, I had googled images of him and damn it if he didn’t look stellar in one. Pathetic, I know.

  JP was quiet for the entire two-minute trip, looking out the window at nothing in particular. Someone waited for us to arrive and help me out, taking my bag and his hundred-dollar bill. Wealth. It sure helped you on a sucky day.

  Our equipment was already waiting for us. Elliot, the gentlemen who had delivered the infamous red dress, waited patiently as we walked over. My boots weren’t cooperating so I trailed behind.

  I almost knelt before him and did the “bowing” dance when he handed me a thermal smelling of rich dark coffee. JP’s eyes smiled at me over the rim of his as he sipped. I must have had a goofy expression on my face.

  “Good?”

  I closed my eyes and smacked my lips. “Very.”

  His voice at my ear pulled me back from coffee heaven and into a totally different realm, which was very closely related to heaven.

  “I want to fuck those lips when we get back.”

  My heart flipped and another part of me was throbbing at his blunt words. Holy hell! Now I understood the limo and getting back quickly. It was absolutely a necessity. Good thinking, rich boy.

  Taking a deep breath, I pulled back and looked into his eyes, making sure to run my tongue along the corner of my mouth.

  “Fuck the skiing.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me back toward the limo.

  I dug my heels into the snow.

  “Whoa there big boy. Can we spend one day out?”

  Be respectful…

  “Please. Sir?” I pouted.