His Games, Her Rules

DOMINIQUE

“Lay back, spread those pretty legs of yours, and touch yourself,” I command her, and just like that, her breath hitches in her throat.

As much as Robyn likes to be in control in and out of the bedroom, she also likes to be controlled in bed, to be dominated. I’ve seen that side of her, and to my surprise, she hasn’t been trying to hide it from me. This kinky side of her that loves to surrender and submit her body to a man she thinks is worthy enough provokes the Alpha male in me. The memory of the night I dared her to touch herself in that restaurant is still fresh in my mind and I don’t want to forget. The night in that restaurant, Robyn had opened the door to a side of her and she had given me a glimpse of what sexually aroused her and what got her on the edge. She likes it dirty.

She likes challenges, she enjoys being given commands in bed, and she’s a very obedient sub when she wants to be. And right now, lying on the bed directly opposite me, I can see the fire in her eyes, the hunger in her brown orbs, and she’s waiting for me to consume her.

“You want to watch me touch myself?” She purrs, her voice low and seductive as she watches me.

“I want you to show me how you enjoy my fingers and my mouth on you. And don’t hold back.”

Robyn takes in a shaky breath as she lies on the bed, her eyes trained on me. Slowly, she trails her fingers down her stomach, sneaking past the waistline of her silk shorts as she cups her sex. I can feel the blood pumping through my veins and straight to my aching balls and my cock. I dig my nails into the couch, my primal instincts fighting to take her right this moment. To pull her into me and fuck her into oblivion.

But instead, I sit back and watch, biting back a guttural sound from escaping past my throat. Suddenly, she pulls her hand out from her shorts and sits up as she leans back on her elbow. With our eyes fixed on each other, and her breathing shallow, Robyn pushes the crotch of her shorts to the side and starts to swirl her middle finger around her swollen clit.

Fuck.

God, she’s beautiful.

With her aim to please me, she slips one finger, past the obstruction in her sensitive flesh between her legs as she starts to finger herself. She moans, the beautiful sound vibrating around the room. Her eyelids are heavy, her lips slightly parted, as she brings her free hand underneath her top. I watch her grope her breast, her palm covering her perky tit as she fingers herself and fondles her breast.

“More fingers,” I order, my voice gruff and deep.

Robyn obeys, sliding in a second finger as her eyes flutter shut.

“Eyes on me, Robyn,” I growl. “I want you to look at me.”

Robyn springs her eyes open as she locks them on my blue ones. A silent whimper escapes her lips and she moans, almost driving me insane with lust. I’m impossibly rock hard, with my length straining against my briefs, begging to be released from its cage. If I don’t control myself, I’m going to have to fuck her. And as much as that sounds good, Robyn needs to submit her body to me, to surrender and beg for it. She’s put me through a lot, walking around and shaking her fine, round ass, standing on her toes and showing me the curve of her ass, swaying her hips, and getting me all riled up, so it’s fair if she has to beg me to take her.

Fuck’s sake, this woman is everywhere in my head.

The few days we’ve spent together in Santa Monica have made me realize how much I need her. How much she means to me, and how I can’t stand to see her hurt. I want to be hers, and I want her to be mine, all of her. I need to possess her, to own her body.

And right now as she squirms on that bed, with her fingers plunging in and out of her pussy in a slow and fast rhythm, there’s this sudden urge, this intense need to have a taste of her.

I have to or I’m going to lose my mind.

Slowly, I stand up as I stalk toward the bed, with my gaze fixed on Robyn. I can hear her breathing loudly and the fast beating of her heart against her chest as she looks up at me. She stops touching herself and sits up. She kneels in front of me, as she plants her small hands on my chest. I hold her hands and peel them from my chest. Robyn looks at me, with several emotions clouding her pupils.

I smile. “Lay back on the bed. Today’s about you.”

Robyn obeys, shifting backward as she finally lies down. I climb onto the bed and situate myself in between her legs. She squirms, her hand coming up to trace the outline of my torso through my shirt.

“You don’t get to touch,” I tell her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head.

A whimper escapes her lips as she squirms beneath me.

“Do you want my face buried in between your legs?”

She nods eagerly.

“Words, Robyn. Or I’m pulling away.”

“Yes,” she answers at once. Robyn clears her throat and glares at me. “Yes, I want your lips down there.”

“How badly?” I ask, flashing her a taunting smirk.

Robyn groans, still glaring at me. “Is this necessary?”

“It is. I want to hear you say it. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck your pretty little cunt with my lips and my fingers.” I whisper, one hand still holding her wrists together above her head as I run the other from the back of her knee to her hip, my palm grazing against her silky skin.

So fucking perfect.

Robyn shudders, her teeth tugging at her bottom lip as she stares at me. I can see the hunger in her eyes and the proof of desire on her full breasts.

“Say it, Robyn, or I’m pulling away.”

She takes in a shuddering breath. Always going to be so feisty in bed. Fuck. Her stubbornness only makes my cock swell in my pants.

“Please,”

“Please what?” My hand is on her stomach as I brush it upward to her heavy breasts until I’m cupping one in my hand. Robyn shudders and moans. “Tell me what you want,” I whisper.

“I want you to touch me.”

“Where?” I squeeze her breast in my hand, eliciting another moan from her pretty mouth.

“My pussy.”

I smirk, tugging at her nipple and twisting it between my fingers. “Aren’t you a dirty little girl?”

“Please, Dominique.”

“Be still. Hands above your head until I tell you otherwise.” I say, sitting back on my knees as I remove the buttons on my cuffs and pull the sleeves of my shirt upward.

“I don’t get to touch you?” She frowns.

“No, you don’t.”

She draws in another shaky breath as she nods.

“Good girl,” I whisper.

Slowly, I bring my head down, planting a chaste kiss on her neck which only makes her whimper.

I chuckle against her neck. “So fucking responsive.”

I slip my hand underneath her top, my palm brushing up against her skin as I palm her breast. I squeeze the flesh in my hand, kneading her breast as I pinch her nipple. Robyn moans, the sound going straight to my cock.

“Fuck, I need to feel you. I need you naked.” I groan and sit up again, slipping my hand out of her top. I reach for the hem and pull it upward. Robyn lifts her body off the bed as I pull it past her head and the length of her arms.

With the top gone, I clasp my lips around her nipple and she gasps. I suck, twirling my tongue around the sensitive stiff bud, and then I release it. She’s trying so hard to defy me and put her hands on me, but Robyn knows better.

I continuously suck on her nipple, rolling my tongue around her nipple as I lick. I trail my hand down her body as I slip my hand inside her shorts and then I cup her sex with my hand.

“Oh, my god.” Robyn moans, arching her back off the bed as she squirms.

I run my finger up and down her entrance, her wetness coating my finger, as I continuously suck her swollen nipple. I swirl my thumb over her swollen clit as she moans, her back arching upward to meet my torturous fingers. Her breathing is heavy, her lips slightly parted as her breath tickles the side of my face.

And then I slip two fingers inside her without warning, plunging deep into her warm wetness.