Stormy Satisfaction (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 11)

“Good.” He could see that she was getting turned on and that made him want her all the more. He lowered her feet to the floor. “You want my wicked tongue. Then earn it, sub.” He sat down on the bed. “Give me a show.”

Ashley’s face lit up. She grabbed her cell. “I have the perfect song for you, Master.”

Suddenly a tune with a heavy bass beat filled the room.

She sat her phone down and began moving her body to the sensual song. Seeing her hips sway so seductively made him rock hard. Damn, I shouldn’t have asked for this. I’m not sure I can hold myself back.

Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse to the rhythm of the music. When she tossed it to the floor, he leaned forward, wanting more. She removed her bra, exposing her gorgeous, full breasts. She smiled and once again gyrated to the music.

Concentrate, Sylas. Be a Dom. Be the Dom she needs. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, sub.”

“I want you to touch me.”

“Touch you where? Be specific.” He was getting into his role. He loved how she responded to his words.

“My breasts, Sir. I want you to touch my breasts.”

“Show me. Use your hands. Pretend they’re mine.”

She nodded and moved her delicate fingers over her mounds.

“Pinch your nipples, sub.” He took off his shirt. He couldn’t hold back much longer. He wanted her. Wanted her more than anything. Two months had gone by since he’d seen her naked. But a Dom was supposed to put his sub’s needs before his own, and Ashley seemed to need him to take things slow, to raise her desire to a state of deliriousness. To do that for her he must keep his self-control. With that in mind, he willed himself to stay put on the bed despite the hunger for her inside him. “Pinch them hard.”

She obeyed, closing her eyes and moaning.

“Do you just want me to touch your breasts, sub? Or do you want me to touch you other places, too?”

She opened her eyes and their gazes locked. “Other places, Master. Please.” Her breathy words poured gasoline on his internal fire.

“Take off the rest of your clothes and show me,” he commanded.

“Yes, Sir.” She took off her shoes, slipped out of her slacks, and stepped out of her thong. As the song she selected continued playing, Ashley ran her hands over her gorgeous naked body, writhing to the music.

He stripped out of the rest of his clothes and stood. Dom or not, he couldn’t wait any longer. He lifted her into his arms and lowered her onto the bed.

He moved on the mattress next to her and started massaging her breasts. “God, you feel so good.”

She licked her lips. “So do your hands.”

He pinched her nipples lightly, and she moaned. He bent down and kissed them, circling his tongue around her buds. She arched her back off the mattress, clearly wanting more. Her scent of desire made him crazy and hungry for her body.

He ran his hands down her sides. She felt warm, soft, perfect. Moving down her body with his mouth, he tasted her smooth skin. So sweet. So delicious. He had to have more. He positioned his head between her thighs and lifted her legs over his shoulders.

“God, your pussy is beautiful.”

She laughed. “No pussy is beautiful, Sylas. Not even mine.”

“Sylas? What happened to Master?”

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“How would you know if your pussy is beautiful or not, sub? You’re not a Dom. I am.”

He felt her tremble and looked in her eyes.

“Yes, you are a Dom, Master.” She was excited by his dominance, and that pleased him. “You’re my Dom. My Master. I’m your sub.”

“Yes, you are.” He ran his tongue over her wet pussy, loving the taste of her sweet cream. He licked her folds, taking in every drop on them.