Undeniable: Dom & Gigi (Beg For It 5)

He might have wanted to frighten me off, but instead he’d gotten me so turned on I could barely see straight. The next morning I’d deliberately gone into the master bedroom and picked out the tiniest, most outrageous bikini I could find. I’d worn it in front of the mirror, striking poses, unable to believe I was going to wear it in front of him. But I needed to. I was going crazy with lust. He had himself under lockdown with some misconception that it was the right thing to do. I had to let him know in no uncertain terms, I needed him to do the wrong thing. He kept trying to be good, but I desperately needed him to be bad.

I’d found the baby oil and, shaking with nerves, positioned myself out on a lounge chair. I’d started slow, a small bit of oil on my arms. It had felt good, in the sunshine. Every inch of my skin was tingling with arousal. It didn’t take long to start getting into it, pouring more oil in my palms, rubbing and massaging it into my skin.

Then, like my fantasies, he’d come. And now, here I was, up in my bedroom wondering what would happen next? He’d told me to head up and wait for him. And he’d told me not to put on clothes. But would he make me wait for long? I didn’t think I could wait too long for him. At least not without slipping my fingers down again.

I sat on the edge of the bed and my ass tingled, sensitive from my spanking. A flush of warmth pulsed through my core at the memory. The way it felt with his rough, large palm possessing me, claiming my ass. My clit throbbed and I sighed, closing my eyes. I didn’t want to wonder why it felt good. I wanted more.

The door opened. Dom stormed in, looking determined and driven. My eyes widened in anticipation and, even though I wanted whatever he did to me, a touch of fear. I was so inexperienced. It turned me on when he was rough, but I couldn’t help but feel scared. He was so huge, so massive standing there before me, and I knew now he wouldn’t hold back.

“On your knees.” He pointed to the floor. Trembling, I complied, slowly standing, then dropping to my knees next to the bed where he wanted me. He took off his T-shirt, his muscles rippling as he moved, his abs standing out in such definition I wanted to lick each ridge. Then he slipped his shorts and briefs off, tossed them in the corner and stood before me completely naked, the portrait of a magnificent man.

He took his huge, hard cock in his hands and palmed the length, looking down at me. “You see what you’ve done?”

I looked at his cock in his hands, so swollen and purple. It wasn’t fair that he got to touch and I didn’t. I’d been wanting to do that for so long. I licked my lips, wanting to taste.

“You’ve been touching yourself, getting off,” he reprimanded me. “You came last night and the night before. Then you came from my spanking. Now it’s my turn.”

A drop of precome formed at his tip, and I parted my lips. I bet he’d taste so good.

“You want this?” he asked, heavy, watching me.

“Yes,” I whispered, on my knees.

“Do you want to suck it?”

It looked so big and male and I wanted to give him pleasure, to see his face as I kissed and licked and sucked him, making him feel so good. “Yes, please,” I pleaded, not caring if I sounded desperate. “I want to.” I started toward him, inching on my knees, reaching out with my hands.

“Stay still,” he chastised. “I’m in charge.” I stopped and watched as he strode swiftly into his room. Was he leaving? Then he came back with a leather belt. He held it in both hands, then pulled it taught with a snap. “I think you’re so naughty you need to be tied up.”

He walked behind me and grabbed my wrists, pulling them behind my back. It felt scary and exhilarating all at once. I trusted Dom with my life. After all, he’d saved it more than once. But still, this made me so vulnerable, naked and kneeling on the floor as he bound my wrists together with his belt. He wrapped them a couple times, then fastened the buckle. I felt him check, a finger beneath the belt, to make sure it wasn’t too tight, and I sighed. With Dom, it felt so right to give myself over to him. He’d take care of me, completely, in ways I didn’t even know I needed.

I kneeled there, feeling strangely freed by my restraints. Now I had to serve him. I could surrender to the fantasy. He stood and walked to the side, my back, then my front, all the while surveying his work, my wrists bound, my breasts thrust out and exposed, my mouth at exactly the right height to work his cock.

He stepped closer, palming his length. I licked my lips and when I opened my mouth a hushed whimper came out. I wanted him so badly.

“Just the tip, now baby. You suck the tip for me.” I opened wider and finally, finally he gave me the crown of his cock in my hot, wet mouth. Moaning, I sucked, tasting him for the first time. Salty and sexy, so male and delicious, I swirled my tongue and sucked and groaned it felt and tasted so good.

“Fuck, Gigi,” he groaned. I looked up at him, licking and kissing his tip. He gazed down at me with such heated desire in his eyes. It spurred me on, made me want more. I couldn’t wait to make him come. I took more of him in my mouth, opening wide, still only just past the tip but moving down his shaft. He swore and fisted my hair in his hand, drawing me off.

“I said the tip,” he growled, panting. “You need to do what I say.” I whimpered again, wanting so much more, but he had my hair in his grip tight. “Do it slow, Gigi. I want to last. And I’m big. You’re going to need to go slow and relax your throat to take me all the way in. Let me guide you.”

I relaxed under his control, letting him guide my head, feeding his cock to me a little at a time. All I had to do was open wide and enjoy having Dom in my mouth after all this time. I moaned again, closing my eyes to the sensation. The pull of my bindings, the rough clutch of his fingers in my hair, the velvety smooth yet hard sensation of his cock on my tongue. I opened my eyes again to look up into his eyes, loving the hunger there, the desire I had sparked.

Using a lot of saliva, I licked and sucked, loving the underside of his crown. He groaned and tilted his head back. So I did it again, tentative, exploring, pressing that spot beneath his head and he groaned again. Oh, so much to explore on this man, and it was so much fun discovering what he liked. I felt an ache between my thighs, my arousal growing.

“Ready for more?” he asked and I moaned, sucking on him hard and nodding, letting him know I wanted it. I didn’

t know honestly if I could take all of him in. He had to be nine inches and so thick, but I really wanted to try. I opened wide and he thrust, a little, a little more, until he hit my gag reflex. My eyes watered and I tensed, making a nervous sound in my throat.

“Relax, baby,” he reassured me, petting my hair. “Relax your throat.” But I’d never done this before. I didn’t know what he was talking about and suddenly I panicked that I wouldn’t be able to do it. What if that was what happened, that I wanted to be Dom’s super-hot sex toy but when I finally got my chance and gave it my all I failed? What if I didn’t know how to give him a good blow job?

He must have read my reaction on my face, and I realized I had a tear on my cheek when he withdrew and kneeled down to me, wiping my tear with his thumb. “Gigi, Gigi.” He wrapped his arms around me, drawing me to his chest. “Gigi, shit.”

“No, Dom,” I shook my head, letting myself cry now. “I’m ruining everything.”

“What are you talking about?” He tilted my head up, his hand under my chin. “That felt amazing and you hadn’t even really started.”

“But that’s the problem.” I buried my head in his shoulder, hating myself, hating that I was a good little girl even when I tried to be bad. “I’ve never done this before.”

I felt his body freeze, tense. I prepared myself for his rejection. Now he knew I was a goody-goody virgin with no experience still after all these years. It wasn’t normal, and it wasn’t hot.

“What do you mean?” He held himself so still.

Nothing to do but tell the truth, I picked my head up. “I’ve never gone down on a guy. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

He repeated my words, sounding wooden. “You’ve never gone down on anyone?”