Undeniable: Dom & Gigi (Beg For It 5)

“Oh yes,” she panted.

“Good.” I took my hand away, making her wait. She wasn’t going to get to come. Not yet.

I knelt down again, spreading her thighs farther apart. I hissed with male satisfaction as I looked at her arousal. She responded to me so quickly, so instantly aching with desire. I brought a finger to her pussy, slick and pink, and worked her lubricant all over my fingers. Then I brought my fingers to the entrance of her ass.

She tensed, sucking in her breath.

“I told you,” I reminded her, circling her hole, making it slick. “I’m going to take your ass, too. I won’t do it tonight. But I will start prepping you.”

With that, I slid my index finger into her tight hole. She clenched around my finger, as if fighting me. “Dom!” she cried out, sounding shocked and somewhat horrified.

“I’m in charge, Gigi,” I reminded her, my voice low with warning. I knew what she’d like, even if she didn’t yet. Scooping more of her wetness with my other fingers, I brought it to her asshole and used the lube, slowly working in and out, in and out with my finger. “Now concentrate on my finger in your ass,” I commanded her, the stern professor to a reluctant student. “Focus on how it feels in you.”

So tense, I could see her buttocks quivering as I slowly fucked her ass with my finger. This was new, forbidden territory. I knew I was a dark beast because seeing her struggle, knowing she was wrestling in her mind with guilt and taboo, feeling like she shouldn’t like it, that made it all the more erotic.

“Are you focused?” I checked, making sure she was working on her assignment.

Finally she whispered, “Yes.”

“Good. I want you to close your eyes and feel me move in and out.” I thrust slowly, rhythmically, pushing in and out, slick and sliding. “Now you tell me, baby,” I asked more gently, low and hushed as I watched her start to squirm. “Does that feel good? In your ass?”

She whimpered and I could see from the way she clutched the granite, the way she pushed up onto her tiptoes, straining to get her ass tilted at more of an angle for me, it felt good. Her pussy glistened, a slow thick trail of juice starting to make its way down her thigh. She loved my finger fucking her ass, but she felt shy admitting it.

I withdrew my finger and spanked her, hard, leaving a pink mark on her cheek. “I asked you a question.” I spanked her again, this time hitting her clit as I did it. She moaned deeply, pressing back into my hand. “Now if I start again…” I brought my finger back to her tight, pink hole, circling it gently, with promise. “Will you answer me?”

“Yes,” she pleaded, “Yes, Dom, I promise.” She wanted my finger back in her ass, pleaded for it. I smiled, watching her naked and quivering. I’d make her beg much more than that. But now I’d give her a small reward for realizing I meant business. She needed to do as I told her or she wouldn’t get the pleasure she craved.

“All right,” I said, stern. “One more chance.” I reached down to her pussy and felt her even more wet from her spanking. She liked getting punished. Once my fingers were coated in her slickness, I drew them up again to her asshole, teasing, circling. She whimpered with anticipation.

“What do you want?” I coaxed, rimming her, pressing against her tight ring but not entering. “Did you like it when I had my finger up your ass?”

“Yes,” she moaned, as if I’d drawn it from deep within her, forcing her to reveal a secret.

“Good.” For that admission, I slipped my index finger in again, slick past her entrance, massaging her tight channel.

“Ooh,” she moaned, arching her lower back, straining her ass up for me to do with it what I wanted. In and out, a slow rhythm, just one finger, I wanted to give her a taste. A glimpse of what I’d do to her someday soon.

“You like that,” I declared, fucking her ass with my finger. I brought my other hand down sharp on her cheek, making it jiggle. “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” she groaned, panting.

That was what I wanted. I stepped away, withdrawing my finger. Stroking her back, her hair, I calmed her. “Let’s get you dressed again. For now.” I wanted her weak with need, thinking about it all day.

“You’re not going to…?” She turned and looked at me, disappointed and slightly pouty. I knew what she meant. She liked her orgasms. She knew I could give her one in the next thirty seconds. But tonight was going to be her first time having sex. I couldn’t wait to feel her come around my cock.

“Not now.” I smiled at her and helped her back into her bikini, tying the strings. “Tonight.”

I pulled her back onto my lap, my raging hard-on pressing into her ass. “Let’s finish eating breakfast.” I pulled the plate toward us and fed her another bite, then ate one myself.

“Tonight I want you wearing one of those dresses in the closet, Gigi. And no panties.” She nodded, looking eager to do exactly that. “We’ve got new groceries arriving today. I’ll fix something. Tonight’s going to be special.”

We kissed, long and slow and with promise. I couldn’t wait to make it so good for my Gigi.

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After a day of leisure, swimming and kissing, working out and kissing, showering and kissing, I made some calls. Plans were shaping up. Colt had made contact with my guys. He knew now that his original course of action was not going to take care of the problem. These ruthless criminals were not the types of businessmen with whom he typically dealt. Leonard had to have been insane with greed to start working with them in the first place. Maybe he’d seen the writing on the wall and known Colt was going to fire him. It could have been his retirement plan, spinning off a little lucrative investment down in Columbia right out from underneath the CEO’s nose.

It hadn’t gone down that way. All ties with the coffee growers were now severed, never to be renewed again. But the cartel was still rejecting Colt’s increased offers for financial reparations. They weren’t after money. They wanted blood.

So we were going to give them blood, only it wouldn’t be the kind they wanted. It wouldn’t be Gigi’s or anyone associated with the Kavanaugh family. It would be their own, if everything went according to plan.

The guy who delivered our groceries this afternoon was new to me, but a vouched-for associate of a guy I trusted with my life. We all agreed, he’d be our weak link. He’d be the one to leak our supposed location, making it look like a stupid slip, loose talk to a stripper down at a club where we knew the cartel had ears. Of course he wouldn’t reveal the actual location of our safe house, but it would be enough to get them thinking they were playing offense, not defense. We wanted them off-balance, looking one way while we came at them from another.

Because while they prepared to strike us, we were going to strike them, right in the center of their lair. We had guys down in Columbia, laying in wait, plotting strategy. Nothing would make the cartel more vulnerable and distracted than thinking they had the upper hand, planning their hit on us. Right when they thought they were on top, about to get exactly what they wanted, that was when we’d strike. I wanted nothing less than all the top guys in the cartel dead. I’d grown up in a criminal gang. I knew the mentality, and that was the only way to end this vendetta once and for all. It was the only way I could guarantee Gigi that the coast was clear, not just for the time being, but forever.

Late afternoon, I took my time getting ready for dinner with a long, hot shower and shave. I had exactly one button-down shirt and I put it on for Gigi. I still wore my jeans but she got me to put on a collar. She might not know it yet, but there wasn’t much I wouldn’t do for that woman.

The grocery guy had brought a couple of nice steaks. I wasn’t exactly a gourmet chef, but I knew how to rub them with salt and pepper and grill them up so they got a good char but stayed pink on the inside. I threw a couple of ears of corn on the grill, too, and I’d noticed Gigi seemed to like salad so I got out some lettuce and tomatoes. I opened up a bottle of wine and set the dining room table

with the lights down low. Damn if Gigi didn’t complete the hell out of the picture when she walked into the room.

She wore a backless dress, her pert breasts rounded, full and bare against the silk. She’d put her hair up into some kind of sophisticated twist, the kind of thing I’d relish undoing when the time was right. Walking toward me in stacked heels, I sensed her arousal in her movements. Her hips swayed as she walked and she gazed at me with heavy-lidded eyes. She knew exactly what she wanted. And tonight she was going to get it.

“You look fucking gorgeous.” Pressing a hand to her bare lower back, I leaned her down into a deep kiss. I wanted her breathless tonight, from start to finish. “No bra.” I cupped her breast, lovingly caressing it through the silk. She should never wear one. Unless it was something sexy and that was all she had on, just for me.

“No panties either,” she slyly confessed, giving my lower lip a suck and a nibble.

“Is that right?” That was something I was going to have to see for myself. “Show me.”