Undeniable: Dom & Gigi (Beg For It 5)

“Dom!” she gasped. Her bra and dress pushed her breasts up and together, forcing them out as if in an offering, her nipples so bare and pink. “That looks…”

“Sexy as fuck.” I bent down to lick them. Looking up with a wicked smile, I asked, “You know what I like?” I reached over to my drink. “I like it when I shock you.” I brought my ice cube to her nipple and she sat up straight with the chill, the sensation rocketing through her. “I like it when your eyes widen and you look a little nervous. Like you don’t know what I’m going to do next.” I dropped the cube back in the glass, then brought my finger between her legs and stroked her silky panties.

“Oh!” She bit her lip, wriggling on my lap. “You do make me feel that way.” One hand on her breasts, the other slipping into her slick pussy, I made her sigh. “But then it feels so good to trust you.”

“Do you trust me, baby?” I pinched her nipple, making her moan. She did like a little pain.

“Yes.” She looked up at me with a hint of breathless anticipation. My cock throbbed against her, ready. “What do you want to do?”

“It wouldn’t be any fun if I told you ahead of time.” I decided dinner was over. It was time to head upstairs. I was an observant guy. I’d noticed a few things around, household items that a deviant like me could put to good use in unusual ways. Now it was time to see how Gigi liked it.

Up in the master suite, I pointed to the bed. “Get naked and lie down on your back. And Gigi.” I stepped closer, my hand under her chin, tilting her so she’d look in my eyes. “You tell me if you want to stop. I’m about to push your limits. I think you’ll like it very much. But you tell me if you don’t.”

She gulped and nodded, then started to strip. I watched her, noting she trembled slightly as she pulled down her panties and unclasped her bra, a jumble of nerves and anticipation. Damn if my cock didn’t love her eagerness mingled in with her sweet innocence.

In the laundry room, I’d found some clothespins. They were wooden with smooth tips. I’d loosed the springs a bit so they wouldn’t be cruel. They’d provide just enough pain to heighten her awareness, make her pant and twist and feel wrong, so wrong for liking it. I headed out to retrieve them and one other item down in the kitchen. When I came back, she was lying just like I’d told her, waiting for me.

She watched me, biting her lip, her ribcage rising and falling fast as I used some rope to bind her wrists to the bedposts. This time, I used more, spreading her wide, a loop around her knees bound up to her wrists. Nothing too tight, nothing to cause pain, just enough to provide that feeling of complete vulnerability.

“How do you feel?” I asked, circling her around the bed, watching her there bound and naked for me. “Does anything hurt?”

“No, it’s…” she panted, watching me with wide eyes. “It’s good.” I rounded the bed, settling at her pussy where I could see it glistening with arousal.

I kneeled down to inspect her, spreading her lips to see her arousal. “You like it. Tied up and spread for me.”

She whimpered, her eyes closed, maybe shocking herself with how much what I said was true. I was introducing her to her inner sub, and how much it pleased her to serve.

“I have something for you.” I took out the clothespins from my pocket and held them up so she could see.

“Um…” she panted, looking nervous. “Those…?”

“Let me show you.” I brought them to her breasts, circling them around. She quivered beneath me, watching my every move. Gently, with great care, I opened one and clamped it on her aroused tip.

“Oooh!” She arched her back, her eyes closing.

“How’s that, baby?” I moved slowly to the other side, watching her pant.

“It’s…oh!”

I pinched the other as well, watching her writhe in her restraints. The arousal I scented and saw on her pussy told me why. She loved it.

“I like how those clamps look on you,” I praised her. “But you tell me if it’s too much.” She moaned but didn’t say stop.

“Now I have something else for you.” I’d found an interesting kitchen tool. It was a mortar and pestle, the kind a chef might use to grind up fresh herbs and spices. The mortar wasn’t what I was interested in, it was the pestle. Smooth, cool and marble, it lay heavy in my hand, about eight inches long and two inches wide with a nice rounded tip. Yes, I thought it would do nicely.

I held it up for her to see. “Wait, what—?” she started, but then her voice eased into a moan as I brought it to her pussy, rolling the cool, heavy marble over her swollen, exposed clit. She pushed her pussy up against it, wanting more, and I knew staying there would bring its own satisfactions. But I was a dark man with dark appetites. I slipped it lower.

She tensed again, looking up, worried. “Dom?”

“Relax, Gigi.” I soothed her, stroking her thighs, my finger to her clit again. “I’ve got you.” Kneeling, I got up close and started with my fingers, circling her asshole, then starting to massage. Her tight ring fought me, and she whimpered as I entered.

“That’s it,” I encouraged her, feeling her relax into the pleasure, using lots of lube. “See how good it feels?” I slipped in two fingers, then stood to look at her face. Lips parted, eyes closed, she moaned with deep pleasure. Nipples clamped, legs spread, my fingers fucking her ass, she was losing herself to sensation, just how I wanted her.

“Now trust me, Gigi. Let me do this.” First I rolled the marble along her pussy, getting it nice and slick. She tensed as I removed my fingers from her ass and replaced them with the cool, smooth rounded tip at her entrance. I brought my fingers to her clit and circled, pressed, as I slowly, slowly eased the marble shaft past her tight ring.

“Oooh, Dom!” she panted, pulling against her restraints. “That’s so big.”

“It’s stretching you, Gigi.” I watched exactly where I’d entered her, mesmerized by how it looked, opening her up, preparing her for my cock. “Can you take it in for me? Like a good girl?”

“Uh.” She panted and quivered, more slick arousal seeping from her pussy, dripping down to her ass.

“Work for me, baby.” I moved it farther in, three or four inches, thrusting slowly, in, then out. She started moaning, tossing her head to the side. “You like that, don’t you, princess? You can admit it to me.”

“Ugh! Yes!” The confession ripped from her lips.

I smiled with satisfaction, watching her body writhe, her gorgeous, soft skin coated in a sheen of sweat. She was such a bad girl and only I knew. “You like me fucking your ass, baby?”

“Oh yes, Dom,” she sobbed, shaking, pushing her ass down on the marble. “Yes.”

I didn’t want to go too far, didn’t want to lose my grip, so I kept it at about five inches max, enough to stretch her, but not as much as my cock would. I pushed it slow, in and out, in and out. Her stomach clenched, her thighs quivered and she grunted as she took it up the ass.

“You need to come, baby?” I asked. “Does it feel too good, tied up, me fucking your ass?”

“Please,” she begged, shivering, whimpering. “I need to.”

“Yes,” I soothed her, “I know you need to come.” But selfish me, I wanted her to come on my cock. I removed the pestle, but not the clamps, and quickly untied her. “Up on your hands and knees.” After I took off my shorts and shirt, I helped her move. She was somewhat disoriented, almost dazed with her unfulfilled lust.

“I need you to come on my cock, baby.” I mounted her from behind and sank into her pussy, burying myself in her in one thrust. She screamed, clutching the sheets in her hands. It felt so good in her bare. I’d only done it a couple of times, knowing it was risky. I was clean and I knew she was, too. That wasn’t what I was worried about. It was my ability to pull out from heaven.

Her pussy fit me tight and wet as I pumped into her, grabbing onto her hips, thrusting up inside of her. My balls slapped against her, both of us sweaty, groaning, as I worked her mercilessly.

“I’m g

oing to come, Dom. I’m going to come,” she sobbed, clutching the sheets.

“Yes, come,” I roared, fucking her harder than I ever had, pistoning into her. Bending over, I unclasped the nipple clamps, letting sensation pour into her right as she climaxed.

“In me!” she screamed. “Come inside me.”

I couldn’t stop. At her urging, knowing it would be the best feeling I ever had in my life, I came deep inside of her. Her pussy milked my cock, squeezing it as she orgasmed, both of us coming together.