Princely Passions

I try to pull away from the kiss and he won’t let me. His mouth claims me, and he pulls me closer to him.

Moaning into his mouth, I give in to his every desire. After all, those desires are my own. I love the way he takes charge of my body. Really, it's more than that. Dominic’s possessive reign over my body extends to my mind. He seems to know every exact way to bring me maximum pleasure.

Dominic captures my bottom lip between his teeth, grazing it with his own low moan into my mouth. When he pulls back and releases me from the kiss, I struggle to find my breath again.

The taste of him in my mouth lingers and makes me press my lips together. I feel them sore from where he’s touched them, and I like the little reminders of how he’s touched me.

“Your mouth is mine, Daphne,” Dominic says.

His eyes stop my heart for a second, the way they hold me in place.

My wrists are tightened in his grip. “Your hands are mine,” Dominic says. “To hold back or put where I want them.”

How am I supposed to breathe? My eyes dart wildly to his face and my heart flutters. His dominance turns me on so much it almost hurts. He might be hotter than men half his age (and with a ripped body to match his handsome face), and he might be as charming as a British secret agent… But, really, it’s the way he wields his dominance over me that just gets me. Men like him simply don’t exist anymore.

Dominic’s hot breath ghosts over my nipples through my shirt then, and I let out a weak whimper of anticipation. “Your breasts are mine, to bite, suck, or cum all over whenever I like,” he says. I shiver at his words. Though I begin to nod, Dominic grips my jaw and makes me stop and look at him. As if I want to look anywhere else.

“Your pussy is mine to taste and to fuck. Whose pussy is this, Daphne?” His words make me moan and I forget my own name for a second until he says it. I’ve never had anyone say such filthy things to me before. I didn’t even know that they could turn me on this much.

I can’t find my voice for a second. I want to immediately respond to his sensual words with the admission that makes me so hot and so wet I can barely breathe, but I don’t find the words.

Dominic shoves his hand down my panties, through my pants, and his hands are on my clit and so close to my pussy that I yelp out.

Still no answer from me, but I’m trying. I feel like my mind is trying to swim backwards against the current. I can actually feel myself getting wetter, though. I'm loving every second of this. And that’s putting it lightly.

“I won’t ask again. Even though I want that pussy so badly, I’ll still just go jerk off in the bathroom. I will, and I don’t want to,” Dominic says with a sharp tone in his voice that pierces through my thoughts.

“This pussy is your pussy. Please fuck me, please,” I moan out. My voice breaks out like I’m drowning and gasping for air. Heat blazes through me at the sensual admission. I need his hands, his mouth, his cock; I need anything that he can give me. Fuck, at this point, I could watch him stroke his cock and it would make me cum.

“I’m going to fuck you. But first I’m going taste my sweet pussy. Even though it doesn’t need a warm-up. I fucking love how much you want me, Daphne.” He buries his face in my neck and sinks his teeth into my skin.

The instant I feel his feral contact against my body, something breaks within me. A heat builds up in my pussy that makes me tremble.

Dominic tosses me over his shoulder and then drops me, stomach down, onto the bed. I feel him yanking off my pants and pulling me up to my knees before I even know what’s happening.

I feel the heat of his mouth over my pussy and my toes curl.

Oh God. My stepfather has me on my bed—the same bed where he used to tuck me in. Somehow my mind keeps on circling back to that thought, and the forbidden nature of it just makes me grow even wetter. His mouth closes over my pussy with nothing but the flimsy, soaked cotton of my panties between us. I’m moaning loudly and my face heats

up. I shouldn’t be embarrassed, but part of the moaning is just my body releasing some of the tension his touch builds up inside me.

I’ve never had anyone eat my pussy from behind before. I feel so exposed already, and then Dominic’s thumbs are hooked at the side of my thong.

Slowly, he pulls it down. I wiggle my ass, eager for his mouth to be on me. The air is crisp and cold when it makes contact with my bared skin.

Dominic’s warm breath over my pussy makes me shiver. I bite my lip, steeling myself for the moment he makes contact.

A few seconds feel like forever, and then his nose is pressed inside my pussy folds and his tongue is lapping up and down them. His hands grip my thighs. His thumbs knead circles into my flesh. Heat pools in my belly. Lust spirals higher and higher within me.

Dominic’s tongue draws flat through my folds, widening and pressing through me. His hands draw up and down my thighs, making me shake. No matter how much I tremble, my body can’t shake free. Dominic’s holding me tight and his mouth is all over my pussy. I keep squeezing my eyes shut and curling up my toes, the intensity of the sensation so intense I can barely hold onto it.

His mouth lifts up for a second, air hitting the soft flesh of my pussy before Dominic closes his mouth over my clit. The moment his tongue darts out, he’s so close to my clit and then he sweeps it to the side, tracing around the eager, swollen bud. I grind against his face, rolling my hips. I want his tongue on my clit. I need the jolt of arousal from it, and I’m losing my mind waiting for his tongue to sweep over it, for him to suck hard and take it in his mouth until I scream.

Dominic’s hands grip me tighter. I can’t get away, can’t force him to do anything sooner than he wants to. That’s how it is with men like Dominic – you have to submit, and you only do it your way when he wants that to happen.

All that just makes me moan out with need, but it turns me on even more. “Fuuuuuck,” I groan out, desperate for more.

Dominic’s tongue returns to circling around my clit, but never touches it. It makes me shiver, these small touches, because I’m caged in his hold. I’m stuck where he wants me while he bucks his face against my pussy. I’m all over his face. I can smell the scent of my wet pussy in the air. My juices are flowing into his lips, down my thighs, and all I smell is sex. The faint scent of Lipsmackers and bubblegum, old lipsticks, and everything around me of my childhood melds with the erotic, musky scent of my pussy. It turns me on even more. Especially because the scent of him, the masculine mountains and woodsy scent of him, was a part of both lives. The older childhood where I was trying on my sexuality, and now when I’ve lived through the shittier side of adult relationships. Just when I’m starting to savor that sensation, a new tide washes over me.