His Games, Her Rules

I lead Dominique toward the kitchen the minute we step inside the living room of our hotel suite. I gently push him onto the barstool by the kitchen counter as he sits down. I look through the fridge as I pull out a packet of ice. I stand in front of him, making sure we are not too close and I hold his arm and place it on the counter. Dominique watches me intently as I place the pack of ice on his slightly bruised knuckle.

He’s tense.

The kitchen is quiet and the only sound I can hear is the sound of our breathing. I shift my gaze from the ice pack on his hand as I fix my gaze on Dominique who’s still staring at me.

He exhales and licks his bottom lip. “I’m sorry you had to see me like that. Lorenzo’s got that coming for a while.”

I flash him a small smile, a small reassurance. “It’s okay. I think it was hot.”

Dominique raises his eyebrows, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Huh.”

“Although you didn’t have to. I can handle myself. And Lorenzo is not a threat to you.”

“I know. I guess I was just trying to stake my claim. To remind him who you belong to,” he whispers, his heated gaze locked onto mine as we stare into each other’s eyes.

I open my mouth to say something but clamp my mouth shut when my tongue can’t form any words. There’s a shift in the room’s atmosphere all of a sudden. Dominique puts his right hand on my waist and gently pulls me forward so that I’m standing in between his legs.

I don’t know if I’m over imagining things but I can hear his heart beating fast as he holds me. Dominique bends his hand a little as the ice pack slides from the back of his palm. He puts his other hand around me and pulls me further in, closer.

I can hear my heart beating in my ear as blood pumps through my veins and straight to my heart. Dominique raises his right hand to push a few strands out of my face as he runs his knuckles down my cheek, straight to my shoulder blades, and the length of my arm. His touch is light, gentle, and delicate.

There are butterflies in my stomach as my stomach flutters from excitement. My breath hitches in my throat, desire pumping through every nerve in my body.

“What are you thinking?” I ask.

“You don’t want to know.”

“Tell me,” I whisper, my gaze flickering from his eyes to his lips.

“I want to kiss you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“Hmm.” Dominique smirks, picking up on the need in my voice.

I want him and I’m tired of denying myself all of what he has to offer. I want this man. I want his hands on me, his lips littering kisses down my body, and his tongue navigating my sensitive skin in between my legs. I want him to fuck me, to make love to me, and please me.

God, I want him.

Dominique, with his left hand around my waist and down the curve of my back, pushes my hair to the side as he plants a kiss on my neck. I whimper, a shuddering breath leaving my mouth. My eyes flutter shut as I bite my bottom lip.

“Aren’t you forgetting the magic word?” Dominique whispers into my ear as he bites my earlobe.

“Please kiss me,” I beg, just as he promised I would and Dominique chuckles into my ear, the vibration going straight to the sensitive flesh between my legs.

Dominique litter kisses down my neck as he nibbles on the skin. I throw my head back, giving him access to my throat as his tongue traces the outline of my neck. A moan escapes my lips as I put my arms around his torso, feeling the tense muscles underneath my fingertips slowly dissipating.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

“Tell me how badly you want my hands all over you.” He says. His hands are on my thighs as he brushes his palms along my thigh, past my dress as he brushes it upward.

“So bad, Dom. Please touch me.”

Slowly, he pulls back, with his hands still on my thighs as he locks eyes with me. “Is that what you want?” He whispers.

“Yes. I want you to fuck me, touch me, do to me whatever you want. My body is yours to command.”

“Fuck, Robyn,” And then he kisses me, rough and demanding.

It takes me a second to respond and when I do, I’m no match for his expert tongue. His hand is no longer on my hip but around my neck, pulling me into his torturous kisses. I moan into his mouth, biting onto his bottom lip and he groans. Dominique brings his spare hand to my butt and he palms the flesh in his hand. His touch is ecstatic, hot, and intoxicating.

Dominique runs his palms up my thighs as he drags my dress upward as he goes. I don’t know when or how, but I’m half straddling his thigh. I grind against his pants, desperately craving any form of friction and I moan.

“Fuck. Needy little Robyn.” Dominique groans into my mouth and bites my bottom lip.

Slowly, he pulls me back as he pulls down the straps of my dress down my shoulders. He reaches for the zip at the side of my dress and pulls the zipper down. My dress falls to my feet as Dominique stops to kiss me. He leans back to look at me as I step out of my dress and kick it to the side. Now, I’m left with heels and naked.

Dominique slowly sweeps his gaze over my body, lust and another emotion clouding his vibrant blue eyes.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He whispers, his voice hoarse as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me forward.

Dominique holds both my hands behind my back with his left hand as he slams his lips against mine. This time, the kiss is gentle and passionate, like he’s trying to savor it. Dominique stops kissing me to kiss the side of my mouth and then he trails the kisses to my neck and down to my collarbone. He slips his hand in between my legs as his fingers come in contact with my entrance. Slowly and gently, Dominique runs his fingers down the length of my pussy and then he slips a finger in, past my opening.

“Oh, my god.”

“Do you like that?” He whispers into my ear as he slides his fingers in and out of my pussy.

My eyes are squeezed shut as I whimper, my legs threatening to give up on me.

“Yes.” A breathless whisper leaves my mouth.

“I can’t hear you, Robyn.”

“Fuck, yes, Dominique, I like that.” I sound a lot more confident than the first time and a little irritated.

Does he have to torture me? Can’t he just touch me without making me list all the various ways I want him to touch me?

Suddenly, without warning, Dominique adds a second finger, stretching me further with his digits. If he wasn’t holding my arms hostage behind my back, I would be holding onto his shoulders for composure. He starts to work his fingers inside me, slipping it through and pulling it out. My breathing is heavy, my moans loud, as I beg him to fasten his pace. Dominique doesn’t listen, he takes his time and that just irritates and frustrates me more.

“Look at me,” he commands and I slowly blink my eyes open to lock eyes with his eyes. “Good. Eyes on me. I want to see you.” His words are calm, sultry, and erotic.

Dominique envelopes his lips around my tout nipple as he licks and runs his tongue around the hard bud. His mouth is warm, as his tongue twirls around my nipple, rolling around my stiff nipple as he fucks me with his finger.

I moan, biting my bottom lip, as I spew out profanities. He stops to lick my nipple as he pulls back to stare at me, lust in his blue eyes, compiled with need and hunger.

After a few seconds of thrusting into me with his fingers and me panting and moaning, Dominique pulls out his fingers and brings them to his lips. I watch him lick my juices off his fingers as he lets go of my hands and stands to his full height.

He starts to unbutton his shirt and I watch him watch me. Dominique shrugs his shirt down his shoulders and tosses it to a corner. He puts his arms around me and plants me on the edge of the counter.

“Plant your feet on the edge,” he orders, his voice deep and fucking sexy.

I obey and plant my feet on the edge of the counter as I lean back on my arms. My focus is on him. He’s shirtless, skin kissed by the sun and covered in colorful tattoos.

“Spread those legs for me, babe.” He commands slowly, his voice hoarse and sexy as I part my legs.

Dominique smirks. His looks dark. “Good girl.”

He stands before me, his arms on my knees as he pushes my legs further apart. I feel open with his full attention on me, his gaze lingering a little longer on my perky breasts and my hard nipples. There’s something in his eyes, something darker as he stares at me with hunger. He looks like a predator, an animal waiting to devour his prey.

And right now, I don’t mind. I want him to devour my body. Dominique sweeps his gaze down my body and stops on my pussy. I’m wet, my juices coating the walls of my entrance. He groans and steps between my legs and with his arms on either side of me, Dominique brings his mouth to my breast as he engulfs my red bud with his mouth.

“Fuck,” I gasp.

He twirls his tongue around my areola as he bites it, sucks, and then releases it with a pop. It stings and it’s not a surprise I love the pain. Dominique plasters his palm on my thigh, with the other pressed on the counter next to my butt, as he runs his palm upward on my thigh until he’s groping my buttocks.

I whimper, my hand on his back as I trace every muscle underneath his skin. Dominique moves to my other breast, his palm leaving my butt to palm my breast as he sucks my nipple, teasing it with his tongue.

“Oh, god.”

This feels too good.

Dominique lets go of my breast as he litter kisses down the length of my torso to the part I desperately want his mouth on again.

He leans back and puts his hands on my thighs and pulls me forward so that my butt is hanging off the edge of the counter and then he brings his face down and laps his tongue over my pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” I moan and throw my head back.

Dominique groans against my pussy. “Fuck. Just as I remember.” He slides his tongue down the length of my sensitive folds and then he sucks.

“Oh, shit.” I bring my head down to stare at him. His eyes are on me, watching me as he makes me squirm, moan, and beg for more.

I’m biting down on my bottom lip as Dominique flicks his tongue over my throbbing clit, as he licks and sucks. He twirls his tongue around my clit, circling the sensitive flesh in between my legs and nearly knocking me over the edge of pleasure.

I reach forward, my fingers in his lustrous strands as I push his head into my center. Dominique chuckles against my opening, but he doesn’t complain or stop. I begin to grind against his mouth as he stops to eat me out.

“Try and savor it, yeah?” He says as he winks at me.

He continues to pleasure my pussy with his tongue and his lips, licking, sucking, and flicking his tongue on my clit.

“I’m going to fucking cum, Dom. Please don’t stop.” I moan loudly and sit up to watch him flick his tongue around my clit at a fast pace.

I squirm, my legs shaking as I near the edge. Dominique stops to pleasure me with his tongue as he starts to roll his thumb over my clit. I curl my toes, my breathing shallow as I bite down on my bottom lip and curse in a language I can’t even understand. He begins to rub fast circles on my clit as he brings his tongue back on my pussy, right where it belongs as he sucks. I don’t know what he did with his tongue, but the next minute I’m coming. I tug at his strands as my legs shake violently and the orgasm rips through me. Dominique doesn’t stop his wicked torture with his tongue as the last of my orgasm leaves me breathless.

I fall back on the counter, exhausted.

“Are you tired already? Cause we’re just getting started.”

Slowly, I sit up as I watch Dominique start to unbuckle his belt. He is hard. I can see the strain of his erection through his pants material and I’m getting more sexually excited all of a sudden.

“Tell me how you want it. Hard and fast, or slow and sensual?”

“How about both?”