The Dom’s Submission: Complete Series by Ellis O. Day

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 18:  Maggie

 

 

 

Maggie was going to die. She was literally going to burst into sparks if she didn’t come. “Please. Sir. May I come? Please.” The last word was a moan of anguish and desperation.

His eyes gleamed as he rubbed that long finger inside her, making the toy roll against her g-spot. Her thighs trembled, shaking the table.

She had to convince him. “I was good. I kept this in…” She clamped down on her bottom lip as he continued to stroke her.

“That’s true. Although, you were going to take them out.”

“But I didn’t.” She rocked her hips, trying to persuade him to move faster and harder. He was keeping her dancing on the edge of the cliff and she wanted to jump off and fly.

“Didn’t you?” He raised a brow. “Even later, after I left you hot and horny in the bathroom. Unfulfilled.”

Her eyes locked with his. She’d never been a good liar.

“Tell me the truth.” He lowered his head and ran his tongue along her slit, stopping right below her clit.

“Oh…god…please, Sir. May I come. Please.” Her whole body was tense and trembling.

“The truth and you can come.”

“Yes. I took them out but I put them back.”

“When?”

“Right after I forgave you. Please.” Her muscles clamped down on his fingers. She was so close.

He continued to stroke her in that slow, steady pace. “I’m glad you told me the truth, but you will need to be punished for your disobedience.” His eyes were dark with dangerous promise. “Understand?”

“Yes. Yes, Sir. Please.” She didn’t care what he did to her later. Nothing mattered but this moment.

“You may come.” He thrust another finger inside her, rolling the toy against her g-spot as he stroked faster and harder.

She was spiraling out of control and she lost it when his dark head lowered, his eyes still locked with hers as he sucked her clit. Her body bucked and tightened, squeezing him but he kept sucking and stroking. She screamed as an orgasm ripped through her. She dropped back onto the table. Her arms too weak to hold herself up any longer. He gave her pussy one last kiss and removed his fingers.

“I think we’re done with this”—he pulled the toy from her body—“for tonight.” He stared at her as he put them in his mouth, cleaning them off.

She moaned, both wanting and dreading the next time he used them. He stood and tossed them into the sink before opening the fridge. He came back with the dessert bag and a fork. She started to sit up.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He put his hand on her abdomen, keeping her in place.

“I thought you were going to eat.” She looked at the dessert bag. “I’m on the table.” Nothing was making sense in her ecstasy fogged brain.

“I am, but I’m not done with you yet. However”—he grabbed her hand—“you’re right. You should sit up.” He tugged and used his other hand to steady her as she sat up on the table, her bones still mush from her last orgasm. “Do you need some water or something else to drink?”

He stared at her with such concern and care she wanted to cry. She didn’t remember David ever looking at her like that. Terry tormented her and demanded she bend to his will but he was also so caring. He bent, his lips meeting hers. His tongue dipped into her mouth, slow and sensual. She could taste herself and it was erotic.

He pulled back. “How about some water?”

She nodded, still unable to talk because if she did her voice would crack. He’d realize she was about to cry for absolutely no good reason. She used the few seconds while he went to the counter to wipe her eyes and pull herself together. This man wasn’t for her long term. This was a weekend fling. As soon as her kids came home, it was over. She’d go back to her day-to-day struggles of her new life as a poor single mother.

He came back and handed her a glass. “Drink.”

She did, gulping it down. She was thirstier than she’d thought.

“Better?”

“Yes. Thank you.” She looked up at him through her lashes. “You always know exactly what I need, Sir.” She liked playing with him. It made her happy to make him happy.

“Remember that.” He took the glass and put it on the counter before sitting down. “Now, to finish my dessert.”

He opened the bag and pulled out the two containers, opening one of them. The white whipped cream accentuated the rich dark chocolate of the cake and the frosting. Her mouth watered. She hoped he was going to share. She was starving. She hadn’t had time for a break because they’d been so busy. All she’d had was a handful of pretzels from a bag in the back.

“This looks delicious. Lots of whipped cream and”—he picked up the other container—“two cherries for later.”

He must really like cherries. She’d have to bake him a cherry pie. No, this was over after this weekend, but David was going to take the kids again the weekend after next. If she timed her delivery of the “thank you pie” right, she might get another weekend of forgetting about her life and just being a woman desired by him.

He stood and put the container with the cherries in the freezer and sat down, breaking off a piece of the cake with the fork. “Open.”

He held it to her lips and she gladly accepted it. Her eyes closed as the sugary goodness melted on her tongue.

“Like that, do you?”

“Yes, Sir.” She smiled and took the next bite he offered. “It’s delicious.”

“Can’t be as delicious as you.” He gave her another piece.

She felt her cheeks heat. David hadn’t liked going down on her. He’d done it a few times but always hurried right to the bathroom to brush his teeth and gargle. She’d understood, but he certainly didn’t want her to do that after she gave him a blow job. Sometimes, she’d swear he choose those nights to snuggle so that she couldn’t brush her teeth.

She ate another piece of cake. With Terry, she was in no hurry to wash the taste of him from her mouth. The cake was covering it now, but the dark, male musk still lingered on the back of her tongue and she liked it.

“Do you want some more water?” He asked as he fed her another piece of cake.

“Aren’t you going to have any?” He’d given her almost all his dessert.

“I saved some for me.” He offered her the second to last piece.

“You only want one bite?” That was crazy. “This is really good.”

“There’s more than enough left for me.” He held the last piece up to her lips. “Open.”

She did, obeying like she had when she’d been on her knees. Both times it was delicious.

He turned and tossed the fork into the sink. “Now, my turn.”

“But there’s nothing left.” She was starting to feel bad about this.

“There’s plenty.” He scooped up a glob of whipped cream and some of the chocolate syrup on his finger.

She gasped as he plopped it on her nipple. He scraped more and decorated her other nipple before running his finger down her torso. He grabbed more dessert and painted over her hip bones on each side, down her inner thigh and the outer sides of her pussy.

He slowly licked his fingers, his eyes locking with hers. She shivered, knowing where that mouth would be soon. He bent his head and licked her nipple.

“You’re right. It is delicious.” His tongue was rough as it lapped up the whipped cream, going around and around her areola.

“Yes.” One of her hands clutched his broad shoulder, loving the play of muscles under her fingers, but her other hand tangled in his soft hair, holding him closer. She’d never tire of the feelings he created in her. It was like a whirlpool—sex, desire, caring, commands and laughter all swirling inside her making her feel safe.