Page 48 of Dominant

He dropped his hands to the bottom of my t-shirt, pulling it up. “Take your clothes off,” he said in a low voice, “and let me see you.”

I turned to face him and pulled off my shirt, unhooked my bra, and slid off my skirt - right in front of the window. It all seemed like so much work after only wearing the loose, thin, initiate’s shift.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed, wrapping his arms around me. He bent his head down and gently brushed his lips against mine, then cupped my head with one hand and pulled me in closer, pressing his mouth against mine with passion. His tongue, soft and sure, sought mine, sending shivers through me, and I leaned into him, wanting more.

He broke away, looking down at me with a thousand unspoken words swirling in his eyes, and took my hand in his. “Come with me,” he said. “I want to take my time with you.”

I followed him down a hallway, feeling the warmth of his hand in mine, my body thrumming with anticipation. To have him to myself, to feel him inside of me, to watch him drop his cold, hard facade and lose himself in pleasure because of me - it was something I had wanted for so long, it seemed. Something that had come to seem unattainable.

He led me into an enormous, open room - his bedroom. It was easily larger than the entire apartment I shared with Stephanie, and sparse and masculine, with black furniture, polished cement floors and a dark, dramatic art piece with metal accents mounted on one wall.

I climbed onto the giant bed and stretched myself out on my back, luxuriating in the feel of his duvet and sheer pleasure of being naked and exposed in front of him. Whatever he was going to do to me, I was ready, but I hoped he would touch me - that he would fuck me. I wanted to feel his skin against mine, and his muscles rippling as he moved over me.

He pulled off his shirt and pants, revealing ripped abs and shoulders. I realized it was only the second time I’d seen him naked, and his body was unbelievable - huge, powerful, and strong.

He climbed on the bed over top of me and lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me again and pressing the hard ridge of his cock against me. I moaned, raising my hips up against him as I felt my pussy flood. The anticipation of him was making my heart race.

“I want you,” I breathed, and he furrowed his brow, his expression shifting. He raised one hand and circled it around the front of my neck, pressing down just hard enough to show me his strength.

“You’re not in charge here,” he growled, and I squirmed under the power of his hand, the roughness of his voice. Every inch of me felt hyper-sensitive, my nipples aching, my pussy swollen, and I was lost in a sensation of need, stronger than anything I’d ever felt. I would die if I didn’t feel him inside me, I was certain.

“I need you, Master,” I murmured, almost crying with desperation

He grinned playfully, and released my neck, lowering himself between my legs and pushing my knees apart.

“I want to taste you first,” he said, pressing my thighs down against the mattress. “I want to explore your beautiful pussy.”

He pressed a soft, tender tongue against my clit, circling it, and I gasped at the warm, wet feel of him on me. As he ran his tongue around my clitoris, I quickly mounted to the brink of orgasm. I reached down and grabbed his hair, crying, “Alexander!” as an intense climax tore through me, my head lifting and falling as I shuddered in release.

He climbed up over me, grinning down at me - a wide smile over perfect white teeth, those incredible, expressive blue eyes. I melted. He was so beautiful, and he was finally all mine.

He pressed his hard cock against me again, and I was so ready for him, I whimpered.

Tenderly, he brushed my hair back off my forehead. “I’m going to fuck you now. I’ve been waiting a long time to do this, and I’m going to go hard and deep, enjoying what’s mine, and when I’m ready I’m going to come inside of you, okay?”

I nodded, barely able to speak.

He gripped my hair, pulling it back. “What do you say?”

“Yes, Master,” I moaned. “Yes, Master.”

“Good.” He raised his hips and I felt him against me, felt the head of his cock as he pushed it against my opening and then entered me. A blazing heat passed through me as he filled me up. His breath came in stuttering grunts as he buried his cock deep inside me, every movement sparking pure pleasure. The feel of his strong back moving under my hands, his breath on my neck, the incredible warm smell under his ear… it all made me feel high. He was a drug. I rolled my head back, feeling the wave of pleasure cresting in me, and suddenly I was coming again, bucking my hips and crying out.

“Jesus, Jordan!” he cried, that pained and exhilarated look I’d seen on his face that night in the club, when that initiate had been between his legs. This time it was all for me. He groaned and drove himself into me hard, one last time, as he came, slamming himself into me hard as he spurted his hot come inside of me.

“Stay with me,” he said later, as we laid in bed, our naked bodies pressed together in comfortable intimacy. I had my head on his shoulder and he was flipping through his Apple TV, looking for a movie to watch.

I was nodding off already, since I’d only had a few hours of sleep before waking up early, but I replied groggily, “Till when?”

“Till whenever you want,” he replied. “Till forever.”

I curled up tighter against him, pressing my nose into his chest, and was asleep before he’d settled on a movie.

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