Page 37 of A Good Girl's Guide to Dominance
“Yes,” Nia yells. “I’m coming again!”
Our screams burst out of us at the same time, doubling the volume to an ear-splitting level. Nia shakes and quivers, causing more and more friction on my cock as I detonate inside of her, filling the condom with all that it can handle. Each time her body moves, it causes me to convulse, the sensitivity of my tip becoming too much for me to maintain control of my muscles. I have to pull out before I collapse on top of her.
With the condom still stretched across my shaft, I sit on the floor and pant like a dog. Nia pulls herself all the way onto the couch and stops moving entirely, the only signs of life coming from the sound of her ragged breathing. That’s how we stay until I slide sideways and lay myself on the floor on my back. I stare up at the ceiling as emotions spawn in my mind. Thoughts of everything I've been through come in waves, and I try to blink away memories of Natalia from four years ago, wondering what she’d think about my feelings for Nia.
Is that what this is? Feelings? I barely know her, but I do feel … something, and I don't know if I like it. I don't know if it’s okay that there is a part of me that wants to pursue this and see where it goes, but I'd be lying to myself if I said I didn't. I don't knowwhat the future holds, and I don't know if my heart beats rapidly out of excitement or fear.
The Floodgates
Nineteen
At some point in the middle of the night, I woke up to find clothes to sleep in. I barely remember it, but I ended up back on the couch while Rome stayed asleep on the floor. Amazingly, that’s where he stayed until we woke up this morning. I wasn't the only one who had been worn out.
As I watch him quietly slip into the bathroom wearing nothing but his pants, my thoughts don't even care about the present. I’m stuck on last night, memories of kneeling for him vividly re-playing in my mind before rewinding and starting again. I keep seeing the size of his enormous erection dangling in front of me like a tempting fruit, teasing me to the point of ravenousness before he pushed it inside my mouth. I lost my mind once I tasted it, my hands becoming zombified and taking control all on their own. I stroked his shaft and caressed his balls, and the way it drove him insane made me feel like a goddess. Rome controlled my mind and sent me to a place I'm not sure I've ever been. He owned me last night, and I loved it. I wanted to be his and to allow him to have his way with me. I was completely submissive. He did all of that before even attemptingto physically satisfy me. It was un-fucking-real, and I wish I had time to fill a page of my diary reciting it all right now.
I wasn't sure how the night would end, because I saw him waver before we entered the house. There was a flash of uncertainty before he snapped out of it and went back to being the confident man I had been sitting across from at the restaurant. It was like he needed to consciously flip a switch and allow a darker part of himself to take the reins, and once the Dom gained control, it was mesmerizing. The way he commanded me, the way he guided me and left no room for misinterpretation, the way he took his time licking my clit, making sure not to rush like boys do. Rome was a man in every sense of the word, and I felt it. My god, I felt it. With a cock at least seven inches long and jaw-droppingly thick, there was no way to avoid it. In the span of less than an hour, Rome made me come twice. I could have cried from how incredible it was. All of my questions about him have now been answered, but there is a new question that has been born as we get up in the morning before having to go to work together.
What now?
No one saw us at Giovanni’s. Sierra wasn't waiting outside with a camera to record evidence as we exited, so we shouldn't have to worry about people from Sandcastle looking at us sideways when we enter this morning. But what if someone finds out? Everything at our place of business will change, and we may need to have a conversation about how to navigate those rocky waters if we want to stay afloat at the office.
Next on the list? What does a night of Earth-shattering sex mean for Rome and me? Are we a couple now? Are we going to go on dates and hold hands in public places? Do we have private meetings at Sandcastle behind closed doors so that we can be affectionate? Am I bringing him to meet Jaz and Michael? Will I be meeting his family and friends in the future? Will heintroduce me to people as his girlfriend? Do I think of him as my boyfriend? Is there an us?
What now?
The question splinters into a million more and I suddenly feel overwhelmed by the thought. Trying to figure out the future has never been my strong suit, and for all I know, Rome isn’t even interested in anything long term. I honestly don't know what he wants after having already been given access to my body. All I can do now is hope that he isn't a player who dumps a girl after making her scream all night. As much as I enjoyed what we did, that would really suck.
When he steps out of the bathroom, his hair and face are wet from washing them in the sink, and his expression is unclear. He’s such a difficult person to read that it’s slightly intimidating. What is going on behind those beautiful brown eyes? The look on his face makes me want to ask, but his demeanor scares me away. So I just stare at him in the reflection of my dresser mirror. I need a shower, but I don't know if he's planning on leaving right away or not. There isn't much time before we have to be at work, so I don't imagine him staying long, which leaves very little time for us to wade in a pool of floating question marks. I need answers, but how do I break the ice?
I walk into the living room and sit on the couch, waiting for him to put on his shirt and exit the bathroom. When he comes in, his eyes stay low and the same uncertainty I saw in the car before we came in last night resurfaces. What is that?
“So,” I force myself to say. “Last night was … incredible.”
Rome comes in, his every step weighed down by an obvious sense of reluctance, and takes a seat on the accent chair across from me. The smile he allowed me to see at the dinner table last night has gone back into hiding, tucked away beneath the expressionless gaze he usually has.
“It was great,” he replies as if being forced to admit it against his will.
My eyebrows raise. “You sure? You seem awfully sad right now, and I'm not sure what to think.”
Rome forces himself to look at me and maintain eye contact, a smirk wishing it could take over his mouth but being held back. “I'm not sad. Just tired I guess, and I need to high tail it back to my place if I plan to make it into the office on time.”
“Yeah,” I say. “About that. What's the plan on how we’re supposed to act at work?”
“No one will know anything,” he replies as if I was already supposed to be aware of the answer. “I won't have my staff accusing you of trying to sleep your way to the top, nor will I have them accusing me of an abuse of power. So, what happened will remain between us. It’s just better that way.”
I nod, understanding yet frustrated by the response. “Okay. I suppose that's the best way to go about it, because if Sierra says anything else to me, I may just have to slap the shit out of her, and that would be bad for my career progression.”
Against his will, Rome smiles. “Well, we wouldn't want that, would we?”
“It depends on what you're talking about. I'dwantto slap her. I wouldnotwant to ruin my career.”
His smile lingers, turning my insides to jelly. “You're a mess. I love your sense of humor.”
“Good, because I love forcing you to smile when it’s so clear that you don't want to. What’s that about?”
He shrugs, unable to stop the smile now that it has been pointed out. “I don't know. I don't think about it as much as it might seem. I've been through a lot, and I guess the result is that I just don't smile much.”
“Well, you should because it’s glorious. And I don't mean that in an “we just had sex so I like your face,” kind of way. Evenbefore last night I knew I wanted to see your smile, and once you let me I was floored. It’s a beautiful thing, Rome. You shouldn't hide it.”
