Page 61 of A Good Girl's Guide to Dominance
“Okay. Bye.”
When the call ends, I'm not sure how to feel. I don't want to be one of those people who sinks so far into a new relationship that they can no longer see the rest of the world, their vision clouded by their inability to see past their new sense of happiness. ButRome and I are brand new. I should be allowed to go all-out right now, to announce at the top of my lungs that there is hope for people like me, especially after the shitty relationships I've been through. I'm thirty years old. Haven't I earned the right to cheer for myself when I find success and happiness? I've spent countless nights jotting down my frustrations in my diary, writing it all with so much passion and detail that any random sub could find it and use it as a guide for themselves. I've been in the trenches taking grenades for so long that I don't care what anybody else thinks anymore. I earned this moment, and I'm going to embrace it. Fuck what anybody else thinks.
I have to push my annoyance aside as I step out of the car, but once I'm out, it falls off of me like shedded skin. I refuse to be bogged down by the implications of desperation or worry. I'm standing in front of Rome’s house. He's my Dom, and there is a whole new world of excitement waiting for me inside.
When I ring the doorbell, Rome rounds a corner down the hall and approaches the door wearing nothing but a black robe and a villainous smirk. We lock eyes through the glass as he comes forward, and I'm already anxious to be on the other side with him. After our little text exchange at the office, all I've been able to think about is the next time I’ll have his hands on me, his fingers pressing into my skin and the warmth of his breath in my neck. I've been craving him, dying to repeat what we did in the video he made me touch myself to. Now that I'm here, I'm not even interested in dinner. I don't need to be wined and dined right now. I simply want to be used by him.
The door unlocks and swings open, and the second that there is enough space, Rome’s hand comes flying out. He grabs me by the throat and pulls me inside, slamming the door shut and pushing my back against the glass. I struggle to breathe beneath his grip as he squeezes and forces his mouth against mine, lustful passion flowing through us like electrical currents. I meltin his hands, softening and submitting in an instant. Just like that, my guard is down and the rest of the world no longer exists. There is only him.
Rome slowly pulls his mouth away from me, his jaw tight as he stares at me with his predatory gaze. I don't speak. I simply swallow hard and wait for my Dom to command me.
“I've been waiting for this all day,” he says in a voice so low it’s more like a growl. “That video you sent of your pussy was so unbelievable—it made me so hard I could barely stand it. I fucking loved it … however, I didn't ask you to send it. I told you to go into the bathroom and use our video to make yourself come. I never said to send me proof.” Rome’s fingers tighten like a vice. “When I give you instructions, you follow them to a T. You don't deviate or add to them to satisfy yourself. Do you understand?”
I want to smile, but something tells me it wouldn't be a good idea. I'm not upset that he’s pressing me about the video. I know he loved it because he said so, but he's also establishing a rule that I must obey as his submissive. When he wants something from me, he’ll ask for it. My job is only to do what he says, and I fucking love that he’s setting this boundary. Most people don't know it, but this is what BDSM is all about.
Rome loosens his grip on my throat enough for me to answer, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good,” he says. “Now tell me—who is in charge?”
I smirk at the memory of the first time he asked me this question in my office. It sent fire through my veins then and heats me up even more now that we’re together.
“You are, Sir,” I answer.
“Say it again,” he orders as his fingers slide up my leg and graze my pussy.
I quiver with anticipation. “You're in charge, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he says before biting his plump lower lip. “Now get down into the playroom. I have big plans for you, my little goddess.”
Thirty-Two - Rome
Have I traveled too far down an unknown road? I'm surrounded by new things—experiences, feelings, emotions, fears—and while the scenery is beautiful, I have no idea where I'm going. All I know is that it’s all brand new, my heart is racing, I'm terrified, and I don't want to stop driving down this road.
Watching Nia walk away from me on her way to the playroom, fills me with emotions I haven't felt in a long time. Emotions I'm not sure Ishouldbe feeling. She's so incredible, and I want nothing more than to keep spending my time with her—but am I disrespecting Natalia? I know she is gone, but she’ll always be with me, and that doesn't exclude these moments when I'm with someone else who makes me happy. Nikola tries to tell me that this is what she’d want, but the truth is that she would want to be here. She is not gone by choice, so I have a hard time accepting the notion that she would want anything for me other than being her husband, because that is what she wanted up until the moment she left me. I'm so conflicted, but when it comes to Nia, there is no confusion about it. I crave her.
She rounds the corner, descending down the stairs while I go into the kitchen and knock back a shot of liquor to loosen my nerves from the stranglehold of my memories of Natalia. It takes extra effort to push her away today, but adding this shot to the other three helps significantly. By the time the alcohol hits my belly, I feel better, and I head for the basement with newfound resolve.
When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I am pleased to find Nia waiting at the bottom. Each step I descend shows more and more of her, pulling my mouth into a gape the more I see. She sits on her legs, completely naked with her breasts covered by the length of her strawberry brown locs, her eyes seeing only me as I approach. My god she is stunning. Everything about her calls out to every part of me. In the past, I only wanted one thing from the women I slept with. Nia’s spell on me makes me desire so much more. Even now, standing over her naked body, I'm not just thinking about how badly I want to fuck her. I want to tear her apart, then ensure that out of the billions of people on this Earth, I am the one who puts her back together again. In repairing her, I heal myself.
Resting her palms on her delicious thighs, she waits silently—completely still, mouth closed, eyes on her Dom. I feel my heart racing, trying to force my body to act quickly to how unreal she looks beneath me, but I restrain myself. I keep a firm grip on my self-control as I crouch in front of her so that we’re nose to nose.
“Open your mouth, my little goddess,” I instruct. When she obeys, my cock twitches from the rush of blood flowing to it. “Now stick out your tongue.” Again, Nia does as she is told. “Good girl. Now stay just like that.”
Growing more aroused by the second, I stand up straight and slowly remove my robe in front of Nia, watching her as a string of drool drops from her tongue. I turn around and place my robeon a hook by the stairs, and when I return there is a small pool of spit on the floor in front of her.
“Jesus,” I say. “Look at how beautifully disgusting you are, Nia. You sit there, obeying my every command like a good girl, and you drool all over my floor. You want to be a good girl, but deep down you're just a filthy slut for me, aren't you?”
Nia, keeping her tongue dangling from her mouth, slowly nods while maintaining eye contact.
Holy fuck.
“You want to be my whore?” I ask before biting my lower lip.
When she nods this time, I have to bite down even harder to distract myself from my desire to forgo all of this just to be inside of her. I bite so hard I taste blood, but it does the trick. I have to stay in the moment for her.
“You want to be used?”
She nods as spit hangs from her tongue like a long vine reaching for the floor.
