Page 38 of A Good Girl's Guide to Dominance
The way he looks at me makes me feel like I just leaped from a plane. My stomach plunges into my feet and I can barely think. God, I wish I knew what was going on behind those eyes, and I'm tired of wondering.
“Tell me what you're thinking,” I demand.
Rome swallows hard before sitting up straight. “I'm thinking that you're too perfect,” he says. “I enjoyed your company too much last night, both at the restaurant and here, and talking to you now feels just as good. You're easy to converse with, and somehow you manage to make me smile. To be completely honest, it scares me. You're too beautiful to have such an infectious personality.”
I swallow so hard I feel like I've just downed a golf ball. It’s incredible that we've gone from work associates simply maneuvering around each other at Sandcastle to two people who can't stop staring at one another. He was attractive before, but now he’s breathtaking. He was always sexy. Now he’s mouthwatering. Before, he was just the new CMO of my place of employment, now just looking at him and hearing the sound of his voice fills me with lust. Everything is so different now, all of it changing in such a short amount of time. I'm still spinning from the change up, lost in the rough seas of my emotions and unable to get a sense of direction, because no matter where I look, he is all I see. I don't know what the hell is happening.
I shake my head as we gaze at each other and the temperature in the room ascends.
“You mentioned making it to work on time,” I say. “If that’s your intention, then you better stop staring at me like that.”
Rome exhales before sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. “You think you can tell me what to do?”
I smile. “I don't know. Maybe.”
“Tisk, tisk, Nia,” he replies, shaking his head with an enticing look in his eyes. “I thought we established that I was in charge.”
A shiver runs down my spine thinking about the scene in the office. “Mm. Yes, we did.”
“Do I need to remind you again?”
I shrug with a wry smirk. “Maybe.”
A devilish smile takes over Rome’s luscious mouth. “Fine. Let’s see if you remember how to be a good girl for me. Now, take off those pants.”
The baritone in his voice makes me quiver as he stares at me. I couldn't turn him down if I tried, and the fact that everything we did last night is so fresh in my memory makes my body react all on its own. It remembers how it feels to have Rome inside me, and it responds without my conscious effort. As I bite my lip and lift my butt off the couch to push my pants down, wetness glistens on the fabric. How am I already this wet for him?
I toss my pants to the side and sit back down while Rome leans back in his seat. He drinks me in, looking at me from head to toe as if inspecting his personal property, but he doesn't let his excitement control him. He’s even-keeled as his gaze falls to my wet pussy.
“Touch yourself,” he demands. “I want you to see how wet you are.”
Oh my fucking god. If I was only a little wet before, that command is sure to open the floodgates. Slowly, I reach down and do as I'm told. I make circles on my clit with my index and middle fingers, the sight of him watching me shooting spikes up my body. Rome sits there without moving, his eyes trained on me. He doesn't reach down and stroke himself. He doesn't lick his lips in an effort to increase his own sexiness. He just watches, as still as a statue, showcasing a masterclass in how a Dom is supposed to be patient and impeccably in control of themselves.He’s perfect in his execution, and it makes me that much wetter just knowing that he is what I have been in search of for so long. This is what my friends and I have been toasting to. I have searched high and low, chasing down rainbows, and I have now found my pot of gold.
Rome watches me for two minutes before he moves a single muscle. His only change is when his eyes shift from my face to my pussy, like he finds pleasure in looking at both. By the time I watch him stand up, I’m a soaking wet mess for him, craving his touch in whatever way he decides to give it to me. He has made me need him without lifting a hand.
I keep my fingers precisely where Rome told them to be, teasing my clit further as he begins taking slow, monotonous steps toward me. He pins me to the couch with his gaze, and I find added excitement in the thrill of not knowing what he’s going to do when he reaches me. I wait patiently, fingers pressed against my clit, as Rome reaches his destination and takes his time lowering himself to his knees. While I keep rubbing myself, he places a hand on each of my thighs, caressing them gently and sliding them up inch by inch. I suck in a breath when he squeezes, his gaze focused solely on my swirling fingers. Then he dives in, pushing my hand to the side and replacing my fingers with his tongue. The oxygen in my lungs is vacuumed out in a rush, my eyes widening from the sudden unreal sensation.
“Oh my god,” I exclaim before slamming my hand over my mouth, embarrassed by the volume of my reaction.
I try to hold it all in as Rome licks and sucks my clit with absolute perfection, but the moans force their way out, seeping between my fingers like I'm trying to hold water in my grasp. All I can do is throw my head back and let the sensation wash over me like the waves on a beach. Rome slides two fingers inside of me, curls them upward at the perfect depth and angle, and fingers me while he tongues my clit over and over again. I amundone as both of my hands wrap around the back of his head and hold on for dear life while he eats me like a starved monster. Time stops, the rest of the world disintegrates, and my body stiffens as the final tidal wave approaches. It rushes forward, a missile speeding toward its target and ready to detonate before I can stop it.
“Sir … fuck,” I stammer, trying to get it out, but Rome cuts me off.
“Don't ask,” he says. “Just give it to me, baby girl.”
I don't even attempt to say another word. His permission, mixed with the pet name and the overwhelming feeling of his tongue and fingers, sends me careening over the edge of the world’s steepest cliff. I fall head-first into a blizzard as my vision turns white from how hard I squeeze my eyes shut. Every inch of my skin prickles before igniting into a thousand suns as I collapse in on myself. I am wrecked beyond repair, the G-spot orgasm ripping me limb from limb and lighting the wick to an infinite set of emotions. I feel happiness, sadness, anger, and bliss all at the same time before everything finally begins to fade away. The fire is slowly put out and I regain control of my emotions as Rome releases me, watching as I crawl my way back to the land of the living and gasp for air.
When it’s finally over, my muscles relax and my limbs go limp. I lean back on the couch with my legs dangling off, unable to lift myself up to get comfortable. I just lay there, breathing hard with tears in the corner of my eyes from the devastation Rome just layed on me. I remain in a vegetable-like state, immoble as I watch him stand up and straighten out his shirt. He smiles down on me, clearly proud of himself as he steps forward and crouches so that we’re face to face.
“Pull yourself together, baby girl,” he says with a devilish grin. “Otherwise you’ll be late for work. I have to drive back to my place so I can get cleaned up, so I guess I’ll get there after you.”With no warning, he reaches between my legs and slides his finger up my pussy, collecting my wetness on his fingertip before sucking it into his mouth. “But a taste like that is totally worth being late for.”
Rome leans forward and kisses me on the forehead before standing up straight, turning on his heel, and walking out of the door. I stay on the couch, still panting as feelings of satisfaction, exhaustion, and confusion wrap their arms around me.
He is so incredible, and my body has never experienced the level of pleasure that he has given me over the last few hours. But I still don't have the answer to the question I woke up with this morning. It may be harder to focus on it now that I have been shattered into a million pieces, but it’s still there, watching me from within the fog like a stalker.
What now?
Dear Diary,
