Page 42 of A Good Girl's Guide to Dominance
“Then do it,” I say. “Do all of it.”
Rome stares at me for a moment, and I see the battle waging within him. It shows itself in his posture, the way he sways back and forth as if fighting an urge to step forward—or maybe he's fighting the urge to turn around and walk out. He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, biting down hard before giving in.
“Fuck,” he says, before grabbing me by the waist and pulling my body over to his.
Our mouths collide, his tongue immediately finding mine as we kiss even more passionately than the first time, and the rest of the world melts away.
Twenty-Two
“Tell me what you want,” Rome demands, fingers wrapped around my throat as my ass arches up into his crotch. I feel his erection through his pants and I lust for it. “Tell me.”
He stands with his chest pressed against my back after grabbing my neck and spinning me around. He spent time kissing my shoulders before moving up my neck and licking around my earlobe. His fingers flex against my skin because he knows that I've consented to being choked, but he hesitates now even though his cock is rigid against his zipper. I love that he refuses to go forward without finding out exactly what I want. His need for verbal consent makes my desire for him grow even wider, making it a violent ocean I can no longer escape from. The waves keep pulling back down until I am drowning in my need for him.
What Rome doesn't know is that I have very few limits when I'm with someone who has earned my permission—and he has. I want him in every way. As long as it doesn't involve urine, feces, blood, or anal, I’m okay with it. Even if it is something Ihaven't tried yet, I would consider it a soft limit that I'm willing to attempt to see if it’s for me or not. All we need is to vocalize this so that he doesn't have to keep asking me for approval every time we touch.
“Everything, Rome,” I tell him. “Choke me, slap me, tie me up, spank me, flog me, hurt me. You have my consent to do it all. Not only am I a submissive, I'm a masochist, so you don't have to worry about hurting me. I want you to. The only things I’m not into are urine, feces, blood, and anal. Other than that, I am yours to use. I’ll let you know if you do something that crosses into hard limit territory. So, please stop asking, Rome. I’m yours.”
Rome licks his bottom lip, his eyes twinkling with desire as I look at him over my shoulder.
“That’s all I needed to hear,” he says, before forcefully pressing his lips against mine again.
We stay that way for a while, kissing deeply with my back pressed against his chest. I can feel his heartbeat, and it pounds as if driven by fear rather than desire, but Rome drives forward, his hand squeezing my throat as he kisses me deeply. He lets out a low growl from the back of his throat, the animal in him taking control as he slides his hands under my shirt to caress my skin. The feeling of his fingers pressing against my waist makes me wish they would go lower. I want him to touch me all over, all at the same time.
“How am I supposed to stay away from you?” he asks in my ear as the tip of his finger lifts the waistband of my pants and slides beneath it. “When you look this good.” He kisses my neck as his entire hand finds its way into my pants. “When you smell this good.” The tip of his middle finger glides over my clit, forcing a shiver through my entire body. “When your moans sound this good.”
Rome presses two fingers down on my clit and begins making small circles that pull a moan from my mouth against my will.He works his hand with perfection, casting a spell on my soul as he alternates between rotating on my clit and slipping his fingers inside of me. It’s like he knows my body as well as I do, and it feels so good that all I can do is lay my head back on his chest, close my eyes, and immerse myself in the pleasure. I let him have his way with me, kissing and licking my neck as he plays with my pussy better than any man ever has.
“It feels so good,” I whisper, my mouth staying agape long after the words have left.
“No,” Rome responds, increasing the pressure on my sensitive nub. “It’s not that it feels so good, baby girl. It’s that I make it feel so good. I make you moan this way. I make your knees this weak. I make you come. I make you this wet. Now say it.”
Goosebumps ripple across my skin and cover my entire body as I say, “It’s you, Sir.Youmake it feel so good.”
I feel Rome’s cheeks lift into a smile as his beard scratches against my neck. “Again.”
He speeds up the circles on my clit and I gasp. “You make it feel so good.”
“Good girl,” he growls in my ear, his voice as rough as splintered wood. “Do you want me to make you come right here in your office?”
I nod my head vigorously as I begin to feel the build up of an approaching orgasm from his fingers massaging my clit.
“Yeah?” he asks. “Then you better hurry up before someone comes back to the office. You never know who may have forgotten something at their desk.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say, my voice coming out in a whimper. “I'm ready for whatever you want to do to me.”
Rome exhales. “God. You make my cock so fucking hard I can barely stand. Why do you do this to me, huh? Are you sorry for how weak you make me?”
I shake my head. “Absolutely not.”
“I thought not. Now let me make sure it’s worth it.”
Rome quickly drops down into a crouch and tugs both sides of my pants down until they are scrunched up at my ankles, then he helps me lift each leg so that I can step out of them entirely. Once I'm naked from the bottom down, he’s back on his feet again, his body pressed against my back. I obsess over the warmth of him, losing myself in the moment because he makes the world feel like it isn't even real. He submerges me in his fantasy until I no longer can recognize up from down. Combining every man I've ever talked to on Tinder or FET wouldn't equal one of him, and I am shocked at how easily he has wrapped me around his finger.
I don't hesitate when I feel Rome’s hand on my back, pushing me forward until I reach my desk. I place my hands on the top and bend over for him, my legs spreading as he pushes them apart with his knee. Adrenaline pumps through my veins at the speed of light as I realize what we’re doing and where we’re doing it. We’re at Sandcastle, and all it would take is one person walking through the unlocked door to find us right now. My blinds are wide open, as is the door to my office. If someone entered, we wouldn't have a single second to hide, and the thought makes me hotter while filling me to the brim with terror. The two emotions mix together and form a need like I've never felt before. My pussy drips for Rome, and I am lost to the moment.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, taking a step back to unbuckle his pants. I see them drop behind me and hear the sound of plastic being torn open. Even with all of this lust wafting into air like smoke from a fire, he doesn't forget to sheath his cock with a condom.
“Yes, Sir,” I answer hungrily. This is exactly what I wanted when things between us became physical after dinner. Even before that—I wanted him the moment I saw him stride throughthe door wearing the most attractive scowl I've ever seen. This is precisely what I've been hoping for.
