Page 43 of A Good Girl's Guide to Dominance
Out of nowhere, Rome reaches up and sends his hand slamming down into my ass, taking me up on my offer for him to do as he pleases. The sting of the smack reverberates through my body and sends a jolt of pain and pleasure skittering through my limbs.
“Oh my god,” I chirp, surprised by how much it turns me on. Given this is the first time he has spanked me or dabbled in impact play, I'd almost expect him to take it easy, worried that he’d hurt me. But he didn't relent. My ass stings perfectly.
“You like it?” he asks.
“Yes, Sir.”
“How about this?” He steps forward and pushes the tip of his hard cock against my opening, smearing my wetness all over my clit.
“God, yes,” I answer, my desire for him to enter me turning me into a monster that needs to be fed.
“You want it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Rome pushes in one inch, and I inhale softly.
“Say it,” he commands.
Another inch.
“Please, Sir.” Another inch. “Please give me all of it.”
“That’s it, baby girl. Beg for what you want,” he says, before slowly pushing each and every inch of himself inside of me, stealing my breath and blowing my mind.
My mouth drops open, my lips forced apart as I’m astonished by the thickness of his cock. This isn't the first time I've experienced it, but it feels brand new. It’s like I can feel each throb as it stretches me out, making my legs shake as I stand in front of my desk with my arms spread wide, reaching for anything I can use to grip.
Rome doesn't waste any time stroking in and out of me, and he doesn't have to. I’m so fucking wet that there’s no need to take it slowly. His pelvis rams against mine like a wrecking ball over and over again, pushing my desk back while I hang on for dear life. He lets out deep, sensual moans between ragged breaths as he fucks me hard, and I yell for him as he slaps my ass in the exact same spot, making it more and more sensitive each time. I find myself craning my neck to look back at the door, wondering if I’ll look over and find someone watching us, but there’s no one there. So I close my eyes and let the intense feeling overwhelm my senses.
My orgasm doesn't sneak up on me. I feel it coming, climbing its way up my body with each stroke and smack Rome gives me. I don't fight it. I let it build up and take over my breathing until it reaches its peak and is ready to erupt.
“Sir,” I say on a shaky breath. “You're about to make me come.”
“Say it then,” he replies, still fucking me relentlessly.
“Oh god. Can I please come? It’s here. I’m going to come, Sir.”
“Give it to me, baby girl. Come all over the outside of this condom while I fill it up from the inside.”
“Fuck yes … I’m …” The rest of the words never escape my lips. They are engulfed by the guttural scream that explodes from my throat as I come. I grip the edges of my desk and squeeze so hard that it hurts my palms as my vision is overtaken by stars that ignite like missile strikes.
As I shake and tremble on top of the wooden desk, Rome lets out a howl as he shatters inside of me. His body trembles as he comes so hard that he has to stop moving altogether. Each quiver is caused by the intensity of his orgasm, jolting his muscles like tiny seizures.
“Fuck,” he whispers as he tries to come down from the high. He takes a step back, pulling out and slumping down onto the accent chair.
I gradually return to Earth as Rome carefully removes his condom and stuffs it back into the wrapper, cautious not to let anything spill while I sit down in the chair next to him. Both of us lean back, sweat rolling off our faces as we struggle to catch our breath, and thoughts enter my mind that I refuse to keep locked away.
“That was unreal,” I say, to which Rome smiles. “So, what does this mean, exactly? Are we together now?”
The smile vanishes from Rome’s lips as he picks his head up to turn and face me.
“What?” he asks, a deep furrow forming a groove in the middle of his forehead.
“After everything we just said and did,” I say, unafraid of letting it out because it’s clear to me that we both need answers. “Are we together now? Am I your sub? Are you my Dom? I mean, like, for real. I don't want to play games, Rome. I meant what I said earlier. If you want me, I want to hear you say it. If not, then I don't want to waste either of our time.”
He stares at me with an expression somewhere between angry and bewildered, and I don't know what he’s about to say. I've never met a man that is so hard to read, so when he clears his throat I hold my breath.
“I don't know what we are, Nia,” he says, shocking the hell out of me. “All I know is that I like you. Nothing else really matters until I know what to do with that.”
