The Dominant

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Slowly, so damn slowly, with one hand I made small circles around her cl*t while my other slid in between her ass to press against her anus. She startled briefly. I assumed it was the temperature of the gel; I hadn’t used the warming gel the previous weekend.
Just in case, I slowed down even more and took my time pushing my finger inside, making sure I paid proper attention to her clit. I concentrated on her response, looking for any signs of discomfort. There were none, only a sigh of pleasure as my finger slipped all the way inside.
I repeated my actions with the second finger, wanting to stretch her slowly, prepare her for my cock. She thrust against the finger at her clit, pushing my fingers deeper into her as she thrust back toward me. Still I went slowly.
We had all the time in the world. All night, if need be. I would move at a snail’s pace to ensure she enjoyed herself.
She thrust again against my fingers.
Stay with me, Abby.
I removed my fingers and lifted her leg. With one hand, I held my c**k against her. My other hand still circled her clit, fingers dipping into her wet folds. I pressed forward slightly, letting her know where I was, what I was getting ready to do.
She held still. Accepting me.
Her body didn’t hitch, didn’t tremble. She gave no outward signs of distress.
I pushed forward so just the very tip of my c**k entered her.
Slowly, I told myself. The urge to shove into her was strong, but I held back, knowing I had to focus entirely on her. I shoved my needs to the back of my mind. Abby had trusted me in this so far, and I would do all I could to reward that trust.
I pushed harder and she gasped. I redoubled my efforts on her clit, holding my lower body still, working her back to an aching need. Pushing forward again as she relaxed. Stopping again. Teasing her once more with my fingers.
I pressed against her natural resistance and, with one gentle push, slipped the head of my c**k inside. Again, I felt the urge to thrust the rest of the way in and again I resisted, focusing on the woman in my arms, on the trust she had in me. I would not destroy that trust.
She sucked in her breath.
Damn, she was hurting.
I removed my hand from her cl*t and found her hand. Took it in mine.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
It was painful, but while I could not totally ease the pain, I could show her I knew. That I would be gentle. That she was cherished.
She sucked in another breath. “Yes.”
She wouldn’t lie. If she wanted me to stop, I would. If she told me she wasn’t okay, I would put an end to the night.
I squeezed her hand and leaned close to kiss the nape of her neck. “You’re doing great,” I whispered.
The tension left her body with one large sigh, and she melted against me.
I took the vibrator and turned it on. With one arm, I pulled her closer to my chest, leaving my hand between her br**sts so I could feel her breathing.
With the other hand, I ran the vibrator down her body, so she would be aware of what I was doing. My body shook with the need to press forward, to thrust entirely within her, but instead, I slipped the vibrator inside her. Her breath hitched as I slowly entered her both ways, pushing my c**k farther inside at the same time as the vibrator.
I held her tightly to me, both our bodies strained with effort.
Just a little more. Stay with me, Abby.
Almost.
Then, finally, I was inside.
I let out the breath I’d been holding.
“Still okay?” I asked, surprised at the hoarseness of my voice.
“Yes,” she replied in her own hoarse voice.
I held still once again, allowing her time to adjust to the feeling of being filled so completely.
It was utter and complete hell.
Separated by only a thin piece of skin, the vibrator buzzed against my cock, driving me mad with the urge to begin thrusting. The need to thrust. Anything to relieve the burning ache inside.
But her heart pounded under my fingers and her breath came in sharp gasps.
And I would not, would not, hurt her.
So I gritted my teeth and waited for her to relax.
I pulled the vibrator out slightly while holding my own body still. Then pushed it inside again as I pulled my h*ps back. Back and forth I worked the vibrator and my cock—one thrusting in as the other pulled out.
She felt so f**king tight. I groaned as I thrust and the vibrator struck me again. I held her even tighter against me. Her heart raced.
I moved a bit faster, working my body and the vibrator opposite each other. She held still and groaned. I angled the vibrator so it pressed against her cl*t and was rewarded with a tiny whimper.
I began thrusting faster, pushed the vibrator deeper. She squeezed her muscles around me, and I almost lost it.
Sweat ran down my face as I pushed us both toward cl**ax. Wanting her to draw every conceivable bit of pleasure possible.
She tossed her head and moaned.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I thrust again, and she screamed as her cl**ax threw her back against me. Her muscles clenched around me, drawing me deeper, forcing the vibrator against my cock.
Fuuuuuck.
My release shot through me, and I thrust harder and bit into the tender skin of her back. She screamed again, her second orgasm just as intense as her first.
She didn’t move for several seconds, but her heart pounded steadily under my hand and her breathing came in heavy pants.
“Abigail?”
“Oh, God.”
“Are you okay?”
She mumbled something but didn’t move. I wanted nothing more than to stay exactly where I was and never move again, but I had to attend to Abby. Had to help bring her down, relax her so she wouldn’t be quite so sore in the morning. Let her know just how much it meant that she’d trusted me.
“I’ll be right back,” I whispered, rolling off the bed and walking toward the bathroom.
I turned the dimmer switch on in the bathroom, casting the room in a warm, soft glow, and padded over to the tub. I’d brought Abby’s toiletries from my house, and as warm water filled the tub, I poured her body wash in. Within minutes, the bathroom was filled with wet, steamy, Abby-scented heat.
I walked back into the bedroom and found her still lying on the bed in the same position I’d left her in. I slipped my arms under her body and carried her into the bathroom, where I placed her gently in the tub.
She sighed as the warm water enveloped her body. I took a washcloth and dipped it into the water, then squeezed it over her shoulders, washing her gently. Cleaning first one arm and then the other.
I leaned her forward and washed her back. Reverently, I lifted her hair to one side and rubbed her neck, placing soft kisses against the mark I’d left. When I finished with her back, I drew the washcloth over her br**sts and watched the soapy bubbles slide between them.
I washed her abdomen next, remembering how it had clenched in pleasure under my hands. Then I dipped my hands lower and pulled her knees up so I could wash her legs.
The entire time, she lay against the back of the tub with her eyes closed. A small smile played along her lips.
I slipped the washcloth between her legs, being as gentle as I could.
“Lift up for me, my lovely,” I said.
She raised her butt, and I drew the washcloth lower, washing away the last traces of my release and the lube. Then I pulled the plug from the tub and let the water drain out.
I picked her back up and sat her on the edge of the tub. I draped one towel around her shoulders while I took another and dried her feet. Slowly, I worked my way up, drying every inch of her perfect body.
When I finished, I took a brush from the countertop and brushed her hair with soft, gentle strokes. “You were wonderful. I knew you would be.”
She smiled again.
I took the nightgown I had hanging on the bathroom hook and slipped it over her head. Then I picked her back up and carried her to her bedroom.
She was already asleep when my lips brushed her forehead.
Chapter Twenty-two
I woke at five thirty and slipped quietly out of the suite to hit the exercise room downstairs. Before leaving, I stopped by Abby’s room. She was sleeping soundly and probably wouldn’t wake up before my return.
My thoughts ran back to the previous night, the way she’d melted against me, her complete and absolute trust. The night had been a turning point in our relationship. Now we could start to delve more deeply into our play. I would show her even more pleasure. Make her scream out in delight more often.
When I returned to the suite more than an hour later, I called for room service and took a shower. Before walking back to the living room, I stopped once more in Abby’s room and left a cold bottle of water and a couple of ibuprofen. She might be sore when she woke.
The knock on the door sounded as I left her room, and I went to let room service in.
After the deliveryman left, I heard the water running in Abby’s bathroom.
Excellent.
While I waited, I sat at the table and ate my own breakfast. Not that I counted, but she stepped into the living room twenty minutes later.
“Come sit down and have breakfast, Abigail.”
She sat at the table and started eating.
“Linda and Elaina want you and Felicia up in the spa at nine thirty,” I said. “I’m not sure what they have planned, but apparently you won’t finish until sometime this afternoon.”
She ate silently while I drank another cup of coffee. I wondered what she was thinking. I thought briefly about asking her to spend the day with me instead of going to the spa—I’d beg out of the golf game and we could do something together. But I remembered how I wanted her to spend time with my family and changed my mind.
“Come here,” I said, when she finished eating. I walked into the living room and she followed.
I moved behind her. “Elaina and Felicia know of our lifestyle. I’d like to think my aunt doesn’t, but even if she does”—I unhooked her collar—“there’s no reason to flaunt it in her face.” I circled her and stood before her. “You’ll get your collar back this afternoon.”
Her head dropped.
Was she upset I took it off? Had she wanted to wear it to the spa? Where people might ogle her? Where my aunt would wonder why she insisted on wearing a necklace?
Or maybe . . .
Maybe she didn’t want to take it off because of what it represented.
I lifted her chin and stared into her eyes. “You’re still mine,” I assured her. “Even with this off.”
Jackson sat downstairs in the lobby. At least, I thought it was Jackson.
He wore a hooded sweatshirt, dark sunglasses, and a wig made up of dark dreadlocks.
“Hey, man,” he said. “There you are.”
“What the hell are you wearing?”
“I’m in disguise.”
I glanced around the lobby—we were drawing all sorts of stares. “I don’t think it’s working. You just look like a football player in disguise.”
“Yeah, but which football player?” His eyebrows waggled. “No one knows and no one has asked for an autograph yet.”
“That doesn’t mean the disguise is working. It just means you’re scaring people off.” I smiled. “But now that I’ve approached you, maybe everyone else will work up the nerve.”
“Damn it.” He pushed his hood back, exposing more dreads.
“Did you get hit in the head too many times at practice? What are you doing hanging out here on your own?”
“I wanted to talk to you before I left with the team and you went off with Todd.”
I glanced around the spacious lobby. A small cluster of chairs sat in a far corner.
“I’ve got twenty minutes.” I nodded toward the corner. “Let’s go over there.”
“What’s going on?” I asked once we sat down.
“Last night, Felicia and I—”
“Take off the sunglasses. I can’t concentrate on a word you’re saying when you look like that.”