Nate

Dom kisses me. Her lips are cold, but her tongue is warm and I drop my hand to her ass and squeeze. The entire night has been a game of cat and mouse. She’s chosen her moves carefully and I’ve countered time and time again. This kiss is the first crack in her composure. The first sign that she’s losing control.

“Come upstairs with me.” She slides her hands up my back, gripping my shoulders. Her tits press against my chest and my dick answers, swelling between us.

I kiss along her jawline, nipping and sucking until I get to her ear. I capture it between my teeth and tug. “Say please.”

Dom slides a hand between us and grips my cock. “I don’t beg.”

I thrust myself into her hand. “I don’t take orders.”

I kiss her, backing her up until her shoulders press against the brick of her building. Behind us, two women laugh as they pass, their conversation growing and then fading, whispers behind hands as they stare at the couple devouring each other against the wall.

“Ms. Thorne?” A man clears his throat.

Dom leans her head against the brick, her eyes locked on mine before she turns her attention to an elderly man in a doorman uniform. “Yes, Charlie?”

“You want me to let you in now? So you’re not…” His gaze travels between us. “…so cold?”

“That would be lovely.” Dom takes my hand and leads me through the door. “It’s nice to see you, Charlie.”

“Nice to see you, too, Ms. Thorne.” The door closes behind us and Dom leads me through an ornate lobby to the elevators. I press myself behind her as she pushes the button, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her to me while I kiss behind her ear.

She arches her back, pushing her ass against my dick and I stifle a growl. A couple arrives beside us as the elevator door slides open.

Dom pivots in my grasp, her tits pushed against my chest, her hands sliding into my back pockets. “Take the next one,” she says to the shocked couple at our side and then pulls me into the elevator by my belt loops.

I grip her wrists and pin them over her head. Cage her to the mirrored wall with my body and lean in to claim her mouth. She captures my bottom lip between her teeth, pulling back, her eyes locked on mine. I drop her wrists and shove a knee between her thighs, forcing her to open her legs. She rolls her hips, grinding herself against my leg as she threads her fingers into my hair and pulls my lips back to hers.

The doors slide open and Dom releases my lips. “Follow me.” She steps off the elevator and saunters down the hallway without looking back, her hips swaying, her spine straight. I push off the wall and follow her out. Stand patiently as she digs her key out of her clutch, and then press her against the door as soon as she closes it behind us.

She deftly undoes the buttons on my shirt, popping them open one by one while I slide my hand up her hips, along the curve of her waist, and over the swell of her breasts.

“Do you want to fuck me?” she asks. “Do you want to stick your cock so deep inside me that I scream your name?” She slides her hands into my boxer briefs and rakes her nails across the base of my dick.

I grab her wrist. Pull her hand out of my pants. Spin her around and press her against the door, restraining her hands behind her back. “Do you want me to fuck you, Dom?”

She smiles over her shoulder and spreads her legs, sticking her ass out. “I never submit.”

I lean forward to whisper in her ear. “Neither do I.”

I release her and she whirls, pushing against me, guiding me through her house as she finishes taking off my shirt. I let her move me a few steps before I plant my feet and stop. She pushes against my chest once and then lets her arms fall. With a wicked smile, she turns slowly.

“Unzip me?” Her voice purrs, sexy and sweet, a promise of things to come.

I wrap one arm around her chest, let it slide up so my forearm is against her throat as my other hand lowers the zipper on her dress. She gasps at the pressure and then the dress falls and I release her to step back and admire the gift I unwrapped.

“Garter belts.” I pull back against the elastic and let it snap against her skin. “Of course you’d wear garter belts.”

“Do you want to hurt me, Nate?” Domino turns, her eyes gleaming in the low light. “Choke me? Leave your mark on me? Do you want me on my knees?” Her voice takes on a taunting cadence.

“Oh, sweet thing. Before I’m done with you, you’re going to want to be on your knees for me.”

I grab her by the throat, squeeze lightly as I slide a finger under the black lace of the panties. She grins when I walk her backward until her back bumps against a wall. She hikes one leg up around my hip and pulls me closer with the back of her heel. “I want you inside me.”

“And I want you to ask nicely.” I reach around and undo her bra, let the straps fall from her shoulders and then smile when it falls to the floor. I pinch a nipple. Roll it between my fingers and then squeeze until she cries out.

“You want me to beg? Is that it?” Her hands on my pants again. I tighten my grip on her throat. Her eyes go wild and she slaps me. I let go. My cheek stings. We stare at each other, panting, our breath ragged and our chests heaving. And then we come together, kissing and licking. I step out of my pants and free my cock, move her panties to the side and slide myself into her, the lace scraping against my shaft.

She gasps, moaning as I push into her. I slide my hands under her ass and she wraps both legs around my hips. I fuck her against the wall, my forehead pressed to hers, her gaze locked on mine. Each thrust of my hips brings a new smile to her lips. I lower my mouth to her tit and suck, hard. I will leave my mark on her fair skin, claiming her as mine. Her nails rake down my back and I growl against her breast.

“Fuck me, Nate.” Dom’s breath catches in her throat. “Fuck me harder. Bury your fucking cock in my pussy.”

She thinks she’s edging me past the line of control, but she’s not. I stop moving. Pin her against the wall with my weight with my dick still inside her. “Ask nicely.”

She writhes, trying and failing to move, to regain some measure of control. Her eyes spark with defiance. “Make me come,” she whispers through clenched teeth.

I step away from the wall. Her legs unwind from my waist and her feet drop to the floor. I pull out of her, stepping away even as my cock strains towards her, glistening and wet. “Ask nicely.”

Dom smiles wickedly. “Please.” The word drips in sarcasm and is meant as another slap to the face. I only see it as victory.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me until I come.”

I grab her. Tear her panties off her body and lead her by the neck to a half wall nearby. Bend her over the thing and kick at her ankles. “Spread your legs.” When she does, I take my dick and slam it into her. She gasps. I pull out and slam into her again. And again. And again.

“Finger your clit.” I grip her hips and slow my pace, forcing her to move at my speed even as she tries to push back against me.

Realizing she can’t overpower me, she turns her head and slowly and deliberately slides a finger into her mouth and pulls it out wet. Reaches between her legs and arches her back even more. She moans and I fuck her, hard and fast. She cries out louder and louder, her moans becoming screams and then she takes her hand off her clit and grips the wall.

“I didn’t give you permission to stop.”

“I don’t need your permission.” She means to sound strong, but her voice is little more than a moan.

I reach around and finger her clit, strumming the tiny bundle of nerves mercilessly until I feel her clench tighter and tighter around me. She screams my name, calling out obscenities until her voice is harsh. I ram into her, never stopping my rhythm on her clit until her legs go weak and she sags against the wall. My balls clench, close to my body. I pull out and cum all over her spectacular ass.