I feel a slight shake as she laughs but it’s quickly replaced by her pulling my hair as my tongue dives in to thoroughly enjoy my special bakery delight. After a couple of minutes,My Angelcan no longer sit still and her hips begin moving in time with my tongue. As I insert my finger inside her, she moans loudly and uses my hair to pull my face closer to her. My slow movements rapidly increase tempo as I insert a second finger. Crooking my fingers, I scrape against the spot that drives her wild time and time again.
“You’re holding out on me, Sophia,” I murmur to her. “I know you’re ready. Let go, baby.”
When she finally does, it’s a beautiful sight. She rides her climax out as wave after wave hits her. She cries out my name and pulls my hair harder. Her face is flushed with desire and her body is quivering. When she finally opens her eyes again, I pull my fingers out of her and place them in my mouth, licking off the remnants of her arousal. “That’s the best cupcake I’ve ever had,” I assure her.
“Oh, Dom. That was amazing. I don’t even know what to say,” she says breathlessly, her chest still heaving as if she just finished a strenuous exercise. Her eyes are glazed over and her body could be boneless for the lack of control she has over it.
“I should tell you,My Angel, that Iamclean. I have tests every six months, standard requirement of my life insurance policy,” I state, hoping she tells me what I already know.
“I’m clean, too, Dom. I’ve been tested regularly, but the last one was my pre-employment physical.”
“What about birth control?” I ask her the one question I don’t have an answer to yet.
“Yes, I had it implanted in my arm about six months ago. It lasts three years.”
“I really just want to feel you. Are you okay with me not using condoms? It’s up to you and I will do whatever you want,” I promise and wait for her answer.
“Yes, Dom, I’m fine with you not using them.”
I shower faster than I have ever showered before in my life, thoroughly washing myself as Sophia watches me. Even though the ocean scene was incredible, I really want to get her somewhere I can just take my time with her. She looks at me quizzically and then I explain, “We’ve had enough water sex for today. I really just want to get you in my bed.”
“Well, why didn’t you just say so?” she asks playfully.
After picking up her towel, I thoroughly dry her beautiful body, taking time to worship every part of her with kisses, soft touches, and assurances of how she makes me want to lose control. She gives me full access to her and it does not go without notice that she accepts my adorations without hesitation. All she needed was to understand that it was important to me and she is more than willing to comply. It’s in these moments with her that I know this life is the right choice for us.
I quickly dry myself and lead her to the bedroom. The king-size bed is oversized, extra-plush, and directly underneath the ceiling fan, making it the perfect location for what I have in mind. The headboard is attached to the wall, so my suitcase of tricks will have to wait until I can improvise. It’s actually best for now since Sophia needs to feel more comfortable with me before I try to introduce any type of restraints.
However, a blindfold is not a restraint, so that can be one step in my“learn to trust her Dom”mission. I position her in the middle of the bed and step back while maintaining eye contact with her. “My Angel, I need you to lie here for me while I get something from the suitcase.”
A quick flash of worry moves into her eyes and she quickly hides it. “Tell me what you’re thinking, love.”
“I’m afraid, Dom. I’m sorry. I’m trying,” her tone pleads for understanding.
Smiling, I lean over and kiss her, lingering for just a moment before lightly brushing my tongue against the part in her lips. She needs to remember the passion, the desire, and my promise to never hurt her. I’m purposely not moving too fast with her since another man scarred her and the emotional trauma is not easily overcome. By not responding verbally, I’m giving her a moment to come to a decision on her own.
Will she trust me?
Will she tell me to stop before we even start?
Her eyes tell me she wants me, she wants to trust me, and she reallyistrying her best. I want to reward her for that. After gently stroking her cheek, I walk over to the suitcase that the staff didn’t unpack. Leisurely unzipping it, I intentionally take my time going through the items until I find the one I want. My back is to her and she can’t see the contents, so she can’t see which one I’ve chosen for her. As I turn to face her, I quickly put that hand behind my back and walk back to the bed.
She’s waiting right where I left her only a moment ago. She isn’t entirely relaxed, but she’s not about to bolt from the bed, either. Giving her another sensual kiss, I rub my free hand across her body and down between her legs. Ending the kiss, but keeping my lips against hers, I whisper, “Mycupcake,My Angel,” just before I push my finger into her wetness.
She moans in pleasure, closes her eyes, and lifts her hips to meet my hand, asking for more, allowing me to do what I will to her. Her mind is more relaxed now as she focuses on the pleasure. I’m slowly replacing her initial reaction of fear to associate this with the most pleasurable experience she’s ever had before. Reconditioning her to put the past experiences behind us and just enjoy what we can have together.
“My Angel,” I whisper softly as I add a second finger and she suddenly soaks my hand. “Does my voice do that to you, love?”
“Yessss,” she hisses in response. “Yes, Dom. It’s so deep and masculine, but soft and sensual at the same time. It drives me crazy.”
Slowing my pace and allowing her to come back to earth, I continue speaking to her in hushed tones. “Open your eyes, love.”
She obeys and this time there is no fear in them. No apprehension and no worry to be found. She is now completely open to my suggestions and me. “My Angel, do you know what I’ve picked for you today?”
She shakes her head from side to side. She’s curious, but she’s also fighting all the negativity that fucker put in her head.
“Have I hurt you?” I ask. She shakes her head no again.
“Did I promise I would never hurt you? That I would never do anything to hurt you physically or mentally?” I ask. She nods her head yes.
