Excerpt: R Rated
Once Upon a Dom Series
Cinderella and her Prince Dom
“Let’s talk about your sex life. I read the questionnaire you filled out and understand you’re game for a bit of light BDSM.”
“What?” The spit in Jaimie’s mouth dried. “What do you mean by light BDSM?” She was going to kill Lucy. She’d assumed many of the men and women she’d seen earlier were into some kinky stuff, but there’d been others wearing normal costumes. Like her.
“Dominant and submissive role playing.”
“Roles? As in I’m Cinderella and you’re the Prince?”
His lips curved in amusement. “Not quite. I am a Dominant who requires a submissive. I am your Dom and you are my sub. Those are our roles for the weekend.”
Jaimie stood. Yep. Her friend deserved a slow, torturous death. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding. I’m not into kinky sex or pain. I agreed to a weekend of free food, being waited on, and having sex with my prince charming.”
“Come with me.” Without waiting to see if she followed, he left the room.
Once again, his deep baritone strummed through Jaimie, igniting a need to do whatever he asked. She found herself following him meekly into a large bedroom dominated by a bed on a pedestal. She pressed her hand into her stomach. Was he going to fuck her now? Oh god, she’d definitely made a mistake in agreeing to this.
“Stand in front of this mirror.” His arm swept out and pointed to an antique, freestanding mirror.
Jaimie obeyed. Her prince walked behind her, and they stared at each other through the glass.
“Tell me about your last lover.” His eyes, a greenish-blue, bore into hers.
“Mike was a dick.” Her nerves tingled. He was so close; she felt his warmth along her back.
“In what way?”
She drew her brows together. “This is personal.”
“I have my reasons for asking.” He stared at her, silently commanding her to explain.
She sighed, wishing she could see her prince’s face. “He was concerned with his own needs. Basically, he wasn’t much better than a rutting pig. He never got me off.”
To her surprise, he nodded. “How many lovers have you had that fucked you until you were screaming for release?”
Her heart thumped against her ribs, and she quivered deep inside her sex at the thought of that happening. “None,” she whispered.
“How many lovers brought you to your peak over and over until your orgasms ripped you apart?” He placed his hands on her shoulders, his gaze holding hers in the mirror.
Jaimie’s jaw dropped. Damn, his questions had her clit throbbing and begging to be brought to peak over and over. Her panties suddenly went from damp to wet. “None,” she again whispered.
He brushed her hair to one side. “You give control of your body to me for this weekend, and I promise you will not go unsatisfied.” He leaned down and feathered his lips along the side of her neck.
She quivered inside. “I’m not anyone’s slave.”
“I’m not looking for a slave. I want a woman who is intelligent and knows her own mind.”
Jaimie tipped her head to one side to give him full access. It was getting hard to think with his warm breath in her ear. “Then why do you want someone who is submissive?”
“Because a smart submissive knows that when she gives up control, she gets what she wants.”
“What does she want?” Jaimie groaned. She knew what she wanted.
“She wants her Dom to take her on a sexual journey so she can discover what her needs are and have those needs satisfied.” His voice slid through her like warmed honey.
“You don’t know me.” Her breaths became short gasps when his tongue swirled in her outer ear.
“By the time this weekend is over, I will know every inch of you.” He drew in her ear lobe and sucked the soft flesh, then raked his teeth over her lobe. “I will know every secret your body holds. I’ll find all those sensitive spots that crave to be touched, and when I find and touch them, your pussy will weep for my cock, my sweet Cinderella.” He hands slid around her waist.
Oh my god. Jaimie’s knees nearly gave out at the way he’d drawn out her role-play name, making it sound like he was saying Siiinnn-derella. No one had ever talked dirty to her like this. Mike’s version of dirty talk was to tell her he wanted to fuck, but that was it. Even his attempt to talk dirty had left her cold.
“First, you agree to be my sub. Think of it as though I’m your boss in the office.”
“This would be considered sexual harassment,” Jaimie said as she leaned back against her prince, shivering as his tongue traced the swirls of her ear.
He chuckled and lifted his head. “We’re creating our own fantasy world here. You ever been called up to the top floor to have sex with a rich CEO?”
“No. Where I worked, I was a peon. The CEO never mixed with us worker drones. Didn’t even have an office in our building.”
“That’s too bad. Did you have fantasies about being fucked by him?” His lips nipped along the side of her neck.
“Why not?” He shoved the neckline of her top off her shoulder.
Jaimie wanted him to stop talking and keep kissing her. “’Cause he’s probably old and fat. With a beer belly.” God, don’t stop.
His laughter in the hollow of her neck sent delicious cravings for his mouth against her skin from her tummy down to her curled toes.
“How about we pretend that I’m the CEO and I’ve called my lowly, naughty peon up to my richly appointed office for a weekend of overtime.”
“What do I have to do?” His hands skimmed down her sides, following her waist to her hips.
“You must obey me and do everything I tell you.”
“And if I don’t?”
His hands cupped her ass and squeezed. He lifted his head and watched her in the mirror. “Then I’ll have to spank you.”
Jaimie, floating on a haze of desire, nearly choked. “What?”
He pulled her skirt up, slid his hands beneath, and rubbed each palm across her cheeks. “If you are naughty, I’ll make you get on your hands and knees and I’ll spank you.” His hand snaked around her when she jerked away.
Shit! Lucy is so dead!