!WARNING! This chapter is ALL SEX of a Dom/sub nature. Contains: Consensual Spanking, kneeling, mirrors, subspace, and aftercare. I wanted to show how this sort of relationship can develop naturally and safely.
Roman had not touched her since he cupped her hours before. Alison had sat beside him for three hours before rising to gather the chicken from the refrigerator, which Roman then took out to grill. He would send occasional smirks her way, his eyes promising an evening that she wouldn't soon forget, but his hands stayed well away from her creamy skin.
It was driving her insane.
Each time his fingers straightened the line of his shirt or reached for his glass at the same time Alison moved for her own, she could feel the heat off his skin. Goosebumps had taken up residence along her arms and down her spine, the anticipation of his hands on her body making her wish the others would leave soon. When Roman suggested that everyone stay for coffee after dinner and to help her clean up the dishes, she nearly wept. By the time Dean and Seth left with Leighla and the others filed out to their cars, Ali was ready to crawl out of her skin with want.
"Alison." Roman's deep voice rumbled through the living room from where he sat, arms stretched along the back of the couch. "I put something for you to wear on the bed upstairs. Go put it on."
Feeling her core flood at his words, the thought that she could protest didn't even occur to her. Spinning on her heel, she nearly sprinted up the stairs, the sound of Roman's deep chuckle spurring her on. On the bed, she found a pair of her thigh high fishnet stockings and the heels she had worn when she danced for him over video chat. A slip of paper with 'no bra, no jewelry and hair down!' written on it had been placed on top. Leaving her lacy boyshorts on, she wiggled out of her shorts, slid her shirt over her head, and removed her bra.
Roman entered the room only to stride to the bed, remove a pillow, and place it on the floor in front of the comfortable arm chair without sparing her more than a glance.
"When I come out of the bathroom, I want your knees on that pillow."
The quiet "yes, Sir" slid from Ali's mouth before she even knew she was going to speak. He smiled, pleased, before slipping through the door and shutting it firmly behind him.
Roman could not have been more pleased with the way things were progressing. After the first time he spanked her, he had begun reading up on the subject of natural submissives and what it meant to be Dominant. While he knew they weren't going to be doing this every time they were intimate, he wanted to be able to give them something that they both craved, though he was just beginning to understand that his naturally dominant tendencies were something she was probably subconsciously drawn to.
Ali finished dressing, taking out her earrings and removing the few rings she wore. Taking her hair out of the messy bun it has been in most of the evening, she shook out her curls and then moved to the pillow in the middle of the floor. It took her a moment the get down on her knees while wearing the deeply heeled shoes, but she eventually made it and proceeded to wait. Unsure of what to do with her hands, she eventually just placed them in her lap, worrying her fingers nervously.
She could hear Roman moving about in the bathroom as well as the faint sounds of Grom playing in his crate. There was no radio playing, and the sound of the ocean's waves rolling up to shore could be heard through the cracked window. Being alone with her thoughts only caused Ali to think about what was to come, and she felt her legs begin to tremble as wetness seeped into the band at the tops of her stockings.
"Stop moving!" The admonition cracked heatedly through the room, and Ali nearly jumped. "Head down!"
She focused on keeping her hands still, finding that placing them palm down on her thighs worked better than clasping them together. Soon, her breathing evened out, and she began to focus on the heels digging into her thighs and the sound of Roman's appreciative chuckle as he sank down in the chair.
"Do you remember the words you need to say?"
Ali had to swallow twice before she could muster enough of her voice to answer him quietly. "Green, yellow, and red."
"Good girl," Roman chuckled softly at Alison's visible sigh of pleasure. "Now, I'm going to have to punish you for not telling me that you had picked out a new security guard. I don't like that there are all these men around you when I'm not here, but I know that you need to keep yourself safe. I understand that you were trying to surprise me, but I asked you if you had hired anyone, and you said no.
"A lie is a lie, and that's not fair to either of us. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Stand up," Roman's order was quiet now, his voice telling her how confident he was in this new role. "Face me."
When she did as she was told, her breath caught in her chest. He was wearing a black suit, the material shining just barely in the light. His black shirt was the perfect matte compliment while the light grey tie brought out the subtle colors of his eyes. His mustache and beard had been trimmed so that his face was masculine and perfect.
"Now, why are you being punished?"
"Because I lied to you, Sir."
"Very good," Roman nodded and then frowned. "Did you do it because you want to replace me?"
"No!" The shout burst from her chest, her surprise evident in her eyes.
Roman grinned and chuckled lightly, having known that this wasn't the case at all, but wanting to test her just a bit. "Good, because you're mine. I'm not letting you go. Understand?"
Alison nodded quickly, thrilling at the possession in his voice. "Yes, Sir."
"Turn and face the end of the bed. Legs spread."
Without a word, Alison moved to comply.
"Bend over and rest your head on the bed. Hands over your head."
Alison arranged herself as he specified, blinking as Roman came to stand within eyesight. He worked his cufflinks free before removing his tie. Telling her to raise her wrists, he cinched it tight around them without coming into contact with her skin. Leaving her there, he removed his suit jacket and then pulled a swivel mirror from where it normally stood beside the closet so that Ali was staring at her own prone form.
The feel and sight of Roman's fingertips gliding down her spine had her gasping. "I'm going to spank you now. Fifteen strikes. You watch every one, and you count.
"If you close your eyes or miss a number, we have to start again."
The first swat was soft, only slightly more than a tap, and Alison smiled softly as she counted it out. The second was only minutely harder, but was placed on her upper right thigh. Roman stood to the side, using his left hand, so that Ali could watch each movement and felt her tremble in anticipation as he would raise his hand and then patiently pick his next target. She began making little whimpers and stuttered moans as he swatted and then lovingly stroked her pink skin. He encouraged her by telling her what a good girl she was being to take her punishment without protesting.
After the tenth smack – this one a sharp slap to her left cheek – and a calming rub with the palm of his hand, he slid his fingers down over her center. She had soaked the lace resting there with her arousal, and he chuckled darkly. Reaching for the waistband, he pealed them down over her hips and left them to rest at her spread knees, just loving the hell out of the visual she presented. Standing, he petted at her softly for a moment before landing a resounding crack to her right cheek.
Ali threw her head back in surprise. "Eleven!"
"You're so wet for me, Babygirl." Roman kissed along her shoulder blade before letting his hand swing down in a slightly harder thwack to her right thigh. He rubbed her clit just slightly as he sank his teeth into the clear skin under his mouth, biting just hard enough to leave a bruise for a few days.
Her shuddering moan had him laughing softly before he swatted her again and listened to her voice as she counted the thirteenth strike. "You go ahead and come whenever you're ready."
When she made a confused sound in the back of her throat, Roman chuckled. "I'm going to make you go again and again, Babygirl. And I'll only fuck you, good and hard and deep, when every cell of your body is screaming for me."
Blows fourteen and fifteen were given – and counted – swiftly, his hand returning to her throbbing clit soon after, and Alison was coming long and hard with a scream of his name on her lips.
Dropping to his knees behind her, Roman parted her folds and rolled his tongue over and around her clit. Alison's eyes were glued to the mirror, the sight of Roman's head working behind her as his tongue pushed and prodded at her throbbing bundle of nerves had her sinking her nails into the bed clothes and her hips twitching as she came again.
Standing, Roman slid her panties down her legs and rid her of her shoes before he grasped her thighs and urged her to crawl over the bedrail. Once she was up, he flipped her onto her back. "You keep those arms up there."
She wasn't given time to answer before his lips fastened around her clit and his tongue began drilling into it with a staccato beat. She was coming again even as she wondered if he was ever going to slide his tongue or fingers into her throbbing wetness. She was beginning to feel empty and unfulfilled without him, and she felt herself grinding against his lips, even as she kept her eyes locked on the reflection across the room.
Pulling himself up onto the bed, Roman worked one knee between her thighs and pressed it against her center. Resting his weight on one arm, he brought the other hand up to fondle and pinch one of her dusky pink nipples as he took the other into the hot cavern of his mouth. Alison was writhing and moaning again a few minutes later, her hands and shoulders pressed into the mattress as she undulated under his solid frame.
Pulling her gaze away from the mirror, Roman smiled as he pressed on her lower jaw. When she opened for him, he rolled his tongue into her mouth and kissed her sensually. He tweaked her nipples with his strong, rough fingers, and luxuriated in her moan of pleasure.
She couldn't understand what was happening to her. She felt so good, and at once so bereft that she wanted to cry. Roman's hand and mouth were magic, and she even enjoyed the feel of his firm thigh resting against her center, but the orgasms were beginning to feel as if something was missing, and she knew only he could give it to her.
That realization brought her up short, stealing her breath and the orgasm that had been building along with it. Roman was with her. He was all that she would ever want or need. No one else had ever gotten her the way he did. Without comprehending fully what had been holding her back, Alison let go.
A sense of peace settled over her, a faint static filling her until the sounds coming from her mouth faded and then stopped. Her muscles were quivering, though every inch of her was at peace. The room began to fade in and out around her, her vision going fuzzy.
Roman noticed that her responses had died off to nothing. "Babygirl?"
"Yes?" Her voice was a whisper full of wonder.
"What's your color, baby?" He was aching to be inside her, but refused to cause her harm.
"Green, but I need. . ." She made a sound of frustration, unable to focus.
Roman chuckled lightly and freed himself from the confines of his pants. "I know just what you need, Babygirl."
Still shifting against his thigh, Ali sighed again. "How?"
"Because you're mine, Babygirl. I've got you."
He slid into her easily, and she nearly sobbed as he reached above her head and slid her arms down around his shoulders.
"Thank you," she sighed in his ear as she came around him immediately. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou."
Roman came quickly, too turned on and primed to hold out once he felt her scorching wetness, and he slid out of her and to the side. Gathering her body against his chest, he freed her hands and rubbed her slightly bruised wrists. She shivered once against him, and he slid them both from the bed. Wrapping her in the soft quilt, he carried her into the bathroom.
Sitting on the edge of the deep tub, he kept her wrapped on his lap as he waited for the water to reach an acceptable temperature. Once satisfied, he balanced her on the closed toilet and plugged the tub so it would fill. He quickly rid himself of the rest of his clothes and lowered the lights in the room before he finally unwrapped Alison's shivering body.
"Big Man?"
"Shh, Babygirl." Roman hushed her with quiet words. "I've got you."
Easing them both into the warm water, Roman softly ran his hand up and down her spine. Kissing her temple, he began whispering to her.
Alison came back into her own body to the most delicious feeling. Roman's hands were gliding over her wet skin, and he was pressing kisses to her head. She stretched languidly and sighed against his chest.
"You're such a good, good girl. Love you so much, Babygirl."
"Mmmm. . . Love you too, Big Man."
With a soft sigh, he gently began to wash her hair. "How are you feeling?"
"Really, really good."
"Perfect." Pouring conditioner into his hand, he applied it to her curls and ran his fingers through the strands to help prevent tangles.
"Is this part of my punishment?"
"No, Babygirl. This is aftercare."
Alison had never heard the term before. "What?"
"I've got some books you can read if you want to keep doing this sort of thing."
She nodded a bit. "Not all the time."
"No, Sweetheart. Not all the time." He rinsed her hair and then stood them up to get dried off and into bed. "Want something to eat? Drink?"
"Hot chocolate?"
Roman chuckled and dried her body before slipping a soft nightgown over her head. "Anything you want, baby."