Selena Kitt - Katie and the Dom

“Yes,” she agreed, rocking, rolling, wishing he was inside of her.

“You really want to learn to let go?” He caught her hands in his, twisting them behind her back. She gasped as he secured her wrists with one of his enormous hands. “To give yourself completely? No holding back?”

She nodded, but she felt fear at his words, her body folding in on itself.

“You have to trust, Katie.” His words were urgent, thrilling and frightening her at the same time. “Do you trust me?”

“I do,” she whispered, and it was the truth. It was insane, but it was true.

“Come with me.”

“Uh…again?”

He stood, raising his eyebrows at her questioning him, especially given their conversation, but she found herself transfixed by the sight of his cock. He was gloriously hard and he stood there, unashamed, letting her look. He literally made her mouth water. She was at the perfect suckable level, but when she moved in, hungry to take him into her mouth, he collapsed back into the water, heading toward the stairs.

Katie sighed, grabbing her wet bra and panties and following, knowing they were about to leave the warmth of the hot tub for much colder fare. She shivered her way over to the alcove, where Liam had collected their clothing, and she watched as he retrieved a key from his trouser pocket and opened a door to the building.

“Does the health club give all their employees keys to the building?” Katie inquired as she followed him inside down a tiled hallway.

“I own it.” Liam unlocked another door, pushing it open, and Katie followed. The door told her where they were going-the women’s locker room.

“So you’re not a personal trainer?”

“I used to be.” Liam put their clothes on a bench, except for Katie’s wet panties and bra. Those he tossed into the dryer they used for towels, turning it on before heading for the showers. She followed him there too, neither of them speaking as they stepped under the water.

The steam of the showers was a welcome relief from the cold and Katie let the stinging spray needle her skin. Liam used the body-wash dispenser on the wall, soaping his hands, and then turning to her. Katie watched in amazement as he paid close attention to every inch of her body, scrubbing her hair and rinsing it thoroughly before moving down to her shoulders and back, forcing her to turn and put her hands flat against the wall. He didn’t speak-his body and hands told her what to do, moving her this way and that with a shift of his hip, a gentle tug of his soapy hands.

He spent time washing her ass, still red from his spanking. She wondered if she’d have handprints. She hoped so. Then he turned her around and she watched in wonder as he dropped to his knees, something she never would have imagined him doing-weren’t Doms the ones who were supposed to force submissives to their knees? — his hands roaming her front in the same way they had over her back.

“Liam,” she whispered, fingers moving in his thick, wet hair. She still loved feeling his name in her mouth. He kissed her navel, tongue dipping in provocatively, his eyes on hers as his slick, soapy hands moved over the gentle hills of her breasts. She moaned when he thumbed her nipples. They’d been hard for so long they almost hurt.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against her hipbone, his tongue tracing the curve downward. She wanted to believe him, and by the time his mouth reached her pubic hair, she did. He looked at her body as if it was a place to worship, and when he reached her pussy, he drank her in like wine, burying his face there and shifting her legs over his shoulders so he could slide her body up the tile. Katie cried out with pleasure, lost in sensation, his mouth fastened on her mound, hands holding her in place, cupped over her breasts, her nipples hard under his fingers.

“Give yourself to me.” His words made her open her eyes and look at him. I am, she thought, but was she? Her body was tense, her mind racing. He shook his head slowly, reading her eyes, her mind. She bit her lip, trying to keep it in, all the feeling, all the fear, the desire, but she couldn’t contain it. A little sob escaped her throat, and she shook her head, as if to clear it, but it was no use. It overwhelmed her in an instant, and she was awash with feeling, drowning in it, unable to stand in the tide.

“That’s my girl.” He turned to kiss her thigh, rubbing his cheek there, stubbly and rough. “Let it go. Let me have you. All of you.”

“Please, I…” She didn’t know what to say. There weren’t words. And she found she didn’t need them. All she needed to do was surrender, to let herself go in his arms, not just her body but her mind, oh god, the whole of her, every part and essence of who she was, laid bare and quivering before him. It wasn’t possible. He wouldn’t want her. He couldn’t possibly see her completely open and vulnerable and not turn away.

But her fears were unfounded.

He devoured her as if he couldn’t get enough, a cloud of steam rising around them, the water from the shower splashing off his broad, strong back and shoulders. Katie hung on, going along for the ride, letting him take her wherever he wanted her to go. She couldn’t help the soft mews of pleasure escaping her throat as she writhed against the tile, her cries growing louder, echoing off the bathroom walls the closer she got to her destination.

Her climax rocked them both, Katie’s back arching, shoving her pussy fully against his eager mouth, and he moved to grab her hips, steadying her as she came and came, flooding him with her juices. When Liam slowly lifted her legs off his shoulders, letting her slide down the wall to join him on her knees in the shower, she was still so dizzy, she wasn’t quite sure where she was until she looked into his eyes.

“Pretty kitty.” He chuckled, touching her nose with the tip of his finger. She looked at him in wonder and disbelief. Kitty? He looked like the cat that ate the canary, full and satisfied. He honestly looked like he’d enjoyed that as much as she did. Maybe more. Was that possible?

She put her arms around his neck, pressing her body fully to his, seeing his eyes light up and then begin to smolder. She nuzzled his shoulder, licking his collarbone, feeling his cock pressed against her hip. He was harder than granite.

“I want you,” she confessed, turning her face up to his, showing him with her hips, a slow grind. “Please, please.” He was so hard she could barely stand it. “Oh Liam, please!”

“God, I like hearing you beg,” he said, and then stood, taking her with him, still in his arms. He kissed the top of her head. “But not tonight, Kitten. Go get dressed. I need to wash up.”

He smacked her bottom to get her to move, and finally she did, following his order and making her way out to the dressing area, finding clean towels on a cart near the lockers. After she retrieved her bra and panties, which were thankfully dry, she got dressed slowly. She searched her purse for a comb, glancing in the mirror, sure she would find herself a crazy mess, and for a moment she didn’t recognize the woman she saw.

Her face was flushed, eyes bright, her hair a wet tangled mass of dark curls over her shoulders. Was this the same woman who had been shelving books at five o’clock earlier today? She wasn’t sure. And then Liam appeared beside her, dressed, their coats over his arm, the only indication of their evening his still-wet hair. She met his eyes in the mirror, wondering what he was thinking. She knew he wasn’t wondering about her, because he looked like he knew exactly what she was feeling.

Liam helped her on with her coat and she let him lead her again, this time through the front door. They said goodbye standing between her Honda and his Maserati in the empty library parking lot, snow starting to fall again.