The Dom Prize (The Dominants by Mina J. Moore

needed him to finish me and provoking his anger wasn’t going to get me there. I wanted to please him. I found that surprisingly and deliciously… liberating.
    “Tell me what you need. I want to hear you say it,” he urged.
    And I did. “Fuck me, please.”
    Grabbing my hips, he yanked me to my knees and filled me. It was the most glorious sensation imaginable. My body restrained in every way and his taking me completely.
    I bit my lip, trying to smother the keening wail brought on by the exquisite feel of him so deep inside. His rhythm grew ferocious and I was perilously off balance with nothing to hold on to. My hips screamed in delicious pain as they compensated for the width between my knees. Someone was going to be very sore tomorrow. Somehow, the mere thought made me shiver. Not able to hold myself upright any longer, I let my chest come down against the bed. What a sight, ass in the air, legs spread from here to California and arms over my head making my back arch.
    I was coiled so tightly my limbs felt disjointed, pulled asunder, and then he changed the angel of his thrusts and my world fragmented. It didn’t stop there; he reached around and titillated my bud until I actually saw stars. My eyes rolled back and I fell even further down the bed until only his arm around my waist held me to his swollen shaft. He pulsed inside of me and I vaguely heard my name leave his lips in a groan. I was completely exhausted, practically incapacitated. I knew right then, he was the only man who could ever bring me such ecstasy.
    My eyes closed and I felt him loosen the cuffs at my wrists and ankles. The bed shifted and he rummaged through the drawers in the bathroom. A moment later, I felt the cold sting of something wet against my leg, hips and bottom. My lips quirked up as I realized what he was doing but I asked anyway.
    “What is that?”
    “Lotion. I don’t want you scuffed up and it’s part of my aftercare program.”
    I chuckled. “Aftercare program? How sweet of you.”
    He tapped my ass and I didn’t even budge. I was out in less than a minute.
     
    * * *
     
    When the first light came in through those enormous windows I knew he was gone. My hand still reached out hoping to touch warm flesh. Instead, the sheets were cold and unwelcoming. I opened my eyes only to see JP sitting at the small table across the room, sipping a drink and staring at me intently. His side of the bed was flat and untouched. He hadn’t slept there.
    “Hi.”
    What else should I say at this point? I sat up and the sheet decided to stay put below my breasts. His gaze shot down seemingly irritated with his own body’s reaction. The slight grimace had me pulling it back up quickly. Glancing around the bed, I noticed he hadn’t left any kinky souvenirs this time. Everything was probably back in his chest of torturous sex toys.
    “I have some phone calls to make. Your breakfast should be up in a few minutes.” He stood and walked into the adjacent room. Why was he being so dismissive?
    Part of me wanted to jump off the bed and chase after him, ask what his problem was. Man, this emotional ping-pong game was getting on my nerves.
    Wrapping the sheet around my nakedness so he wouldn’t be subjected to my body, I roused and locked myself in the bathroom. Crap, I felt like a walking bruise. I stretched and thought I heard every bone in my body crack. Hot, steaming shower, that’s what I needed to get the blood flowing.
    Thankfully, my phone was still charging on the counter. Grabbing it, I decided to send Karli a quick text.
    Hey Chica, I’m in big trouble here…
    Hey Girl. How so ?
    Well, seems Mr. Stone is somewhat of a bipolar asshole.
    Really ? Hmmmm. He hasn’t hurt you, right ?
    No. The sex is fantastic. It’s what happens afterward. He gets all weird on me.
    That never bothered you before .
    Well it freaking drives me crazy now!!
    LOL…sounds like things are getting intense in the mountains !
    I scowled at her through my phone.