The Dom Prize (The Dominants by Mina J. Moore Page A

Intense my ass! JP needed to get over his grumpy self or I was going to start asking some questions, which would probably land me in the orgasm chamber of horror. Damn.
    Hello ?
    I’m here. Listen, I’m jumping in the shower. Ttyl.
    Have fun … ;-). Remember it’s Valentine’s Day !
    A loud knock had me throwing my phone in the air and scrambling to keep it from hitting the floor.
    “Gia, breakfast is here. Dress in your gear. We’re heading out.”
    “Yes. Sir.” I stuck my tongue out at the door then dropped the sheets and started a hot shower. Stepping in was bliss. My body ached in everyway. I felt well used and satisfied physically, but emotionally I was a wreck. I had too many live wires in my brain all telling me I was careening down a slope without brakes. The loss of control was extremely frightening and enlightening at the same time. Giving someone else free reign with your feelings and trusting him to give you that wicked emotion called passion was unbelievably different , creating a bond that was amazingly strong. How could I be feeling something like this for a practical stranger?
    Well, I could blame it on the incredible sex but I knew that wasn’t the complete truth. There were other factors here of which I had never experienced. Dabbling in some kinky sex with an amateur did not give me the same results. JP knew what he was doing. He had a gift for bringing out that one emotion I had struggled to keep hold of. In a few short days, he had managed to loosen my grip. When I was under his command and at his mercy, I actually felt… free.
     
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    Thirty minutes later, I waltzed into the bedroom naked as the day I was born and made sure I bent over to rummage through my luggage precisely with my ass in his direction. I was done with the covering up stuff. If I was good enough for him to fuck then he could just deal with my body in the aftermath.
    I didn’t make it into my luggage; instead I was tackled from behind and shoved up against the table. His hand pushed me over and held me down but I still had a clear view in the large, ornate mirror. He was totally dressed behind me. The sound of a zipper going down made me want to wail in relief.
    “Don’t take your eyes off the mirror, Gia. If you do, I’ll stop,” he whispered, kissing the line of my back.
    The wet stroke of his tongue at my core made my knees buckle. His hands grasped my behind and kept me vertical. Sweet Lord, the man had some talent. I went over hard, my body shaking uncontrollably. My fingers clutched the edge of the table, holding on for dear life.  Keep your eyes on the mirror …
    He was relentless, entering me with one smooth stroke before my orgasm had managed to extinguish. I hung my head trying to push some strength into my quivering limbs.
    “Eyes up, Gia!” He snapped, holding very still inside of me.
    I pushed back against him and was rewarded with a resounding slap to my bottom. It stung so good I almost came that very instant. My eyes focused on him through the mirror. He face was stark, lips pursed in concentration. His fingers dug into my hips as he began to move once more. Gaining momentum, I gripped the side closest to me so that my body remained upright. His hands moved up to tease my nipples.
    “Reconsider the clamps. They’ll bring you unbelievable pleasure if used the right way.”
    He punctuated his comment by squeezing them harder, then releasing quickly. He repeated the drill again and released when the pain was almost beginning to get uncomfortable. Freeing them at precisely the right moment allowed the blood flow to come rushing back making the sensations close to a tit-gasm. If I weren’t so far gone with ecstasy, I probably would have laughed out loud at my thoughts.
    Reaching down to hold my position, he got serious with the thrusting, bringing me up on my toes.
    “Give it to me. Right. Now.” He commanded and I obeyed.
    Peaking instantaneously again, my body held his as his climax exploded