The Dom's Invitation (unedited excerpt)

“Coffee sounds good.” Sienna busied herself making them while I took a seat on one of the stools on the other side of the bench. With my eyes doing a quick sweep of her table, I noticed the agreement. It looked a little rumpled. Does that mean she’s read it? I’m about to find out. “Do you have any questions?”

“About the agreement?” she asked, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder, the spoon she was holding filled with coffee granules. When I nodded, I swear I saw her shoulders drop. “No,” she answered, stunning me. I was sure she would have at least a few questions.

“Not even one question?” I asked, seeking confirmation.

“Nope. It’s not written in a foreign language,” she almost snorted. Cheeky little brat.

“No, it’s not,” I agreed. “But usually, because of the nature of the information, people often have at least a question or two. With you, I expected more than two,” I smirked, holding back my chuckle. Sienna just shook her head and brought over my mug of coffee, sliding it along the width of the bench top until it was right in front of me.

“Thanks.” I picked up my mug as Sienna pulled the stool out next to me.

“If I do think of a question, I can ask, right?” she asked once she was comfortably seated.

“Anytime. Do you have much left to do for his blockbuster on the weekend?”

For a second, my brow almost creased in a frown. Latisha had dumped this thing in her lap with little time to organize everything. She was going to be running around like a headless chook. That shit won’t happen when she’s mine and signed on the dotted line. From my position, Latisha was taking advantage of Sienna. She must have excellent organizational skills. Recalling the way she had put all the groceries away, I was sure of it.

“Just a lot of cooking,” she whined, dropping her head briefly on a sigh.

“Are you doing all the cooking?” I asked incredulously. If she answers yes, I’ll be finding a way to contact Latisha.

“Oh, God, no. I’ve arranged a heap of platters and there’s a spit with a pig and half a lamb – the guy’s staying to carve and serve so I don’t have to,” she grinned and I relaxed a little bit. In my opinion, Sienna was doing too much for this celebration. “Actually,” she continued, her brows drawn together in thought, “I have some deliveries planned for Saturday morning … would you be able to give me a hand to set out tables and chairs?”

“Absolutely. I’m still waiting on my invitation, though,” I grinned.

Sienna’s face screwed up with confusion. “You’ve already said you’re coming. Do I still have to give you one?”

“You can’t really send me one without my email address, can you?” I winked.

“So,” she drawled with a lopsided grin, “is this your way of making sure I have your email?”

“It most certainly is,” I admitted with a chuckle. “And once you send me my invitation, I’ll have your email address,” I pointed out, leaning to one side to pull the piece of paper out of my back pocket. Placing it on the bench, I pushed it over in front of her.

“You have nice strokes,” she commented and I couldn’t stop the raucous laughter from erupting. It was an innocent enough comment. But my mind went straight down to my cock which twitched to life in the front of my pants.

“Yes, I do,” I answered, bragging and making a show of rubbing my knuckles on my shirt front, wriggling my brows lewdly. Color began seeping up through Sienna’s cheeks, giving her a rosy glow. “But you haven’t seen my demonstration, yet,” I stated with just the hint of a dare in my tone. Her beautiful eyes dropped straight down to my crotch and her face colored an even brighter red.

“That’s one demonstration I’d like to see,” she retorted brazenly, lifting her eyes up to mine with a hungry challenge in their green depths.

“Right here?” I asked with a grin wicked enough it would show my intentions for what was going to happen next.

“Why not,” she shrugged, calling my bluff.

She’ll learn not to tempt the beast. When my hands went straight to unlatch my belt and pop the button, Sienna’s face radiated heat. Sliding the zipper down, I reached in and gripped my cock, pulling my semi-hard-on free. Wrapping the fingers of my right hand around my stem, I began to slowly stroke myself.

Sienna’s eyes were glued to my hand, watching the back and forth movement with focused intensity. Arousal surged through my cock and it thickened in my hand. When her tongue slipped out to lick along her lip, I almost moaned anticipating the feel of her hot mouth engulfing my dick. Thinking about those pretty little lips of hers stretched around my girth as I feed my cock into her mouth, almost bought me undone.

Sienna tore her eyes away from watching my hand, lifting them to lock onto mine. The hunger burning in their depths was mesmerizing. It was also telling. She wanted my cock in her mouth as much as I wanted it there. Still stroking my now hard cock, I slid the stool away from the bench and stood up.

“You wearing panties?” Given that I had permitted her to wear them to work, I was betting she was.

“Yes,” she drawled, nodding.

“Slip them off,” I suggested with a raised brow. She reached beneath her dress and slid the skimpy item off. Two triangular pieces of ivory lace connected by what appeared to be two strings. “On the stool,” I directed with a nod of my head and waited for her to drop them onto the padded seat. “I’d like you on your knees, arms folded around your back, with both hands holding your elbows.”

I waited for her to question me. But it never came. She pushed her own stool away, scraping it over the tiled floor, before she sank down to her knees in front of me. Her tongue slid out between her lips, licking their surfaces. My heart surged when she folded her arms around behind her and did exactly what I said.

Stepping forward half a step almost had the head of my dick resting along her lips. Her breath was hot across my engorged tip. “Drop your mouth open and stick out your tongue,” I growled, not wanting to wait another second before feeding it to her. Pushing down with my thumb, I leaned forward and slid the head of my cock back and forth over her tongue, teasing her, and myself. When she tried to close her mouth over me, I pulled away, just out of her reach. When she whimpered after the third attempt, I chuckled, amused at her frustration.

“Sometimes, frustration is a good thing,” I pointed out, imagining bringing her to the edge over and over inside my dungeon. “Ask me if you want to suck it.” From the look in her eye, I was sure she was going to question me. I cocked one brow, but she pleased me and remained silent. It didn’t mean she didn’t have a question. She probably had more than one. But they weren’t given a voice. With a slow rhythm, I slid the tip of my cock back and forth along her top lip. With a face that was shining brightly again, she finally did as she was told.

“Can I suck your cock?”

She spoke so low it was almost a whisper. So, I decided to make her ask again. “Sorry? Didn’t hear that,” I smirked down at her.

“Can I please suck your cock?” she repeated, this time loud enough to be heard although I knew she was embarrassed being made to ask.

“As you asked so nicely,” I praised, flexing my hips until the tip of my cock slid over the top of her tongue and into the heated cavern of her mouth.

She closed her lips over my shaft and moaned. Fuck. It reverberated down the length of my cock, right down to tickle in my balls. My hand landed on top of her head. Clenching my fingers, I grabbed a handful, anticipating guiding her on how I liked to receive a blowjob.

I pushed in further and felt the back of her throat. I also felt the jolt that roiled through her; a telltale sign that her gag reflex kicked in. Pulling back slightly, I allowed her to catch her breath and settle her stomach. I tried again, getting a little further this time. But her body jolted again and I began to wonder if she’d ever taken a cock down her throat.

Third time lucky? Trying again, my cock slid in almost to the hilt. The tight walls of her throat wrapped around my dick like a swaddle. Resisting the urge to thrust, I withdrew just enough for Sienna to accustom herself with my length and girth before I slid back in.

My balls pressed up against her chin, the tip of her nose flattened against my groin. My fingers tightened their grip in her hair, my eyes closed and my head tilted back as an almost inaudible moan of enjoyment left my throat. Jesus. My cock thickened, a surge of arousal consuming me when her throat rippled along my length in an attempt to swallow more than I had to give.

I wanted to keep my cock buried down her throat, but I was mindful Sienna didn’t appear to be used to that. In the back of my mind I filed away a notation for us to discuss this. Right now, all I wanted was to enjoy what her hot little mouth and tongue was doing.

When I pulled back leaving just the head of my cock in her mouth, Sienna coughed and a few tears breached over her lower lids to trickle down her cheeks. She flicked a quick look up at me and I smiled down at her, already pushing my cock back in. Her arms were still folded around her back, her hands still tightly wrapped around each elbow. Good girl.

Using the handful of her hair I’d grasped, I pulled her head toward my groin, urging her to swallow me. She eagerly leaned in and I slipped back down into the tight confines, relishing in the warmth snugly surrounding me. Moving my free hand down, I put my palm along the front of her throat and squeezed just a little. Oh, fuck. I wanted my cock in every one of her holes all at once.

My hips rocked back, withdrawing from a little slice of heaven. Her tongue rolled around the circumference of my head, the tip fluttering down along the sensitive underside so deliciously, I had a sudden urge to cum.

My balls tightened and I employed all of my self-control to avoid releasing. I wanted to prolong the pleasure her mouth was bestowing on me longer than a few minutes. In fact, I could stretch this out to be the best blowjob I’ve ever received.