"Try this for size" (Dom/Rachel, Hawaii, Autumn 2005)
Title: Try This for Size
Authors: msilverstar and unstealthy
Pairing: Dom Monaghan/Rachel Weisz
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: It's out of our fangirlish imaginations, and so gets more unlikely by the second.
Summary: Billy's off surfing, and so Dom and Rachel get to know each other a bit better.
A/N: Hawaii, Autumn 2005. For all fics in this universe in chronological order, please see the Master List.
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Billy's out, an afternoon of surfing and looking for Hawaiian presents for his sister's children. He's given Dom permission to play with Rachel, and Dom is very excited, full of ideas and anxious to try some of them out. Once he's made sure Billy knows where he's going and waved him off, he heads out to the back of the house where Rachel's sitting in the shade in sunglasses and a sarong, reading. She looks delectable.
The book is boring; watching Dom walk shirtless towards her is far more interesting. Rachel lifts the glasses so she can admire more closely, and notices that he's looking at her as though he'll eat her up. Billy'd said that that she should obey Dom, give him everything she'd give Billy, so she lifts her arms and poses for him on the chaise longue, stretching like a cat. Her body glows with the anticipation of it all.
"Well, hel-lo," Dom says as he reaches where she's stretched out, posing for him. His cock is twitching in his shorts at the sight. "How would you like to come inside with me and have some fun, little girl?" he grins.
Smirking up at him, she says, "Have some fun, come inside you? Sounds brilliant, I'll just fetch my strap-on."
She's great. Laughing, Dom holds out his hand and pulls her to her feet. "Not tonight, Josephine, I've got other plans for you that I think you'll enjoy." Because he can't resist, he pulls her close, an arm round her waist, and kisses her slowly and lazily.
"Mmmm," Rachel hums happily into his mouth at the feeling of his tongue, which seems longer than she remembers, demanding that she open completely for him. She wraps her arms round him and pushes close, pressing her breasts against his bare chest.
He's hard as a rock now, and his cock is demanding attention so Dom breaks off the kiss reluctantly, holding her close, finding it impossible to pull away from the feeling of her breasts against him, her arse under his hand. "Come on inside, or I'll have to fuck you right here and scare the neighbours," he murmurs into her neck.
"Yes, sir," she says, reluctantly, remembering how intrusive the paparazzi are in the islands. She's chuffed that she's had such an effect on him, and nearly vibrating with anticipation, wondering what he'll do to her inside the house. "Whatever you wish."
Excellent. Dom takes Rachel's hand and leads her into the house and upstairs to what's normally his bedroom, but there's been a bit of interchanging while his guests have been here. "Clothes off," he orders, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"At your command," Rachel purrs, eager to strip for him and feel his eyes on her body. She slowly unties the sarong and pulls it across her body before letting it slide slowly down her legs. Then turns to show him the back of her bikini top, leaning back so he can pull ends of the bows that keep it on her.
Dom tugs at the ties of her bikini, back and neck, and she turns as it falls. His breath catches at the sight of her, breasts bared for him - for him - and he tugs her to him, pressing his face into the softness of her belly with a groan. "Naked, quickly," he mutters.
It doesn't take much, she barely has to lean back to slide her bikini bottoms down, then she moves back against him, wanting his mouth on her. "Naked, sir," she says happily, heart beating faster as she contemplates what he might do to her next.
"Go to the bottom drawer and take out the paddle, then come back here and give it to me," Dom says, making sure his tone is firm and even, not betraying the excitement he's feeling about having a naked Rachel in his power.
"Ohhhh, yes sir," Rachel says. She licks her lips and kneels, then goes to hands and knees, arching a bit to show Dom her bottom as she crawls to the cupboard. She reaches in and takes out the paddle, then puts it into her mouth and crawls back to Dom, offering it to him when she reaches his feet.
"Perfect," he murmurs, taking the paddle. "Now, over my lap, quickly." He pats his thigh and is pleased when she obeys immediately, lying across his legs with her hip pressing wonderfully against his erection. Dom strokes his hand along her spine and over her arse, savouring the smoothness and softness. "You're beautiful, but I bet Billy tells you that all the time."
Rachel's so aroused, her knees still tingling from crawling, aroused by Dom's praise and the heat of his skin against hers, excitement following like fire where his fingers touch. "God, yes," she moans, "please, sir, I'm so wet for you."
"Eager, aren't you?" Dom says, and without further ado, slaps the paddle down on her arse.
Rachel rocks with the slap, closing her eyes and moaning, "Just want to be good for you, so good..."
She's fucking amazing. Dom brings the paddle down a few more times on each arse cheek, her moans and the slap of leather on skin going straight to his cock. After a moment he lays the paddle on the bed and strokes his palm in slow circles over her arse, feeling the beginnings of heat in her skin, and can't resist dipping a finger between the outer lips of her pussy to feel her slick warmth.
"Please, more, fuckme touch me please, oh god," Rachel's inhibitions have long gone and she's left desperate for more of what he's giving her.
Dom immediately removes his hand. "Not yet, you're a bit too eager, it's not time." He slaps his palm on her bottom and them picks up the paddle again. "Ten of these, now count."
"Sir," Rachel answers obediently, and then as he slaps her with the leather, "One sir, thank you sir." The heat in her bottom is growing and she wriggles a bit between slaps.
"Good girl." Dom keeps spanking and Rachel counts with the slaps, murmuring her thanks between each one. It's fucking amazing. Finally they reach ten and Dom throws the paddle aside. "Good girl, well done," he says, smoothing his hand over her arse, admiring the redness of her skin. "Beautiful. Now, lie on the bed for me."
Rachel aches, she aches to be fucked, to have Dom's cock in her cunt or her bottom or her throat, to feel his hands or mouth on her breasts: something, anything. She curls round to move onto the bed, turning her head over her shoulder to see if he wants her to turn on her back.
"That's it, head on the pillows, make sure you're propped up nicely. Lie on your back so you can feel the spanking I gave you." He stands to look at her, and catches his breath when she turns her head, seeking reassurance. It's only a moment to unzip his shorts and let them fall to the ground, then he's naked and grabs a pair of cuffs from the bedside cabinet. "Hands over your head."
Turning over and stretching out at his command, Rachel moans, "Oh god, Dom, so wet for you, please touch me." Her bottom is so tender that she can't lie on it without twitching and moving. She spreads her legs in invitation, arching to push her breasts up for him.
"You're edible like that," Dom grins, taking her wrist in his hand and snapping on of the cuffs around it. He threads the chain through the bed head and then snaps the other cuff on her other wrist. "Gorgeous." Sitting back on his heels, he takes a moment to admire her, stroking his cock, and has a sudden flash in his mind of chaining her to the bed, wrists and ankles, while he and Billy wank over her. Fuck.
The cuffs are heavy and comforting, and Dom's looking at her, but he's not bloody touching her. "Need it, oh, please," Rachel begs, "please, anything, your hand, even the paddle, please?" If he doesn't touch her soon she may scream, or cry.
Her begging is brilliant, but he's not quite ready to make her come yet. Instead, he straddles her chest, still stroking his cock. "You want to suck it?"
"God, yeah," Rachel strains her arms at the cuffs trying to move her head closer, "please, let me, I'll make it so good for you." His cock is so close she can smell it, lovely musky smell, and she opens her mouth hoping he'll fill it soon.
"I know you will," Dom says, stroking her cheek with his hand, then running the head of his cock over her bottom lip. Christ, that feels good. "Three quick jerks with your left hand against the cuff if you need me to stop, okay?" And then he slips the head of his cock between her lips.
Rachel hums her agreement against his cock, taking it into her mouth eagerly, licking round the head and flicking her tongue into the hole. He tastes somehow darker than Billy, muskier, though she'd love to compare them sometime, switching between them to taste and feel. She sucks his cock further in, hollowing her cheeks and looking up at him flirtatiously.
"Good girl, that's it," Dom says, with a soft groan at her tongue sliding over his cock. He starts to fuck her mouth, gently and carefully, the sight of her taking him almost too much to bear. "So beautiful, my Billy's beautiful plaything," he murmurs, panting as he tries to keep himself under control.
Opening her throat, Rachel feels Dom's cock slide further in, further down. He's so tentative at this, it's odd after Billy's masterful approach which she loves: being used like that, being pushed for breath. She sucks every time he thrusts in, wishing she could tell him that she can take it hard and fast and nasty. But she can twist under him, pull at her cuffs, rub her sore bottom against the sheet and moan happily.
One more suck and Dom has to pull out, gasping. "Bloody hell," he says. "You've got a mouth like a fucking vacuum cleaner." Closing his eyes a moment, he centres himself and calms down. "You deserve a treat for that, lovely girl."
Casting her eyes down coquettishly, Rachel says, "Thank you, sir." Then she smirks up at him and says, "Please, Dom, please fuck me, I'm so wet and I need it right now!"
"Right now, eh? Very demanding of you," Dom says, frowning. Shuffling back on his knees, he bends and gently nips at the join between her neck and shoulder, and then licks over the bite before trailing the tip of his tongue over her chest and between her breasts, ignoring the brush of his cock against her thigh.
"Please?" Rachel begs, "I'm sorry, oh god, please?" He's teasing her to distraction and she can barely think, desperate to feel him hard against her.
Ignoring her, he cups a breast in one hand and squeezes gently, putting his mouth over the nipple of her other breast and sucking hard. Billy had waxed lyrical to him about these breasts, and it was only after meeting her that he discovered why. Dom hums with pleasure, rubbing himself against her a bit harder now.
Rachel pushes against him, saying "Good, so good, oh Dom." She offers him her breasts as best she can, wraps her legs round his and manoeuvres a bit till she's got her clit against his hip.
"Hey, less of that," Dom says, lifting himself up on all fours so her legs fall away. Her eagerness is flattering, but it's not what he wants. "I say when and where." He slaps her thigh sharply and then kneels between her legs, stroking himself. "Can I trust you to let me be in charge?"
Completely buggered that up Rachel thinks as she subsides back to the bed. "I'm very sorry, I've been terribly pushy," she says quietly. "I'm usually far more obedient."
"If you want something, you ask, you don't take," Dom says. "Do I need to spank you again?"
"Whatever you think, Sir," Rachel answers, looking straight at Dom, "anything you choose, I shan't misbehave again." Her pussy is still throbbing with want but she forces herself to stay still, leave her legs spread and open, hoping he understands she is quite ashamed.
"Good girl." He runs his hands up her thighs from her knees to her hips, then bends and places a soft kiss on her belly. The scent of her arousal makes him mad with lust, but Dom forces himself to go slow, make her beg for what she wants. Stretching over to the bedside table, he retrieves a condom packet from the drawer, rips it open and slicks the condom on to himself; may as well be ready when the time comes. "Ask me for what you want," he murmurs, mouth on Rachel's hip, kissing his way down her inner thigh. "Show me how much you want it."
The condom reassures her that he's not going to leave her stranded. As his mouth touches her thigh, Rachel groans, the sound coming out of the farthest part inside her, as she tries to express what it is that she wants, "Please, Sir, let me please you, take my mouth, my pussy, my bottom, anything you want, anything I can give."
"Is that what you want?" Dom kisses back up her thigh and down the other one, speaking into her skin. Rachel's trembling in the most satisfying way. "Do you want my cock in you, fucking you hard, making you scream?" More kisses, until his mouth is close to her pussy, and he blows softly on her clit.
It takes everything she has to not push her pussy into his mouth, to simply rest and wait. "Oh god, yes, please, if you want that, I want your cock so much..." Rachel's head is making little bobbing motions, her arms pulling a bit, and her toes are curling around and then back out, she simply can't stay entirely still.
The sound of her wrists jerking against the cuffs and the tension in her whole body, goes straight to Dom's cock. "Gonna fuck you," he growls, kneeling up and settling her in position, her legs over his shoulders. He rubs the head of his cock over her slick heat before sinking into her with a groan.
"Fuck, oh fuck, oh thank you Sir," Rachel moans, her whole body focused on the pleasure of his cock in her cunt.
Dom feels surrounded by softness and finds it hard to stay focused, it's so fucking good. "Come for me," he orders. "Want to feel you coming."
She wasn't expecting that, not after he'd had to rebuke her, and she wants to so very very much. "May I move?" she asks, needing just a little more than his thrusts, blissful as they are.
"Move as much as you like," Dom says, a bit impatiently. "Just come for me."
Moaning, Rachel rocks her hips, twisting and finding lovely new angles for his cock to rub against her clit and her g-spot. "Oh, oh, oh, god," she gasps, as she starts coming around him, pleasure rolling through her.
"Jesus," Dom mutters as her muscles clench around his cock. "Yeah, god, that's it..." Panting, he thrusts harder and faster, hearing the jingle of the chains on the cuffs, watching her breasts jiggle and bounce and feeling little aftershocks shoot through her body. "Getting close, fuck," he gasps, slapping her hip with his hand now and again, for the sound and feel of it.
Once Rachel can concentrate again, she desperately wants to make it good for Dom. He's utterly gorgeous to watch, his skin shining with effort, his face concentrated and serious. She moves her legs around his back and hooks her ankles together, tenses her cunt in rhythm with his strokes, squeezing when he's pushing in, and hums happily.
Dom tries to say something, but it just comes out as monosyllables, rapidly degenerating into general swearing as his orgasm hits him hard. He thrusts into Rachel over and over, groaning with the incredible pleasure of it. Eventually he lets her legs slide off his shoulders and falls forward on top of her. "Bloody hell."
Rachel wishes she wasn't cuffed, as she'd love to hold Dom now. But she can enjoy his body against hers and tilt her head to drop little kisses on his hair. Her bottom is quite sore, but it feels lovely, something to remind her of this little adventure. "So good," she murmurs, "that was brilliant." The only thing better would be to have Billy and Dom both domming her at once, spanking her front and back, and maybe both fucking her at the same time. She decides to ask Billy for that, as a holiday treat. He'll make her beg for it, and she licks her lips, anticipating it all, from the begging to the actual scene itself.
"What's on your mind?" Dom asks, as several expressions cross Rachel's face in quick succession, making him smile. He's holding the condom as he carefully pulls out of her, disposes of it quickly, then unsnaps the cuffs, kissing and rubbing her wrists. "Care to share?"
"I shouldn't," Rachel says, "not until I talk to Billy." She stretches a bit, and then leans to hug Dom. "You're amazing," she says, running her hands over his body, enjoying the chance to touch him now because she'd had so little before, "you feel so good."
"You're not bad yourself," Dom says, revelling in her praise. He can't help comparing her to Evie, but really, there's no comparison. Rachel wins hands down. "How did Billy get so lucky?" he murmurs, tracing the contours of her face with a fingertip.
"How did we?" she answers, smiling. She'd never expected him to be so sweet and tender, but now that she thinks back, though Billy'd never said it straight out loud, but the way he'd talked about Dom, the way his face went soft when he thought of Dom, that should have told her. The piss-taking and even the intense domination were only part of their relationship.
"Billy loves you, you know," Dom says, tugging her close. "I know he hasn't said it, but to me it's blindingly obvious how crazy he is about you."
Rachel says into his chest, "He loves you, I know that." She doesn't mind that Billy loves Dom, but she's never told anyone how much she wants Billy to love her, to be in love with her, to say he loves her. She tries not to dwell on it, but once in a while it hits her like a tonne of bricks.
Billy, you complete and utter tosser, Dom thinks, stroking Rachel's hair. Why hasn't he told her? Dom decides there and then to make it his mission for the remainder of the week, to get Billy to admit -- to him at least, even if he doesn't say it to her -- what he feels for Rachel. "He loves you too, I promise he does, even though he's a fuckwit and hasn't said anything." Dom sighs and holds her close, and resolves.
"You're sweet," Rachel answers, burrowing into his arms. Dom cares about her, to her utter surprise, and it soothes her. Everything is going to turn out all right, somehow.
Authors: msilverstar and unstealthy
Pairing: Dom Monaghan/Rachel Weisz
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: It's out of our fangirlish imaginations, and so gets more unlikely by the second.
Summary: Billy's off surfing, and so Dom and Rachel get to know each other a bit better.
A/N: Hawaii, Autumn 2005. For all fics in this universe in chronological order, please see the Master List.
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Billy's out, an afternoon of surfing and looking for Hawaiian presents for his sister's children. He's given Dom permission to play with Rachel, and Dom is very excited, full of ideas and anxious to try some of them out. Once he's made sure Billy knows where he's going and waved him off, he heads out to the back of the house where Rachel's sitting in the shade in sunglasses and a sarong, reading. She looks delectable.
The book is boring; watching Dom walk shirtless towards her is far more interesting. Rachel lifts the glasses so she can admire more closely, and notices that he's looking at her as though he'll eat her up. Billy'd said that that she should obey Dom, give him everything she'd give Billy, so she lifts her arms and poses for him on the chaise longue, stretching like a cat. Her body glows with the anticipation of it all.
"Well, hel-lo," Dom says as he reaches where she's stretched out, posing for him. His cock is twitching in his shorts at the sight. "How would you like to come inside with me and have some fun, little girl?" he grins.
Smirking up at him, she says, "Have some fun, come inside you? Sounds brilliant, I'll just fetch my strap-on."
She's great. Laughing, Dom holds out his hand and pulls her to her feet. "Not tonight, Josephine, I've got other plans for you that I think you'll enjoy." Because he can't resist, he pulls her close, an arm round her waist, and kisses her slowly and lazily.
"Mmmm," Rachel hums happily into his mouth at the feeling of his tongue, which seems longer than she remembers, demanding that she open completely for him. She wraps her arms round him and pushes close, pressing her breasts against his bare chest.
He's hard as a rock now, and his cock is demanding attention so Dom breaks off the kiss reluctantly, holding her close, finding it impossible to pull away from the feeling of her breasts against him, her arse under his hand. "Come on inside, or I'll have to fuck you right here and scare the neighbours," he murmurs into her neck.
"Yes, sir," she says, reluctantly, remembering how intrusive the paparazzi are in the islands. She's chuffed that she's had such an effect on him, and nearly vibrating with anticipation, wondering what he'll do to her inside the house. "Whatever you wish."
Excellent. Dom takes Rachel's hand and leads her into the house and upstairs to what's normally his bedroom, but there's been a bit of interchanging while his guests have been here. "Clothes off," he orders, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"At your command," Rachel purrs, eager to strip for him and feel his eyes on her body. She slowly unties the sarong and pulls it across her body before letting it slide slowly down her legs. Then turns to show him the back of her bikini top, leaning back so he can pull ends of the bows that keep it on her.
Dom tugs at the ties of her bikini, back and neck, and she turns as it falls. His breath catches at the sight of her, breasts bared for him - for him - and he tugs her to him, pressing his face into the softness of her belly with a groan. "Naked, quickly," he mutters.
It doesn't take much, she barely has to lean back to slide her bikini bottoms down, then she moves back against him, wanting his mouth on her. "Naked, sir," she says happily, heart beating faster as she contemplates what he might do to her next.
"Go to the bottom drawer and take out the paddle, then come back here and give it to me," Dom says, making sure his tone is firm and even, not betraying the excitement he's feeling about having a naked Rachel in his power.
"Ohhhh, yes sir," Rachel says. She licks her lips and kneels, then goes to hands and knees, arching a bit to show Dom her bottom as she crawls to the cupboard. She reaches in and takes out the paddle, then puts it into her mouth and crawls back to Dom, offering it to him when she reaches his feet.
"Perfect," he murmurs, taking the paddle. "Now, over my lap, quickly." He pats his thigh and is pleased when she obeys immediately, lying across his legs with her hip pressing wonderfully against his erection. Dom strokes his hand along her spine and over her arse, savouring the smoothness and softness. "You're beautiful, but I bet Billy tells you that all the time."
Rachel's so aroused, her knees still tingling from crawling, aroused by Dom's praise and the heat of his skin against hers, excitement following like fire where his fingers touch. "God, yes," she moans, "please, sir, I'm so wet for you."
"Eager, aren't you?" Dom says, and without further ado, slaps the paddle down on her arse.
Rachel rocks with the slap, closing her eyes and moaning, "Just want to be good for you, so good..."
She's fucking amazing. Dom brings the paddle down a few more times on each arse cheek, her moans and the slap of leather on skin going straight to his cock. After a moment he lays the paddle on the bed and strokes his palm in slow circles over her arse, feeling the beginnings of heat in her skin, and can't resist dipping a finger between the outer lips of her pussy to feel her slick warmth.
"Please, more, fuckme touch me please, oh god," Rachel's inhibitions have long gone and she's left desperate for more of what he's giving her.
Dom immediately removes his hand. "Not yet, you're a bit too eager, it's not time." He slaps his palm on her bottom and them picks up the paddle again. "Ten of these, now count."
"Sir," Rachel answers obediently, and then as he slaps her with the leather, "One sir, thank you sir." The heat in her bottom is growing and she wriggles a bit between slaps.
"Good girl." Dom keeps spanking and Rachel counts with the slaps, murmuring her thanks between each one. It's fucking amazing. Finally they reach ten and Dom throws the paddle aside. "Good girl, well done," he says, smoothing his hand over her arse, admiring the redness of her skin. "Beautiful. Now, lie on the bed for me."
Rachel aches, she aches to be fucked, to have Dom's cock in her cunt or her bottom or her throat, to feel his hands or mouth on her breasts: something, anything. She curls round to move onto the bed, turning her head over her shoulder to see if he wants her to turn on her back.
"That's it, head on the pillows, make sure you're propped up nicely. Lie on your back so you can feel the spanking I gave you." He stands to look at her, and catches his breath when she turns her head, seeking reassurance. It's only a moment to unzip his shorts and let them fall to the ground, then he's naked and grabs a pair of cuffs from the bedside cabinet. "Hands over your head."
Turning over and stretching out at his command, Rachel moans, "Oh god, Dom, so wet for you, please touch me." Her bottom is so tender that she can't lie on it without twitching and moving. She spreads her legs in invitation, arching to push her breasts up for him.
"You're edible like that," Dom grins, taking her wrist in his hand and snapping on of the cuffs around it. He threads the chain through the bed head and then snaps the other cuff on her other wrist. "Gorgeous." Sitting back on his heels, he takes a moment to admire her, stroking his cock, and has a sudden flash in his mind of chaining her to the bed, wrists and ankles, while he and Billy wank over her. Fuck.
The cuffs are heavy and comforting, and Dom's looking at her, but he's not bloody touching her. "Need it, oh, please," Rachel begs, "please, anything, your hand, even the paddle, please?" If he doesn't touch her soon she may scream, or cry.
Her begging is brilliant, but he's not quite ready to make her come yet. Instead, he straddles her chest, still stroking his cock. "You want to suck it?"
"God, yeah," Rachel strains her arms at the cuffs trying to move her head closer, "please, let me, I'll make it so good for you." His cock is so close she can smell it, lovely musky smell, and she opens her mouth hoping he'll fill it soon.
"I know you will," Dom says, stroking her cheek with his hand, then running the head of his cock over her bottom lip. Christ, that feels good. "Three quick jerks with your left hand against the cuff if you need me to stop, okay?" And then he slips the head of his cock between her lips.
Rachel hums her agreement against his cock, taking it into her mouth eagerly, licking round the head and flicking her tongue into the hole. He tastes somehow darker than Billy, muskier, though she'd love to compare them sometime, switching between them to taste and feel. She sucks his cock further in, hollowing her cheeks and looking up at him flirtatiously.
"Good girl, that's it," Dom says, with a soft groan at her tongue sliding over his cock. He starts to fuck her mouth, gently and carefully, the sight of her taking him almost too much to bear. "So beautiful, my Billy's beautiful plaything," he murmurs, panting as he tries to keep himself under control.
Opening her throat, Rachel feels Dom's cock slide further in, further down. He's so tentative at this, it's odd after Billy's masterful approach which she loves: being used like that, being pushed for breath. She sucks every time he thrusts in, wishing she could tell him that she can take it hard and fast and nasty. But she can twist under him, pull at her cuffs, rub her sore bottom against the sheet and moan happily.
One more suck and Dom has to pull out, gasping. "Bloody hell," he says. "You've got a mouth like a fucking vacuum cleaner." Closing his eyes a moment, he centres himself and calms down. "You deserve a treat for that, lovely girl."
Casting her eyes down coquettishly, Rachel says, "Thank you, sir." Then she smirks up at him and says, "Please, Dom, please fuck me, I'm so wet and I need it right now!"
"Right now, eh? Very demanding of you," Dom says, frowning. Shuffling back on his knees, he bends and gently nips at the join between her neck and shoulder, and then licks over the bite before trailing the tip of his tongue over her chest and between her breasts, ignoring the brush of his cock against her thigh.
"Please?" Rachel begs, "I'm sorry, oh god, please?" He's teasing her to distraction and she can barely think, desperate to feel him hard against her.
Ignoring her, he cups a breast in one hand and squeezes gently, putting his mouth over the nipple of her other breast and sucking hard. Billy had waxed lyrical to him about these breasts, and it was only after meeting her that he discovered why. Dom hums with pleasure, rubbing himself against her a bit harder now.
Rachel pushes against him, saying "Good, so good, oh Dom." She offers him her breasts as best she can, wraps her legs round his and manoeuvres a bit till she's got her clit against his hip.
"Hey, less of that," Dom says, lifting himself up on all fours so her legs fall away. Her eagerness is flattering, but it's not what he wants. "I say when and where." He slaps her thigh sharply and then kneels between her legs, stroking himself. "Can I trust you to let me be in charge?"
Completely buggered that up Rachel thinks as she subsides back to the bed. "I'm very sorry, I've been terribly pushy," she says quietly. "I'm usually far more obedient."
"If you want something, you ask, you don't take," Dom says. "Do I need to spank you again?"
"Whatever you think, Sir," Rachel answers, looking straight at Dom, "anything you choose, I shan't misbehave again." Her pussy is still throbbing with want but she forces herself to stay still, leave her legs spread and open, hoping he understands she is quite ashamed.
"Good girl." He runs his hands up her thighs from her knees to her hips, then bends and places a soft kiss on her belly. The scent of her arousal makes him mad with lust, but Dom forces himself to go slow, make her beg for what she wants. Stretching over to the bedside table, he retrieves a condom packet from the drawer, rips it open and slicks the condom on to himself; may as well be ready when the time comes. "Ask me for what you want," he murmurs, mouth on Rachel's hip, kissing his way down her inner thigh. "Show me how much you want it."
The condom reassures her that he's not going to leave her stranded. As his mouth touches her thigh, Rachel groans, the sound coming out of the farthest part inside her, as she tries to express what it is that she wants, "Please, Sir, let me please you, take my mouth, my pussy, my bottom, anything you want, anything I can give."
"Is that what you want?" Dom kisses back up her thigh and down the other one, speaking into her skin. Rachel's trembling in the most satisfying way. "Do you want my cock in you, fucking you hard, making you scream?" More kisses, until his mouth is close to her pussy, and he blows softly on her clit.
It takes everything she has to not push her pussy into his mouth, to simply rest and wait. "Oh god, yes, please, if you want that, I want your cock so much..." Rachel's head is making little bobbing motions, her arms pulling a bit, and her toes are curling around and then back out, she simply can't stay entirely still.
The sound of her wrists jerking against the cuffs and the tension in her whole body, goes straight to Dom's cock. "Gonna fuck you," he growls, kneeling up and settling her in position, her legs over his shoulders. He rubs the head of his cock over her slick heat before sinking into her with a groan.
"Fuck, oh fuck, oh thank you Sir," Rachel moans, her whole body focused on the pleasure of his cock in her cunt.
Dom feels surrounded by softness and finds it hard to stay focused, it's so fucking good. "Come for me," he orders. "Want to feel you coming."
She wasn't expecting that, not after he'd had to rebuke her, and she wants to so very very much. "May I move?" she asks, needing just a little more than his thrusts, blissful as they are.
"Move as much as you like," Dom says, a bit impatiently. "Just come for me."
Moaning, Rachel rocks her hips, twisting and finding lovely new angles for his cock to rub against her clit and her g-spot. "Oh, oh, oh, god," she gasps, as she starts coming around him, pleasure rolling through her.
"Jesus," Dom mutters as her muscles clench around his cock. "Yeah, god, that's it..." Panting, he thrusts harder and faster, hearing the jingle of the chains on the cuffs, watching her breasts jiggle and bounce and feeling little aftershocks shoot through her body. "Getting close, fuck," he gasps, slapping her hip with his hand now and again, for the sound and feel of it.
Once Rachel can concentrate again, she desperately wants to make it good for Dom. He's utterly gorgeous to watch, his skin shining with effort, his face concentrated and serious. She moves her legs around his back and hooks her ankles together, tenses her cunt in rhythm with his strokes, squeezing when he's pushing in, and hums happily.
Dom tries to say something, but it just comes out as monosyllables, rapidly degenerating into general swearing as his orgasm hits him hard. He thrusts into Rachel over and over, groaning with the incredible pleasure of it. Eventually he lets her legs slide off his shoulders and falls forward on top of her. "Bloody hell."
Rachel wishes she wasn't cuffed, as she'd love to hold Dom now. But she can enjoy his body against hers and tilt her head to drop little kisses on his hair. Her bottom is quite sore, but it feels lovely, something to remind her of this little adventure. "So good," she murmurs, "that was brilliant." The only thing better would be to have Billy and Dom both domming her at once, spanking her front and back, and maybe both fucking her at the same time. She decides to ask Billy for that, as a holiday treat. He'll make her beg for it, and she licks her lips, anticipating it all, from the begging to the actual scene itself.
"What's on your mind?" Dom asks, as several expressions cross Rachel's face in quick succession, making him smile. He's holding the condom as he carefully pulls out of her, disposes of it quickly, then unsnaps the cuffs, kissing and rubbing her wrists. "Care to share?"
"I shouldn't," Rachel says, "not until I talk to Billy." She stretches a bit, and then leans to hug Dom. "You're amazing," she says, running her hands over his body, enjoying the chance to touch him now because she'd had so little before, "you feel so good."
"You're not bad yourself," Dom says, revelling in her praise. He can't help comparing her to Evie, but really, there's no comparison. Rachel wins hands down. "How did Billy get so lucky?" he murmurs, tracing the contours of her face with a fingertip.
"How did we?" she answers, smiling. She'd never expected him to be so sweet and tender, but now that she thinks back, though Billy'd never said it straight out loud, but the way he'd talked about Dom, the way his face went soft when he thought of Dom, that should have told her. The piss-taking and even the intense domination were only part of their relationship.
"Billy loves you, you know," Dom says, tugging her close. "I know he hasn't said it, but to me it's blindingly obvious how crazy he is about you."
Rachel says into his chest, "He loves you, I know that." She doesn't mind that Billy loves Dom, but she's never told anyone how much she wants Billy to love her, to be in love with her, to say he loves her. She tries not to dwell on it, but once in a while it hits her like a tonne of bricks.
Billy, you complete and utter tosser, Dom thinks, stroking Rachel's hair. Why hasn't he told her? Dom decides there and then to make it his mission for the remainder of the week, to get Billy to admit -- to him at least, even if he doesn't say it to her -- what he feels for Rachel. "He loves you too, I promise he does, even though he's a fuckwit and hasn't said anything." Dom sighs and holds her close, and resolves.
"You're sweet," Rachel answers, burrowing into his arms. Dom cares about her, to her utter surprise, and it soothes her. Everything is going to turn out all right, somehow.