Blackstone Inc. (Book 1)

Part 13

*-as always- MATURE s****l AND DEGRADING LANGUAGE! YOUNG VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!*

*Dominics’ POV*

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Watching her face as she came; her lips forming a beautiful ‘O’, her back arching, pushing her breasts up, I wanted to lean over and take one in my mouth.

I was trying my best to keep my focus on the road, to not let her know how much her young and perky body was affecting me but I HAD to watch. I had to watch her face redden at my commands. I had to watch the redness crawl down her throat and spread across her chest. I had to see the way her body was coming apart on my leather seats.

I had told her not to cüm or I would punish her, hoping she wouldn’t listen and she didn’t. She raced toward her orgasm, knowing fully that I would use and abuse her when we got back to my house, and she wanted it. But then again, of course, she did. She’s a little slüt.

“Your face is so pretty when you come,” I told her when she finally came down from her orgasm. I had grazed my knuckled over her cheek, still feeling the slight heat there.

She flushed again and zipped her dress up which was fine because we were close to my house anyway.

I took an exit and grabbed her small hand in mine. I wanted this hand wrapped around my c**k while she took me down the back of her throat. I wanted this hand scratching down my back as I plowed into her.

I didn’t want her to forget what I had said before she came. She did disobey me and she would feel my wrath.

“You know I’m going to have to punish you when we get to my house, don’t you,” I asked her, squeezing her hand slightly, “you came when I told you not to. You disobeyed me and I’m going to spank you. Is that what you want?”

Her shy smile accompanied with a whispered, “Yes, sir,” had me thinking of all the ways I was going to have her saying that exact phase in my playroom.

I turned up the music, something pop and sensual, to take the place of talking. I wanted her fantasizing all the ways I would punish her. I wanted her mind racing.

Turning down a few roads, finally, I took a right onto a small gravel road. We drove for a moment, going up the hill to my guard gate.

“Mr. Blackstone, how was your dinner,” Rosie, a small older woman with short graying hair, my security guard asked.

“I’m not sure. We didn’t get to eat any,” I winked at her and she blushed, knowing exactly what I meant after looking into the car to see a furiously blushing Genevieve. Rosie cleared her throat and pressed a button and the gate opened up.

Without another word, I drove up to the house, put the car in park and turned it off.

Genevieve’s eyes were wide as she stared at my house. I’ll admit, it was nice. I enjoyed it mostly for all the rooms it had and the guard shack at the entrance. I had quite a few ... partners in my past and I couldn’t afford for a scorned lover to get in and wreak havoc.

I opened her door for her and helped her out. Her legs almost giving out, but I was there to catch her. She just smiled shyly and muttered a ‘sorry’. Some orgasm she must’ve had.

I unlocked the door and ushered her inside, walking to the kitchen to grab a bottled water.

“Do you want something to drink before we begin,” I asked her as she walked silently behind me, heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She was taking in her surrounding, as the ones before her had done. I could see all the statements and questions she had but only she let out a small, “water, please.”

I grabbed another bottle and set them on the marble island and looked down into her eye. Grabbing her hand, I said, “I wined and dined you, now I want to cut to the chase and bring you to my playroom. Are you ready for that?”

She looked up at me, doe-eyed. What was I doing? She had that dämned choker around her neck stating she was a slüt but was she really? She strutted around the officer in those short skirts and low cut blouses but was she ready for me to have my way with her? She listened to commands, but was she ready for the playroom? Was she ready for me to whip and cane her? Was she ready for me to use and abuse all of her pretty holes?

“Yes,” she whispered, her pupils dilating.

I placed my hand lightly on her cheek and she smiled.

“I want to let you know what you should expect, Genevieve. I’m not into vanilla s*x. I’ve got a... kink,” I admitted.

She gulped, taking in a deep breath.

“What kind of kink,” her little voice asks, eyes still wide.

“I’m a sadist,” I stated boldly.

“I want to hurt you, Genevieve. I want to spank, whip, and cane you. I want to fill all of your holes, at the same time. I want to tie you up so tight you can’t move a fûcking muscle. I want to pull your hair and I want to fûck you hard. I want to see my red hand prints on your àss and I want tears running down your sweet, pretty face.”

I stroked my thumb across her cheek as I watched her suck in a ragged breath and I saw her nîpples pebble against her dress. That was a good sight, I guess.

She still hadn’t said anything after a moment. Had I scared her?

“Genevieve,” I begged, “Please say something, Princess.”

She shut her eyes for a moment and when they opened again they were pitch black, only the whites visible.

“Yes,” she whispered, “I want that.”

I felt relief flood through me. I wanted her to want what I wanted and she did.

I composed my self before I let my emotions run wild. I still had to tell her the rules.

“Alright then, Genevieve. First, when we get into my playroom you are to address me as Sir, Master, or Daddy, whichever one you prefer, though, I prefer Daddy most of all. Do not call me Dominic, Dom, or Mr. Blackstone. I will instantly punish you, without warning. Do you understand?”

She nodded, eyes wide.

“Second, do not look me in the eyes unless I ask you to. Do you understand?”

She, again, nodded.

“Third, I need you to listen to every command I give you. If you do not listen the first time I will instantly punish you. Do you understand?”

Her lips parted and she took in a huge breath, exhaled, then nodded again.

“Fourth, do not speak unless I instruct you to. Do you understand?”

She licked her lips, then nodded.

“Finally, I need you to come up with a safe word. It seems that I am the first dominant you’ve ever been with so I doubt you’re ready for everything I have planned for you tonight. Think of a safe word now, Genevieve.”

I gave her a moment then asked, “Do you have one?”

She nodded, smiled, and whispered, “Muffin.”

I smiled at the innocence of the word but made my expression stern again.

“Can you remember that? It’s very important you don’t forget your safe word. If at any moment you can’t take any more I need you to immediately say that. At that moment I will stop what I am doing and give you a moment to collect yourself and we will assess how you feel. At this moment I will allow you to speak freely to let me know what you’re feeling. Do you understand?”

She nodded, still smiling.

I bring my hand down from her face and trace down her throat, sliding my fingers over her shoulders. I was so ready for all of this skin to be covered in hickeys. I was so ready to brand her.

“Is there anything at all that you’re against? Any names you don’t want me to call you? Any part of your body you don't want me to hit, spank, or slap? Anything you don't think you’ll be comfortable with? Because once we go into my playroom I will not allow you to speak unless I tell you to do so. I will have my way with you and you will take everything I give you. Tell me, now, if there’s anything you feel uncomfortable doing.”

She furrowed her eyebrows, thinking, “What do you mean? Gi-give me an example.”

“Slût,” I knew she didn’t mind that word but added it just in case, “Whöre, Bîtch. Do any of those bother you?”

She thought for a moment and shook her head. Good.

“Would you be uncomfortable if I slapped your cheeks? Your püssy? Your thighs?”

She blushed at the harshness of my words, such an innocent gesture.

“No, I don't think I will mind.”

I run my hand back up to her neck and lightly squeeze the sides, hindering blood flow, not air flow, “Does this bother you?”

“No,” she moans, eyes still on mine.

I growled and pulled her to me by the back of her neck and mashed my lips into hers. She complied, bringing her hands up into my hair and lightly scratching at my scalp. She moaned into my mouth and I sucked in her bottom lip and bit it gently.

I pulled away and turned, “Grab those waters. We will be needing them,” I stated, walking from the kitchen and up the stairs.

Standing in front of the seemingly innocent white door I punched in a code and pushed the handle down, opening the door a crack.

“Do you remember the rules, Genevieve?” I asked her.

She nodded, eyes glued to the door, curious but ready for what was on the other side.

I grabbed her chin and forcefully turned her face to look up at me, “Do you remember your safe word? Remind me what it is.” I commanded.

I remembered what it was, but I needed to know that she did. She could forget all of the rules but the one thing she couldn’t forget was her safeword.

Once I go into this room I am no longer professional businessman and CEO Dominic Blackstone. I am Dom, a commanding, ruthless, self-serving dominant, and only Genevieves’ safeword will save her from that side of me.

“Muffin,” she whispered, tongue parting her lips, wetting them.

I dropped her chin and opened the door, ushering her over the threshold of either her worst nightmare or her greatest dream.