Serving Mr. Serrano

Easing Into It

Serving Mr. Serrano was hard work.

Between the middle-of-the-night sessions and having to keep up with his supernatural stamina, I was always exhausted. Seriously, the man's s****l appetite was insatiable. Every appointment seemed to fuel his hunger, making him this ravenous, barbaric thing whose sole purpose was to f**k us both into a coma.

Which would be a bad thing if I wasn't as needy for him as he was for me. It's the only reason I put up with all the late-night rendezvous and am able to match him thrust for thrust when we f**k.

Unless I'm tied up…

Which happens more often than you think, actually. Now that we had a contract dictating the boundaries of what we couldn't and couldn't do to each other, Dominic had been stepping things up a bit.

Role-playing scenarios, s*x toys, extreme sadism, experimental bondage positions, sexy outfits. And then there were the gruelling punishment sessions every Saturday where I had to account for any and all indiscretions incurred that week. Yes, it hurt like a b***h, but by the time he was done, I was so wet, so turned on that I was begging for him to f**k me. Anywhere, to quench the need churning in my belly.

And he always did.

With a hand wrapped around my throat, eyes glaring down into my own with an unmatched intensity, Dominic f****d me like a man possessed.

It was addictive.

Intense.

Overwhelming.

But then, so was he.

And despite whatever reservations he has about relationships, he couldn't deny that our dynamic had changed drastically from our first night together.

For one, he didn't wield his dark, intimidating presence as a weapon against me anymore. If anything, he does his best to make me comfortable. Like how after each appointment, Dominic dedicated an hour exclusively to my aftercare. He left it to me to decide how to spend the hour, but I'd never had the pleasure of this thoughtful gesture before, so I wasn't entirely sure how to go about it.

We tried cuddling once, but we both hated it. It felt awkward, uncomfortable and just flat-out weird to have Dominic in particular spooning me as I drew up a list of chores I had to finish when I got home.

He was eerily silent, his foot moving constantly. I could tell by the consistent pounding of his heart that he was itching to get up and do anything other than this. It was very hard for him to sit still, I'd noticed. He was either always bouncing his foot or fiddling with his manicured nails while staring into space.

So we tried other things instead.

Sharing meals, watching episodes of Supernatural, listening to different genres of music. He let me talk about all the movies and series I enjoyed, while he bathed me in the tub and applied ointment to my bruises. He listened with a concentrated frown on his face - always a frown - and then asked insightful, thoughtful questions about the subject.

Of course, he's been known to go off on his own tirades about certain topics - music, travel, books. I hung onto his every word while he talked. It was difficult not to when the man had such a commanding presence. His voice was also the stuff of wet dreams and dirty fantasies. Plus, I liked the idea that I was among the few people in the world who knew that Dominic Serrano actually enjoyed listening to the Blues in the evenings.

Tonight we're listening to FKJ's French Kiwi Juice while sharing our weirdest s*x stories. I recalled one of my adventures while he worked this crazy expensive conditioner into my damp curls, that familiar frown knitting his brows together. His fingers combed through my hair, loosening the knots as carefully as possible.

"So, you were new to the world of premium clients," he encouraged, getting to work on another section.

"Relatively new, yes. I'd only had three high-profile clients before that. One woman and two men."

"You'll have to share the former with me some time."

I rolled my eyes, and Dominic flashed a small grin.

"He was younger than the guys I'd had before. Thirty-two, and a lawyer. Said he was going through a lot of s**t at work, so he needed to release some of it in a healthy way."

"Naturally."

"So… we drew up rules, came up with safe words and all that usual s**t. Contract was signed, we agreed on a date and he sent a car to pick me up at LPM. I get there, and I'm manhandled into this room with crazy b**m equipment and he just left me there for the longest time. When he came back, I was already naked, waiting - as per his instructions - on the bed with my hands in that position you all seem to like. You know, the one where you–"

"Kneeling?"

"Yes. Sorry. The word got away from me there. So anyway, we start pretty small with me standing in the inspection poses. He fondled, pinched, cupped–"

Dominic suddenly yanked my head back, and my eyes snapped upwards to lock with his. His expression was dark with an emotion all too familiar lately, and he cupped the back of my neck possessively.

"I don't need the full play-by-play, pet."

"Jealous, Serrano?"

"Hardly," he replied, letting go.

His gaze returned to my hair, half-done at this point, and resumed his duties. I bit down on my lip to keep from smirking at his jealousy, and told the rest of my story.

"So he eventually bound me to the bed, blindfolded me, then left me spread eagle on the bed. He worked through a shelf of toys, some very big–"

Another dark glare.

"It's important to the story," I insisted, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Are you trying to add to your already long list of indiscretions?"

I shook my head, widening my eyes innocently while he stared, his expression hardening. "No."

"Excuse me?"

A tingle ran up my spine, and the urge to tease and provoke him grew stronger the longer he stared at me. But I'm reluctant to test his patience. He'd already shown me more leniency than I deserved since we began this arrangement. I shouldn't push my luck.

"No, Dominic."

"Good. Now, get to the point."

"So, after a lot of… stimulation, the client put away the toys and got on the bed. We were right in the middle of everything, you know, going at it hot and heavy. When he suddenly stopped and pulled out. Next thing I knew, he was on the ground. I managed to pop one of my thumbs out of its socket and yanked my hand free, pulling the blindfold aside to see what's going on. This motherfucker was lying on the floor, literally having a f*****g epileptic attack. I managed to get free somehow, so I grabbed my phone and called an ambulance while trying to help him. His eyes rolled back into his head and he was just stuck. I remembered this thing they told us in school and cushioned his head, and sat beside him through the whole thing.

"The ambulance got there about ten minutes later, and he was literally still jerking on the floor. I went with him to the hospital, and they were asking me all of these questions like I knew what the f**k was going on. All s**t went to hell when the wife showed up, of course, and started accusing me of trying to kill her husband."

Dominic chuckled, the sound deep and low in his throat, his dimples flashing momentarily before I swatted at him.

"Did you get arrested?"

"Yes! I'm just really f*****g lucky he recorded the session or I would have probably been charged with something. Turns out he took a couple of drugs beforehand to enhance his performance…"

"Lucky for you he was a pervert."

I turned around, swatting at his soapy hands with my smaller ones.

"Hey, you know what-"

He grabbed both my wrists and turned me around, sitting me back down on the bench with more force than necessary.

"Stop- Stop it. I was just teasing. Goddamn it. Relax."

"It's not funny, okay? There were gang members in that holding cell and one of them demanded I finger her in exchange for a sandwich."

Dominic laughed. I don't mean one of his quiet snickers or those sarcastic smirks, but a genuine, full-body chuckle that lit up his eyes and crinkled the corners with amusement. Despite my irritation, I can't help how my lips quirk up at the corners. It's this deep, rough sound that kind of draws your attention. Then there's this sudden break where he draws in a deep breath, before he jumps back into it. It's adorable, yet manly at the same time, so I can't help but join in with my own husky chuckle.

"I had no idea you even knew how to laugh," I said when we had both calmed down.

"I don't do it often, honestly," he confessed, braiding my hair down my back with practised, nimble fingers. He gently tugs at the end, and I rise from my seat on the bench. His single, hard spank sends me hurrying towards the shower. I turned the water on, adjusting it until it's on the right side of scalding hot.

Dominic joins me then, grabbing my pink scrub loofah from the hook on the wall. After squeezing out a generous amount of rosewater body wash, he starts his usual routine.

Once across the shoulders, then a gentle scrub of both arms before taking each hand to clean under my nails. He moves to my chest, taking his time to wash my t**s and taut belly. His gaze is intense, dark and intent as he follows the path of his hand.

From there, he turns me around so I'm facing the other way and scrubs my back in small, soapy circles. Then comes my ass, which he soaps with extra care because of the painful welts marking the soft flesh.

"I thought I told you to get your shoulder checked last week."

"And I will," I vowed, flexing. "I'm seeing Doc on Wednesday to discuss birth control."

He turned me again, which is new. I watched Dominic drop to his knees in front of me, his hands trailing down the length of my body until he had one of them around my calf. I placed my hands on his shoulders to balance, and looked down at the top of his head, a slow smile spreading across my face. His grasp tightened around my right calf and I shifted my balance to my left leg so he could lift and wash the other.

Dominic's hands on me, his face so close to the place I needed him most, caused that familiar ache in my belly to spread until I was damp between the thighs.

He puts the leg down and squeezes my left calf. He washes this leg as thoroughly as he scrubbed the first, and slowly puts it down. His right hand ran a hot path up my inner thigh until his knuckles brushed against my mound, which he cups firmly in his palm.

He tilted his head back, and our eyes locked. I knew I was already wet for him, but his fingers pushing inside me had me gushing around his fingers.

I shook my head when he licked his lips, even though I desperately wanted his touch there.

"Dominic, we don't have time-"

A warning squeeze and a whispered, "Spread," is all it takes to stop my protests. I do as I'm told and inch both feet apart, gasping when his tongue teases between my legs, his nails digging into my ass. My eyes drift shut and I moan in delirious bliss at his ministrations, loving his tongue on me.

He hooks one leg over his shoulder, and I'm forced to put my hand on top of his head to balance, then run my fingers through the mass of curls to grab a fistful.

I cursed, throwing my head back as the sensations washed over me. My mind went blank as my basic instincts took over.

Shit, I've never felt anything like this. I'd describe it as riding in a really fast car driven by a drunk monkey. A car with no brakes and no seatbelts, speeding down a steep decline with absolutely no way to stop except to crash. But instead of an excruciating death, your entire being explodes with gut-wrenching, earth-shattering, pure elation. It's been weeks, and I'm still shocked at how amazing it feels.

Insane, right?

It's f*****g insane.

When he's done, he washes my body all over again and then sends me out to dry my hair while he finishes his shower. I hobbled towards the counter to brush my teeth and then unbraided my hair. Dominic stepped out of the shower just as I'm wrapping up, and he stopped to place a small kiss on my cheek before grabbing his own toothbrush.

"I'm going to be too sore for anything tomorrow morning."

"You could have stopped me at any time," Dominic said, taking the tube of toothpaste from the counter.

"f**k you," I whispered, walking awkwardly towards the door.

"What?"

"Nothing," I said in a sing-song tone.

There's movement behind me. The sound of plastic, cardboard, and then the unmistakable crackle of the foil wrapper. I glanced back, saw him slide the latex on his c**k with this malicious grin on his face.

"Goddamn it. Dominic-"

He moves, and I have just a second to react before he grabs me. Dominic nudges me against the wall of the bathroom, picking me up and plunging his c**k inside me. I scream, holding onto him like a lifeline as he buries his face in my neck.

"I didn't mean-"

"Oh, I know exactly what you meant," he growled, biting into my earlobe.

We f**k savagely, our movements frantic and irregular, our rhythms not matching whatsoever but it doesn't take away from the pleasure we both feel. If anything, it has us both grinding and groaning like animals desperate for release. I claw and he bites, both of us bucking in a frenzy.

I explode with a scream that echoes for several seconds, his hand supporting my hurt shoulder. Dominic goes f*****g mental, banging me so hard against the wall that my head slams into the marble.

With a grunt, he sets me on my feet in front of the counter, turning me so I'm bent over. It's there that he unleashes that raw, devastating hunger for me. His hand around my throat prevented me from breathing, but my own sickening need for him made me crave rapturous release more than air.

Unhinged by my reaction to his violent f**k, Dominic finally comes. I am disappointed that I can't feel the hot, irregular spurts of his release inside me because of the latex.

But then I opened my eyes and met his gaze. There I saw awe, wonder and gratification. Pure and unconcealed.

But he wasn't done.

Dominic brushed the hair off my face, then carried me back to bed. After tossing me on the mattress, he descended on me like an incubus, starving for my body.

Maybe if we weren't so horny, we might have noticed dawn painting the sky a pale blue with vivid rays of orange. But we were so wrapped up in each other that by the time the sun had come out, Dominic and I were both fast asleep. Exhausted and drained, limbs tangled in a warm, comfortable embrace.

***

I woke up at noon.

Warm, exhausted and sore.

I blinked at the glare of the sun through the open balcony doors, the sheer curtains floating gently in the breeze drifting in from outside. Rubbing my eyes, I sat up and looked around the room, sniffing the air at the hint of bacon.

I reached over to Dominic's side, touching the empty pillow to judge how long he's been up. Not long, since it was still relatively warm. I reached for my phone on the bedside cabinet, laid back on the bed and rolled onto my side. I unlocked my phone, checked emails and texts to see what I had planned for the day.

An appointment with an accounting firm to design a new security system. A text from Yara asking if I could help her with a 3-D walkthrough of her restaurant. Attached below were pictures of the interior of the restaurant, as well as some ideas of what she wanted.

I agreed to meet with Yara after twelve and the senior partners of the firm around three, so I would have enough time to discuss the specific details of the project. I eventually got out of bed, showered and brushed my teeth. After putting on a matching red lace lingerie set, I covered up with a sheer, mesh robe with eyelash lace trim. I made my way out of the bedroom, my feet silent on the wooden floor.

I found Dominic in the dining room, sitting at his usual seat, reading the paper and sipping his tea from a black cup. On the table was a variety of breakfast foods and beverages, including coffee. I smiled at the scent of bacon, practically floating towards the table at this point.

His gaze snapped upwards at the growl of my stomach and he set down his iPad, granting me his full attention. I sat down on his lap, hating that he was already dressed in one of his handmade suits.

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"I tried," he admitted, kissing me on the cheek. "But you literally tried to punch me in the face and narrowly missed kicking me in the testicles."

I winced, leaning in to return his kiss. Dominic wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer.

"Sorry."

"It's fine. I knew you'd eventually wake up when you smelled-"

"Is there always this much food?" I asked, turning my attention back to the buffet.

Before he could respond, I leaned back and reached for his bowl, pulling it closer. After examining the contents, I stabbed a piece of fruit and ate it.

"f**k, that's fresh. Like, just harvested fresh."

"I can't stay long. I have a meeting in an hour."

With a firm squeeze of my ass, Dominic bounced me on his knee to try and get my attention. But there was food everywhere and I was just starting to realise how hungry I was.

"Eden.

To shut him up, I picked a large cube of mango and pressed it to his lips. After a second of hesitation and a pointed look, he opens his mouth and accepts the fruit.

"You know, our conversation last night got me thinking. There are so many dirty, depraved fantasies I'd like to fulfil."

His gaze drops to my mouth, where I've just placed another wedge of mango. He watches it disappear between my lips, then tightens his hold on me as I chew and swallow.

"Just what exactly did you have in mind, pet?"

With a knowing smirk, I placed the fork back on the table and reached into the bowl with my fingers.

"Don't you have a meeting in an hour?"

"They can wait," he growled, gaze growing darker.

Again, he accepted the fruit and chewed, slowly this time. I licked the juice off my fingers, my gaze locked with his and I leaned closer. I kissed him, pressing my body against his with a soft moan. I reached for his tie, slowly undoing it while his hands reached into my robe and unclasped my bra.

"Well, for starters…"