Indulge: Second Chance Romance

15 – Good Girl

Ellie

Every cell burned as I dropped to the ground in front of him. Looking over my shoulder, I found his honey-pot eyes boiling—like he had imagined this a thousand times and had been waiting just for me.

“You said you needed protein before you could take any more, Dove. So come get it.”

To me, his c**k looked impossibly huge, thick and veined, but it fit perfectly in his hand. The full, steady stroke he gave himself was utterly brazen.

No shame. No hesitation. Just pure confidence and lust colliding in the slow, deliberate tug.

My inner walls clenched and ached against the emptiness. He didn’t move forward. Didn’t push or repeat himself. DJ had told me what he wanted, and it was clear that it was the only way I was going to get what I had asked for.

It seemed counterintuitive, but maybe—maybe I could tease him well enough that he’d lose control and give me what I craved.

With that wicked thought pressing out the rest, I leaned forward, lips parting as I took him into my mouth. Heat surged through me, flooding every inch as his taste hit my tongue.

I was so hot, so hungry; sucking him down helped the ache, but not the thirst for more. The thick weight of him filled my mouth, and I imagined it exactly where I wanted it between my legs. I was so wet it stung.

Moaning against him, incoherent and desperate, I rolled my hips as if he were already inside me, pretending mind over matter could make it so. The fantasy and reality bled together until I was whimpering around him.

“f**k, Dove…” His voice cracked, and I looked up to see every muscle flex, his mouth hanging open as his chest heaved. “Just like that…”

His thick fingers curled in my hair, guiding my pace as I bobbed along his shaft, taking as much as I could. Saliva slicked my lips, dripping down my chin as I swallowed him greedily.

“Swallow every last drop.” His fist tightened around my pigtail as he held me down. Salty ropes spurted into my throat, and I obeyed, swallowing it all, taking every bit of him.

“Good girl,” DJ breathed, riding it out, his chest rising and falling as the words sank into my bones. I had never felt so scrumptiously bad.

When he pulled away, telling me to brush my teeth, I hid my disappointed pout, reminding myself that the orgasm count was already toppled in my favor. He disappeared into his suite rather than mine, leaving me buzzing and breathless.

“Come here,” DJ called when I was finished. I padded in, still naked, every cell firing as if I had been lit from within.

The obedience was rewarded instantly. His arms scooped me up against his iron chest, then dropped me back onto the fresh sheets of his bed. He knelt at the foot of it, spreading me open like a feast before him.

His tongue unleashed itself between my folds. The vibrating ring was back in place, pressing against me as his huge tongue drove in and out. My knees were tossed over his shoulders while he devoured me like a man starved.

The slick, relentless drag of his tongue pushed deeper than I thought possible, every lap brushing the sensitive piercing of his barbell against my g-spot until stars burst behind my eyes. His palm ground mercilessly against my clit, the low, explosive hum of vibrations echoing through me.

I shattered on his face, unable to hold back. The sound that ripped from my throat was primal, broken, my hips jerking as he drew it out of me until I could barely breathe.

Panting through the aftermath, I looked up to find my lover grinning like he’d just conquered me—and he had.

“Like I said, Dove, there is a lot of me, and you need to be more specific. Otherwise, I’ll use every wicked thought and deviant device I have to do what you ask.”

“I’m not sure that’s a deterrent, D.” I laughed breathlessly, my body limp but my nerves still sparking.

“It wasn’t meant to be.” DJ leaned in, voice conspiratorial, lips brushing my ear. “I prefer you giving up that control. Letting me show you all the things you haven’t even imagined yet.”

My head rolled against the pillow, eyes wide. There couldn’t possibly be more.

“There is.” He chuckled, answering my thoughts again.

I covered my face with both hands, laughing despite myself. “Am I that easy to read, or just thinking out loud?”

“Maybe I’m a vampire who can read your mind.” His teeth grazed my neck, presenting the wicked alternative.

A few more minutes of joking and aftermath, he finally got me up to get dressed as promised. Right on time, our food arrived.

Through the meal, DJ went through the properties on my schedule for the day, eliminating half of them.

“You can go another time, if I don’t convince you by tonight,” he offered, finishing his orange juice.

“What makes you so convinced this could work?” I blurted out, defensive even though I didn’t mean to be. I still couldn’t wrap my brain around it. “All I know about b**m is Fifty Shades of Grey, and I’m not into getting whipped.”

“That’s fine. I’m not a sadist. Though I think you’re more of a masochist than you let on.”

My brows knit, his words sparking something I didn’t want to admit.

“In simple terms, there are many branches of b**m. Sadism and masochism are the staples people know. The rest is as varied as the people who step into it.”

I tilted my head, listening, willing to know more.

“The first rule of any relationship is communication.” He posed it as a statement, but also a question. I found myself nodding. “There also has to be trust and mutual respect.”

I nodded again, and he waited for the acknowledgment before continuing.

“So when you look at it like that, dynamics or b**m relationships have the same foundation as vanilla ones.”

That seemed too simple for something that felt so complicated.

“In the lifestyle, it’s easier than traditional hookups—at least in my experience.”

I must have given away my confusion because DJ explained without hesitation. “Even when we’re not talking about permission for extremes like whips and bondage, it’s a matter of finding the right fit.

-Like people going to a bar for a hookup. Everyone knows what they’re there for, and the expectation that two people won’t see each other again is unspoken.”

“I guess so. I really don’t have much experience in that arena.” I looked down at the table, cheeks heating.

“This kind of thing relies on open communication and honesty. If someone likes whipping and the other doesn’t, it won’t be satisfying for either, so there’s no point.” He shrugged, casual and honest.

“I can’t say I wouldn’t be into tying you to the bed or slapping your ass if the mood hits, but really—what you’re already doing is exactly what I’m looking for.”

“Huh?” I blinked at him, surprised.

“I wouldn’t have asked if you didn’t check all my boxes, Ellie.” DJ chuckled, and my chest squeezed when he said my real name. I struggled to remember when I had even told him.

“Like I said, just give me a day. If you want to continue, we will, and I’ll answer all your questions. If you don’t, then we’ll go our separate ways.”

That didn’t sound convincing, though maybe that was because it felt like fate had already been decided. I’d be insane to turn him down, but I didn’t understand it either.

“Please.” His fingers slid into mine, and for the first time, his confidence slipped into something that sounded like a plea. It silenced every protest.

“Okay. Just today.”

The sweet smile that spread across his lips turned into an electric grin. “Then we better get started before I tie you to the bed.” DJ winked, helping me up and carrying me to the door.

“Is this a thing?” I asked, dazed, as he held me close.

“For what I have planned, I need your legs well rested.” His whisper was suggestive enough to send my brain spiraling. His palm smacked my ass, firm and claiming, as we walked down the hallway.

Of course, Ben and Lyrin weren’t far behind, but DJ didn’t let me fret about it. Instead, he leaned in so only I could hear. “If they tell us to get a room, should I say I own the hotel, or just close the elevator doors in their faces?”

I chuckled, tightening my hold on his neck as I laughed, thinking about either option.

“Who cares what they say?” I kissed him, letting go of everything else. Forgetting them, the world, my problems. All of it dissolved into the passionate, tongue-heavy kiss.

By the time we reached the lobby, I was back on another planet again—wondering if I really did have to work, or if I could spend another day letting this god of a man consume me.