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Celeste
His kiss is heaven; his touch is fire
His heart is ice, his love inexistent
But can his dominance be my happiness?
Michele
Her stubbornness is joy.
Her fragility is excitement.
Her love? I don’t want it.
But her submission? I want it forever.
She won the game but is she bound to lose?
Enjoying Punishment is the fifth book of the series that tells the story of a destined meeting between Celeste Hawkins-Thatcher, a spoiled heiress, and a dominant Mafia prince, Michele Colombo.
The real Game of Doms has commenced! Celeste and Michele are ready to find joy in the punishment they seek from each other. But what if their past causes trouble in their exciting game? Will they win the prize their heart desires? Or will the prize break it all apart? Find out in this exciting new series from the top-selling author of The Bad Blue Curvy series.
DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for mature audiences of 18 years and above. It contains explicit sexual, BDSM, and some violent scenes intended to satisfy the darker fantasy Catherine’s readers have.
All is a game to him.
This fact should disappoint me. Discourage me from staying with him. Stop me from letting myself fall deeper into him. Michele Colombo sees me only as a playmate despite the hint of romance we seem to have.
But how can I resist the twinkle in his eyes and the joy of his smile? He loves dominating me while teaching me to be strong. With Michele, I can be myself – a woman wishing to be a damsel in distress and a brave adult at the same time. But he gives me the feeling of not being able to live without him but strong enough to live my life. Ironic, but I like it.
“Let’s specify the rules, shall we?” Michele says while putting a plate of blueberry pancakes in front of me.
I look at him with an eyebrow raised. He sure knows how to cook and plate. Michele takes a piece of the pancake, puts it in his mouth, and slides it into mine. I giggle while we jointly chew it with our tongue.
“How is it?” he asks.
I cup his cheeks and kiss him again before answering, “Scrumptious.”
He chuckles and caresses my face. When our gaze meets, his eyes look at me differently. My heart stops again. I want to open his head and see what he's thinking. I understand most of his reactions and nuances now, but I can't stop doubting this look from him. He looks at me like I'm the most precious thing to him, but I also see his curiosity of why he wants me in his life.
I've already taken a risk in loving him. Getting another heartbreak or frustration is no longer new to me. But I still fear that if he breaks my heart, I can no longer mend it. I can never find another man who fills it with happiness as he does. Even if I don't know where it emanates from.
Michele’s eyebrows meet when I take a deep breath while looking at him. I quickly put on a smile and massage his eyebrows. He makes things complicated. I want him to control and punish me. Yet I want him to love me. I don’t know if it’s possible for a man like Michele. He has been clear from the start. We will only have a game but never a romance.
“Do you want it on contract?” I ask.
Michele takes a hot pancake, puts some jam on it, folds it, and bites it like a man. Hah! Everything he does looks so manly, sexy, and everything most men in my life never were. Most? I only had two men in my life before him. One is my gay husband, who ran off with his lover after robbing me of everything I own – down to my last cent. The second one ran off after my husband robbed me.
I lived a life of luxury where people thought I always got what I wanted. But it was a façade. The truth is that I didn't have anything that I could say as my own. My mother took control of everything for me upon my father's death. Upon her death, my husband substituted her. I had to follow their rules to continue living without fear of having nothing.
Had I known that having nothing would lead me to this man, I would have to risk everything.
“Everything needs to be in a contract, baby girl,” Michele places his table next to mine before pulling me near him. “It is important in this kind of lifestyle.”
Does this man love me, or is he obsessed with me?
A few weeks ago, Michele tried to push me away from his life by surrendering. He made me believe that he never cared for me. It took my best friend, Janice, to snap him back to his senses. But I think Janice scared the hell out of Michele about losing me. I never thought of him as the clingy one, but he seems to be that kind.
Michele always wants me close to him. He looks for me at every turn. My lips are about to swell since he kisses them every time our eyes meet. I was in love and married, too, but none of them showered me with this much affection. I'm not complaining but enjoying it. It's just something new to me.
“I wonder what’s a good punishment for you," I give him a teasing look. Michele looks at me while munching his pancake. He stops chewing when I add, "How about you can't kiss or touch me for a whole day?"
An objection shows across his face, but Michele doesn't like losing. He turns the chair around, forcing me to face him. I shriek when he suddenly pulls me and positions me on his lap. Ah! I don't know if I should be thankful for being a curvy petite or hate it. Michele always takes advantage of my size and carries me like I’m as light as a feather.
“Michele!” I exclaim when he suddenly gropes my breasts.
Before I can say another word, his mouth gags mine. His tongue wiggles deep inside and lets me taste the blueberry pancake through his mouth again. As always, my body becomes a slave to his touch. My tongue fences against his while I push my chest out to give him better access to my tits.
“Are you sure you can handle how you’ll punish me?” Michele teases while nuzzling my neck.
I want to frown, but I moan instead. Exactly how am I gonna win the Game of Doms with me surrendering to his every touch? Our new game hasn’t started, yet I’m already letting him win.
#
Can’t kiss or touch her for a whole day? It's a real punishment and not part of the game. Celeste has just given me the best motive to win it.
The Game of Doms.
Celeste thought of it at the spur of the moment. She looked flustered when she suggested it. Another game with her? It’s making things riskier between the two of us. It can push me closer to admitting that I’m in love with her. Something that I shouldn’t do. The moment Celeste knows about my true feelings for her, she might end up loving me more.
Loving me. I don't know how to be held by a woman who is in love with me, but I'm sure that Celeste is in love with me. I still doubt how much she loves me, but I know her reason is more genuine than other women.
It’s not the first time women have loved me – or so I think. There’s Martina, who I thought I fell in love with. But what I had with her is the duckling syndrome. She’s the first woman who showed me control. I mistook falling in love with control as falling in love with her.
Martina admired me as a student and adored me as a sub, but she never loved me. When I was ready to become a dom, she ended things between us. I got friend-zoned, teens might say.
Some women claimed to love me, but many loved my money more. Just like my slave, Anika. I showered her with things and showed her kindness outside our contract. She misinterpreted it as her being special to me. Anika saw it as an opportunity to get a rich man by her side. It's not unusual for a master to fall for his slave. But I'm different.
Martina taught me to stick to the rules and the stipulation of the contracts. It doesn’t only cover the compensation, limitations, and waivers. It is also a constant reminder that I should not fall in love with my sub or slave. Martina has been honest with me. People like us enjoy this lifestyle but easily become bored when things go our way. She even suggested that Celeste may only be a phase for me.
I look at Celeste and her child-like beauty. Her pixie-cut blonde hair is a mess but adds a sexy vibe to her; the clarity of her blue eyes emphasizes the sincerity of her smile. Celeste is not that young, but there is still some innocence in her. Naughty innocence. Her mother and ex-husband put her in a box where she could be a brat but dependent on them. Her innocence comes from being ignorant of how to control her own life.
But as she begins to control her life, Celeste’s innate naughtiness shows. Her naughty innocence makes her an intriguing person that is both dangerous and fragile. I want to care for her like my most precious being, but she also gives me the terror I don’t want to have. The terror of losing someone I love.
“Don’t you have an early meeting today?” Celeste asks while still letting me play with her breasts. “I also have to learn how to manage my stocks and apply for some jobs.”
“A job?”
“I want to be an adult now. Just because you gave me back a significant number of shares in the company, I’ll stop my plan,” Celeste reminds me. “As you told me, I control my life now. And this is what I want.”
“And you will have what you want,” I hold her by the nape and lock my lips with hers. “I can help you find a job.”
Celeste shakes her head. “It’s my first step to achieving something by my efforts.”
"But don't you think it'll be odd?" Celeste's eyebrows curve as my question puzzles her. "We're playing this weird game, and yet you will be a teacher for kids."
"I'm teaching kids because that's who I want to be as an adult," she plants quick kisses on my lips before adding, "I'm doing this game as a lover."
The last word must have shocked Celeste so that she chokes and panics. Lover. But I love the sound of it. Before she can take it back or offer an explanation, I gag her mouth with a more passionate kiss. I don’t want things to go deeper between us, but I want to enjoy the moment of being showered by her love. Selfish? I’ve always been. But with Celeste, it isn’t selfishness. It’s becoming an obsession.
“I’ll have Julio fetch you later. Let’s have dinner and visit Martina.”
“Martina? Are we going back to that place again?” Her frown shows her objection.
“You have to learn how to punish somebody the correct way, baby girl,” I tell her. “I told you how dangerous it is to just do things on your own. You need to learn from an expert.”
“No! I saw Martina and saw how she treats those men. You want me to treat you like that?”
I can't help but smile at her words. Celeste always fills me with irony. Her way of caring scares me but makes me crave more. I hold her still and replace her in my lap before she can slide away.
"Those men understand what she's doing to them. It was what they signed up for," I point out to her, but her frown remains. "I'm only giving you a chance to make this game fair, baby. Or do you only wish for me to punish only you?"
Celeste tries to glare at me. But a smile breaks out of her face when I slide my hands on her behind and squeeze it. She had a good time having her punishment. I bet she wants more of it. A stubborn and spoiled woman like her wants to get equal. Hence, she thought of the game.
“I kind of lose it when I’m angry and become violent,” Celeste admits.
I'm aware of it. Celeste can be bold and can throw a great punch. I smile and brush the tip of my nose on her neck before whispering into her ear, "That's why you need to understand how to punish me."
Celeste falls silent for a while before nodding. I comb her hair gently before showering her face with kisses. When I’m about to slide my mouth into hers, she suddenly blocks it with a pancake and slides down my lap.
“Eat your breakfast. We’ve been on each other for twenty-four hours,” Celeste teases while giggling.
#
Hesitation fills me after Martina’s assistant opens a door to a dark room. Michele! I still can't believe I let him talk me into it. I thought we'd be taking the lessons together, but he only sent me to Martina's place after our dinner and left. I don't know what I'm worried about. That I must learn from Martina or that he went to find Anika for his pleasure.
I stop when somebody from the room grunts in pain. My shoulders shake at the sound of a whip landing on something solid.
“Mistress is still in session. But for Master Michele, she’ll allow you to watch,” the assistant tells me.
I roll my eyes with my mouth twitching. Do I have to feel honored about it? I haven’t met Martina for more than ten minutes, and I already don’t like her. The image where she tied her subs and made them sit like dogs next to her in that BDSM School keeps flashing in my head. Just the thought that she did the same to Michele makes my blood boil.
“Please,” the assistant urges me to walk in fast.
I take a deep breath and walk into Martina's dungeon. Her assistant explains that Martina only teaches special lessons at her apartment. Michele tells me Martina teaches men and women to become dominants instead of dominating them. And the first lesson to becoming dominant is learning how to be a sub. Knowing my limitations as a sub will give me the idea of how much control and punishment I can inflict on my sub.
Martina flashes a wicked grin as I step into her play area. I gulp after finding a man tied to a chair. He can't move any of his limbs; a strap holds his head in place. Only his eyes have the freedom to move. I want to turn around and just walk away. I can't do these things to Michele!
Terror wraps me after seeing the man's cock. A clinging plastic covers his cock, preventing it from engorging or showing its arousal. A belt reinforces the plastic wrap to keep it in place.
“You can sit there, baby dom,” Martina orders me.
I want to lash out at her, but something about her reminds me of my mother. She terrifies me and buries my confidence. Martina follows me with her eyes as I sit on the bench. I can't stop myself from admiring her beauty. Martina still looks stunning, despite the fine wrinkles on the edges of her eyes and slightly saggy skin on her neck.
With her confidence, any man would want her. Any man would wish their partners would have the same experience and dominance as her. I frown even more at that thought. Is that why Michele still looks up to her? Does he want me to be like her? Is it why he insists that I learn from her?
I flinch at the sound of the whip. Martina doesn't hit the man, but the sound is torture for him. Still, the man's eyes flicker with delight. I understand the thrill of almost getting hurt or having a slight sting of pain on the skin. But my mind still can’t find logic in it.
Martina grabs the man's restricted cock and steers it around. The gagged man grunts in pain, but his eyes still light up with joy. Martina holds one side of his neck and kisses the other side until she reaches his earlobe. When the man moans, she slaps him.
Michele has spanked me as part of foreplay, but to be slapped on the face? I only hit people on their faces when I could no longer contain my anger. I can do a playful slap but a full swing one? That is tantamount to abuse!
I stand and attempt to walk out of the room. But Martina suddenly declares, "I knew it. You're not fit to be a dom. I don’t know what he’s thinking.”
“What do you mean?” My lips twitch as I try not to retort at her.
“You’re a lover, aren’t you, Celeste?” Martina replies. I give her a puzzled look. She laughs and adds, “A dom can be a lover, but the latter can’t be a former.”
Martina laughs loudly when her words still confuse me. She returns to her slave and teasingly caresses his torso by scratching his skin with her pointy nails. Martina looks at my fingers.
“When did you cut your nails?” I roll my eyes at her. Why would she ask me trivial things? I look at my nails. They used to be as pointy as hers, but I’ve cut them. “It’s for him, right?”
My forehead creases at Martina's discovery. On the first night we shared, I scratched Michele hard because of my sharp nails. I didn't care much about wounding his shoulders and back since I thought he was a gigolo. Janice paid him to satisfy me. I didn't have to be a responsible ... lover.
But after things evolved between us, I became cautious about hurting him. Michele always brings me a surge of pleasure. I can’t help but bury my nails into his skin, fearing that the waves of delight will take me away. My nails leave a mark, but it no longer wounds his skin.
“You can’t let him be hurt, and you agreed to a punishing game?” Martina asks.
She releases the belt restricting the man’s cock. The man shudders as he lets go of the contained pleasure in his shaft. I look away when Martina bends and cleans the cock with her mouth.
“You don’t like watching it, huh?” Martina asks after pulling away from the man’s crotch. She wipes her lips while walking closer to me. I avoid her hand when she tries to touch me. Martina chuckles and tells me, “For someone like you, little girl, sex is only for love. It shouldn't be a game.”
Just how much does Michele share with her? Did she have to know about our games?
“You’re fooling Michele into staying with you through this game,” Martina flatly declares.
I want to swing my hands and slap her face upon hearing it. Truth often irks me. Yes. I'm trying to make Michele keep me through this game.
Michele quickly ended our first game, the “Cumming Game,” by surrendering to me after I got shot. Michele doesn't keep a sexual relationship with the other party. The furthest he can offer is friendship. I don't want to be another "friend" to him.
With my best friend's encouragement, I will make him fall in love with me. It's a difficult mission but not impossible. I'm special to Michele. No man would come and visit a comatose patient for two weeks if he doesn't feel anything for the latter. Michele never left me all those times despite being prohibited by Janice.
I only need him to stay for one game. Then, I’ll just up my game and turn this into romance. I don’t care if my heart breaks, never to be mended again. I’ll give it all for the chance of having him love me.
“He’ll see through it. I believe he already knows it,” Martina claims. "You're only in for a heartbreak, little girl."
I grit my teeth while listening to her. When I look straight into her eyes, an arrogant smile breaks across my face. Martina can't hide her jealousy. She's trying to break my confidence so I'll leave Michele.
Martina has been the woman on Michele's pedestal for so long. She's his teacher, first love, go-to-girl, and perhaps his mother duckling. Martina still has a leash on him despite setting him free. She might be threatened that I'll push her out of Michele's life.
The last thing I want in life is a rival. When I was a child, my father taught me to collect people who could help me and treat them as part of me. Martina can help me with Michele, though I don't like her that much. If I need to treat her with respect, I will.
“At least it’s his heart, right?” I smile at Martina.
My reply elicits a laugh from her. I don't know if it's admiration or not, but whatever it is, it overshadows the jealousy she once had. Martina returns to her sub and releases him from the chair. She opens her corset and exposes her breasts. I wonder if they’re real. But the man doesn’t mind whether they are or not. He quickly places his mouth on one of the nipples and sucks it like a baby.
Martina brushes the man's hair while he pleasures her tits. She looks at me and shakes her head.
It doesn't have any effect on me. I used to be jealous of women having great sex because I wasn't getting any. Now, I'm content with Michele and all of him. I don't need to envy another woman or desire another man.
“Go take a shower, and I’ll bring your reward,” Martina tells the man. He looks at me, greets me with a nod, and leaves the room like an excited kid.
Martina puts on a robe and sits on a clean table in a corner. She offers me the seat in front of her. After some hesitation, I sit in front of her, keeping my spoiled brat façade. But it's no use. Martina can see through me, and Michele has probably told her about my weakness.
“You can’t win this game, Celeste,” Martina declares. “Michele is asking for my help to make the game exciting. It’ll be boring if he gets to punish you without any challenge.”
I bite my lower lip to keep myself from exploding. Michele and I are playing a game, but Martina has no right to tell me that I’m boring. Michele enjoys being with me. I can see the joy in his eyes when I do something that intrigues him. But how long will it last?
Martina’s tiny smile easily crushes my confidence again. Experience is better than intrigue. I am a wild child but never a wild woman. The first night I had with Michele was the only time I hired a gigolo. And it was because I was sexually starved and deprived. More like desperate to address my lust.
I'm not the experimental kind when it comes to sex. All I cared about was satisfaction. Michele is the one who introduced varieties and spice to my lame sex desire. It interests him now to have a student of his own like Martina, but in the end, he will look for somebody with better experience than I have.
No! I refuse to be accused of being boring. My experience may not be wild, but who said I can’t make it one?
I look at Martina, raise an eyebrow, and challenge her, “I will win the game. Wanna bet?”
Martina laughs while shaking her head. She stops and observes me for a while. I keep my poker face to hide the rumblings of my heart. My impulsiveness is about to place me in trouble again. I shrug my worries before I can think of any. So, what if Martina accepts the challenge? How absurd will the stakes be?
"This is why he keeps wanting you," Martina stops laughing and looks at me with challenging eyes. I hold my breath to avoid showing my worry. "You want to play with me, too?"
“What game?” Stop! I should ignore Martina and leave. I have no obligation to play a game with her. But I can’t defeat my stubbornness. Instead of retracting, I give her a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
“How about a spinoff of your Game of Doms?” Martina suggests.
My lips twitch. Does Martina have to share everything with Michele? Is this why she agreed to teach me? Does she want to have the same fun as I have with him? Fun? I’m not doing this for it. I’m doing it to keep him. Something punches my heart.
This wicked witch! She’s using my own game to keep her connection with Michele.
There is more reason for me to just walk away from the challenge. But something about Martina – I don’t know what – makes me believe that I can do it. It’s like pushing her from Michele’s pedestal or perhaps his heart becomes a goal for me.
“Let’s hear the terms,” Celeste! I can feel the other side of myself wanting to hit me in the head. Michele and Martina are like lions, and I’m only a cub. An arrogant one. And as stubborn as one for letting Martina have a chance to say her terms.
“You’ll put on a show for me,” Martina tells me. “Just like what I did for you?”
I tighten my neck to stop myself from gulping. A show? I curl my toes hard to avoid kicking Martina's face. A show?! I saw my first BDSM show when Michele brought me to Martina's BDSM School. I didn't like it. The show with her student just a moment ago filled me with disgust. I'm not going to become like her.
“Changing your mind?”
Martina's question irks me. I take a deep breath, gather all the stubbornness I have, and shake my head. "It's on," I tell her.
I'm not going to put on a show for her. But I don't want to lose to her either.
I only have one option left. I'll win over Michele.
#
I walk into an almost ancient villa and find my father sitting on a porch with tobacco in one hand and a deck of cards on the other. My father sent a message through Julio about playing poker with him. When he invites me to a game of poker, it's not just poker but a real mind game. It's either he wants me to do something for him, or I must give up something.
It's been years since I broke free from his control. I renounced my life as the little boss of his organization, which led to a mess. My father wants me to take back the organization from my cousins, but I continue to refuse.
I have my own multimillion-dollar business, money that can last me a lifetime, and now, Celeste. Living the life of a Mafia boss is not something I would trade those for.
My father resigned from the organization but hasn't given up his hope that I'll take it over again. It's hard to let go of an empire if you built it from the ground up. I understand him. I may have built my business with the help of his Mafia money, but it became an empire because of my hard work. Just as he can't let go of his organization, I can't let go of mine. My businesses being legal are a plus, too.
I check the time and wonder how Celeste is doing with her lessons with Martina. She's one stubborn woman; Martina loves breaking people like Celeste. I chuckle while imagining that petite, blue-eyed blonde scowling at Martina and spatting her impulsive responses. I only wish Martina won't give up on her. Celeste still needs to learn to control her life. I also want to make our new game exciting.
“Should we start talking now?” My father cuts into my thoughts about Celeste. “I planned to have dinner with you, but you already had one with that woman.”
And it starts.
I already have an idea of what this talk will be about. Celeste.
It’s a surprise that my father hasn’t talked to me about her after returning from hiding. He returned after finding out about my cousin's attempt to assassinate me. Some might think he is concerned about my safety. Maybe he was. But it wasn't the reason for his return.
I had the people in the shooting incident punished – through extrajudicial punishments. I did it to avenge Celeste.
But my father saw it differently. He sees it as proof that I have what it takes to take back the organization and continue with it. My father is right about having some underground dogs to release when something or someone troubles me, but to be the leader of those dogs? I don’t want to be.
I'm not looking down at my father's Mafia organization by comparing them to dogs. But that is how businesspeople see them. Some top businessmen maintain their services for protection and underground or illegal jobs. The main business of my father's group is sticking their heads out for the legitimate businessman.
My father saw the light after I started my business. It prompted him to launder the money he had collected from his clients. Instead of using my company, he used Celeste's company through the latter's greedy husband. But my father has no idea about investments. I had to step in to protect his money. It may be dirty money, but I can’t let somebody take everything he worked hard for.
A smile forms across my lips. My father’s weakness as a businessman became an opportunity for me. I did not only add another company to my group. I also found Celeste. But now, my father wants to take control of me just because I became his dummy. I’m not going to let him – especially if it involves Celeste.
“This woman’s ex-boyfriend is an FBI agent who is after me. This also means he is after you," my father has always been a straightforward man. He doesn't even invite me to sit with him before discussing.
As always, he looks at me as somebody lower than him. My father can’t face the fact that I have grown better and bigger than him.
“What are you thinking, Michele?” my father suddenly shouts.
Before I can say a word, he makes his speech about women being our source of weakness. No. Not women but love. Women in our family are only bearers of heirs and nothing else. Some with extraordinary charm can do some underground jobs. But they are women who no one cares about.
“She doesn’t know who you are, does she?”
“What does she have to know about me?” I reply while trying to keep my cool. “I’m a businessman. I love playing games. She knows all of it. It’s the truth, too.”
My father glares at me. What did he expect? I declare myself as a member of his Mafia group when I’m not.
“This woman will only bring you harm.”
Bring me harm? I chuckle at his warning but quickly get slapped by reality. It's not Celeste who'll bring me to harm. I'm bringing it to her. But I'm past that stage now. I've decided not to just play a game with her but keep her. I failed to protect her once; I'll never let it happen again.
"I didn't say anything about that vicious woman who treated you like a dog. Or that woman who acts like your dog. They don't put you in harm's way," my father continues. "I like how they help you become stronger. But this... this Celeste is making you soft. I didn't train to be a leader just for you to become some hopeless romantic."
“Is this why you called me here?” My father frowns as I pretend to be indifferent about his rants. “What I do with that woman or what I feel for her has no connection to you. I told you, Papa. If it’s not about your money, we don’t have anything to talk about.”
I almost drop on the floor when a punch hits my cheek. The salty taste of the blood from my lower lip fills my taste buds as I wipe it with my tongue. It's not something new or unexpected. I always got a punch on the face when I said the wrong things, on the shoulder if I did something against what he wanted. Yes. I grew up with my father's beatings. A necessity for molding me into a better man, he says.
"You became who you are because of me," My father claims after spatting a long line of Italian curses. Again, not something new. I've heard it dozens of times since I became his dummy.
"I told you. If you want to pull out your money, go ahead," I challenge my father before turning my back on him.
I already know what will happen next after he recovers from his shock. My father will start cursing me, telling me how weak I am as a man and how he is unlucky to have me as his son.
I know he treasures me.
Italian Mafias are all about family. Sometimes, it is all for the honor. Sometimes, it is for love. I believe my father is for the former. I am not just his only son but his only child. He has no choice but to treasure me. Though I hate it, there are still some perks. He can't disown me, which gives me an upper hand against him.
“Should I make her disappear?” His threat is something I do not expect.
I stop and look at him. My father is someone who can make it happen. I even suspected that he did that to my mother – forcing her to never see her son. But the latter got used to living without me and never sought me. Hence, I settled that she chose to leave us.
"Never touch Celeste." My father frowns at my warning. I walk closer to him, trying to keep the remaining respect I have for him and repeat, "Never touch Celeste. Or you'll find yourself in a cell with me. With no money and no son.”
My father paled. I don't know if it's because of the threat of losing me or my money. But I lived with the old man for almost twenty years. He will look for a way for his threat to happen and for me to accept it. Damn it. Should I just let Celeste go?
Did he forget?
I look at the clock next to my bed and sigh. It's past midnight and Michele hasn't come home. Home? That is the question. He returned the title of the mansion over to me, but he still has his stuff around the house.
Shit. I'm overthinking things. It's not like we move in together! For the past few days, I stayed in his apartment. When Julio told me that he'll take me home, he took me back to the mansion. Julio only follows Michele's orders. It's my home. It's where our game started. But is it a home for him?
A melancholy feeling suddenly creeps into me. This is how I imagined my life would be when I was younger. I'll be home – waiting for my husband to come home from a meeting. Then, he comes, slightly tired from working the whole day, asks me how my day was after kissing me, talks to me about our kids, and we'll have family time. Maybe some popcorn while watching TV or something.
I grew up a spoiled brat. But deep inside, I'm a simple girl desiring a simple family. Who wouldn't want to live a luxurious life and have a happy family? I laugh a little while thinking about my youthful dreams. I stopped dreaming about it after William and I broke up and I got drowned in immaturity.
Funny that now I'm dreaming of having it again with somebody who doesn't have romance, love, or family on his mind. With somebody who only wants everything to be a game between us. I can't stop wondering how Michele will be if he becomes a husband. Will he change if we commit to being exclusive of each other? Will he be like my father when we have children and treat them like they're the most precious things in the world?
I won’t be like my mother. I will drop everything and give up all the luxuries I have just to have the man I love and my children with me. Celeste! The wishful thinking makes my heartbeat fast, reminding me of the strengthening power of my attraction to Michele. Stop! I tell myself when fear begins to shake my feelings for him.
“Go to sleep, Celeste!” I tell my reflection in a standing mirror in my room.
My decision to love Michele has become a constant choice. I will not let fear falter it. Just as Janice suggested, I'm making it a mission to make him choose to love me, too. The level of my feelings for him may fluctuate every day, but I will always stabilize by choosing to love him. Even if he doesn’t love me back. I’ve always been stubborn anyway.
My heart jumps like an excited kid when the automated gates open. Michele. I rush to the mirror and check myself. Home. He’s home.
I take a deep breath to calm my excitement after stepping out of the room. For almost a week we've been together, and yet I still miss Michele like I haven't been with him for a month. I descend the stairs as he walks through the front door. His eyes twinkle when he sees me.
Who wouldn't miss this handsome, brown-haired man? I love seeing him looking at me like he's in love with me. Though, I'm only assuming it. I want to feel his stubbles brushing against my skin as he showers my neck and shoulders with kisses. Oh, those lips. Those lips!
I rush to him and ask, “What happened?” His lower lip is wounded.
Michele stops me from checking the wound by holding my hands. Before I can ask him about it, he slides those lips between mine, assuring me that he is okay. Michele intensifies his kisses, but I keep pulling away – afraid that I'm hurting him.
“What happened?” I repeat after pulling away from him.
Michele tries to distract me with another kiss, but I stop him and insist on my question. He heaves a sigh and looks at me. We know each other well somehow. Michele knows that I won't stop until I have my answers.
“Didn’t I tell you that I have a great relationship with my father? This is how great it is,” his eyes turn sharp as he speaks. Michele softly smiles and showers me with gentle kisses on the cheeks. “Let’s just sleep tonight.”
I stop digging more into it. With Michele, I always must wait for an explanation about him. He hates explaining things about him and only shares it when he's willing. I stand on my toes, cling to his neck, and comfort him with a hug. I smile when he chuckles into my ears.
“Let’s sleep,” I whisper.
#
Sleep. When was the last time I had one? But the light entering Celeste's room woke me up from a long slumber. It's only six hours, but it's the best night I had. I turn to my side and find Celeste facing away from me. Her smooth nape entices me to brush my lips against her skin and wake her with my kisses, but I resist it. I gently put my hand on her curves and softly brush my thumb against the cloth of her silk pajama. Celeste wriggles and faces me.
“Good morning,” she says with her eyes half-closed. Celeste snuggles into my chest and lightly scratches my skin before whispering, "Five minutes, and I'll cook you breakfast, okay?"
“Sleep all you want,” I whisper and cover her with an embrace.
I suck my lips to stop laughing when I feel her hot lips brushing against my chest. Celeste looks up and greets me with the most beautiful smile I've seen. The world freezes at that moment, leaving me with a desire to have this moment every day of my life.
Celeste holds my face and slides her body higher to level my height. She looks straight at me and showers me with morning kisses with her smile unfading. Each kiss breaks the ice that freezes me. Why stop the world at that moment when I can have more of it?
She crawls on top of me and brushes my hair with her fingers. “You slept well last night, Daddy.”
“And did you?”
Celeste is about to answer when her phone rings. She tries to ignore it by kissing me, but the sound disturbs us. I reach for her phone and decline the call. The phone keeps ringing, prompting Celeste to pick it up.
“This is her.”
Celeste slides down from me with a flustered face. She opens a drawer and checks some papers. Celeste raises a finger at me when I give her a curious look and returns to look at the documents. I rise from the bed and kiss her while she listens to her call.
"I'll cook breakfast," I whisper into her ears.
She smiles and lovingly kisses me. When Celeste turns away from me, I stop and look at her for a while. A spark of jealousy stings me. Who calls her so early and fills her with joy? There are only two people I can think of. Janice and ....
It can’t be William Heinz!
We haven't talked about him since he left Celeste. She hates him for leaving her when she needed him the most. There's no way she'll be happy getting a call from him. But who would call her at this early hour? It's not that early, but for Celeste, it is. She often wakes up at brunch time, and it's two hours before that.
Before I can leave the room to clear my thoughts, Celeste suddenly jumps on my back, clings onto my shoulders, and showers my neck and shoulder with kisses. "Let's celebrate!" she declares before sliding down.
“Celebrate what?”
She faces me and locks her lips with mine for a passionate kiss. Celeste's eyes beam with happiness, which I recognized. It's the same one she showed when I appeared before her at the airport and asked her to be with me.
"I got a job interview," Celeste starts talking about the job as an assistant teacher in a private school for special children.
As her voice pitch becomes higher, my heartbeat becomes rapid. Celeste is a precious person on her own. Many will love her even if I don't. She will always have somebody who will be willing to protect her. They only need to let her bloom, and they would never stop .... loving her.
I don't know what got into me, but I cut her excitement with a kiss. She replies with the same fire. They're the same kisses we always share, but our hearts beat stronger than before – confirming that neither of us wants to be loved by anyone else.
“I’m happy you’re happy,” I whisper to her.
“I am. Let’s have breakfast,” Celeste pinches my face and heads to the stairs. I grab her hand and pull her back. She becomes puzzled when I check her fingers. “Is something wrong?”
I don't know if I'm still breathing, but my heart gallops like I'm out of breath. I look at Celeste's ring finger and her puzzled face. Whatever I think, I am not going to regret it. I take her fourth finger and lick it, swirling my tongue around it.
“What ...”
I gag her with a kiss and tell her, “You’ll always be mine.”
Does she understand it? How can she? Even I don't. Was it a proposal? I hope not. But I sure want her. All of her.
Celeste kisses the back of my hands, smiles, and nods. She brushes the wound on my lips and replies, “I’ll always be.”
#
I throw a crumpled paper towel at Janice while she squeals like a kid in the restroom. My best friend is becoming a fan of Michele. She couldn't stop jumping with excitement when I told her what transcribed at breakfast. My ring finger still tingles as I remember how Michele swirled his tongue around it.
Was it a proposal? Janice thinks so, but I'm not sure. Michele does things that can mean something or nothing. Also, who licks a finger to propose? But a hopeless romantic like Janice thinks that it is a one-of-a-kind proposal.
A proposal? Before Michele admits that he loves me? But who am I to question it? It's much better than getting married to a guy just because my mother said so. Or falling in love with somebody who only wanted my money. But is it a proposal?
My heart still skips like a kangaroo while remembering that moment. Ah! I want to scream hard. Why can't just Michele say what he meant? Michele seems to wear a transparent mask. I think that I know much about him because he presents no pretensions when he faces me, but what I'm seeing is his transparent mask. There's more to discover from him behind it.
“Who is he really?” The thought comes out of my mouth.
“Michele?” Janice asks.
"Come to think of it, Janice. I never really asked who he is except what is already there before me," I explain.
The things I know about him are mostly shallow. He's a handsome businessman, has no good relationship with his parents, dominant, intelligent, fucks great, and in a way – sweet and romantic. I picked up some stuff about him like what he doesn't like or like best, but it's only the seaside of the sea of information that I want to know about him.
“One question, Celeste. Does it matter who he is?” Janice asks.
Before I can even think of a reply to her question, excitement fills me upon receiving a call from Michele. It’s as if in response to Janice’s question. It doesn’t matter who he is if I can have him as mine forever. And me as his.
“Where are you?” Michele asks.
"I'm with the person you hate the most but very thankful of," I tease.
Michele got pissed after I had to leave after breakfast. Janice announced her return and asked to go shopping. If there's one person who can snatch me away from him, it's Janice. I was also a little disappointed since we were about to have a special after-breakfast on the table. But I guess it worked out for the best.
These last few days, all I did was spread my legs for him. It's about time he misses me.
“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” I ask.
I hear Michele snort from the other end. Where is he? I wonder when something like a glass falls from his end. A woman apologizes and offers to bring him another. It's only lunchtime. Is he already at a bar?
“Are you drinking?” I try not to sound flustered, but I couldn’t help it.
“No. I’m just somewhere nice. Missing you,” Michele replies. His voice turns into a whispering one when he asks, “I didn’t see what you put on this morning. What color are your panties, baby girl?”
Janice's laughter echoes through the line while I'm shocked. I walk away from Janice and peek under my jeans. She catches me and laughs even more. I ignore her and tell Michele, "It’s black and purple.”
“Didn’t I tell you black isn’t nice for baby girls?” Michele answers after a sigh.
“I haven’t bought anything pink yet,” I reply while acting snobby.
“Should I get you a dozen Hello Kitty panties?” I can hear him holding back his laughter. “I’m looking at one right now.”
My insecurities kick in and make me frown. “You’re looking at one right now? Is it on somebody's legs or a shelf?"
Michele's deep laugh erases my jealousy. There he goes again.
Shedding some of his masks. Showing how he can be a playful person in his laugh. I wonder when I can free the real him from all the masks he uses to hide his true self.
“On a shelf, of course. I'm imagining you wearing it, and Daddy comes to take it off your kitty." And oh, he sounds so sexy saying it.
Janice walks closer to me. “She’s all yours. I’m giving her up to you again. You better make her enjoy it!" she suddenly yells through the phone. Janice kisses me and rushes out of the restroom before I can say anything.
I raise a diamond ring to check the cut while telling Celeste, “Do you want to start our game tonight?”
There was a long pause on her end. I chuckle when I hear her call Janice and softly discuss stuff with her. I take another ring and compare it with the first while waiting for Celeste to answer. Janice convinces her to accept it even when she’s not ready. I hate Janice for being nosy, but that girl has made things possible for Celeste and me.
“Okay. But we should abide by our rules. I’m going first,” Celeste answers.
"I'm fine with everything," I reply while choosing the last ring. I gave it to the storekeeper while reminding her not to drop it. "Just get ready for my reward after you surrender to your punishment."
Celeste giggles and retorts, “You wish. I have to go and prepare. I lo...” The air becomes quiet when Celeste pauses. She quickly adds, “I’ll see you later.”
The joy of knowing that she loves me makes me chuckle. When the storekeeper hands me the ring, I open the box and imagine Celeste’s face when she sees it. I need to win her game of doms tonight and give her the punishment of being my wife.
“Are you sure about this, Boss?” Julio asks. I scowl at him, but he always speaks his mind even when I don’t want to hear it. “You’re putting her in danger. Not just with your cousins but with your father, too.”
But marrying Celeste is the only way I can protect her without letting her go. She will always be within my arms' reach. I can always keep her close. And when she's with me, no one can touch her. Not even my father.
“I’ll deal with it,” I tell Julio. “Have you checked the school?”
Julio nods and replies, "It seems fine. I think she'll have a good chance of getting in. I don't have to do anything to make sure she gets the job."
Celeste was excited to have her job interview with the school. I worry that she will get frustrated if the school doesn’t take her in. It’s a school for special children, and experience is preferred. Celeste has none. Worse, just a few clicks on Google and her spoiled-brat past will come out. I sent Julio to the school to bribe them, but he said that the school is very much interested in her.
I’m not looking down on Celeste, but something seems off. She told me that they turned down her application a year ago. Why did they suddenly think of her after a vacancy opened? I also checked the other applicants. Many of them have more experience than Celeste. It's as if somebody tries to reel her into being in the school.
"Just continue checking them," I order. My father is capable of pulling some strings. I hope I'm wrong, but I don't want to take the risk.
“Here to shop for a ring?” a familiar voice cuts me.
I turn around and find Martina walking towards me. Julio greets her with a bow and leaves us. She opens her palm, asking me to let her see the ring. I want to refuse, but my level of respect for the woman always makes me submit to her.
“Lovely. It’ll be good on her finger,” Martina comments. She hands the ring back to me and sniggers. “But I didn’t expect you to become such a fool. In love, yes. But a fool?”
Martina's sarcastic laugh irritates me. She showed the same laugh when I confessed my feelings to her when she was teaching me. I'm not capable of love, she told me. I'm too scared of it, she added. The only reason that I think I love her was I wanted to remain in the comfort box she created for me. I realized that it was true. The thrill and comfort as her student or sub were better than being the heir to my father.
Her words may have added to my prejudice towards romance. It also added to my fear of adding weakness to my life. I'm afraid to love but not because I'm scared of it. I'm terrified of losing the ones I love. When Martina turned me down, I decided to heed her advice. Why love when it can make you weak?
But with Celeste, I understand it differently. Her love is making me stronger. Enough that I am willing to jump and protect another person – something I've never done in my life before. It doesn't matter if she's that person. No. I want her to be that person.
“That girl doesn’t keep secrets,” Martina tells me. “What you see is what you get. She doesn’t have to tell you. She shows you. And I bet you see that she loves you.”
“And is that a problem for you?”
Martina caresses my face and answers, “I didn’t accept your love, darling, but I love you. It’s my problem if you’re ruining yourself for one woman.”
“Ruining myself?”
“Look at Anika. You threw that poor girl away. It’s like throwing your control over something you own,” Martina explains. “It’s the same with your freedom. You marry that girl, and you must share control over your life with her. I’ve been there, Michele. And people like us can’t live like that.”
I look at Martina for a while, wondering if she's right. But Celeste has loosened the masks I wear. I'm ready to bury my fears of being weak, losing control, and becoming something I avoid being.
My father and Martina trained me to be someone who doesn't look for love nor needs it. But I love Celeste. Hence, I need her. And if marrying her will keep her mine, I'll do it. If choosing to love her will place her beside me all the time, I will love her.
"My father said I can't live without him. I tried and soared. I thought I couldn't get over you, but I did and became my own person," I remind Martina. I give her a determined look and tell her, "Uncertainties always give me victory."
Martina's lips twitch. Her eyes show frustration. I would also be frustrated upon seeing the beast I created turn into a kitten because of love. But I have made a choice. I may not declare it to Celeste, but like her, I'll show it.
“Speaking of victory. I hope you’ll win this little game of yours," Martina says when I am about to leave. I turn around and face her. "That baby girl of yours challenged me instead of learning from me. Look like you'll be seeing her put on a show for us after she loses."
Martina explains the stakes she and Celeste discussed. Celeste! Her stubbornness is cute but irritating. I frown and look at the ring. Damn it. “You just sealed my defeat, Martina.”
Now I will have to find ways to give Celeste my punishment.
#
I look like an idiot! Who will think I can dominate Michele while looking like a stupid Hello Kitty mascot? I should not have listened to Janice's weird ideas! But I have to admit. They often work well.
Michele walks into my room and almost bursts into laughter. Why wouldn't he? I wear a solid pink corset, matched with a white tutu and striped stockings. A kitten headband adorns my head, a detachable cat's tail hangs on my butt. This isn't dominance! This is bimbofication!
“Lovely costume,” Michele says with the ends of his lips curling.
“I’m here to win," I try to sound confident. "Do you want to take a rest, or should we start?"
“What do you want?”
“I’ll start the timer,” I reply while walking to him.
I remove his jacket and slowly release the buttons of his shirt. Michele tries to kiss me, but I avoid it. My confidence to win the round is already dwindling. A kiss from him will make me surrender.
“You should remember our rules, Daddy,” I put my lips closer to his but pull away before he can kiss me. “My time, my way. You should not interrupt me, or you’ll be punished.”
Michele smirks while I unbuckle his pants. He tries to kiss me again, but I warn him with a glare. Michele growls when I slip my hands on his buttocks and rub my palm against his skin. He snorts when I pull the cheeks to stretch the crack.
“What are you doing?” he asks while removing his shirt. I push my lips closer to his but only stick my tongue and slightly lick his lips and the ridge of his nose. “Somebody’s prepared,” I can feel the tension in his voice.
He deeply breathes when I push his pants to the floor and pull down his boxers. I look straight into his eyes while slowly reaching for his cock. Michele licks his lower lip while I trace his shaft with my palm and wipe the tip with my thumb.
His warm breath lands on top of my hair when I suck the skin of his neck. His chest moves up and down as I shower it with kisses while softly shaking his shaft. I trace the center of his torso with kisses while looking into his eyes. He brushes my hair as I move lower to the top of his crotch.
“Baby,” he mutters when I take his tip into my mouth.
A growl follows it when I push a large part of his shaft into my mouth. He holds the back of my head while I blow his cock. His smile grows as I build tension around his crotch. He chuckles again when I stretch the crack of his butt. He bends down and pulls the end of my tail. I grab it from him.
“This is for you, Daddy,” I say while revealing the butt plug at one end of the tail.
“What?”
“I want you to wear the tail while I ride you,” I draw circles around his crotch using the tip of the plug.
Michele laughs in disbelief. "You're kidding," he declares. I shake my head, and Michele laughs louder. He grabs the tail from me and pulls me up with his other hand. "No."
“My time, my way,” I remind him.
“No,” his eyes sharpen with dominance. He holds my face and forcefully kisses my lips. The plug presses against my cheeks. “Screw the punishment,” he declares before pushing me against the wall.
“Daddy,” I call, acting like I’m objecting.
This is exactly our plan. Janice and I don't believe that I can win against Michele and earn the right to punish him through sex. He will always beat me at that. The only way is for him to break the rules. There's no way he'd let me place a plug inside him.
My body tenses as Michele's aura seems to change. His playfulness disappears, and only a determined person appears before me. His power freezes me, robbing me of my will to object to him. My breathing becomes shaky when he traces my face with the tip of the plug. I wriggle against the wall while he draws lines on my cleavage using the toy.
“Screw the punishment,” he repeats and showers me with kisses.
Once again, I submit to him. I enjoy the heat of his hands – like there are hundreds of them touching me. Michele raises my hands and pushes them on the wall. I keep them pinned as if there's an imaginary cuff holding them.
“Daddy,” I whisper as he unties my costume while licking my skin.
A loud exhale blows from me when he catches one of my tits and sucks it hard. I scratch the walls as he continues to kiss every inch of me. I brush my thighs against each other as his every touch tickles my slit.
“Hello, Kitty,” his playfulness returns as he sees my “Hello Kitty” panties.
Michele slides a hand inside them and lets his fingers explore my crotch. I keep my hands raised despite the tension in my shoulders. The idea of his supremacy over me always wraps me with excitement that I can't escape. Whatever. I already won the round. I get to punish him. This will be my celebration.
Michele faces me while his fingers strum my clit, inducing overflowing juices from my slit. I try to kiss him, but he takes his revenge and deprives me of it. Unfair! This is my time. Not his! But the asshole just knows how to take control of me. I end up moaning in ecstasy instead of objecting to him.
“Daddy,” I give him a warning look when he starts prepping my butt for something.
“You’ll love it,” Michele tells me between kisses.
He imprisons my mouth with a deep kiss while sliding the butt plug between my crack. He pulls a little to let me breathe and gags me again with his tongue inside my mouth. I groan as he pushes the tip into my nether hole. I blow a heavy breath as the plug stretches it. Michele showers me with tiny kisses, hushing the pain of the plug conquering my butt.
"Lovelier," he mutters when the tail becomes secured on my butt. I glare at him, but he erases it by tickling me using the fuzzy tail. "Meow," he teases before kissing me.
He holds his cock and places it between my folds, pushing it to my entrance. He brushes it against my wet slit while I steer my hips against his crotch. My mouth parts from the sting of the plug inside my butt. It closes in a moan when he brushes his cock on my slit.
“Beg for it,” Michele orders.
I want to rebel against his order. Who is he to order me at my time? But Michele has successfully made me desperate for his cock inside me. I swallow my pride, snuggle his chest, and beg, "Please, Daddy."
Ah! Why does he look so sexy with that damn victorious smile? He raises me from the floor and wraps my legs around his hips. Before I can demand that he take the plug out, he thrusts his cock deep into my pussy.
My walls stretch, and his cock brushes against the bulging sides of my nether hole. My body shakes as a tingling feeling travel all over me. It's not the first time we did this, but I still get surprised by the intriguing pleasure it brings.
Michele holds my face as he increases his intensity. When my face twitches from the stings, he takes them away with a kiss. He raises my face, forcing me to look into his eyes. With our eyes locked with each other, we move our hips against each other – catching each other’s breath and listening to each other’s growling sounds of pleasure.
“I love you.” The words turn me into a statue. I look at Michele wondering if I’m only dreaming. He smiles and repositions me better. “I love you,” he repeats while steering his cock better inside me.
“Daddy,” Michele kisses the tear rolling down my cheek and whispers the words in my ears again.
I cling to him tighter, kiss him, and reply, "I love you, too, Daddy."
Michele slows his thrust to concentrate on kissing me. He pulls out the plug and makes love to me with intense moves. His crotch grinds harder against mine. His cock reaches deeper and plunges harder inside me.
"I love you, Daddy," my pitches grow higher as I repeat the words as he thrusts.
“Just cum, baby girl,” Michele whispers while kissing my neck.
With his permission, I cling hard to his shoulder and release the pleasure trapped inside me. A beautiful explosion showers me, making me shudder from the waves of pleasure and shredding me into tiny happy pieces. I love you. Instead of just holding onto him, I hold onto those words. And the ecstasy becomes more beautiful than anything I had with him.
Michele pauses and watches me enjoy the beauty of ecstasy. He groans softly as my walls tightly squeeze his cock until I stop being greedy for more pleasure. I drop on his shoulder, and he carries me back to the bed.
With soft kisses, he keeps me awake. I try to fight my lightheadedness and assist him in his quest to claim his climax. He locks his fingers on mine and pushes my hands over my head. He gives me a sign, and I guide his cock back into my pussy. With his powerful hips, he thrusts it deeper while I tangle my legs around him and rock my hips against his direction.
Michele’s growls become louder as his thrusts become powerful. My walls begin to tense against his cock, craving for something they had before. Lust ignites in me again, making me crave the beautiful explosion I had before.
“I want to cum with you, Daddy,” I beg while short of breath.
Michele kisses me and increases his pace. I move along with him, crying broken moans as everything in my crotch throbs from the heat getting trapped above my crotch. "Yes!" I scream repeatedly. It must be his confession or just our freed feelings that fuel our desire to reach a better climax together.
He pulls me up as he assumes a sitting position. I cling to his shoulders and move my hips backward and forward while humping up and down. Michele counters my every move. Oh! He knows the spot that can make me crazy. When his cock reaches that spot, I act like a wild horse and ride him like crazy. Michele brushes the sweat running down my face and kisses me.
“I’m cumming,” I am out of breath.
“Cum,” he tells me.
And I submit myself to another explosion, and Michele joins me. He showers me with his hot cum, and I can't get enough of it. My walls milk it until it has nothing to give. We tense against each other, moaning against each other's ears, breathing heavily against our necks, and enjoying the intensity of our pounding hearts. And at that moment, I can feel it. Our hearts are bound to fuel our souls.
I am made for him.
“Am I still getting punished?” I ask when Celeste puts a blindfold on me.
But I'm intrigued about what kind of punishment she prepared. Celeste knows she can't win over me when it comes to sex. So, she used cunning methods to win the game. If she pulled something like that, she must be desperate to punish me.
“Say it again,” she orders.
“Say what?” Celeste spanks my naked butt and repeats her order. “Take off the blindfold, and I'll tell you.”
“Were you only saying it to escape punishment?” I can feel the doubts in her voice.
I pull her close and attempt to kiss her. She giggles when I end up biting the tip of her nose with my lips. “I love you even if you punish me with death.”
Celeste's giggles fill my ears, making me smile despite finding myself cringing to my own words. She places her palms against my chest and rubs it while blowing warm breaths on my parted lips. She pushes me to a chair, avoiding my attempt to kiss her.
"Keep still," Celeste acts like a dominant, but her voice hides her laugh.
I keep my smile to myself when she handcuffs my hands to the arms of the chair. It's not something new. I've been in that place before while training under Martina. She ties my ankles to the feet of the chair as expected. My smile breaks away when she reaches for my cock.
Martina said Celeste didn't attend a lesson with her. The latter is doing the basic things a newbie dominatrix will do. I grunt when Celeste massages my shaft and teases my sacs with her tongue. What can I say? She’s got skills in that little mouth of hers.
My cock erects hard and twitches at her every touch. Celeste playfully scratches the skin, sending tingles all over my cock. I shake my legs to control the engorgement of my shaft, but it’s her aim. She wants me to be at my arousal.
When I’m hard enough to fight her palms, she suddenly wraps a cold cloth around my dick and ties something around it. Celeste is binding my cock. Typical. It’s not something I haven’t done before. Frankly, her punishment is already spelling out LAME.
I grunt in pain when she secures the leather cloth with belts. Celeste ties the cock vest so hard that my blood slightly gets trapped, inducing some slight sting around my shaft. Nothing a deep breath can’t remedy.
“Ready?” Celeste asks.
Bright pink light almost blinds me after she takes off the blindfold. I fight to see through it and find Celeste's silhouette at the back of the screen. She's dressed in her little sexy kitten costume again. Behind her seems to be a pole.
“Welcome to your punishment, Daddy,” she introduces behind the screen.
Celeste turns around to press something. Arousing and sexy music plays in the room. The sound consists of the voices of a woman and a man moaning and grunting while sweet music plays in the background. "Daddy," the woman moans.
The voice elicits a laugh from me. Just when did Celeste record our voices? I look at the screen. Celeste sways her hips, following the tempo of the music. Is this her idea of punishment? It’s nowhere near anything from the BDSM lifestyle. But I can’t resist watching those curves wave through the light.
I lick my lips when Celeste suddenly jumps on the pole and climbs it. She clings to it and swings like an expert pole dancer. I can tell Celeste dances well based on how fluid her hips move when we make love, but her sexy dance is a revelation. I blow a whistle when she spreads her legs in the air before wrapping them around the pole. She moves her hips against it as if she's grinding her crotch against a man.
The sound goes well with her movements and fills my head with the desire to hold her. I want her grinding against me and not some pole. Fuck! Now, this is becoming a punishment. My cock begins to swell, but the cock vest prevents it from engorging. More blood gets trapped and elevates the level of pain. It's bearable. Pleasurable, actually. It feels like having her walls squeeze my cock. It's only the vibration from the trapped blood that makes it uncomfortable.
Celeste slides down the pole and spins around it before stepping out of the screen. She had a big smile on her red face, which shows how she’s finding herself funny, too. Funny but utterly sexy. She combs her hair with her fingers and taunts me with a playful look.
“Your idea of a punishment is pulling a True Lies Jamie Lee Curtis on me?” I ask while trying to ignore the punching pains from my cock.
Celeste’s appearance makes it go wild and twitch hard against the leather wrapping it. My cock wants to swell, but the belt is choking it, turning it almost numb. I'm about to explode in frustration. It’s difficult knowing how you feel inside but my cock can’t express what I want.
When I groan in pain and heave a loud sigh, worry fills Celeste’s eyes. She takes a few steps towards me but suddenly hesitates. Her lips twitch a few times before she demands, “Say you surrender.”
I laugh while in pain. Celeste is not desperate to show me what she planned for a punishment. She wants to win to get the reward of being the queen for a day. Should I just surrender?
“No.” Celeste may win, but I won’t make it easy for her.
She glares at me while softly growling. She walks with me with her hips swaying. Her little tail sways behind her. Ah! I want to grab her and stick my suffering cock in her mouth. Celeste suddenly gets on her knees and lifts my shaft. Ah, she can read my mind. My whole thing vibrates as Celeste shakes it, waking it from the numbness. She looks at me, smiles wickedly, and licks the tip.
Please, I almost beg her to take the whole thing. She probably is waiting for that. She blows an angry sigh and walks towards the screen when I refuse to surrender.
"No surrender, huh?"
#
Why can’t he just surrender?
My guilt is about to kill me. My worries are about to make me crazy. What if something happens to Michele? I should not have listened to Janice. I didn't restrain his cock that hard, right? He would have said the safe word if I did. Right? Should I just surrender and let go of him?
No! I can’t let him win. Just because he let me win in our Cumming Game, I let him win now. I need the reward of being the queen for a day. I need him to do something for me, which he won't do without that reward.
Michele is somebody who keeps his word. I love you. Which is why I believe those words. Words aren't enough. I want to know more about him, and I can only do that by unmasking him. And the only way to do that is to force it upon him as a reward.
Janice said that it won't matter who he is and how he will be in the future. What matters is if I will still choose to love Michele, whether he will be better or worse than I already know about him. But curiosity is a damn thing. More questions cross my mind as I continue to fall for him. It's not because I don't trust him. It's because of my insecurities. I want to be sure that I will have him for a long time, if not forever.
“Last chance,” I turn to him when I’m a step away from the screen.
“Nice try, baby girl,” but I can feel him suffering through his voice. Michele! I want to yell at him.
I take a deep breath and throw away my worries. Michele wants his punishment; I'll punish him the hard way. I walk to the back of the screen and pull a blanket from the couch behind it. A sex doll, which Janice procured from some Japanese sex shop she found online, is sitting like a man in the middle of the couch. I never knew these things even existed.
It looks like a real man since it has chiseled abs and an almost real cock. The doll has a warming and vibrating effect. It gives a realistic feeling of being with a man. No wonder it costs a fortune.
"Celeste," Michele calls. I assume that the doll's silhouette looks like a man from his side. "What are you doing?"
I ignore his question and start dancing in front of it. I take the doll's hands and guide them to my tits while I steer my hips on the lap. The music I put on doubles like a sound effect. I throw my head to the back while arching my hips and sliding the fake hands on my butt.
The clanking sounds echo in the room as he struggles to be free from the chair. I bite my lips to keep myself from laughing. His jealousy is a better punishment than restraining his cock. I rise from the doll and turn my back at it. I raise my hands in the air and continue to sway my body, twerking my ass to the doll's face.
“Stop it, baby girl,” Ah. His warning tone filled with jealousy sounds so sexy.
I spread my legs and assume a straddle pose. I take the doll's hand, put it on my waist, and make it appear as if it's pulling me back to its lap. I sit on the lap and rub my head against the dolls. The clanking sounds become louder. Michele shakes the chair, causing some screeching sounds in the room.
I rise again and face the doll. I stand tall and level my boobs over its face. While making sure that everything is visible to Michele, I grab the attached dildo on the doll and give it a hand job while feeding a tit to its mouth.
“Celeste!” Now he’s angry. But he still sounds sexy!
"Say you surrender or ..." he growls when I lick the doll's face and aim the tip on my slit.
“Stop it right now,” Michele demands.
I frown at his stubbornness. Despite objecting to the idea, I kiss the doll and elicit a scream from him.
“Fine. I surrender. Step away from him!”
I rush from the back of the screen when I hear the chair tumble. My eyes widen upon finding Michele rolling on the floor with the chair. He glares at me while I free him. I freeze when he suddenly grabs me by the nape after his hands become free. His eyes are sharp and deep. Michele looks like he is about to unleash a dark side of him, something I don't know if I should fear.
"What do you think you're doing?" I can feel the tension in his fingertips. He almost wants to strangle me but controls his strength to avoid hurting me. "I told you before. I don't want any other man touching you."
“I-it's not a man,” I stutter, though I want to act unaffected so he won’t think I am afraid of him.
“Take this off me.” My heart skips at his sudden change of tone. He’s not demanding like a dom but like a boss who can really punish me.
With shaky hands, I unlock the cuffs on his ankles. He scowls at me before standing and rushing to the back of the screen. I see him turn into a statue after finding the doll. His dark face lightens as he chuckles in relief. I stand beside him, and he grabs me close.
“You got me there,” his voice still has a little of his angry growl. “Don’t ever do that for real.”
I caress his face to calm him before showering his cheeks with tiny kisses. “I will never, Daddy.”
Michele walks to the doll and playfully punches its chest. He can't stop laughing from finding himself fooled. I blow a sigh and hug him from the back. Any man – no – any person will be angry if somebody cheats on them. I understand why he'd be mad at me. But it's still a surprise how he unleashes his anger.
"So, what do you want for a reward?" Michele asks while facing me. He carries me from the floor and helps me climb on his hips to level my face on his. "I hope it's worth it."
“I want a date.” My reply puzzles him. “A real date with the real Michele. No games, no plays, and no sex.”
He falls silent for a while, but a tiny smile forms on the edges of his lips. Michele pulls my face closer to him and catches my lips with his mouth. I moan as he graces me with a deep and passionate kiss. “I’d love that. Except for the no sex part.”
“I knew it,” I say while rolling my eyes.
Michele looks at the doll and looks at me. "Well, we can skip the no sex part if we get it done now," he suggests with a smirk. “If you still can?”
I look at the doll and raise my eyebrow at him. “Are you suggesting...?”
“It’s not another man. Also, we can’t let it go to waste.”
“Daddy!” I call with a smile.
Michele gags me with a kiss. He deepens it by pushing his tongue into my mouth and exploring every corner of it. I thread my fingers in his hair and lightly scratch his scalp while we kiss. He pauses and gives me a questioning look. I exhale loudly and nod.
He kisses me again while slowly pulling down my pink panties. I gasp when he puts me on top of the doll and its heat engulfs me. Michele showers my neck and shoulders with kisses while he rolls my panties down my legs.
“You looked so sexy when you were facing him,” he whispers.
I glare at Michele but give up when he flashes his smile. I roll my eyes and face the doll. Michele runs his palm from the back of my head down to the small of my back. He pushes me closer to the fake man and leaves me with no choice but to cling to it. The warm fake chest heats my tits and makes me dance on top of its lap.
Michele pulls my hips up to level on his crotch. I look back at him and smile. Since I've met him, I've been doing things I never expected and regretted none of it. We lovingly kiss before he guides the fake cock into my opening. I moan into his mouth as he turns on the thrusting and vibrating feature of the dildo. The silicon shaft slides between my walls. The latter quickly grips it like it's a real thing.
I move my hips against the doll while Michele showers every inch of me with his kisses. He licks the small of my back and wipes his tongue on my butt. I arch my body while moaning when he stretches my butt crack.
“Daddy,” I moan when he rolls his tip around my nether hole. I cling hard to the doll when he pushes his shaft inside me. “Daddy,” I utter with a smile.
For someone who hates having her ass fucked, I'm starting to like it. Michele is making me love it. I crave everything he does to me. I ground my front body against the doll, feeling its heat while Michele thrusts gently behind me, rubbing my back with his sweaty and hotter torso.
Michele pulls my head to the back and kisses my neck. He playfully bites my earlobes before whispering, “Just with this doll, baby girl. And no one else.”
I smile and kiss him. I cover the doll's face and counter Michele's hips with mine with more intensity. Michele chuckles when I keep chasing his mouth as he thrusts against me. Another man? Why should I need one? He’s already enough for me. Michele is full of ideas of how to make everything about us exciting. What else should I look for?
Nothing that can make me leave him. I will not become a fool and betray this man. The one that I love.
#
I cover my mouth to yawn. I look around to see if somebody is looking my way. When no one seems to, I stretch my hands and arch my back. My body is still aching from the hectic week I have had with Michele. I swear. That man will end up breaking me into pieces. I don't know where he gets his strength and stamina. He doesn't run out of it.
While I'm feeling everything. I can barely open my eyes. My body is currently looking for a bed to lie down on. I slept the whole day yesterday after my threesome with Michele and that doll, but I'm still exhausted. I don't know if it's my age or something is wrong with me.
No. Nothing is wrong with me, and I'm still young. Michele is only exhausting me. I smile when my eyes land on my ring fingers. When he left this morning, Michele put the finger in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it again. It's not a proposal, but what can it be?
I straighten my back when the door to the principal's office opens. Today is my interview as a trainee teacher at one of the city's public schools for disabled and special children. Michele suggested forgoing the job interview. But I will be stupid to let go of the opportunity.
A public school of this caliber will not trust an inexperienced person like me. An interview is already an honor. Also, I hope to get the job. For the first time, it will be something that I work hard to be mine.
I wonder if my stars finally aligned. Everything is working well for me. I have a man I love. A best friend who remains with me. And now, a possible job that I dream of.
I stand when somebody walks in. My knees wobble after recognizing one of the people who walked in. William Heinz. William looks at me like he is already expecting our meeting. I look at the other men with him. None of them appear to be personnel from the school.
“Mrs. Celeste Thatcher?” one of the older men asks.
I take my eyes away from William and answer, "It's only Celeste Hawkins now. I divorced my husband a few months ago."
“Right. I forgot,” the man mutters. William hands him a folder. He gives me a sign to sit while he reads the documents.
I keep avoiding William's eyes, but he continues to stare at me. It irritates me. What is he doing here? And who are these people? I look at him and notice the pin on his jacket. It's something I must have seen from movies or somewhere.
“I’m Special Agent-in-Charge Rupert Dylan. And I’m pretty sure you know my assistant Special Agent-in-Charge, William Heinz,” the old man introduces. “We’re from the FBI.”
FBI? My forehead wrinkles while I look at William. He's an FBI agent? He told me that he retired from military service and worked as a mechanic. Now he's an agent?
“Agent Heinz worked as an undercover agent to monitor the money-laundering activities in your company through your husband,” Agent Dylan explains.
William approached me not to rekindle our feelings for each other but to get close to me in the hopes of monitoring my ex-husband. The asshole only used me. I want to jump on him, punch him on the nose, and vomit on him. My guts are in turmoil just thinking about how I tried to settle with him and how I acted as if he satisfied me, so I can hold on to the hope that I thought he was.
The older agent looks at William and back to me. He chuckles and gives the other agents a sign to leave the room. He pats William’s shoulder and says, “I believe Agent Heinz can explain things better with you.”
Agent Dylan gives the papers to William and follows the other agents out of the room. William looks at me, and I only have a scowl for him. “I don’t want to hear anything from you,” I warn him after we are alone. “I only want to know what the fuck is going on here.”
“We need your help,” William answers.
“My help?”
William opens the documents and shows me the pictures of my ex-husband, a few other men, and my Michele. "Except for Chris, the rest of them are former members and members of a Mafia group involved in money laundering."
My eyes remain on Michele’s picture. A Mafia. William claims that Michele is a son of a vicious Mafia boss who laundered his money through Chris. To completely clean the money, he signed up Michele to be an accomplice, which led to the latter getting control over the company.
"We need to pin down Michele to get to his father," William declares. "But Michele has built a wall that we can't seem to penetrate. We've done everything and even sacrificed the honor of our female agents."
My eyes widen upon seeing Anika in the picture. William explains that Anika is Agent Emily Fields of the FBI. The agency deployed her to penetrate Michele's circle and find secrets and evidence to warrant a case against Michele and his father.
“Years in the task, and it crumbled because of you,” William says.
“You failed in your missions, and it’s becoming my fault?” I close my hands into fists, ready to punch this dickhead off the earth.
“Celeste, I know what I did is wrong, and I’m sorry about it. Not all of it was fake,” William explains in his usual “good boy” tone. I’m not falling for it ever again. “I plan to protect you after we complete the mission.”
"As I said, I don't want to hear anything about you. And whatever help you need from me, I'm sorry. You're not getting any," I grab my purse and head to the door.
William stands from his seat and stops me before I reach the door. I push him away and throw the punch I've prepared for him on his face. But, hey! He's an FBI agent, so he quickly dodges it. Which makes it more annoying!
“We can return everything that was your parents’ back to you. All you need to do is help us.”
The offer is tempting. Chris tricked me into giving him everything. I didn't have a chance to recover anything my parents worked for and earned. It's my chance to live a life of luxury again. I don't have to lift a finger to live with my parent's money. But for what? Losing Michele?
“And you think I should believe you,” I lash out at William. I try to slap him, but he evades it again. The asshole wouldn’t even allow me to vent out my anger at him. “That man stayed with me when all of you ran away. I don’t care if you had reasons to leave me. You left, William. He came and stayed.”
I open the door, but William closes it again. It's clear to me now. This guy never had any feelings for me. I was a tool to whatever he wanted to achieve against Michele. I'm not letting him do that to me again.
“Came and stayed with you? Have some brains, Celeste.” Ha! The audacity of the asshole to say that to me!
“Leave me alone. You have no right to detain or delay me,” I glare at William. “I may not have brains, but I still have my rights.”
I push him and walk out of the door. The agents guarding the room want to stop me, but William warns them to let me leave. Don't look back, I tell myself as I walk the hall. But then, William suddenly says, “Michele Colombo is only using you, Celeste.”
I should have ignored it, but I couldn’t. I look back and face William.
“He’s only using you,” William repeats. He relays Anika’s report to him. He knows about the game I played with Michele and the prize I got from it. “Do you think it’s a prize? It's security.”
I roll my eyes at him and turn around. But before I can take a step, William declares that the 5% returned to me is security to avoid the suspicion of money laundering. If Michele takes control of all the stocks that once belonged to my family and ousts me from the company, the underplay may become obvious. The sale will look more legal if I retain a few stocks.
Don’t believe him, I tell myself.
“Think about it, Celeste. Who will give back 5% of the stocks just to fuck a woman?” William asks. “Pardon my words, but that’s how it is for him.”
"Whatever you say, nothing will change. I will not help you. Do you want to get Michele, or his.... Mafia group or something? Do it yourself," I mock William with a forced smirk and walk away.
But the asshole doesn't stop. William walks after me and reports, "The shooting where you almost died. It was to kill him. You were almost collateral damage."
My feet get glued to the ground. I remember how Michele kept blaming himself for it. I refuse to believe William, but that memory slowly convinces me to listen. William walks closer to me and shows me images from his phone. He tells me that they were the identified gunners at that shootout. They were to assassinate Michele.
“Here they are now,” my eyes widen as William shows me a picture of the men – dead. I look at him, and he adds, “That’s how vicious that man is. And you’re playing with him.”
"I still don't believe you." It's just my choice not to believe despite my mind telling me that I should. It's Michele. I will believe him more than a man who left me when I had nothing.
William pulls me by the arm and forces me to look at him. “Just listen, Celeste. Michele will not stop until he secures his father’s money. He can kill anyone or fool anybody. I won’t be surprised if he proposes to you and allows you to manage part of the company.”
William believes that Michele will pull the same trick Chris did to me. Michele will gain my trust and make me sign documents without reading them. I may be left with nothing again while he will be off the hook from any transactions connected to his father.
No! I refuse to believe. Michele loves me. He said so, and he always stood by his words.
I look at my ring finger. A proposal? Is Michele still contemplating if he should marry me or not? Is that why he can’t propose with a ring? I don't know if I should be happy that Michele pushes back his plans. What if he will do it for the reasons William suspects?
"Celeste, I will find a time to apologize and make up with you. But right now, I need you to be safe," William tells me. "We cannot let these people control you like you're their puppet. You are better than that."
I look at William. He is right. I will no longer let anyone control me like I’m their puppet. It’s not been a while, but I had a taste of controlling my life. I will never surrender it to anyone anymore. Not to William or the FBI. Not even to Michele.
I let go of a short laugh to hide my frustrations. Just when I think all my stars are getting aligned, the world objects and throws me into a variable world. One where I have to weigh the value of everyone I have in my life.
But thanks to Michele. I know my value. I have learned to control my life.
"We will not force you to work with us, Celeste. But please, never trust him," William's voice shows the sincerity he always had for me. He may not love me as a woman now, but I'm still someone special to him. He won't just ruin my happiness.
Never trust him. But I still believe Michele and I are bound souls. Bound souls. But that doesn't mean our hearts are bound to be loyal, too. Does he really love me?
Desire meets romance. Hearts surrender to the souls. But will it last when doubts begin to shake the trust they hold?
The Game of Doms led to an enjoyable punishment that brought thrill to the couple and opened their hearts for each other. No more hiding. No more fears. But are there no more doubts?
What they believe to be as their souls bound by love seems to decay from the doubts planted by others. Will their bound souls be enough to keep their hearts bound together till the end?
Find out in the next installment of this series, Their Bound Hearts, where the Game of Doms will conclude. But will the same happen to their romance? Or will it lead to another game that will last them forever?
