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On arrival back at the hotel, she found the Opera Suite Dominic had booked them in for the night filled with a profusion of flowers that were worthy of Amsterdam, the country of flowers.
“Oh my God, Dominic!” She bent over and breathed in the fragrance of a delicate frangipani bud. “This is too much!”
“According to my mother, flowers are never too much once you appreciate them. This is perhaps not the most luxurious hotel in Amsterdam, but it’s her favorite. She loves the artsy feel of it and their Floral Boutique. She can spend hours looking out at the inner garden below.”
“Shall we try the cakes before we shower?” she suggested.
She wanted so much to throw Dominic...well have him throw himself...onto the bed and have her wicked way with him, but she was beginning to understand the thrill of anticipation. Though she was buzzing with need, she wouldn’t rush her preparation.
The tiny cakes were delicious. And if they didn’t contain real ganja, then Chantelle rather enjoyed their placebo effect.
While Dominic made use of the rainfall shower, she opted for an indulgent, but speedy by her standards, soak in the plush bathtub.
He was lazily flicking through the channels of the flat-screen TV in the living room, when she came to the bedroom door to let him know it was time for bed.
***
SHE HAD AVOIDED PLUM when fashionistas had declared it the ‘new black’. Every year another color had the distinction and Chantelle hadn’t been sure that it would flatter her darker complexion. But when Caitlin Taylor had unwrapped its tissue paper covering and revealed the decadent, almost iridescent purple lotus silk she had gasped. The designer had quickly sketched a hand-embroidered, under bust, corseted basque teamed with a flirty, lace-trimmed, short, wide, black silk organza skirt. A black bra and panties would have completed the look. Instead, Chantelle had suggested quarter cups that supported and uplifted her breast but offered no cover whatsoever, and deepening the ‘V’ of the basque so that it partially covered her pubic area.
“Are you ready for bed?”
His eyes glinted and his smile widened as he took in the superbly-cut black silk top that was belted at the waist to the impractical black, high-heeled mules on her feet. His groan and the hunger in his gaze were reward enough for the effort she’d taken. But he didn’t make a move towards her.
“No?” she questioned and sashayed over to him. “Perhaps I can persuade you.”
She held his gaze as she ran her hands down his broad chest, tweaking his nipples briefly through the mid-length black dressing gown he’d probably thrown on to stay warm rather than cover his modesty. She didn’t need to undo the belted waist to uncover his erection, but she did it anyway, and wrapped both hands around its upstanding length.
She broke eye contact to wrap her lips around its plump head and mmmed in appreciation as she swirled her tongue around it.
“It’s so tasty,” she said as she raised her eyes to his again. “I think I’m going to eat all of it tonight.”
He laughed, thinking that she was joking. He had been patient with her, always allowing her to control the depth to which she took him in her mouth, but she’d known that he wanted, and was probably used to having, more. After psyching herself up and failing to deep throat him on a number of occasions, she’d finally sought a little expert help from Ms Fella Tio, a woman who claimed to give ‘the best blowjobs in London’, who was surprisingly businesslike and knowledgeable despite the corny name. It hadn’t been easy to sneak out during her lunch break under the guise of shopping three Tuesdays in a row, but with an assortment of peeled and shaped fruits, vegetables and her favorite, phallic-shaped Belgium chocolate she’d learned to control the natural reflex to retch at the touch of anything against her soft palette.
She took him in slowly, incrementally, occasionally stopping to run her tongue down the rigid length and give the tight sacs of his scrotum some love. He gasped when she took a deep breath and let him slide into her throat. She did it a few more times, getting drunk on his eager responses. He stopped her as she prepared to make him groan one more time.
“Enough,” he cautioned and slowly pulled her away. “You don’t want to bruise your throat.”
She had been warned about doing too much on the first try, but success had gone to her head...while she was giving head.
His smile turned wicked as she got to her feet and pulled on the end of the bow at her waist and he caught sight of the basque. She let the translucent material slide off her shoulders to catch seductively on her erect nipples before obeying the pull of gravity and falling to a soft pool at her feet.
She had a momentary flashback of Adele in her scandalous red basque months ago. When the lingerie designer had first suggested the garment, Chantelle hadn’t been keen on the idea. And then she’d thought, why re-invent the wheel? Why not steal a move from the hussy? The woman had been Dominic’s lover for ten years after all and had to know, if anyone, how to tempt him.
“So sexy,” Dominic approved. “You look wonderful.”
“You like?” she questioned and then spun around. “What about this view?”
“Walk for me,” he commanded, his voice deepening to dark brown velvet.
She walked to the bedroom door and then turned like a supermodel on a runaway—a sexy little maneuver she had to thank Monique for—and almost cannoned into Dominic. He was right behind her.
He bent and took her right nipple between his lips and rolled his tip of his tongue around it.
“Harder, baby,” she urged. She wanted him to suck it hard...bite it.
He straightened and subjected both nipples to a sharp tug. “I have just the things for these.”
The nipple clamps. She’d planned to wear them with the outfit, but had forgotten them in her haste to pack. They would be just the things to pinch the ache out of her nipples. Bizarrely, Dominic hadn’t pushed her on getting them pierced and in a world of women with piercings in every conceivable place, she was beginning to appreciate being fairly unique in having only one.
“I saw how envious you were of the nipple play this evening, my love.”
He’d noticed? She had been too engrossed in the spectacle to realize.
“What do you have there?” she asked curiously, eying the small black bag in his hand.
“Just a few things I brought along in case we had time to experiment.”
The two objects he removed along with a tube of gel weren’t clamps.
“What are those?” They were made up of a round black rubber at one end and a clear cylindrical plastic or glass tube at the other.
“These are simple,” he lubricated first one nipple then the other and followed by positioning the little glass tube over her nipples in turn and squeezing the rubber end “but highly effective little suckers.”
Yes, they were.
“Mmmm.” It was like having a pair of lips on each breast.
“Like it?” He gave them each another squeeze
“Uh huh.” Oh, they were so good...and even better as he continued to squeeze until her nipples had elongated to almost the length of the tubing. “Enough.”
“Enough?” Dominic paused to admire his handiwork.
One squeeze before the last had probably been enough, but she’d been greedy. She threw her head back to better enjoy the sensation.
And then she felt it—the pulling, milking sensation. Her hands came up to cup the undersides of her breasts as she snapped her eyes open.
“They are electronic.” Dominic held up a tiny black device.
“Turn them down!” They were too deliciously good. They would send her insane!
“No, my love,” he said firmly and placed her hands back at her sides. “This is the novice setting.”
“Novice setting?” If this was for beginners, she would die of pleasure before she became an expert. “Are you sure?”
He looked at her for a long moment and she knew he was thinking up some sort of punishment that would teach her to question his word on sexual matters.
“I’m sure.” He took her hand and led her to the bed. “It’s been too long, my love.”
“Too long since what?” she demanded as he upended the bag onto the bed. Rather than behave, she decided to add fuel to his fire. She missed those first weeks of their relationship when he’d had to make her behave.
“Too long since I had you at my complete mercy.” He attached a handcuff to her wrist and then before she suspected what he meant to do, he bent her knee to attach the other end to her ankle.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He didn’t answer as he did the same to her other wrist and ankle.
“Dominic?” she questioned, laughter in her voice. It wasn’t uncomfortable and for what it was worth, the organza skirt covered her modesty. With the mules still on her feet, the pose was sexy.
She just felt like a trussed chicken.
“Shhhh...or I’ll gag you.”
Oh, he was in a commanding mood tonight!
He picked up a larger black object that looked to be made of the same soft rubber as the nipple suckers, but this looked like a small breathing mask with a hand pump attached to it by a thin length of flexible tubing.. She couldn’t tell what purpose it could serve. It was more oval shaped than round. Dominic lifted the lace hem of the basque and threw it up against her stomach. Surely he wasn’t—
“You have to be kidding me!” she gasped
“No need for lubricant here.” He rubbed his fingers over her mound, spreading the dampness that was seeping through her passage. Then he placed the sex toy over her clitoris and quickly created a vacuum by squeezing the pump.
“No!” It slowly pulled her clitoris into a stiff peak.
“Yes,” Dominic contradicted and gave the pump another squeeze and then another.
Chantelle squirmed in the restraints. The suckers created differing sensations but combined to send her out of her head. And then Dominic switched the clitoral sucker to vibrate.
“I’m going to come!” She was so close.
“No you won’t.” He got into the bed and planted a quick kiss on her lips. “If you come, my love, then I will leave you like this and stoke myself to completion while you watch.”
Cruel beyond bearing! There was nothing more satisfying than feeling him climax within her just after, or just as, she climaxed.
“But you know I can come again,” she complained, wiggling her hips in response to the incessant soft pull of the sucker on her clitoris.
“I know you can, but I don’t want you to.”
He stopped talking and made love to her. Kissing her deeply, stroking her firmly in places and with a teasing featherlike touch in others.
Chantelle hovered on delirium. The suckers felt like lips. It was like having three—no four men with Dominic’s seeking out the other erogenous zones of her body—make love to her at the same time. It would never happen with his possessive nature, but this came a close second.
“Well done, my sweet.” Dominic cut off the vibration and carefully eased the sucker off her clitoris and then did the same for the ones on her nipples
Finally!
The approval in his voice was almost worth it.
Almost.
She was still going to think up some means of retribution.
But he hadn’t remained immune, she noticed as he freed her hands and legs. His erection was an angry red...well, purple...and harder and more swollen than she had ever seen it.
She smiled as he climbed onto the bed.
He had made one wrong move. He had freed her!
“You’ve given me so much pleasure. Lie back and let me take care of you now.”
Chantelle pushed him back against the bed and swung her leg over to straddle his waist.
Her still erect nipples crazed his chest and she leaned down to kiss him. He twitched in reaction.
Oh, he’s so close!
He took his erection in hand and guided it to her entrance as she raised herself upwards.
“Mmmm.” She relaxed her inner muscles and sank slowly down onto him. “Baby, you feel so good!”
“You, my sweet, are perfection.”
She sat up and rode him for about a minute, clasping her hands behind her neck to push her breasts into greater prominence and using her strong thigh muscles to propel the upward and downward motion.
“Yes. Yes.” Dominic approved, circling his waist and meeting her downward slide with an upwards thrust of his slim hips.
But she had been denied too long and each stroke brought Chantelle closer to orgasm. She was determined not to come alone.
Dominic smiled as she paused and tightened her vaginal muscles. He knew the move well. His eyes widened, though, when she used various muscles to massage his length from tip to base.
That he didn’t know. Fella, not her real name of course, had pointed out that while having the ability to give a great BJ was admirable, having an arsenal of tricks up your sleeve was priceless.
Dominic grasped her hips as if to lift her off, but she shook her head in warning.
“No, no, my love,” Chantelle mocked and started to move again. “It’s my turn now.”
He could have forcibly pulled her off him, but he was every bit as human as she was and like her, he desperately wanted to come.
They lasted perhaps another minute, holding out to the very end before shouting out in satisfaction as they tumbled over the abyss.
Realizing that she was too replete to move a muscle, Dominic snagged the dressing gown he’d discarded at the side of the bed with his foot and spread it over them both.
Chantelle woke the next morning to find him propped up on an elbow beside her, a wicked glint in his eyes.
“My turn, I believe.”
***
CHRISTMAS WAS A QUIET affair.
With them spending the day with his parents, Dominic gave the staff Christmas and Boxing Days off. Chantelle planned to surprise him with a simple English breakfast, but when she went down to the kitchen she found Rogers in an apron almost ready to serve up sautéed wild mushroom with truffled scrambled eggs on sourdough bread.
She gave him an enthusiastic Christmas greeting and chatted while he loaded a tray and followed her up to the bedroom, only allowing her to take it once she’d opened the door and lessened the likelihood of dropping it.
“That was quick,” Dominic commented as he sat up in surprise.
“Rogers beat me to it.”
“I told him to take the day off! Go see some friends, let his hair down and have some fun!”
“Perhaps he has nowhere else to go.” Or nowhere else he wanted to be.
Dominic looked thoughtful as he finished a forkful of scrambled eggs.
“We’ll just have to take him with us and make him have fun, then.”
“That would be nice.”
Dominic was a very liberal employer, but she hadn’t wanted to suggest it, in case he wanted to spend the holiday quietly with his parents.
With a bit of arm wrestling Rogers accompanied them when they left the house at midday. He sat in the seat behind Chantelle in the Rolls-Royce Wraith to allow Dominic to adopt the casual, fully extended driving position that belied the speed at which he drove and his competence at the wheel.
Any thought of a quiet Christmas was quickly disabused by one half of the twins opening the door and welcoming them in on Dominic’s knock.
“Merry Christmas, everyone!”
Merry Christmas, Riordan.”
The twin hugged her, his younger brother and Rogers in turn. He was less boisterous than his brother, Chantelle realized. Perhaps that fact would help her tell them apart.
Perhaps not, she decided moments later. When they were together it was still impossible to distinguish between them.
The day passed so quickly, they were in the car heading back to Dominic’s before she realized that she hadn’t had a chance to miss her mother, Shawn and her sisters.
Rogers, too, had had a good time. Once the twins realized that he was single, they had insisted they had a friend who was an artist and newly single who was perfect for him. Dominic had told them sternly to leave his butler alone when poor Rogers had become flustered, but Chantelle had a feeling that they hadn’t heard the last of the matter.
***
“MERRY CHRISTMAS!” Chantelle laughed as Shawn playfully tried to jostle her sisters out of position in front of the webcam.
“Merry Christmas,” they all screamed in return.
“Did you have a good day?”
She’d already seen the pictures they had sent of the Christmas table with its nicely-browned turkey centerpiece before they had sat down to eat. Her eyes had become a little misty when she recalled previous occasions when they had been only lucky to have a turkey if she’d bought one well before the prices were inflated in the weeks running up to the holidays.
“Where’s Dominic?” Cerise demanded.
“He’s right here.” He was lying on the bed besides her reading something, probably The Financial Times, on his iPad.
Chantelle passed hers over to him.
“Hi, girls.”
“Hi, Dominic!” They giggled and she could just imagine them both blushing.
“How are you?”
“We’re fine.” Cerise answered for both of them. “When are you coming back to Jamaica?”
“I was thinking of bringing Chantelle to see you soon.”
Chantelle looked at him, her mouth opening like a fish on dry land.
This was the first she’d heard of any trip.
“When? When?” Charmaine demanded.
“On Thursday.”
“Mom, Chantelle’s coming!” Charmaine screamed, running off and completely forgetting that she was having an online conversation.
“Really, Chantelle?” Cerise asked, the hope in her voice almost painful to hear.
“Yes.” Chantelle confirmed.
Dominic wouldn’t cruelly raise their hopes.
“Yeah!” Cerise shouted, almost deafening them.
“But only for a day or two,” Dominic warned.
“Why?” Cerise pouted, but still looked as pleased as punch.
“Because I have a special surprise for your sister.”
“Okay.”
“Is it true you’re coming?” Shawn asked, as his head popped up over Cerise’s.
“Yes, we’ll be there on Thursday.” Although Shawn had taken Christmas gifts from both her and Dominic she inquired anyway, “Is there anything you want me to bring?”
“Just make sure you come,” Cerise replied.
“Chocolate!” Charmaine screamed from off screen.
“Okay,” Chantelle promised and stifled a fake yawn. “We have to go. It’s almost morning here and we’re both tired.”
“Goodnight!” Cerise pulled a comical face.
“’Night.” Chantelle laughed and logged off as soon as Dominic had said goodbye too.
“Why didn’t you say something before?” she asked him.
She was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Because I wanted to see this look on your face.”
“Thank you...thank you...thank you.” She punctuated the words with kisses.
“I’ve told you, my love.” He gave her a swift kiss in return. “Your happiness is my concern.”
*****
