Arlo & Cole Ch. 08: Domme

PRESENT DAY

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Arlo

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The night was calm, dark as I walked up to the door. I slid my key into the lock, surprised to find the glow from the television dancing across the living room walls. Smoke drifted across the screen, rising from the building we had burned, the news broadcaster’s voice going silent the moment I walked inside.

“Why do you burn them?” Cole asked from the couch, pointing the remote at the muted TV.

“We sort of stole– not stole– it– he– followed us– followed Siren–” I paused my stumbling words, rubbing my hands over my face. “We have some tracks we need to cover for a little while.” I glanced around the dark room, peering towards the hallway. “Where’s Gem–”

“Asleep.”

I sat down next to him, the TV screen blurring the longer I stared at it. “Has she mentioned anything about Lexa’s offer?”

“Nope.”

“Did she tell you about our argument?”

“The one where you told her to carve her initials into your arm?”

I sighed, slouching against the couch pillows.

“You’re making this too complicated.” He put the remote on the coffee table then sat back, turning towards me. “Pick a collar she can easily take off before you have to go to work, set your limits and enjoy the game. Problem solved.”

“That’s easy for someone with no limits to say.”

“I have limits.”

“I find that hard to believe. I’ve seen the things she does to you.”

His lips curved into an amused smirk. “Cuck stuff. Nothing makes my cock soft faster than the thought of some guy sucking on it.”

I laughed, rubbing my hands over my face as I stood up. “I’ll make sure to add that to my list of limits as well. Thanks for the tip.” I wandered down the hallway then felt my way through the dark bedroom, pulling off my clothes. The bed was warm, her body warmer when I wrapped my arms around it.

Her hand ran down my cheek, her naked skin pressing against mine. “You smell like ash and smoke,” she murmured through tired lips.

“I’m sorry, Mistress.” I sat up, rubbing my hand over my neck as I stared into the darkness. “For everything.”

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2 YEARS PRIOR

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Gemma

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My front door opened, my body tensing when Cole walked inside. He immediately came to where I was, kneeling down to kiss my thigh, his smile flashing towards me before fading. “What’s wrong, Mistress?”

“Nothing.” The word came out too quickly, too obviously, his eyes narrowing at the sound.

He sat back on his heels, his gaze running over my face. “What’s wrong, Mistress?”

“Nothing. I’m fine. You’re here to clean, right?”

His eyebrow raised as he slowly nodded. “Nothing and fine, the two most terrifying words that can come from a woman’s mouth.”

The smile pulled at my face, refusing to leave. I shook my head, trying to force my lips closed, my skin burning as he stared at me.

He paused, his eyes widening. “Does this have something to do with last night?”

“It’s nothing. It’s fine.” I buried my head in my hands, the heat in my face spreading through my body as I tried to force myself to stop fidgeting.

“You’re freaking me out.”

“It’s just–” I shook my head, the nervous smile tearing at my lips. “Nothing.”

“Please, Mistress. Tell me.” His lips began to curve into their own nervous smile.

“I’m…” I inhaled, trying to force words from my mouth. “Curious! I’m curious!” I covered my face, unsure about my word choice but it was the only one I could find.

“I’m…lost.” He stared at me, searching.

“Your cock!” The words burst from my lips, my hand gesturing between his legs.

“It’s yours to do with as you please, Mistress.”

“But I’m too… I’m not sure… It’s just too–” I put my hand over my face, stopping myself from further humiliation.

He leaned forward, pulling my hand away from my burning skin. “We’ve got time. I’ve got patience. If that’s what you need from me, Mistress, we’ll figure it out.”

I stared at him, my smile instantly fading when his rocked through me. “Now.”

“Now?”

“Now.”

He reached forward, lifting me off the couch and throwing me over his shoulder. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Cole!” I squealed, laughing as he packed me down the hallway. “Put me down!”

“Yes, Mistress.” He hoisted me from his shoulder, dropping me on my bed. I reached for him when I bounced, his arm wrapping around my waist to ground me. He climbed on top of me, brushing my hair away from my face. “We going old fashioned?” he teased, pressing himself between my legs.

“Never.” I rolled on top of him, a warning twisting through me when I realized how much I wanted him, my heart once again dragging me over an edge I didn’t know if I was ready to leap from. His smile called me to it, our styles perfectly aligned when our tongues entwined, his taste silencing the thoughts in my head. I rubbed against him, my body pleading for more as his cock pulsed back, our clothes a torturous barrier.

His hand slid between us, underneath my waistband and through my arousal. His tongue faltered when he felt it, his cock pushing against me when his fingers slipped inside me. I tensed when they curled into me, the sensation rippling through me. My wet need echoed through the room the rougher he played, the gasps falling from my lips into his mouth with every movement.

“My favorite sound…” he whispered, his fingers forcing another flood of need from my body.

I reached down, shoving the pants off my body, his hands fumbling with his zipper. I paused when his cock showed itself, larger than I remembered, his hand stroking it as if it needed further encouragement. He slid the tip over me, soaking it with my arousal, then held himself still while I lowered myself onto him.

I exhaled, regretting my recent choices, unsure how much of him was inside me but already fairly certain it was too much. “This isn’t going to work.”

His smile flashed, his head slowly shaking. “Relax, Mistress.” His knees bent, rocking me forward, my hands falling into the pillow by his ears. “Relax,” his voice rolled through me again. His fingertips slid under my shirt, trickling up my spine. His hips shifted beneath me, the small thrust bringing my clit sliding down his cock. The sensation scorched through me, forcing a gasp from my lips when he did it again. I shoved my hips back, the friction easy to find, a tremor rolling through me when he slid deeper inside me.

His arms tightened around me, his hips pushing me away with each small thrust before gravity brought me sliding back down his cock. I relaxed into the heat of his body, succumbing to the rhythmic bounce, the vibration of the impact rippling through me. His tongue flicked through my lips, teasing as it searched. I tried to follow its movement, longing for his taste but unable to suppress the moans he was drawing from my lips.

I nuzzled into his neck, closing my eyes, following his body wherever it chose to take me. It was a strange peace, the strength of his body calming as it moved beneath me. He wasn’t fully inside me, a feat I doubted we would ever accomplish, but his restraint tore through my soul. I reached up, running my hand over his cheek before grasping his hair, the warmth building within me beginning to blur into fire. I let the climax take me, shivering and whimpering as the world faded into nothing but him inside me.

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It had been two days. Two days of taking Ibuprofen so I could walk normally. Two days of wondering if I trusted him too much. Wanted him too much. Two days until he called and told me he wouldn’t survive a third. I scanned his office, making my way to the wall of windows overlooking the city. “Your office is so… Christian Grey-esque.”

“That’s the part I have to play when I’m here.” He sat back in his leather chair, running his hand down his navy blue tie. “But I promise I’m not fifty shades of fucked up.”

The smile he always seemed to be able to summon pulled at my lips. I made my way towards him, wrapping his tie around my hand as I pressed my lips to his. “You need to decide on a 24/7 collar.”

He stood up, offering me the chair before kneeling at my feet. “Yes, Mistress,” he murmured, his tongue dragging up my bare leg, pausing when it reached the hem of my dress.

“Cock cage…”

He shook his head, his lips teasing the inside of my thigh.

“Butt plug…”

“Sounds desensitizing…”

“Piercing…”

“I actually already had something in mind.” He opened the bottom desk drawer, pulling out a box and setting it in my lap.

I tore open the flaps, digging through the packing peanuts until my hand wrapped around another box. It was black and square, the lid snapping open like a jewelry box, my lips curving when I saw the device inside. “A cock shock collar?”

“It’s much more than just a shock collar. High technology, runs off an app you download to your phone. App is password protected so once it’s registered to you, I won’t be able to control it.”

I turned it around in my hand, studying the two loops and prongs. “Are you sure it will fit?”

“Absolutely. I had it custom made. It wraps around my shaft and my balls and locks, so I can’t take it off myself.” He picked up the small set of keys, handing them to me. “Promise me you won’t lose them.”

I smiled, enjoying the excitement on his face. “Promise.”

“It has quite a few settings– shocks, vibrations, pulses– all at varying speeds and frequencies you can set via the app and control from anywhere.” He paused, his lips curving. “I thought you would enjoy tormenting me from afar.”

Heat rocked through me, quickly fading when the warning twisted through my stomach. I stared at the shock collar, imagining all the ways I wanted to torment him with it, the warning cutting through me again. I was falling too far too fast, and unlike him, I was fifty shades more fucked up than he could ever imagine.

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Cole

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Her legs were crossed, her black leather boot shining as it bobbed in agitation, her stare distant as the world rolled past outside the windows of the limo. It was a view I couldn’t see from my place on the floor, but I imagined it was the same as it always was, unlike the nervous expression on her face. I watched the stiletto heel, contemplating before leaning forward to press my lips to the top of her foot. The bounce stopped instantly, her hand reaching out to run through my hair.