3. Belle

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Belle

" A re you a Pleasure Dom?" The words are out of my mouth before I can stop myself. Of course, he isn't a Pleasure Dom. He is too brooding, too strong, too…everything. With his thick, wavy, midnight black hair combined with his caramel brown eyes, he could have any woman he wanted. Why would he need to be a Pleasure Dom?

Standing this close to him causes my body to tingle in all the right places. My nipples harden into stiff peaks against my silk dress, and my panties are soaked thinking about what he could teach me.

At his raised eyebrow, I can't tell if he didn't hear me or if he isn't interested in me.

"Sorry, I must be mistaken." I take a step to move around him, but he stops me, placing his hand on my arm.

"Yes, I am Dom."

I blink up at him. What a weird way to say it. Yes, I am Dom.

Now is not the time to overthink this, Belle. You wanted a Pleasure Dom, and now you have one.

"Okay, good. I reserved us a room." I take his hand and pull him toward the room I was assigned.

My heart is beating so hard I'm sure he can hear the loud pulsing. I can't believe he wants to be with me. No, Belle, it's his job--well, not a real job, but something he likes to do. As a Pleasure Dom, he has done this with countless nameless women numerous times. I will be one of those nameless women he will forget as soon as we are done.

Once inside the room, I lock the door behind me, looking around to calm my racing thoughts. There is a King-sized bed in the middle of the room, with black satin sheets. The walls are covered with whips, chains, and a few other things I don't recognize.

I might be in over my head.

I watch as my Pleasure Dom walks to one of the walls, inspecting the items hanging before selecting a short leather whip with long leather strips hanging from it.

Gently running the leather straps through his fingers, he looks at me, and his piercing gaze cuts through my hazy thoughts.

"What is your name, little one?"

"Um, Bella. For tonight, it's Bella."

"Bella." He gives a half smile, still caressing the leather whip. "What is it you want from me, little Bella?"

"I, um, have a list of things I want," I say in a rush of words that all blend together.

"And your safe word?"

I blink at him.

He moves closer, pulling me into his chest.

"Have you picked a safe word yet, Bella?" His rich voice caresses my ear, causing goosebumps to spread across my body. A hint of an accent plays across his words, especially when he calls me Bella.

It's not my real name, but it's close enough for me to pretend this is real and not the fantasy I came here for.

His scent attacks my senses, a spicy mix of man and whiskey with a hint of leather from the adult toys hanging on the wall.

The feel of the leather strap sliding up my leg causes a flare of heat in my core in anticipation of where it will stop.

His hand stills, as if reading my thoughts, making the leather strap sway lightly against my leg, increasing the goosebumps on my body.

"One word, Bella, that's all I need before I continue to give you pleasure. The next time you say that word, I will stop, and this will be over. We will leave and go our separate ways. But I need to hear that word now."

My body shivers at the force of his words and at the anticipation of the pleasure he is offering.

"Sorry, Dom," I whisper, for that is who he is. Tonight, he is my Pleasure Dom, and I am his Bella—two strangers living out my fantasy for one night.

"Pepper. My Safeword is pepper."

"Ah, like a bell pepper. How fitting." He smiles against my cheek, and the leather strap begins to make its way further up my leg to my thigh as his other arm pulls my back tighter to his chest. I gasp at how large he feels against my backside. I'm not sure he is going to fit inside of me.

He must sense my hesitation. "We don't have to do this if you don't want Bella. We can stop now. You can walk through that door, return to your normal life, and forget we ever met." His hand slowly runs down my side in a caress filled with regret.

Spinning around to face him, I grab his hand and bring it to my chest, "No, I want to do this…with you." My heart races as my eyes search his face in a silent plea to continue our game.

"Very well, Bella, we will do this, but at any time you want to stop, you need to say pepper." Taking my chin in his hand, he continues, "I will not see you hurt, but I want to please you. Now show me this list of yours, your pleasure list."

Reluctantly, I step out of his touch. I reach into my purse with shaky hands and pull out my list, the list of every dirty thing I want to do to him and have him do to me, well everything a virgin like me can imagine.

I hand my list to Dom, and our fingers brush lightly, which causes another flare of heat to my core.

Unfolding the list, he gazes at it with a raised eyebrow. "Bella, I didn't realize you were such a naughty girl." He taps his finger to his chin, "Where to begin."

"Can we start with a kiss?" I meet his gaze, biting my lip, nervous about his response. What if he doesn't want to kiss me? What if he just wants to get me off and then leave?

"As you wish, little one." He brushes his hand across my cheek, placing his hand behind my head and cradling it before gently pulling me to him. His lips crash into mine, causing me to gasp. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, coaxing a groan out of me. I've never felt this dominated before.

He slips my dress over my head, leaving me naked except for my tiny white lace panties. The urge to cover myself is strong, but I fight it, waiting for Dom's response.

"Beautiful." With one hand behind my head and one on my breast, he pulls me in for a kiss. The hand that was on my breast works its way down my body in feather-light touches, finally landing on my panty-clad pussy.

He breaks our kiss and whispers against my lips, "These need to go." My lust-filled brain can't comprehend what he is talking about until I feel a pull on my panties and hear the rip of fabric as he tears them from me. Bringing my panties to his nose, he inhales deeply, "You smell delicious. I bet you taste just as good." He tucks my panties into his pants pocket before gently laying me on the bed and working his shoulders between my thighs.

The first lick of his tongue hits my clit, immediately sending a throbbing pulse through my pussy. My eyes roll back in response to the sheer pleasure racing through my body. I had no idea this would feel so incredible.

He inserts a finger into my pussy, "Fuck, Bella, your pussy is so tight I can barely get one finger inside you. Is your boyfriend's cock so small it can't even stretch you, can't even make you come because it's so tiny?" He whispers against my thighs, causing my body to shiver in response.

"No-no boyfriend." I moan, raising my hips to meet the shallow thrusts of his finger.

"My greedy Bella, is that why you are here searching for a Pleasure Dom? Does this pretty little pussy need to come?" His words cause my pussy to gush in wetness. So much I can feel it slide out of my pussy and down my leg.

"Yes, please, Dom, make me come. I need to come." I groan, twisting my body from side to side, searching for a release.

He adds a second finger and increases the speed of his fingers thrusting into my pussy, "So responsive little one." His fingers pump faster, and my body is a hot mess of desire.

His tongue flicks hungrily at my clit one minute, then sucks it into his mouth the next, increasing the pressure until I think I'm going to pass out from the feeling. It's too much. I can't hold on much longer. I come with his name on my lips.

With one last kiss to my pussy, he lifts his head, looking into my half-closed eyes, "Would you like to taste yourself?" He moves from between my thighs, looming over me with his still-clothed cock pressing into the vee of my thighs. He places his fingers, which are coated with my juices, into my mouth. It feels so wicked, but I can't stop from sucking his fingers into my mouth, sliding my tongue around them, licking up every drop.

"Mmm." I moan at my salty flavor. My hips thrust up, searching for another release.

"Such a good girl. Do you like how you taste on my fingers?" Pulling them out of my mouth and placing them in his, he closes his eyes and sucks on his fingers, "Because I love how you taste on my fingers, but you taste even better on my tongue."

"Can I taste you now, Dom? Please?"

"Like I could deny you anything, little one." He brushes a lock of hair off my cheek," I would burn this whole town down for you if you asked me to." He moves off the bed, slipping off his shoes and socks, unbuckling his belt, and removing his clothing, throwing them on the chair by the door.

I slide to the floor on my knees in front of him. Thanks to my spicy books, I have a pretty good idea of how to give a blow job. I can only hope Dom likes it.

My eyes widen when I get my first look at his giant cock. Sure, I've seen my fair share of penises since I'm a nurse, but those have all been professional encounters, not personal ones. None of those have ever made my body tingle like Dom does. I lick my lips, watching a drop of pre-cum bead at the tip of his cock before it slides down his shaft.

He places his fingers under my chin and lifts my head up, "Look at me, Bella. You don't have to do this; I am here to pleasure you." He stares into my eyes, his lust-filled gaze silently encouraging me to continue.

"I want to, Dom." I smile, placing my hands around his cock, gently stroking him from root to tip. Increasing my speed when he starts to groan.

I run my tongue around the tip. His fingers wrap around my hair, gripping it tightly, but it's not painful.

Once I take him into my mouth, he begins to set the pace, guiding my head while he thrusts his hips, causing me to take him deeper and deeper into my mouth. The sensation is too much; I feel the pressure building in my core again. I rub my thighs together, searching for that relief, but it's not enough. I move a hand to my pussy and rub my fingers through my folds as Dom did to me earlier. It's still not enough, so I thrust a finger in my pussy.

"Your mouth feels so good, Bella. I need to come so bad, but I'm not going to cum in your mouth until I've come in your pussy first." He gazes down at me with my fingers thrusting into my pussy. "It looks like you need to come again, don't you, sweet Bella?"

All I can do is hum a response. He pulls me up off the floor, my mouth making a popping sound when his cock slips out of it. Picking me up and carrying me bridal style, he walks to the bed and gently lays me down, positioning his body over mine, his thick cock pressing against my stomach. "I need to be inside you, Bella, but I don't have a condom. I wasn't planning on this; I wasn't planning on you. I'm clear. It's been years since I've been with anyone."

As sexual as Dom is, I highly doubt it has been years since he has been with anyone. Maybe it's part of the Pleasure Dom act, but I don't care. I want him to be my first. "It's okay. I'm clear, too, and I'm on the pill."

"Good." He kisses my lips, running his hands along my body. I immediately open my mouth, needing to feel his tongue against mine.

He lifts up and adjusts his body which places his cock at the entrance of my pussy. He pushes his hips forward, pressing his hard length into my body, gently breaking through the barrier of my innocence with one thrust. I close my eyes at the slight sting that takes my breath away as he buries himself deep in my body. But the feel of his hard length inside of me lessens the pain.

I wait for him to start moving, and when he doesn't, I open my eyes and see the look of confusion in his.

"You're a virgin."