The Dominant by Tara Sue Me

“But yes, I was talking about Abby.”
    “Thanks,” I said, oddly pleased.
    “Thanks, man,” Jackson said, coming up to me. “Felicia’s great.”
    “Really?” I asked.
    He just smiled. “And your Abby is something else as well.”
    That she was.
    Apollo ran up to us as I opened the front door. Abigail jumped back and I sighed. I needed to take him out before I could
     focus on Abigail.
    “Keep the gown on and wait in my room,” I said. “The way you did in my office.”
    Ten minutes later, I entered my bedroom to find Abigail standing with her head down. I got hard just looking at her.
    I circled her slowly. Walking around her, noting the faint tremor of her body. I walked to her back and lightly traced the
     top of her gown, running my fingers over the very spot I’d wanted to touch earlier.
    “You were spectacular tonight.” I leaned in and smelled her hair. Mmm. Ever so slowly, I took the pins from her wavy curls,
     watching as they bounced down to brush her shoulders. “And my family will talk about nothing but you now.”
    She was still trembling. Was she scared?
    “You pleased me tonight, Abigail,” I said, my lips so close to her skin, I could almost taste her. “Now it’s my turn to please
     you.”
    I took her zipper and slid it down, then pushed the dress from her shoulders. I let myself kiss her, tasting the skin of her
     back. It was sweet, with just a hint of salt. She was trembling still, but I knew they were tremors of anticipation now.
    The gown dropped to the floor and I carried her to the bed. “Lie down.”
    She did as told, and I crawled to her and slipped off her shoes. I met her eyes before I bent down to kiss her ankle. She
     gasped.
    As I trailed kisses up her leg, I remembered that no one had ever done this to her before. What the hell kind of men had she
     dated that never took the time to give proper attention to her pussy? How had they contained themselves?
    I reached up to remove her panties.
    She put a hand on my head. “Don’t.”
    I gritted my teeth, but reminded myself that this was new and she was scared. “Don’t tell me what to do, Abigail.”
    With one move, I slid the panties down her legs and settled myself between her knees. She was already wet. Wet and swollen.
    I stared at her, ready to show her just how much she’d pleased me. Show her how she’d be rewarded when she pleased me.
    I started with a kiss on her clit and she nearly jumped off the bed. Steady. I blew gently across her clit and then placed
     soft kisses up and down her slit. I took it slow and easy, waiting for her to get used to me. Wanting to savor the experience.
     Wanting to bring her pleasure.
    Gently, I took my fingers and spread her, opening her completely for my tongue. With one long sweep, I licked her entire opening.
     She was delicious. Sweet as honey. I licked her again.
    Mmmmm.
    I pulled my lips from my teeth and nibbled on her gently. She was still sore—I needed to be gentle. Her legs started to close
     around my head and I pushed her knees farther apart. “Don’t make me tie you up,” I told her.
    I continued with my mouth, lapping up her wetness, drinking every drop she had. I shifted my eyes upward and saw her clutching
     the comforter. Her legs shook as I nipped her swollen clit. She was enjoying herself—finally.
    I doubled my efforts, slipping my tongue inside her while moving my hands up her body. I stroked her belly and made my way
     up to her breasts, brushing her nipples. She let out a startled gasp—her body taut.
    Yes, my lovely. Come for me.
    I sucked her clit into my mouth, grazing it gently with my teeth as I did so, licking right where I knew she wanted it most.
    “Oh . . .” She arched her back, pushing herself toward me.
    I ran my hands back down her torso and wrapped my arms around her thighs, holding her to me as her orgasm shuddered throughout
     her body.
    She stayed motionless for several minutes, and I would have felt smug except I was hard as a