“Didn’t you beg me not to sleep with anyone else while I was in Jamaica?” He bit her heel playfully. “And didn’t I say I would if you came here every day at lunch time and sent me a video clip of you playing with yourself as a reminder of what I had waiting for me in the UK?”
“Yes.” She squirmed as he ran his tongue over the arch of her foot. Oh dear God, not her ticklish feet! “Dominic, don’t!”
“And why didn’t you?”
“I thought you were joking!”
She had known that he wasn’t joking, but she’d baulked at the thought of someone else accidentally seeing an image of her private parts. She cringed as she remembered how emotional she’d become when they had made love just before he left for Jamaica. Remembering his impromptu trip to Bahamas to break off things with his woman there, she suddenly felt panicked that he had one in Jamaica, too. She’d clung to him on the eve of his trip to Jamaica, supported by the wall behind her and his strong arms under her knees, as he had thrust rhythmically into her and begged him not to give anyone in Jamaica her ‘sugar’ while he was over there. He hadn’t responded until they were lying in bed together several minutes later. And then rather than allay her fears that he would sleep with someone else while out there, he’d made a conditional promise which she had agreed to, in desperation.
“You know I never joke about anything.”
“Does that mean you slept with…?” she couldn’t finish the question past the lump that had formed in her throat. She raised her head and held her breath as she waited for his answer.
“No I didn’t.” He held her foot steady and sucked several of her toes into his mouth.
“Dominic, please…please!”
“I’m going to find every erogenous zone on your body and tease you until you die of pleasure,” he threatened.
Minutes later she screamed out as if he were indeed murdering her as he tilted her behind upwards and feasted on her nub of her clitoris like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. When she came, he continued on regardless, not stopping until she flooded his tongue with another flow of her nectar.
She felt boneless as he unsnapped the handcuffs and turned her over.
“And now, my precious, I’m going to fuck you until you’re too sore to walk.” He placed her legs on his shoulders and positioned himself against her. “I was bursting when I got here today. I don’t appreciate having to masturbate when I have a woman who can satisfy my needs. The next time I tell you to come to me, you will do so without question.”
“I’m not your little play— ” The breath rushed out of her at the first hard slam of hips as he penetrated her to the hilt. “Fuck…oh fuck!”
“You’re not what?” he asked, daring her to defy him.
“Your damned plaything!” she replied, but circled her hips and met his strong, hard, fast thrusts.
“You’re not?” He stopped moving and smiled roguishly as he pressed her legs forward until her knees were either side of her head. Then he placed his hands on her legs and started to move again. There was no room to maneuver she soon realized and no escape from his full, deep penetration.
“You brute!” She dug her short nails into his shoulder blades as he started to pound into her.
He laughed and added a sideways movement to his back and forth motion without breaking his rhythm. “But you love me.”
“You know I do.”
Her hands left his shoulders of their own accord and rifled through the curls at the back of his head. She pulled his head down and he kissed her gently—a startling contrast to the hard battering of his hips.
***
“Preston was out of order today.” Chantelle heard the remnants of fury in Dominic’s voice and understood the control he had exercised in the meeting. He hadn’t brought the topic up as he had taken her fast and furiously twice more before slowing to a more moderate pace as his immediate lust was satisfied. Now he lay sprawled naked on green silk sheets like a lazy lion in the Serengeti sun while she hurriedly dressed, hoping to get home in time to read Charmine her favorite bedtime story. Cerise would do it if she was late, but their little sister complain that no one did the voice as well as Chantelle.
“It’s okay.” Chantelle didn’t want to discuss the matter with Dominic. She had to think long and hard about the ramification of continuing to work for the company when every future project, bonus or promotion she was awarded would raise the eyebrows or the suspicions of other members of the management team. She was confident that she had been appointed to the position purely on her performance at the interview, but her youth and lack of experience would add credence to the suspicion Preston had now fuelled.
“If anyone was going to get to work with me on the project it would have been Mark, but he’s just been diagnosed with lung cancer…please keep it to yourself for now. He will need to take several months off to deal with it.”
“Poor Mark!”
“They’ve caught it early, so he has a good chance of survival. I don’t want him taking on a new project right now. The treatment won’t be easy…my father was diagnosed with prostate cancer eighteen months ago and is now in full remission.”
“I’m sorry to hear about your dad.”
“No need to feel sorry for the old codger.” Dominic’s smile softened his words. “He’s a workaholic, but he’s enjoying the chance to spend some time with Mum, taking her on cruises to all the places he’d promised to when they were first married. And he still calls me over to the house whenever he’s in the UK to grill me about the company and the decisions I’m making. He can’t wait to take over the reins again next month.”
“What will you do when he returns?” Chantelle tried to keep her voice light, but a tremor still escaped. Dominic would then be free to return to the Caribbean and his decadent lifestyle.
“I don’t want him working too hard, so I’m going to stay here until next April to keep an eye on him.” They probably wouldn’t still be seeing each other, but Chantelle’s heart ached at the thought of him in another country. “I’ll celebrate my thirtieth birthday here in the UK and—”
“You’re not thirty yet?” she asked in mock surprise. “I thought you were mid- to late forties!”
“You’re looking for a spanking,” he threatened. “I will ‘mid- to late forties’ your sweet round ass if you don’t behave!”
“I’ll behave,” she promised quickly, knowing that he would probably carry out the threat if she provoked him any further. “And after your birthday you go back to your little island in the Caribbean?”
“You’ve been Googling me.” He chuckled.
“So you do own an island, then?”
“Yes,” he got off the bed, took her wrists in his hands and then wrapped his arms around her, holding her prisoner. “I want to take you there soon.”
“Well, since I may not be working for the company much longer,” she responded, unconsciously revealing the thought that had been foremost in her mind since that morning’s fateful meeting. “I may just have the free time.”
He freed his right hand and tilted her face up to his. “You’re not leaving the company!”
“Dominic, how can I stay after today? I would have loved the chance to work on the Thamesview Project, but now everyone will think that I’m sleeping with you and—”
“You are sleeping with me,” he reminded her, a smile playing around his lips.
“Dominic, be serious!”
“I don’t see what the problem is. It’s my father’s company and he has given his approval.”
“I really don’t want to leave, but—”
“Stop talking about leaving. You’re not going anywhere!” His grasp tightened around her wrist. For a moment she feared he would snap it.
“You’re hurting me.”
“Sorry.” The blood rushed back to her fingers as he immediately released her. He massaged it apologetically and then placed a kiss on her inner wrist. “I won’t let you leave because of an old fool who doesn’t know better than to keep his opinions to himself.”
“Dominic, it’s too late for that. They’ll all be thinking the same thing now.”
“The more reason to stop hiding our relationship.” Dominic hadn’t like the subterfuge in the first place. “This ducking and diving is getting old now. If you weren’t a virgin before we made love, I would suspect that you were seeing another man.”
“Of course I’m not seeing another man!”
“Then what is the problem?” he asked, clearly exasperated. “The last time I looked in the mirror, I had one head, two eyes, a nose and a mouth. Have I grown a third eye or an extra nose or mouth since?”