Pushing my legs open wide for him, two thick fingers thrust into me as his mouth swallows a breast. Those fingers push deep inside as he sucks hard, then bites my nipple until I scream from the pain. There is nothing soothing about the way he begins sucking fiercely, yet I don’t dare stop him as the pain twists into pleasure so intense fireworks explode behind my eyelids. Another painful bite, then he moves to my other breast at the same time his fingers press against a spot that holy fucking shit feels so damn good. Roughly, they rub, until I’m coming with body-shaking force.
I’m still shaking when Dominic flips me over, and begins to spank me so hard I fight not to scream. Once, twice, until each cheek has received five painful smacks. Why does this make me so wet every time he does this to me? Before I can draw in air, he grips my hips and slams into me.
It doesn’t matter I’m soaking wet, that this isn’t the first time, his cock is so large the pain is nearly blinding as he fucks me. His thrusts are furious, pounding, punishing, relentless and even as I hate him for it, I’m coming again and again and again until I’m in agony. How long can he keep doing this? He’s come at least once, the hot rush of his come filling me, yet it didn’t even slow him down. I can’t, god I can’t take anymore. I scream into the soaking wet sheets under me.
Dominic grips me tight around my throat, lifting me from the bed. His other arm is holding me so tightly around my stomach his muscles are digging into my back. I feel his every breath of air, every contraction of muscle and sinew burning into me as fiercely as his cock inside me.
“You’ll take everything I give you. Every fucking thing,” he growls, then he’s sucking on my neck before biting as if he is devouring me, and damn him, I come again with a scream that has my throat raw. What feels like minutes later but for all I know could be hours, he comes with a growl, and as it has every time he comes inside me, my body clenches around him desperate, hungry for all of him, every last drop.
We fall to the bed on our side, his grip still around my throat and stomach, his cock still buried inside me. We’re both gasping for air. Other than my lungs, I can’t move a muscle. The arm around me loosens slightly, and without thought I grasp him around the wrist to keep it in place.
My small movement is all it takes to stir him. He begins moving inside me again. This time his strokes are slower, smaller, yet they are no less powerful, turning me to liquid all over again. His hand remains around my throat as his other hand roams over my body, playing with my breasts, at turns gentle then punishing my hardened, aching nipples. This time he moves inside me for what I swear is an hour without getting me close to the edge. He’s driving me out of my mind. I clench tight around him inside me, desperate for more, deeper, harder, anything but this slow torture.
I never see it coming, one moment his fingers are viciously twisting my nipple, the next his hand is slapping the mound of me. Before I can even draw in air to scream, he’s doing it again and again.
“Don’t fucking move,” he growls with every slap, yet I can’t. God, I can’t, my body doesn’t belong to me. How do I want more of what he’s doing to me?
The world tilts, we’re both on our knees now. Only I’m boneless, draped on him, it’s Dominic holding me up on him. Holy fuck, he’s buried so deep, so fucking deep and just like the pain of his slaps to my pussy I love it, need more, every inch of him. There is no build, no warning when my orgasm slams into me, yanking me under the deepest part of the ocean. It terrifies me, it’s too much. I’m begging Dominic, but for what, I don’t know.
“Please,” the word sputters out of me. “What do you want from me?” Can he understand me when the words come out of me in a garbled plea?
“Everything. I want everything from you. I want every inch of skin on your body to crave my touch. I want every cell in your body to belong to me. I want your every fucking thought to belong to me. I want the air in your lungs to be mine, taken as you think only of me.” The words are blasted against the skin of my neck and burn into me, as permanent as the ink of a tattoo.
How could he want that when he—it slaps me in the face, what I hadn’t really taken in when I opened the door to his room. He had been limp and looked bored out of his mind. “You weren’t going to fuck her. You hated her touching you—”
Twisting my face to him, he swallows my mouth whole. From deep inside me he thrusts in angry, violent bursts. His kiss is endless as he pounds into me. He comes again, filling me and sending me into my own painful climax. The world goes black around me.
When I wake up, I’m still in Dominic’s arms, in spoon fashion, his hard chest against my back. He’s also still inside me. Both of his arms are around my waist in a firm hold.
I’m not sure if I’m impressed or scared of what this holds for the future. At the feel of him inside me, I sigh. Definitely scared. Scared because I love this, all of it. I think it was supposed to be a display of his power over me. No doubt about it, it also fills me with awe of what he does to me, the way he makes me feel.
Was Chloe right or was it all wishful thinking? It doesn’t feel like wishful thinking buried inside me right now. Dominic had pushed me, playing a painful game of chicken with Serena, with threatening another woman at all. He’ll never admit it, though, had been pissed I knew the truth. I remember Chloe’s words: let go. The dress was the first part of the plan, the apology had to come too, or we would never get past it.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said that day. Hearing you say those things about me, how I was so willing, so easy... blame it on all the years of Catholic boarding school, Jane Austen, champagne, and the white dress. It filled me with shame, made me feel dirty because it was so true.” He goes tense, his arms tighten around me. “Whatever you want from me, I can’t deny you. However you want me, I’m yours.”
He doesn’t say anything for so long I wonder if I made it worse. “Why did you move out of my room?”
It’s the last question in the world I want to answer. He’ll know if I say it. In a warning he tightens his hold around me. Closing my eyes, I pray Chloe was right. “I hated the idea of sleeping in the same bed as all of the women who came before me. Once the thought hit me, I couldn’t let it go.”
No response. How could he respond to something so stupid? I sigh as I wonder if he’ll think I’m an idiot all over again. We lie together for a long time, neither of us moving. Even though there is still an underlying tension, there is also an odd comfort to his tight grip around me.
22
Regina
This time when I wake up I’m alone. I’m also in my room. With a gasp, I sit up wondering what I had done wrong this time. My body protests, reminding me of the hours Dominic was buried inside me. It catches my eye: through the open door of the walk-in closet are Dominic’s clothes. Sliding off the bed, I move slowly around the room. On the other bedside table are two different books and a carafe of water with a glass as the lid. It wasn’t there last night. The bathroom is filled with Dominic’s things. Closing my eyes, I sag against the doorframe in relief.
Stupid, so stupid. If I had just told him from the beginning... I jump at finding Dominic studying me from the open doorway of what is now our bedroom.
“Thank you.” It’s all I can say around the lump in my throat.
A shrug of his shoulders. “I need to go out of town for a few days,” he says as he goes into the closet.
I follow him. “Where?”
An eyebrow goes up at my question. It’s clear he’s debating on answering me. With a shrug, he turns to pick out clothes. “Did you know Johnny had a son who died before you were born?”
“He mentioned him, John Junior. All he said was he died, nothing else really.”