SIX
Triss
Seven years ago…
MY CLOSET WAS FULL OF nice dresses, but they were too nice—as in, good-girl-next-door nice. I wanted something sexy, something that would make Dom want to strip it off me the second he saw me in it.
With Kim out who knew where, I decided to go shopping on my own. It took me three hours to find the right dress, and once I had it on, I didn’t want to take it off. I bought matching underwear and a bra at Victoria Secret that made my breasts look killer in the dress, and I wore them home after getting my hair done.
My dad and stepmother had left the night before for Vermont. A much-needed getaway they had said, but really it was just so Nancy could spend more of my father’s money while trying to impress her snotty friends. As much as I adored Dom and Kim, I wasn’t blind to the fact that their mother was a greedy cow who was only with my father for his money. I doubted they were blind to her either, but Dom was a good son and didn’t question his mother too often. That was probably the only thing we ever argued about. However, I was a daddy’s girl, so I could understand him being a momma’s boy. Therefore, I didn’t let it get me down too often.
Walking into the house that afternoon, I knew he was home even without having to see him. I could feel his presence in the house. Every cell in my body was attuned to his nearness like some odd sixth sense. Dropping the rest of my bags in my room, I walked down the east wing of the house and stopped at Dom’s door. It was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open and peeked inside.
He was standing at his huge walk-in closet, pulling on a suit jacket over a metallic blue button-up. Seeing his choice of shirt color, I couldn’t help grinning. The dress I was wearing matched it almost perfectly, making my eyes pop. Had he picked that shirt with me in mind? I couldn’t help wondering.
Biting my bottom lip, I stood there in the doorway, leaning against the frame as I watched him work on his tie. Every move he made had my body amped up with awareness of him. The way his fingers fiddled with his tie, how his shoulders moved, and his chest lifted with each breath.
When he shifted from one leg to the other, growing frustrated with the tie, I finally took pity on him and entered the room.
“Want some help?” I murmured as I came up behind him.
He looked up with a mixture of relief, amusement, and pleasure on his handsome face. “I’m willing to beg for it, if I have to.”
I sunk my teeth into my lip again, trying to hide how giddy I was. “I won’t make you beg … this time,” I said with a sassy wink as I unknotted the tie.
This close to him, I could smell the clean, woodsy scent of his aftershave. It was an intoxicating scent that threatened to consume me with its headiness.
Carefully, I fixed the tie then reluctantly stepped back as my shyness began to overwhelm me. “There. Perfect.”
Strong hands caught mine when I would have turned away, pulling me in close again. He pressed my hands against his chest, and I was helpless to not feel how wild his heart was beating. With my hands on his chest, he lowered his own to my waist, circling them around me and stroking his fingers over my hips.
“Where did you get this dress?” he demanded in a low voice.
“This old thing?” I smirked when he just glowered down at me. He knew I had just bought it, since it wasn’t the kind of thing I normally wore. And I could see that he liked it on me. “I got it at the mall today. You like it?”
A low growl left him. “It’s sexy as hell. I hate it on you.” His fingers contracted on my hips. “I want you to take it off.”
I couldn’t contain the shiver that swept down my spine as images of him doing just that filled my head. It made me breathless, and I unconsciously pressed into him.
“You said we were going out,” I reminded him.
I had been so nervous all day from his promise to celebrate with me by taking me to dinner. This didn’t feel like just two friends celebrating. It felt like a date, but I was too shy to ask if that was what it really was.
Dom lowered his head until his nose was brushing over my jaw. “We will,” he assured me, his voice low and full of promises. “Just let me see you without that dress first.” As he spoke, he trailed his fingers caressingly up my back until he found the hidden zipper. In the next moment, the dress was falling apart in the back.
Shivering, I stepped back from him and turned, letting the dress fall down my arms, and then to my waist before pushing it over my hips.
Behind me, I heard his harsh exhale and looked at him from over my shoulder. The raw desire I saw shining out of his eyes had my already wet panties growing soaked with a need I had been too shy to let him see. But that look, it made me brave, and I turned as I stepped out of the dress.
In only my bra, panties, and heels, I faced him as I parted my legs ever so slightly, giving him a glimpse of the wetness on my thighs that I didn’t want to hide from him.
“Triss,” my name was a groan on his tongue.
I licked my dry lips, trying to think of something sexy to say, but as always, my shyness wouldn’t let me. Instead, I just stood there, letting my eyes tell their own story.
His nostrils flared with his next inhale, and then he took a step closer to me. When he lifted a hand, I noticed his fingers shook. He touched my hair, stroking the silkiness between his fingertips before pushing it over my shoulder and feasting his eyes on my body.
My breasts filled the cups of my bra almost to the point of overflowing with each breath I took. My heart was pounding just as hard as his had been under my hands only a moment before. I felt dizzy with need; edgy with a desire that I had never let myself slake in all the months we had been flirting and teasing each other.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on,” he said with a growl, catching my hips and forcefully pulling me into him.
When I felt the evidence of how much he wanted me pulse against my bare tummy, I couldn’t hold back my moan.
“Fuck, Triss. You’re killing me, love.” I felt his lips on my neck, just under my ear. “If you let me touch you, there’s no going back. I can’t go on as we have been. The flirting, the teasing, the wanting you so badly I can’t see straight.” He traced his tongue over a vein. “I want you, baby. I want all of you.”
“All …?” I whispered, lost in the pleasure of being held by him like this, of having his hands and mouth on me.
“All,” he confirmed in a strong voice, leaving me in no doubt of how much he wanted me.
Us.
“Will you give it to me, Triss?”
“Yes.” My answer was a vow, a promise that I was already his in every way. He just needed to claim me.
“Thank you.” His exhale sounded relieved, and I realized he had been holding his breath, waiting for my answer. As if he had thought I didn’t want him—us—as much as he did.
Forcing my shyness down, I lifted my hands and cupped his strong jaw in both palms. I met his gaze boldly, showing him exactly how much I was in this with him.
His next breath left him on a shudder, and then he buried his face in my hair. I stroked my fingers over his freshly shaven jaw and up into his hair, holding him to me.
We stood like that for a long moment before he sucked in a deep breath and stepped back. “Put your dress back on. We’ll be late if we don’t go now.”
I shook my head. “No.” Reaching behind me, I unsnapped my bra and let it fall forward.
He swallowed with difficulty, his throat bobbing with the force of it.
“I don’t want to go out, after all.”
“I promised you,” he got out in a rough voice.
As the bra fell to the floor, I started to lower my underwear. When they were gone, I only had my heels on. Despite my shyness, I had never felt as sexy as right then and there, with his eyes eating up every inch of me.
“Make me a new one.”
With one large hand, he caught my left hip, pulling me against him so hard I knew I would feel his fingers for days to follow. “I promise to take my time, to worship every inch of your amazing body.” He started to lower his head, his mint flavored breath brushing over my parted lips. “I promise to make every part of you feel good. And I promise you will beg for more when it’s all over.”
My knees started to buckle at just the mental pictures that popped into my head with each word out of his mouth. He grasped my right hip with his other hand, anchoring me against him, refusing to let me fall.
“I-I like those promises,” I murmured, brushing my lips over his chin as I bit my nails into his chest through his button-up. “Follow through, Dom. Make them a reality.”
His fingers contracted on my bare flesh, and he lifted me until my feet dangled off the ground. I didn’t have time to wrap my legs around him before he was backing us up, moving toward his bed behind him. When the mattress hit the back of his knees, he stopped and sat, with me in his lap. I parted my legs and straddled him.
The proof of his erection was straining against the seam of his dress pants, threatening to burst through, stroking over my wet folds as I opened to him. He never let up his hold on my flesh, squeezing and massaging, helping me grind my wetness against him. Nothing had ever felt so good, so right, as what he was making me feel right then.
My head fell back onto my shoulders as I twisted my hips, my eyes rolling back into my head at the pleasure while my shoes fell to the floor. “Dom,” I moaned, pushing my pelvis down harder.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Babe, the door is still open.” He fell back, taking me with him. Then he rolled so he was over me. He brushed his lips over my jaw then reluctantly left me. “Two seconds, I swear.”
I felt cold without his heat against me. Shivering, I scooted up on the bed and pulled the covers down until I could crawl under them.
Dom closed and locked his door, then turned to find me getting comfortable in his bed. “Shit,” he muttered as he pulled his jacket off in a rush, then started to loosen his tie. By the time he returned to the bed, his chest was bare and he was working on his belt.
I watched in utter fascination as the belt and top button were undone. Then he slowly lowered his zipper before pushing his pants and boxer briefs down his hips, making his cock spring free.
I sucked in a shaky breath as I got a good look at what I had been daydreaming of touching, licking, sucking for months now.
It wasn’t just long, but thick, with a pink mushroom head and dark veins popping out along the wide shaft. There were clear drops of liquid weeping from the slit at the top that had my mouth watering for some reason at the thought of licking them away.
As he straightened, he picked up his pants, pulling two foil packets out of the back pocket. Tossing them on the bed beside me, he then pulled the covers back, refusing to let me stay hidden under them.
As his eyes ate up the sight of me, I fell back against his pillows. Pink filled me cheeks in a mixture of need and that damn shyness that wouldn’t let me speak.
I knew and loved this man, yet this was a side that we had only teased at exploring. I didn’t know what to do or how to act, and I was scared I would screw it all up and he wouldn’t want me anymore. So, I just laid there, spread out for his taking.
Dom climbed onto the bed beside of me, stretching his long body along my own as he lowered his head and captured my mouth in a kiss that would have had my head spinning if I wasn’t lying on my back right then. With one hand, he cupped my neck, tickling his fingers down my throat then lower until he cupped my breast.
His thickness pulsed against my thighs, but he didn’t try to touch me there yet.
I tried to touch him, but every time I moved my fingers, he would grasp my hand and lift it above my head while he continued to kiss me.
“Dom,” I whimpered as he pinched my nipple and twisted. “I want to touch you.”
“I made you a promise, Triss. If you touch me, I’ll end up breaking it, and I can’t have that happening.”
He kissed his way down my neck until his lips met his fingers and replaced them. My back arched against his mouth, trying to get closer. With each tug of his lips, a pulse would throb between my legs, making me squirm against his hardness. The wetness between my legs rubbed over him, smearing across us both as his body unconsciously thrust against mine.
I tried to pull my hands free, but his hold only tightened. The look on his face was stern as he lifted his head to look down at me.
“I need to touch you,” I whispered, trying to breathe as the pleasure his hands were evoking threatened to steal away the last of my sane reasoning. “Please.”
With a deep throated groan, he released my hands. And, as soon as his hold was gone, I was tracing over every inch of him I could reach. Feeling his heat, the hard muscles on his arms and back, only heightened my pleasure. I stroked my nails down his back, careful at first, but when he growled something I couldn’t understand and sucked my nipple roughly against the roof of his mouth, I bit my nails into his flesh, scratching down his back. The noise that left him was a mixture of pained pleasure that spurred me to do it again.
“Hell, Triss, you’re gonna draw blood.”
Regret instantly filled me, and I started to apologize, but he stopped me.
“I love it, but I’m about to come all over you if you don’t stop.” He kissed my lips again. “Let me make you come, baby. Let me get your pussy all wet and ready for me. Then I’ll let you scratch the fuck out of me.”
Before I could speak, he returned to feasting on my body, showing my other nipple the same attention.
I felt bolder after what he had just confessed, and I found myself exploring more than just his back and arms. I stroked my hands down his ass, enjoying the contrast of the hair on the back of his thighs against my soft fingers as I traveled lower.
Dom kissed his way down my abdomen, pausing only for a moment to dip his tongue into my belly button. The feeling of having that tiny hole stretched and prodded by his wet tongue had liquid gushing from my pussy as he urged my legs apart.
As soon as I opened my thighs, I could smell myself. It was like a sweet incense filling the room, with the scents of honey and the floral body wash I used.
He moved down until I felt his breath on the inside of my thighs. Then I heard him inhale long and deeply, as if he were savoring my scent.
I felt pink start to fill my cheeks, but my shy embarrassment quickly disappeared when I felt his tongue lick me from my opening up to where I pulsed and ached the most.
Everything inside of me tightened and started to convulse as he pressed his tongue down hard against that little ball of nerves, and then sucked it between his teeth. With the sharp pierce of his teeth mixed with the mind-blowing pleasure of having him suck on my clit, I couldn’t have held back the scream of pure pleasure if I’d had a gun to my head. He sucked and licked and twisted his tongue in a way that had my hips lifting off the bed in an attempted to get closer.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered repeatedly. “Dom, please. Please. Please.” I didn’t know what I was begging for, but he seemed to know what I needed.
I felt him tease at my entrance with his thumb, then thrust carefully inside.
My entire body seemed to convulse now as he invaded my most intimate hole. Still, it didn’t send me flying as I so desperately wanted to fly.
Pulling his thumb free, he stretched me with his index and middle fingers. They opened and closed inside of me like scissors. My hips thrust against his fingers, wanting them deeper, wanting more.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Triss,” he groaned against my clit. “I’m not going to last long when I get inside this tight heat. Come for me, baby. I want to taste your pussy when you fall apart for me.”
I barely heard him as the blood rushed through my ears and something deep inside of me exploded into a million blinding stars. He didn’t let up on my clit, though, eating me with a hunger that seemed to consume him as he buried his head between my legs and sucked up every drop of the sweet cream that was flooding from my pussy.
Then he pulled his fingers from me, and when I whimpered from the loss to my sensitized hole, he rewarded me by replacing them with three fingers. He was rougher this time, thrusting them deeper until they reached and bounced off the gift I had only ever thought to give him.
His head snapped up when he felt it again, and I instinctively shifted away from his fingers as he held them completely still deep inside me.
“I’ve never thought this would happen,” he told me in a voice rough with all the need that shined out of his eyes. “I dreamed about it plenty of times, but I never really let myself believe it could happen. Are you sure about this, Triss? Are you certain you want me to be the one to take this from you?”
I licked my suddenly dry lips and slowly nodded, pressing up against his fingers this time instead of pulling away. “I’ve only ever wanted to give it to you, Dom. It belongs to you.”
I belong to you.
Something darkened in his eyes. Possessiveness? Love? I couldn’t tell which it was, but it made my heart shudder in my chest.
“Thank you, baby.” He kissed my pussy one more time, letting his tongue stroke over my clit again and dragging a shocked cry from me when my body began to pulse all over again.
He then sat up on his knees and looked down at me for a long moment while he cupped his hand around his shaft and stroked his long cock. More clear drops beaded on the tip, and I reached out without realizing what I was going to do, stroking my index finger over his slit then lifting those drops to my mouth. I sucked my finger to the knuckle, surprised by the salty-flavored musk that exploded on my tongue.
“Fucking hell, Triss. How am I supposed to keep a clear head long enough to treat you like the queen you deserve to be treated as when you do things like that?” He pressed my thighs farther open and moved until the tip of his cock was right at my opening.
“Dom,” I moaned as he dipped the tip in then pulled back, teasing me again and again with just the head of his cock until my walls were clenching in an attempt to suck him deeper. “Give me everything, Dom. Please.”
“Fuck,” he breathed as he sunk deeper. He didn’t pull back this time, slowly giving me an inch at a time.
When the tip hit my hymen, I stiffened, expecting the pain that was about to come. However, he didn’t give me time to think about it as he pulled back again, and then thrust hard until he was completely seated deep inside of me.
“Okay?” he asked between clenched teeth.
“I’m okay,” I got out weakly. The pain had been harsh but quick, and now I only felt stretched and full. “Please, Dom. I’m ready for more. Give me everything.”
He groaned, shifting his hips. “I love this tight pussy, Triss. The way it grips me and holds me like a prisoner deep inside you. It’s mine now, baby. I own this pussy.”
“Yes,” I gasped out.
“Say it,” he commanded, thrusting deep once again. “Say the words.”
“You own it,” I rushed to comply. “You own … me.”
Dom fell forward on his arms, capturing my lips with his and kissing me long and hard as he continued to take possession of my body.
I wrapped my legs around him, locking my ankles at the base of his spine as I urged him on harder with each pleasure-filled whimper that he dragged from me.
“Triss!” My name came out a roar as his release snuck up on him and he began to fill me with one hot spray of come after another. The new heat only spiked my own pleasure higher, and as he continued to thrust his hips, working through the powerful release that was making him shake, I came again.