Chapter 7 - More Than Touch
As it turned out, the trip Dominic planned was more apropos than he had imagined. The beginning of November marked Makayla’s very first testing period as a medical student and, despite her obvious intelligence, she ran herself ragged; staying up at all hours of the night studying, waking up early in order to cram in those few last vital facts - neglecting meals and her own well-being in favor of getting top marks.
Anyone with eyes could see that she was utterly exhausted. Brett and Sophia did their best to keep her well-fed and cared for, but the only thing that brought about her relaxation was the last of her midterms, whereupon she promptly came home and fell into a deep sleep that lasted until eight in the evening.
She emerged, bleary-eyed, in search of sustenance around nine thirty, and when she passed the open door of the study, Dominic called to her casually. “Paris tomorrow.”
The young woman paused in the middle of the doorway to look at him, still half-asleep. She was ridiculously alluring, with her hair all mussed and the sleeve of a navy silk sleep-shirt hanging down over one mocha-hued shoulder. “Hm?”
Dominic forced himself to take a steadying breath. “Our flight for Paris leaves at eight in the morning tomorrow. Are you packed?”
Slowly, her eyes widened in realization. “Oh, shit.”
No sooner had she uttered the explicative than she turned on her heel and raced for the guest room to begin the process. They would only be gone for a week, and Dominic had to imagine that, unlike most women, Kayla didn’t pack much.
Indeed, when they set out from the penthouse the next morning, she only brought one piece of carry-on luggage with her, assuring him that it had everything she needed for the trip. The young woman caught up on some much needed sleep in the car on the way to the airport, and she looked so peaceful that Dom almost hated to wake her.
Thankfully, they didn’t have to go through much security. He had elected to take his private jet this flight, which meant that they didn’t have to worry about the complications of commercial airliners. At the sight of the sleek aircraft on the runway, Kayla gaped. “We’re taking that?”
Dominic smirked. “Is there something wrong with my jet, Kayla?” He could see her fighting a losing battle in her head over whether or not she would try to argue. Ultimately, however, she just ended up trudging after him before taking the steps up into the plush interior of the aircraft.
Dominic quite enjoyed her trying to look everywhere at once. Considering how much he travelled for work, he thought a plane had been a worthwhile investment. Dominic knew many of his peers who owned planes and hardly used them, but his was fairly well travelled. In the past six years, it had seen thirty different countries, and flew about two times a month, on average. Lately, he’d been avoiding trips, trying to adjust to his new life with Kayla.
But now, he thought he could afford to relax a little.
For the first hour of their flight or so, Kayla squirmed around in her leather seat, looking from the bar at the opposite side of the plane to the long table he’d used for a conference or two in the air. A long, narrow hallway led to a small bedroom at the aft of the aircraft, which he used when he feared jetlag would keep him from getting work done.
When his mother had found out about the plane, she called it excessive. But then, Elaine West was the daughter of a coal miner - and wife to a deceased farmer. She found her son’s entire life excessive, to some degree - but that didn’t mean she couldn’t accept it.
“How long have you been flying in this thing?” Kayla finally worked up the gall to ask a question after she’d been presented with a glass of champagne by a single hostess.
Taking his own champagne, Dominic arched a brow. “A good while. Why? You don’t like it?”
Kayla immediately shook her head, her cheeks slightly flushed. “No, that isn’t it at all! It’s just...this is only my second time on an airplane, and this is in a completely different league, even, than first class.”
“Well, it cost a lot more too,” Dominic returned, his lips quirking. “But I travel a lot, so I find it a necessity.”
“You haven’t travelled all that much since I came….unless you count staying overnight at the office.” Her little jibe made him chuckle.
“Well, I was worried you’d run away if I left you alone. Was I wrong?” The young woman immediately looked away, her lips drawing downward in a pouting frown.
“I wouldn’t have backed out of our agreement.” She replied almost defensively, toying with her champagne flute. She was cute when she was pissed - he almost liked getting her riled up. “I made a commitment. I don’t break commitments.”
With a sigh, Dominic leaned back against his seat comfortably. “One of the many things I like about you.” He took a sip of his champagne, closing his eyes to savor the flavor. It was nice, he realized, to have someone else to share his jet with - nice to make a trip with a companion of his own choosing.
“Dominic?”
“Hm?” He answered her almost absently, wondering if she could possibly look any sexier in her leggings with her oversized sweater clinging to her slender shoulders. Keeping his hands off her in Paris was going to be an exercise in divine patience, that was for sure.
“Where did you grow up?”
The question made his eyes fly open as he looked at her in surprise. The question had come completely out of left field, and caught him more than a little off guard. “Where is this coming from?” He found himself asking carefully. As guarded as Kayla could be about her own past, he wasn’t all for spouting about his either. Of course, the tabloids had it mostly right - that he was the hardworking son two middle-class people who had clawed his way to the top, but they made it seem ridiculously glamorous. There had been at least as much failure as there was success to his story, and it was a well disguised fear of that failure that kept him working as hard as he did.
If he had his way, Dominic would never go back to that dark place again.
“Well, I was going to read up on you in my spare time...but I figured...maybe a conversation would be more appropriate, considering the circumstances.” She stared determinedly at her champagne glass, running one slender finger around the rim anxiously.
Dom supposed the circumstances couldn’t be more strange - she was supposed to be his pretend girlfriend and he was sponsoring her future - but, really, there was no reason he couldn’t divulge a little. If Kayla had faced one of her most ardent fears to appease him, he could at least give her some of himself in return.
“Well…” He set his glass down on the nearest available flat surface before running a hand through hair still damp from his morning shower. “I was born in Minnesota, in the Midwest. Pretty rural town - I imagine something close to the place where you grew up.” Kayla didn’t answer, merely continuing to watch him with unwavering attention. Dominic took this as a sign to continue and launched into a history of his childhood.
Growing up on a farm, getting up at the crack of dawn every day to do chores before school - his adolescence had been like something out of a Laura Ingles Wilder book. He had carefully done his best to balance his schoolwork and his duties at home, but it was always clear that he was a far better mathematician and creative mind than he was proficient at milking cows and baling hay. Ultimately, when his father had died, his mother gave management of the farm over to a small company, and he was free to pursue his college education without worrying about leaving her in the dust.
It was there that Dominic had encountered his first set of actual problems: Despite being told all his life that he was an incredible mathematician, numbers gave him no pleasure. He pursued accounting because he was good at it, but by the time he got his degree and settled down at a firm, all he knew was how miserable he was.
Starting his company had been a way out of that misery.
Of course, he had no idea what the hell he was doing. He knew he had ideas, and he hoped people might appreciate them, but he hadn’t the faintest clue about how to mass produce a project or how to get investors on his side. All Dominic had was a drive to keep moving forward and his mother’s unerring faith in him.
“So she wanted you to leave the accounting firm?” Kayla ventured incredulously. “That’s insane.”
“I can imagine it’s a bit hard for you to understand,” Dominic replied neutrally. “You’ve loved medicine for as long as you’ve known about it, and you’re lucky enough to be good at it too. I had to start all over, in a field that I knew relatively little about - and I was pretty sure I was going to fail.”
“But you didn’t!” The young woman piped up enthusiastically. She’d been listening to every word he said, her attention completely rapt. “We’re in your private jet for God’s sake.”
“We are,” he acquiesced, his expression solemn, “But it took a hell of a long time for me to get here. He sighed, picking up his champagne again before he thought, really thought, about what had gotten him to this point. “I made some foolish decisions.” It was all he could reveal without going intimate detail. “I hurt people. I was reckless. I fucked up as many good business deals as I made until I learned enough to be more careful. It was a long, exhausting road, and I’ll be damned if I’ll just roll over now.”
His last statement slipped out before he could stop it and Dominic quickly sipped from his drink, hoping that Kayla hadn’t really heard him.
He should have been so lucky.
She had finished her champagne and merely pulled her legs up into the seat to stare at him over her knees in inquiry. “What do you mean ‘roll over’?”
Fuck.
He hadn’t meant to go so far. The last thing he needed was someone hearing he’d been complaining about his stockholders.
But it looked as if the damage was already done. Dominic worried his lower lip with his teeth briefly before he allowed himself to tell her what had been on his mind for the past few weeks. “My stockholders seem hell bent on getting me to take on a more passive role in the business - I think I’m a little too hands-on for their liking.”
Makayla’s eyes widened in surprise. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? You’re the backbone of the company, aren’t you?” The insistence in her words surprised him somewhat. When the young woman let her legs down from the chair to scoot to the edge and make her point, he found himself fixated on the gleam in her hazel eyes. “They can’t tell you what to do with your own damn firm. If you want to work, you do what you please! Besides, isn’t it better for the face of your company if you’re not sequestered up in some high tower somewhere? People like to put a face to a name.”
Dominic stared at her - his quiet little houseguest who could be just as passionate as any preacher at the pulpit when it came to something she believed in. She just kept on surprising him.
“My sentiments exactly.” He graced her with a small smile, gratified when she smiled back. Raising his empty flute, he nodded in her direction. “More champagne?”
Makayla’s smile grew to a full-blown grin. “I’m always for more champagne.”
After three more classes of champagne - and more idle conversation than Dominic would have thought himself capable of, they finally arrived in France. Though they had shuffled through their fair share of media to get out of New York, reporters were waiting for them at the airport in Paris in droves, and the moment they stepped from the airport, cameras began to flash.
As usual, Makayla’s grip tightened on his hand and her face paled - but she didn’t try to run away from him. On the contrary, she shifted closer to him - almost as if she expected him to shield her from the chaos around them. He responded automatically, drawing her in even closer to him as he staved off all the questions the french media threw at them. Within minutes, they were in the car that would take them to their hotel - and even when it pulled away from the curb to start towards the city, Makayla was still clinging to him, her face buried in his shoulder.
“Hey.” He glanced down at her, shaking the arm she clung to slightly. “It’s over. You can relax now.”
Kayla merely made a disbelieving sound against his bicep. “I can never relax with you.”
Surprisingly, the statement drew a smile from him. He liked thinking that he kept her on edge - it was at least as much as she did to him. Before she could protest, he wrapped his free arm around her waist, tugging her into his lap so her head jerked up to look at him in a mixture of alarm and embarrassment. “Calm down.” He growled, startled that the look aroused him so flagrantly. “I’m not going to kiss you.”
But he wanted to. Damn if he didn’t want to. Kissing her was almost all he thought about since the first time it happened. Dominic had even thought of making up an excuse for kissing her in public just so he could taste her again - but that was beneath even him. Part of him wanted her to come to him - to prove that the desire wasn’t just one-sided. After all, she had stopped him the first time, insisting that she was overwhelmed.
But was that really it?
He expected her to try and struggle out of his grip, but Makayla merely sat complacently on his lap, and Dominic found himself indulging in her closeness when she finally leaned back against him. He fought the urge to let his hands wander, to explore the line of her waist and nip at the long, elegant stretch of her neck. Why, he wondered, why the hell had he put her on his lap again? He was only torturing himself. Having her like this was nowhere close to how he really wanted her - underneath him and writhing in pleasure in his bed.
In their bed.
Jesus Christ, when had it become their bed?
The thought was enough to occupy him all the way to the hotel - it swirled around his head as they checked in and while he watched her scamper around the large suite with wonder in her eyes. When she finally settled down, however, he merely told her that he had some business to take care of and that he would be back soon. Was it his imagination, or did her face fall a bit when he told her that he was leaving her alone?
That didn’t change anything. He had to go - business always came first. Even if things might have gotten a little muddled since she had become a part of his life, he made it a point that one thing, at least, remained clear: business was first. And no matter how much he wanted Kayla, at the end of the day, she was just another business investment for him.
...But that didn’t mean that he couldn’t acknowledge that particular mindset made him an unmitigated asshole.
**
She was not disappointed.
She was not disappointed.
How on earth could Kayla justify any disappointment when she was in one of the most fabulous cities in the world, finally putting the passport she had used to admire longingly to good use? There was no rule that said she needed Dominic to explore the city with her…
...But part of her had hoped he might.
Instead, the moment they touched down, he rushed off to attend to business, leaving her to her own devices.
The young woman immediately resolved that she would not stay idly in the hotel room, waiting for his return. She could only imagine how disappointed Melody would be in her if she didn’t have lavish tales to tell about her first day in Paris.
And so, she had ventured out, armed with some information from the helpful people at the front desk, to explore the city.
It was absolutely beautiful - from the architecture and the wide avenues to the smaller alleys packed with cafes and chicly dressed people on the way to fabulous places. Not for the first time since Dominic had taken her on her little shopping excursion, she was grateful for her posher wardrobe. She felt almost as if she belonged in her long-sleeved, red peplum dress and knee-high boots.
She ventured first to Notre Dame, where she marveled at the gorgeous cathedral and listened, in awe, as they sounded the lilting music of the bells around two in the afternoon. Then, she headed to the Latin Quarter, which was just across the street and, with no small amount of guilt, purchased a hefty bag of artisan chocolates with one of Dominic’s card. Though he’d told her more than once that the cards were hers to use, and that she should take advantage of them more, she didn’t think she’d ever get used to spending someone else’s money.
But, Kayla had to admit that she was tempted several times. There were several Paris shop windows displaying some of the prettiest things she’d ever seen, from handbags to gorgeous underwear and perfume bottles shaped like roses and orchids. But still, she didn’t dare buy anything. The price tags alone were intimidating enough.
She wandered down long, winding roads until she all but stumbled upon the Eiffel tower and took the elevator to the top, where she snapped a handful of breathtaking shots of the city. Idly, she wondered if Dominic ever had the time to do this. She was sure he was incredibly busy, and she knew this was supposed to be a business trip, but she couldn’t help but be saddened at the thought that he never got to see any of the wonders of the world from his office.
Quickly, she snapped herself out of it. Where did she get off worrying about Dominic? She wasn’t his real girlfriend, after all. This was just an act - a sham, really, to improve people’s perception of him. That was all.
Try as she might, however, Makayla couldn’t stop thinking about him. She skyped Melody from the Arc de Triomphe, making the blonde squeal in excited glee and promise to buy her a ton of souvenirs. She wandered around the Louvre until her feet hurt before having dinner in one of the restaurants in the adjoining mall and people watching on the street outside. But no matter how busy she kept herself, her mind always returned to the man she was travelling with. Was he still in his office, she wondered? Still sweating over his workload?
She returned to the hotel at nine in the evening, tentatively hopeful that he would be there when she arrived, but she had no such luck. Kayla checked her phone in vain, wondering if she had somehow missed a call from him, but there was nothing there either. She was just as pissed at herself for wanting to hear from him as she was at him for neglecting her.
Neglect. Ha. How were you supposed to neglect someone who didn’t owe you their attention in the first place? Wasn’t it enough that he paid her school bills and all but sponsoreod her lifestyle.
Frowning, the young woman put her chocolates in the small refrigerator in the room and decided to take a bath. If nothing else, it would help her sleep - calm her mind. She ran the immense marble tub full of hot water before adding a few salts and a generous dollop of scented oil before she slipped from her clothes and sank into bliss.
Her eyes slid closed, and she did her best to let the stress of the day leech from her.
About five minutes passed before Dominic’s deep green eyes popped into her head, and a low groan escaped her. It was his fault, really. No man was supposed to be that attractive. How could any woman put him from her mind? Especially when he had just finished working out, droplets of sweat sliding over his bare chest, his hair damp and the tang of salt in the air…
Kayla sighed deeply, allowing her hands to wander over her body. She was surprised to find her skin overly sensitive, and wondered if there was some sort of stimulant in the bath salts she used. She drew her lower lip between her teeth as she remembered the first time Dominic had touched her - really touched her. He had been surprisingly gentle - his touch igniting fire wherever his fingers contacted her bare skin...and then that kiss…
Without even noticing, Kayla had cupped her breast and found herself toying with the rapidly hardening peaks almost absently.
She wasn’t the type of girl that liked to hop on the self-pleasure train. After all, she hadn’t thought very much of sex and sexual pleasure up until she met Dominic, and her experience was still painfully limited. All she knew was that when the dark-haired man touched her, she wanted with a raw lust that was so intense that it was almost painful.
Maybe it would be better if she tried to alleviate some of the pressure?
She might not touch herself often, but she knew enough about her own body that she knew, at least, what felt good. She adjusted herself slightly in the bathtub, still toying with a single nipple as she allowed her opposite hand to snake down over the flat expanse of her belly.
She wondered what it might feel like if Dominic touched her where she needed it most...if he put his large, deft hand between her legs and slid two fingers high up inside her...The very thought was enough to make her moan; and Kayla had to wonder what had gotten into her. It wasn’t as if her boyfriend had never fingered her, and she’d never been terribly impressed with his technique. Somehow, she suspected that Dominic would be more giving...that he would be more careful with her, slowly bringing her pleasure until all she could feel was him inside her.
She couldn’t make excuses for herself now. Kayla was stroking the engorged bud of pleasure between her parted lower lips gently, all but trembling as lightning bolts of sensation shot through her, one after the other. It had always been hard for her to find a subject upon which to focus her fantasies, but it seemed that issue had disappeared with the arrival of Dominic.
The man allowed her, if only in the deepest, most private corners of her mind, to imagine what it might be like to give herself over to him - to have his body bearing down on hers as he edged inside her. To feel him groaning against her throat as he made her his, whispering how glorious she felt in his ear. She knew he wanted her, of course - he’d all but admitted it; but she liked to tell herself she wouldn’t permit things to go so far between them. It wasn’t what they had agreed on.
But she could fantasize, couldn’t she? Here, alone in the bathtub, as she stroked herself firmly between the legs, shuddering gasps spilling from her lips in grand profusion. Keeping her thumb on her clit, she rubbed two fingers over the seam of her entrance before dipping them inside, choking back a cry at the ensuing sensation.
Christ. It had never felt this good before...she had never managed to suspend enough disbelief to imagine that it was...that it might be….”Dominic…” She moaned almost deliriously, the sound echoing around the bathroom. “God, Dominic…”
At that precise moment, the door to the bathroom burst wide open and, as if ripped out of a scene from her worst nightmares, Dominic was suddenly there, clad in only a t-shirt and his unbelted slacks, his green eyes frantic. “Kayla? What is it? Are you alright?”
The young woman immediately bolted upright in the bath with a shriek, her face flaming cherry red as she made a mad, insubstantial attempt to cover herself.
He was here? When the hell had he gotten back? How hadn’t she heard him come in?
In that second, Kayla well and truly wanted to disappear. Dominic was staring at her very naked form, clearly visible through the water, and it couldn’t have been more obvious what she was doing. She didn’t know what he’d thought, but she watched his face with mounting horror as he quickly put two and two together.
His expression quickly faded from one of worry to understanding. Kayla found she couldn’t breathe as his gaze swept over her, from the tip of her toes all the way to her wide eyes. It occurred to her that she should make him get out - that she should banish him with an enraged yell, but she found she couldn’t. All she could do was stare at him as his eyes gleamed primal hunger - hunger that she found spoke to her more than she was willing to admit.
“You’re alright, I assume.” He finally spoke, and her face burned so flagrantly that she thought it might implode.
“Fine.” She managed, in a breathy tone, her hands still over the choicer parts of her. For a split second, she suspected he might leave of his own accord - suspected it and lamented at the prospect.
But then, Dominic reached behind him and pushed the door shut in a smooth motion.
Kayla swallowed thickly, her eyes never leaving his as he advanced on the bathtub to stand over her. The young woman had never felt so vulnerable in her life, and she realized dimly that, a mere two months ago, such a feeling might have sent her running for the hills. But with Dominic, she wanted to pursue it...she wanted to know everything he could make her feel.
She wanted him to make her forget everything that made her afraid.
“I…” She took a deep breath, trying her best to sound calm and level-headed. “You’re making me nervous. Staring like that.”
Dominic merely slid his hands into his pockets, the muscles of his bare arm rippling powerfully. “Well, you’re doing a hell of a lot more than that to me.”
Kayla swallowed thickly. From where she was, the prominent bulge in his slacks was quite visible - there was no question that the sight of her naked was the cause. “I missed you today.” She blurted out impulsively. “I went to Notre Dame, and I saw the Arc de Triomphe. I visited the Louvre and had a really amazing meal at this restaurant in the Latin quarter...but I missed you.”
Taking his hands from his pockets, Dominic sank to his knees beside the tub so they were almost eye level. His lake-hued gaze burned into her as he rested his elbows on the edge of the tub, chin in one hand. “If you missed me, I suppose there’s no greater compliment you could pay me than touching yourself.”
Kayla’s stomach did a little twist and her breath caught. Slowly, she moved her hands from where she was shielding herself, revealing her breasts and the most intimate part of her, sunk in gallons of steaming, sweetly scented water. She wasn’t very versed in seduction, but she could assume, by the tightening in Dominic’s jaw, that she had done the right thing.
The young woman had long admitted to herself that she was averse to people touching her - that what her parents had done to her damaged her beyond measure. But right now, in this moment, she wanted nothing as badly as she wanted Dominic’s hands on her.
She felt self-conscious, certainly. She didn't think she’d ever been naked in front of anyone except Melody - and that was after years of friendship. Her ex hadn’t ever really managed to remove enough clothes to get her really undressed - he just made way for whatever part he deemed most savory at the time.
Now, she was bared for Dominic in all her glory, and she most definitely had the man’s undivided attention.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Her eyes widened at his profession, and she found herself looking away for the first time - with no small amount of embarrassment.
“I must be pretty mediocre compared to the women you’re used to.” Her profession merely earned her Dominic’s hand hard on her chin as he forced her to look at him once more, his green eyes blazing.
“And what kind of women am I used to?”
If anything, Makayla flushed even darker. “Supermodels. Ballerinas. Movie stars. Women with their pictures plastered all over magazines and ad boards. Legendary beauties.”
Instead of agreeing with her, Dominic merely frowned. “And not one of them with your drive or your courage.” He replied, his tone solemn. “They haven’t had to go through half the shit that you have to get to me, Kayla, and yet, here you are.”
“Here I am,” she echoed, her voice soft. “Pretending to be your lover.”
He had no answer for that. Instead, Dominic merely slid a thumb over the plumpness of her lower lip, swollen from where she’d worried it as she touched herself. “Did you finish, Kayla?”
“What?” She was slightly confused, though by his closeness or the question he asked, she wasn’t sure.
Dominic’s sumptuous mouth turned upwards at the corners. “What you were doing before I interrupted you. Did you come?”
His words were the equivalent of a lightning bolt through her, and the young woman found herself expelling a long, shuddering breath as she flushed to the tip of her toes. “No. I mean...I don’t think I’d know.”
Dominic arched a brow. “How so?”
“I…” It was past the time to be coy now. The man was staring at her naked for God’s sake. “I’ve never done it before.”
The dark-haired man looked like someone had punched him in the mouth. “You’ve never come before?”
Kayla squirmed, scowling. “Don’t make it sound like I’m some kind of freak.”
But Dominic barely seemed to hear her. “Jesus fucking Christ, Kayla…” His gaze swept over her naked body once more, lingering at the crux of her thighs and the peaks of her breasts. He seemed to come to some sort of silent decision as, within a moment, he rose to his feet and was pulling his t-shirt off over his head. Kayla stared at him, her eyes wide, as he unbuttoned his slacks, letting them drop to the floor before stepping out of them. All at once, his only remaining article of clothing was the pair of boxer briefs he wore, and it was doing little to restrain his obvious erection.
Before he shed this, however, he met her gaze steadily. “I need you to understand...this isn’t breaking our agreement. I’m not going to have sex with you.”
Where she should have been relieved, Kayla only found she was disappointed - in fact, disappointment was a bit weak to describe what she felt upon Dominic’s serious admission.
“Then, what-?” She didn’t even manage to finish her question before Dominic shoved his last piece of clothing down powerful thighs and was left absolutely naked - all but God-like - looking down at her overheated form. Though Kayla had felt his erection against her when he kissed her - she had even felt it that morning when she sat on his lap in the car - seeing it was a different story.
Every part of Dominic was big and imposing - and that included the hottest part of him. He was, by far, bigger than her ex, and, for a moment, the young woman found herself secretly glad that sex wasn’t his aim. Then, he was climbing into the huge tub with her, and a short sound of surprise escaped her as he tugged her against his entirely bare form.
If Makayla had been hot before, now she was on fire. She could feel every inch of his hard, perfectly sculpted form against her - and it was better than anything she could ever have imagined. He was solid steel coated in velvet, and when his erection slid heavily against her thigh, she found herself arching against it in silent need, her fear utterly gone.
Dominic stilled her with a strong hand against her thigh, the water around them lapping dangerously at the edges of the tub. “I plan on keeping my word, Kayla, but I’m only human.” He growled lowly against her ear before tugging at the lobe with his teeth. “No sex.”
“Mmm…” She replied lowly, only half-listening. He felt so good- smelled so damned divine. “No sex.”
“Right.” He kissed just under her ear before his mouth latched hotly onto her pulse point, suckling hungrily until a low, ragged moan escaped her. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t make you come so hard you see stars.”
Kayla shuddered violently, at his lowly growled promise, a moment before his mouth covered hers. This kiss was nothing like the first - not with their naked bodies sliding slickly against one another and his hands everywhere at once. This time, even though she knew what to expect, Kayla was nearly bowled over by the intensity of the lust that suffused her. She moaned as his tongue slid silkily against hers, coaxing it into action. She had wanted this ever since the last time he kissed her - wanted it just as much as she was intimidated by it, and now, she couldn’t get enough.
She tugged at his lower lip with her teeth, she arched against him, eager to feel every part of him that she could get her hands on. Her breasts pressed flush up against the flat expanse of his chest and she shivered when her nipples hardened reflexively. His leg entwined with hers as he groaned against her jaw, his hand sweeping slickly over the line of her spine. The bathroom was filled with the sound of lapping water and heavy breathing as she gave herself over to him - more freely than she’d ever given herself to anyone.
In the back of her mind, the voice of reason told her that this was ridiculous - that she had only known the man for a matter of weeks and she was letting him touch her as if she belonged to him, but Kayla hardly cared. She needed him close - needed him to show her that touch wasn’t always about pain and subjugation.
When Dominic’s hands curled into her behind, hauling her halfway out of the water, she gasped as the cool air pinched her nipples into hard buds - but found they weren’t neglected for long. Shifting her in his arms, Dominic lowered his head to pull one of the straining peaks into his mouth and Kayla’s startled cry of pleasure echoed off the marble walls.
Yes. God yes.
Dominic licked and sucked at the sensitive, swollen bud until Kayla was squirming wildly against him, her hips bucking against him needily. A low, satisfied sound rumbled up from his throat as his teeth captured her nipple before his tongue flicked over the very tip. Makayla mewled almost desperately, her hand snaking down in between them to search for...something. When she found the hot hard ridge of his erection, the dark-haired man hissed, quickly grasping her hand to stop her. “Don’t.” He warned in a low voice, before kissing her again - deep and hard. “This is hard enough as it is.”
He was hard - and, despite all odds, she wanted every last inch of that hot hardness inside her.
But he’d already said that wasn’t going to happen. No matter how much she squirmed and whined and gasped - and she did gasp when he went back to lavishing her nipples with the attentions of his heated mouth.
By the time he was done there, the tips of her breasts were bright red and aching, straining almost painfully. “Dominic…” She begged, breathlessly, as one of his hands skirted over her ribcage, moving ever lower. “Please….please…” he silenced her with another kiss, and Kayla found her hips arching in unadulterated delight as he finally found the slippery, pulsing bud of her clit between her legs. When he touched it, she jerked so violently that half the contents of the tub sloshed over the marble edge. “Yes!” She cried, as he began to circle it agonizingly with her thumb. Kayla barely cared that she was babbling, she just wanted him to keep going. If he stopped, she’d die…“God yes…”
She was close already. Even though she had never really felt like this before, she could feel the way her inner muscles had begun to quiver in anticipation - the way her body was beginning to seize and the tingling that started in her lower belly.
When Dominic slid two fingers over the seam of her entrance beneath the water, he groaned hotly against her neck. “Fuck, you’re so wet. So ready for me, Kayla.”
As if she could deny that.
While his thumb continued to tease the tenderest part of her, his index and middle fingers parted her before sliding home in one long stroke, burying themselves to the knuckle. The sudden intrusion was enough to make her cry out and she trembled as lights burst to life behind her eyes. She felt herself beginning to fall - there was no way she could stop it - and then Dominic pressed, hard, on the button of her clit.
Makayla screamed. Screamed.
White hot pleasure crashed over her and she clung to Dominic so hard she was sure she would leave bruises, but he didn’t stop. Her entire body strained, every part of her quivering as her very first orgasm ran rampant, taking and taking until she slumped against the man beside her, barely able to catch her breath.
Dear God. Dear God.
Dominic’s mouth brushed across hers, feather light. “You alright?”
Still trembling, she nodded. She felt as if her brain might have malfunctioned, but she seemed no worse for the wear. “Good.” He murmured huskily against her neck, before his fingers moved inside her.
Makayla moaned breathlessly as he began to curl them up inside her and stroke, almost as if he were petting her. Exhausted as she was, her body immediately responded with a new gush of enthusiasm, and her fingers tangled wildly in Dominic’s hair. She wanted to protest, to tell him that she couldn’t possibly do that again, but all too soon, she was swept up in the tide of pleasure he gave her, urging her higher and higher until she toppled over another peak with a deep, guttural moan as her body seized helplessly around her lovers deft fingers.
Slowly, expertly, Dominic teased another two orgasms from her, careful to let them build slowly as not to overwhelm or frighten her. Makayla, lost in sensation, didn’t know whether to beg to stop or to continue. Her entire body had become a trembling, heady mess of sensation - she didn’t know where she stopped and where he began.
By the time he was done with her, she was sobbing unabashedly, her face buried in his shoulder as tremor after delicious after-tremor ripped through her. “No more…” She begged him softly, “God, no more. I can’t take it.”
“Shhh, shhh.” He soothed her with a lingering kiss to her brow. “It’s ok. That was gorgeous, darling. You’re alright. I’ve got you.” She made absolutely no protest when he lifted her boneless form from the bathtub and wrapped her in a towel before carrying her to the bedroom. Dimly, it occurred to her that Dominic was still hard and wanting against her, but when she mentioned it, he merely redirected her. “Don’t worry about it now, sweetheart.” He climbed beneath the coverlet with her, nestling her tight against his body. “You need some rest.”
Embarrassingly, Kayla found that her body quite agreed. She didn’t think she’d ever been so exhausted in her life, and her eyes were sliding shut even as Dominic made himself comfortable.
That...that was incredible. More than incredible. Makayla had to admit, drowsily, to herself that she could finally understand why Melody seemed so damned insatiable. If any of the men her friend was with touched her like Dominic did...Jesus, it would be easy to get addicted.
Even now, as she slipped into slumber, she was aware of the hard lines of his body against hers.
Dominic was everything she’d ever wondered if a man could be - and after he’d proved to her just how easily he could manipulate her body, the fact was just as intimidating as it was arousing.