I’m about to turn around when I feel large, firm hands fall upon my shoulders, holding me in place. I stiffen as a hard-packed body comes up behind me, pinning me to the intricately-molded balcony.

The voice I hear in my ear is deep, and slightly husky with dangerous intent.

“You like playing games, don’t you?”

I feel a shiver course through me at the sound of that voice, unmistakably stirring. There is a gorgeous scent in the air, something expensive and masculine, yet light and teasing.

I draw in a shaky breath, fighting the urge to melt against that warm, solid frame. He unsettles and enthralls me just by his nearness and sensual lethalness.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I say on a squeak, knowing who it is even without looking around.

My skin tingles in the same way; the juncture of my thighs quiver as always whenever he is around. My eyes close briefly and suddenly everything else – the event going on in the ballroom beyond, even the dark shadows enveloping us in a cloak of privacy, lose all significance.

All that matters is that he is here: impossibly holding me close, making me feel every inch of his unrelenting frame.

I feel his lips close to my ear, just feathering over my lobe. For a crazy moment, I feel so sure I’d dreamed him up – that his presence was just a figment of my fevered, lustful imagination.

“I promise you, Marie, that the truth will treat you better where I’m concerned,” he tells me softly.

I draw in a sharp breath as his arm crosses over my chest, and a large, powerful hand circles my throat.

The most overwhelming sense of being trapped underneath his spell sweeps through my system, making me shiver in the cool night air.

“You’re right,” I say softly, gathering my courage and straightening as much as I can with his arms holding me prisoner.

Whatever I’d expected from the seemingly cool-headed banker, it hadn’t been this. There was a throbbing, a distinct palpitation around us like a sensual force field. With him this close, the most improbable thoughts started to take form in my mind.

Images of the most passionate and intimate kind…involving me and Dominick writhing naked and entwined in sinfully dark, satiny sheets, our bodies merged perfectly as one.

“So why don’t you tell me what you want with me?” I ask him now, feeling more and more in control of myself.

He’s the one who had come out here seeking me; he’d obviously seen me leave for the balcony and had followed me. I didn’t have to explain myself to him.

His low laugh was devoid of humor, but filled with a stimulating, belly-cramping sexiness that foreboded dark, dark tidings for my impetuous self.

“If you knew what I wanted, it would send you running, doll.”

I quiver in a thousand places, surprised how that unfamiliar pet name makes me bristle and yet grow moist in my secret places at the same time. I try to move, turn around, but he holds me fast, his hold on my neck tightening a fraction.

I gasp, forcing myself not to panic – its not like he’s going to choke me, right?

If anything, the feeling of his hand upon me feels terrifyingly erotic, overwhelming. I have the immediate instinct to melt in a puddle at his feet, but restrain myself. I mustn’t give in so easily, especially when I wasn’t even sure what he wanted.

What was he up to, anyway?

“Now who’s playing a game?” I ask calmly.

Why on earth am I still talking with him, instead of threatening him with an assault charge?

Dominick moves us further into the shadows, before spinning me to face him. I did not expect to see flames flickering in those cool green eyes, causing a current of excitement to almost tip me off my feet.

Luckily, his hands shoot out to grip my arms, and there is a warning signal on his handsome face, blending in with the narrowed slits of desire his gaze had become.

“It’s not going to work, Marie,” he says, his tone quiet and final.

I didn’t need to ask him what he meant.

We both knew; finally, we’d made the admission, albeit without voicing it out. There was no way we could now deny what had sizzled between us all these months since we’d met and seemed to skirt around each other any time chance drew us together.

“I knew you’d be here tonight,” I find myself blurting out suddenly out of nowhere – and wanted to kick myself.

But I just can’t stop talking, the need to express my pent-up emotions almost making me feel like bursting.

“I mean, you always have this cold wall set up where I’m concerned; I don’t even know why on earth it matters.”

“You think I’m cold?” he cuts in with a soft, predatory smile.

That smile can make a girl’s panties drop in a second, I think.

Why, oh why, can’t I seem to hold myself remote when it comes to him? Having him this close, feeling the heat of his fingers on my tingling skin, wasn’t making things any easier to manage.

“The things I wanted to do to you when I saw you kiss that overdressed companion of yours…”

I bite down a giggle.

“He can be quite spontaneous, I’ll admit. I find that admirable in a man, in fact,” I add, my eyes twinkling with challenge as I look way up into his unfathomable expression.

“Do you know what I call spontaneous?” Dominick says with dangerous softness. “Is you leaving with me – right now. There’s only one way to handle a situation like this; a woman like you needs to be taught a thing or two about pushing my buttons.”

If excitement could be measured, then it was encompassed in my whole being, turning me into a shell of shivers. I resisted the urge to wrap myself around him, to liquefy into the burning ice that was Dominick.

His fingers dug in deeper where they held onto my arms, which he kept pinned to my sides – a lucky thing, considering how I wanted to latch myself unto his neck, rise on tiptoe and just…

“I didn’t know you had buttons that could be pushed,” I murmur, sticking tor taunting mode –seemed like the one sure way to get a reaction from Mr. Ice and Fire.

“Try me,” he says in that same quiet yet pulsing tone. “I think I’m done keeping you at a distance, little doll. Maybe it’s time we get this out of our systems. One thing I swore was to never join your fawning league of besotted twits. That’s not what I am, Marie.”

“And that’s not what I wish for - not from you,” I say, my words clear if a little trembling.

I can’t stop staring at those delicious-looking lips of his, wishing I could just have one, teeny taste…

I wanted him desperately now.

I wince slightly when his hands bite into my flesh for a moment, before he loosens his hold.

“I already put my companion in a taxi before I came out here to look for you. I think it’s time you made your excuses to your date, don’t you think?”

He lifted a hand to rake it through my wavy blonde hair, before trailing his knuckles over my cheekbone in a caress.

His tantalizing touch makes me want to throw all caution to the wind. And yet, there was a moment of hesitation as I wondered about what I was about to embark on.

Exactly what was I letting myself in for?

I was seeing parts of Dominick that I’d never have guessed. He was every bit as sensual, thrilling and overpowering as any man had the right to be.

What other surprises lay in store for me?

Fuck it, I think recklessly.

I cross my fingers hoping my little prank wouldn’t end up landing me in the deep end, unable to escape the dizzying whirlpool within Dominick’s waiting arms.

***

Being driven home in Dominick’s sleek Lamborghini, I know I still have the chance to change my mind. I remember the question Jeff had asked when I’d sought him out from the crowd to tell him about my leaving with Dominick.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” he’d asked with a gentle smile.

“No,” I’d said, my own smile wry.

I’d given him a quick, grateful hug, and had left the ballroom, aware that Dominick would be waiting outside where he’d gone to get the car.

And now, I can’t help stealing a look at his sternly handsome profile. He’d said hardly a word after I’d given him my address. But I don’t think I’m in the mood for a chat, either.

Something was coiling tighter and tighter at the base of my belly, and was sending the dampness spreading in a slow, blossoming tide in my silk panties. I keep pressing my bare knees together in the hope of curbing the unfamiliar twitching.

Dominick was the most sexually thrilling man I’ve ever met. He hadn’t kissed me – had hardly even touched me, and already I was panting for him, turning to mush in anticipation for what awaited me when we arrived at my place.

In a way, I am glad I’m going to be on my own turf. The familiar surroundings would calm me down. I’d never dreamed that tonight, I’d be returning home with him, the man who’d infuriated and magnetized me all this time.

The wetter I became, the harder it was to breathe. This was sexual arousal like I’d never ever known it, and suddenly, whatever consequences awaited me for wanting him did not worry me in the slightest.

After all, I can always worry much, much later.

For now though, I’ll just live for tonight.

I wondered if he would be expecting a tour of my house?

Once we arrived, a tour of my home seemed to be the last thing on his mind.

I was walking forward down the hallway when I notice him lingering at the entrance. I turn in surprise to find him backing the front door closed, turning the key and then waiting there with a dark, burning look on his face.

 Uh oh.

“Come here.”

Two words have never held such thick, unspoken meaning, said in that gravel-crushing voice of his. It never occurred to me to argue.

Drawing in a shallow, tight breath, I slowly retrace my steps, my normally elegant stride wavering slightly beneath his watching, piercing gaze. His eyes travel slowly over my tall, slender frame as I approach him.

From the look on his face, he is ready to rip me out of each item of clothing I have on.

Good thing, because that’s exactly what I want to do to him right then.

I stop just inches from him, suddenly unsure what to do with my hands or myself. I feel a tremble in my limbs as I stare up into his face. He takes my wrist, and tugs me hard against him, closing the gap between us and driving out my breath in one go.

His dark head lowers to mine, angling to press at one corner of my gasping mouth, and then the other.

Please, please kiss me already!

I feel ready to scream the words out loud. I’d fantasized about those lips of his for so long that I feel foolish now for deluding myself into thinking all I feel for him is loathing.

“You and me…bad idea,” he says huskily, his enviably thick lashes lowering to hide those dazzling green eyes of his. “You still have the chance to ask me to leave, Marie. I want you to be totally sure about this before I proceed one more inch inside.”

I almost let out a despairing groan.

“I am sure,” I say with deep, ragged conviction, lifting my arms to link about his neck.

But then he is gripping my wrists and backing me up against the nearest wall, pinning my arms high above me in one hand. His other hand slips around my throat in that dominating, possessive way of his that makes me breathless, wet and weak.

His strength…the way he moves so quickly and precisely like a jungle cat, thickens the mist of desire fogging my senses.

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself in for,” he tells me gruffly, and the next moment, seizes my lips roughly with his.

It was everything I had ever hoped a real kiss would be.

His mouth touched mine and just like that, we connected.

So quickly and so easily, the friction of Dominick’s kiss was able to ignite the combustible chemical of desire within me. Moaning long and hard, I strain into his hard body, my hands twitching where he holds them restrained up against the wall.

I’d never tasted a man like him; a man with such heat and sweetness and wonder upon the tongue he proceeds to fuck my mouth with.

“Tell me what you want,” he rasps when he tears his lips away moments later, much too soon, as I feel dizzy-eyed.

I know I risk bruising the skin of my wrists held so tightly in his powerful grip with the way I was striving closer to his delicious mouth, which he keeps just out of my reach. That’s when I inch closer with my lower body, bumping my groin against his and then letting out a shuddering sigh when I feel it. His granite-hard erection, positively defined in rigid relief beneath his dress pants.

I rub against him almost mindlessly, panting through my open mouth as something like fire trickles down my inner thighs. A fire only Dominick’s cock can quench by burying itself into my liquefied core.

“I want you to make love to me,” I say with a gasp, inwardly shocked at my audacity, my total lack of shame.

I’m practically begging for it – not just with my words, but my actions, my body. And I don’t care.

“No, Marie; you want me to fuck you. You need me to rip into your pussy so deeply with my cock until you forget any other man that has ever touched you.”

He said the words so gruffly I feel my very nipples harden and crinkle as if they’d been sandpapered.

Holy cow, fuck me now please, I moan deep inside though I am too breathless to speak.

“But before that, I want to show you who’s going to be in charge here,” he continues more softly, eyes blazing down into mine while still having my wrists immobilized above me. “You need to be taught a little lesson in discipline, little doll, because I told you once before, I’m not one of your man pets. If you and I are going to have anything together, starting tonight…then you better know how to handle me.”

“I’m ready.”

Oh, so ready I add achingly to myself as I gaze widely up into his eyes.

Dominick smiles tightly, lifting his hand from around my neck to smudge my lips with his thumb. And then he pushes it into my mouth. I part my lips willingly, my eyes closing briefly as I suck hard on his thumb, wetting it copiously.

He growls deep in his throat with lust, and then says plainly, “One rule: you will do everything I tell you. No more, no less.”

“Hmm,” I hum around his thumb, nodding my head with enthusiasm. I’d been sucking on him so tight that there is a “pop” sound when he pulls out his finger.  “Little doll, I think you should answer me ‘yes sir’ or ‘no sir’, don’t you?”

I blink, trying to focus in order to actually act coherent.

“Oh…um, okay. I mean, yes sir,” I say, my breath coming with difficulty.

I am glad now that he is holding me up or I’d have crumpled to the floor. My breasts were thrust out by the way he holds up my arms, and now I see him look down at them, sheathed in the nude-toned lacy bodice of the designer dress.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “But then, you haven’t been that good, have you? Especially for thinking up something as foolhardy as getting me jealous with that public display of yours at the gala.”

Yes, I had known that kiss with Jeff would come back to haunt me. I just hope Dominick will be gentle with me. But on second thoughts - perhaps not too gentle…

“I’m sorry about that,” I say quickly. “I was just so…you always kept ignoring me – and then you came with that totally hot brunette…”

“That, little doll, was my niece. My sister’s daughter, who had wanted to accompany me somewhere glamorous and exciting for a change. And because of your antics, driving me crazy…I packed her off in a cab. I had to call her later while I waited for you in my car, just to make sure she got home safe, which she did. But that’s another thing I’m going to have to punish you for; you’re too much of a distraction. A distraction I’m still not sure I should succumb to.”

Oh no, please don’t tell me he’s already changing his mind, I wail internally, straining even closer against him as I try to push my breasts into his chest. His breath hissed in through his teeth.

“Just…just tell me what I need to do,” I half-moan, biting on my lip as I gaze up yearningly at him. “Please…sir.”

My soft tone seems to strike a chord within him, because I see the planes on his face darken in shadow as his jaw clenches hard.

“Well, little doll…first you’re going to have to take your punishment like a good girl. I will take you into the bedroom and give you the bare-assed whipping with my belt that you richly deserve.”

My eyes dart for a moment, as I feel my heart lurch with excitement and not a little bit of consternation.

He’s kidding, right?

This was just some kinky role play talk, wasn’t it? He didn’t seriously mean he actually wanted to really…

I look into his arctic, blistering, green eyes, and then I swallow with difficulty. He wasn’t kidding.

Oh. Shit.

“Last chance, Marie,” he says, correctly reading my expression.

I feel him lean in closer, his lips parting over my jawline as he traces a wet path down to the pulse beating at the base of my neck. He sucks on my skin hard, causing a gush of moisture to spread from my pussy lips. I buck against him in reaction.

He seems to chuckle softly, the sound tickling the tiny hairs on my sensitive flesh.

 “Just say no, and I’m out the door,” he adds lightly, nuzzling his face at my throat even as his free hand hovers over my thrust out breasts, not touching, but keeping an inch’s distance as he ran his hand experimentally over my curves, finally gripping my hips and jerking me hard against his lower half.

A living, pulsing thing surges against the juncture of my thighs and I wince in torment at the feel of his thick, hard cock throbbing strongly beneath all those barriers, mine and his.

“You’ve got my criteria for staying, Marie; and if you can’t handle it, let me know. I told you you’ll be running the other way once you know the deal,” he concludes when I still can’t reply.

I flex my arms, ignoring the steady ache growing in them from being held in such a strained position all this while. Damn he was strong – so strong.

I could feel the power in his hands, in his frame; in the way he spoke like one used to issuing commands and having them obeyed without delay or question.

I’m wet; turned on more than I’d ever been in my life. I can’t say ‘no’ right now if life depends on it.

“I’m not running anywhere,” I say at last, giving voice to the terrible craving rising like an ocean wave.

“Good,” he says, lightly nipping my neck with his teeth and drawing a gasp from me. “Because, little doll, I do believe I’d have been physically incapable of leaving if you’d said no.” And then once again, he steals into my mouth with a kiss that chases away any more shadow of doubt in my mind.

***

He makes me say the words.

Makes me tell him exactly what I want him to do to me. I had since shed my fashionable gown; all I had on now was my matching little panties and bra, sexy little nothings, and my equally sexy high heels. He seems to love those heels.

He watches me take my dress off, watches me unpin my hair till it falls over my shoulders. Then he makes me take the long strands up in a ponytail.

And so it begins.

Nothing like this had ever happened before – not to me.

At first I had been concerned he’d want to get right down to the whipping, but nothing like that. No; he gets me all worked up first. As in, totally, completely worked up. Like, dripping down all over myself and moaning for release worked up.

And I love every second of it all…

Once he has me looking the way he wants, he asks me to get on my knees. As always, I see no reason to refuse or argue. He’s in control.

As I sit back meekly on my heels, hands on my knees, he stands there across from me, and starts to unbuckle and pull off his belt. I suddenly feel like we are in some enclosed space, a huge erotic bubble as I hear the “swoosh” of the belt being pulled from the loops of trousers which fit closely to his waist.

I swallow as I watch him place the belt on a nearby table. Just keeping it there, creating a magical circuit of sexual threat that I know we will journey on soon, very soon.

Suddenly, things begin to work in my body that I have no control over; and looking into his green, steady eyes, I know he’s feeling the same.

He unzips his trousers, and brings out his cock through the gap. My eyes widen with indescribable awe and lust as I view his thick, long and painfully hard cock held in his fist.

“Now, little doll. I want you to crawl for me. Right to where I’m standing. And then I want you to suck my cock. Take me deep down your throat. Is this something you can handle?”

Oh fuck, yes, I think with a twist in my belly.

I’d never been made to do anything like this; I understand it is all part of his way to bring me into submission, keep me under his command. What amazes me is how I have no inclination to protest the way he is treating me. Like some sex slave, about to be used only for his pleasure. All part of my “punishment” probably.

So why did these thoughts drive a shaft of solid heat through my legs?

It is turning me on; the loss of control, the shame. The fact that I don’t even care.

“Yes sir,” I finally say, very meekly.

I crawl to him, kneeling in front of him, and take his cock. And once I have him in my hands, I needed no more prompting. There is something inside me that knows what to do.

I gently grasp him, and stroke up and down with both hands. Then I take one hand and rub over the bulbous head, pumping downwards and getting the slickness from his tip coating the length of his shaft. My grip on him firms, and he groans an appreciative growl.

I gaze up at him, my blue eyes widened, trusting and filling with carnal excitement. He smiles a tight, sexy smile, and then grips my ponytail, twisting it round and round his wrist, and shoving my face on his cock.

I take him in my mouth. It feels and tastes wonderful. When he commands me to puts my hands down, behind my back, I obey, and use just my tongue and lips to pleasure him.

I lick him up and down, flicker my tongue around the under edge of his tip, and then run my lips up and down the strongly veined, meaty pipe. Finally, I lift my head and close my mouth over him, moving inch by inch till I am stretched tight around his incredible girth.

My lips have never been wrapped around something so big. Already, I ache, saliva dripping from the sides as I widen my mouth further to take him deeper. My tongue keeps busy, twirling inside, wrapping around his cock as I fuck my mouth on it. I’m not even sure how I know, but suddenly, I’m pushing myself to take his head down my throat, the muscles vibrating around him as I suddenly gag.

His hand in my hair tugs me back, and I draw in a hard, long breath. And then he shoves himself into my face again. He throat-fucks me methodically, and I let him thrust against me at the pace he wants. He slows me down when he needs to, letting the flames subside for a few moments, and then he begins again, gripping tight to my ponytail to keep me in place for his oral invasion.

Unexpectedly, he pulls me off him, and his cock bobs magnificently in my face. I lick on my moist lips, staring up at him longingly and seeing the blaze of lust in his eyes.

He tugs me up by my hair, making me wince as my roots scream at the roughness. He shoves me to the ottoman just inches away from us, and makes me kneel on all fours on top of it.

And here comes the point where he wants me to say it. Voice out the words. He commands me, makes me repeat what he wants me to say. And I find myself too willing to comply…

Please, sir… please punish me. I’ve been bad, and I need to be punished. Hard. It’s what I deserve.

The moment I say these words, I feel inexplicably liberated.

And then he pushes into my back till my ass is raised high, and he draws down my panties, leaving them to pool around the base of my thighs. I shudder at the exposed, vulnerable feeling which is worse than even being naked. I can’t believe how wet I am when he finally touches me.

He slides his middle finger over my clitoris for a few moments, before pressing down on it, making me moan. He moves that finger around the surface of my mound, and I’m so slick and slippery his movements are made smooth, unhindered. And when he finally eases his wet finger inside me, there is hardly any obstruction.

I gasp, shocked by the pleasure, by the masterful technique he uses, like he knows my pussy inside out, knows exactly where to find that spot. I can’t help it; I squirm and writhe, there on my hands and knees as he stands by me, his finger deep up my pussy.

And when his other hand reaches underneath my bra to cup my breast, I can’t stop myself from shuddering. My nipple feels so good, rolling around in his fingers. Being pulled and pinched, and hardened into one thick nub of lust. His fingers knead the firm, full flesh, groping me with a feral hunger. I grow wetter and wetter on his finger probing my pussy.

The sexual tension has built up inside me ever since he’d made me go on my knees. Now I am so close to orgasm I can taste it on the tip of my tongue. With his middle finger still fucking in and out of me, he then uses his index finger to play on my clit.

My whole frame convulses, and I’m tap-dancing on the knife edge of release - when he suddenly pulls his hand away.

I was busy letting out a long groan of protest that I almost didn’t notice when he took up his belt, doubles it, and lays it hard and flat against my ass.

Holy shit!

Nothing has ever felt as bad. Or as good.

My first instinct is to scream, to jump off the ottoman with a “what the fuck are you trying to do, kill me?” thrown at him in fury. But then so quickly he moves, holding me down with one arm pressed on my back, keeping my bottom high in the air in readiness for the next blow when it comes.

The sensation of leather upon my bare flesh is no easier to bear than the first time, right on the same spot. I did scream this time, very loudly.

“Quiet!” Dominick snaps.

I whimper, and I’m silent.

He leans forward, close to my ear. “My leather belt is always available for misbehaving little girls. And yes, my punishment hurts. Pain will teach you to conduct yourself better, sweet thing.”

Shivering from his soft words, I chew down a shriek as the third thump from the belt lands on the other cheek, giving me two points of pain to focus on. He draws his hand up again and it falls with terrible force upon my flesh. That makes two on each cheek, four in total. My ass feeling like I’d been whipped forty times, not four. The tender, abused flesh felt like it had increased ten times in size.

Oh God.

Why does it feel so good?

But then I feel the belt tapping on either side of my inner thighs, and instinctively, I push them far apart, every part of me trembling as I realize I am revealing my pussy even more to him.

I know what I’m doing is crazy, maybe even stupid. But I can’t stop myself, not even when the belt lashes down square in the middle of my ass and upon my exposed pussy mound. There is no way on earth I can keep from letting out a shrill scream of ecstasy. Dominick wastes no time in rewarding me with one more carefully aimed strike to my pussy.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I bite so hard on my lip I’m sure I’ll draw blood. But I don’t scream, the sound echoing noiselessly instead through my whole frame which trembles violently. I hear him fling the belt to the floor, his arm lifting off my back as he draws me roughly into a strong embrace, his mouth eating into mine in a possessive, harsh and hot kiss.

My ass and pussy are on fire, but I don’t care. How he manages to calm me, soothe me with just his lips, is hard to explain. But there is no doubt in my soul that I trust him, implicitly.

That is why I’d taken all he’d dealt out so far, taking it without thought to whether it is right or wrong. Because it feels so terribly lascivious to let him get away with anything he wants to do to me. I’d take everything he gives; the pleasure, the pain.

The punishment.

His mouth tears away from mine. He tugs me off the ottoman, and makes me step out of the soaked panties I had around my knees the whole time. I let him lead me to the bed, and he flings me there on my belly, dragging up my hips.

There I was, nose down, ass up. In nothing but my bra which is now slightly askew atop my breasts. As for him, he’s still fully dressed; he’d taken only his jacket earlier. Now, he frees his cock completely from his pants.

I shiver with excitement, waiting, hungry, and feeling so alive for the first time in a long while. When I feel him come up to kneel behind my parted legs, I can hardly breathe from all the anticipation.

He grabs my ponytail, jerking my head back. My spine arches in an uncomfortable curve and I wince, feeling his lips close to my forehead.

“You’re mine,” Dominick rumbles, voice thick with lust. “Say it.”

I gasp, “I’m yours.”

The second I say it, he thrusts into me.

Sealing the pact.

I’m jolted by the depth and force of that thrust; he’s inside me and I feel every thick, powerful inch of him. Just like he means me to. I gasp in bliss.

“Yes you are,” he goes on, pulling back and then shoving deeper inside me more than ever.

Stretching, killing me almost with the sweet strength of him. He begins to fuck me in slow, punishingly deep thrusts. Each time he pushes inside feels like he is driving a stake right through me.

He is merciless.

I can hear his low, harsh grunts as he pounds me with fierce, steady precision, then he says, “You need it this way.”

Yes, yes I do, I moan soundlessly as my mouth opens wide in a gasp. I need it like this; when he fucks me so hard it hurts.

Hurts so good.

And then he went straight from oil-well pump to piston machine. He ramped it all up in zero to five seconds. His hips move in a blur, as he takes my arms and crosses them behind my back, making me groan from the discomfort as he fucks my punished pussy roughly.

Holding my arms down with one hand, he reaches underneath my crotch with his other. I’m already on a separate plane of pleasure by the time he touches my clit. The speed and angle of his thrusts have found a perfect rhythm and I am well aware how little time I have left before I cave. And judging from his raspy, increased breathing, he isn’t far behind.

His thumb strokes rapidly over my clitoris, and I go rigid.

Helplessly, suddenly, I scream as I finally erupt into my long-awaited orgasm. My pussy flowing in contractions around his cock, and pushing him over the edge into his own carnal bliss.

“Aah…fuck!” Dominick groans, as he slams into me one last time, his every muscle straining into and against me before he calms, resting his welcome weight upon me.

The build-up, the violence, the sexual tension and finally, the copulation…It’s all tranquil now we both fall upon the bed, tangled up in each other, and replete.

***