Dominick’s warnings didn’t seem to matter now.
Not when I’d had a taste of his dark, searing passion and wanted more.
This first time…he’d set me free.
Opening doors in my head I’d never known exist. Making me discover a part of myself that has always been hidden, suppressed. That side that held a once unconscious instinct to be dominated by a strong male, especially in the sexual context.
I know I’d never, ever forget how it had felt to be punished…and pleasured by Dominick.
The things he’d made me do – the things he’d made me say…The way he’d laid his hands on me, and taken his belt to my ass…I shiver uncontrollably now as I feel shocked that I’d let it all happen.
Being made to crawl on my hands and knees to where he’d stood, waiting for my mouth to take his cock.
Made to stay on my knees with my hands behind my back while I sucked on that beautiful, massive shaft with its purple, bulbous tip.
I moan now as I remember how it had tasted in my mouth, and on my tongue…so warm and silky, with just a hint of fresh, manly musk. His sac was so heavy. He’d made me lick and suck those, too.
And when he’d been inside me…it had felt like being torn in two. His throbbing hardness had pounded me into the bed till I thought I’d disintegrate.
The agony of being whipped by his belt suddenly seems secondary to the utter devastation of being fucked heedlessly by the biggest cock I’d ever had in my pussy.
My whole mound has been stinging from the lashes he’d given it with the belt, but even that pain translates to bliss inside my head once he’d started to fill my pussy up.
He’d grabbed my hair, slamming into my doggie style. Holding both my arms up behind me, using them like handles. He’d been right; this wasn’t lovemaking or everyday sex. It was fucking, hot, rough, pulverizing passion. And given the chance, I knew I’d do it all again.
Soon after that first, Titanic-capsizing orgasm we’d shared, I’d felt him soothe me into a sweet, warm rest. His arms around me had been surprisingly gentle as we’d laid back on the pillows. It had taken a long time for my heart beat to settle, and I’d heard the answering boom as I’d kept my head against his chest. How peaceful it felt, after the earlier erotic rampage, to be held close to him this way.
I felt treasured, precious.
But then just as I begin deepening into a snooze, I feel him move, and gently try to pull my arm from around his neck.
A part of me feels a rush of panic. I tighten my grip.
“Stay. Please,” I mumble into his throat, where the buttons of his shirt lay open.
Vaguely, I realize he still has most of his clothes on. That fact had added to the whole carnal thrill of my being near-naked - being used, punished and then fucked by him.
He stills; I hear him sigh. There is gruffness in his gentle words as he says, “If I stay, I’ll want to take you again. And you’re still very sore.”
All element of sleep flew from my mind, and I blinked up at him, seeing the dark gleam in his green eyes. He bends his head down to kiss my lips, and I eagerly wrap my arms tighter around his neck, leaning into his warmth, his kiss. He firmly yet gently draws down my arms when he breaks off minutes later.
“I need to go. And you need to think about what happened tonight. I didn’t plan for it to happen this way; not this fast. But so it is. It’s everything I’d wanted it to be. Whether it’s wise to want it repeated is another matter entirely.”
He is already rolling off the bed, reaching for his jacket, belting up his trousers.
I gather the covers around my body, with just my bra still managing to stay on over my breasts. I adjust it to give me some sense of decency as I watched him quickly dress. It’s like he can’t wait to leave.
“Why do you keep fighting this? Fighting us?” I asked plainly, accusingly.
He straightens from the chair where he’d bent to wear his shoes. He regards me with calm patience.
“Because I don’t think you’re ready,” is his simple reply. “You’re not…this obviously isn’t what you’re used to. And I’m…Marie, I just think we should take a step back and consider this, figure out how far we want to go.”
“All the way,” I say promptly, staring up at him unflinchingly.
He smiles, a tight line of humor as he shakes his head.
“What happened just now…you and me – that’s just a tip of the iceberg, sweet doll. It’s no way half close to what I really want to have with you.”
“Was it good?” I ask softly, still with that unwavering expression.
I saw Dominick close his eyes tight for a moment as he draws in a ragged breath, his hands on his hips.
“Fuck yes. You know it was.”
His voice is rough with desire that still lingers, pulsed just as strong as before. So much so that I feel it across the room even from where I lay in bed.
“Then show me how to make it better,” I tell him in a sensible tone.
He moves forward, and then perches on the edge of the bed, drawing me close with his hand cupping the back of my neck. He leans in till our foreheads touch, and sighs. “The things you make me feel…they frighten me sometimes. That’s why I stayed away, kept myself aloof until now. Marie – I dominate out of instinct. It’s who I am. I don’t know any other way. Can you accept that?”
“I accept that I don’t want you to change,” I reply, holding his piercing gaze.
Even now, I ache deep inside for him to claim me again. Why are we still talking when he can be deep, deep inside me, stretching my walls into blissful oblivion?
“What you shared with me tonight…I liked it. A lot,” I confess quietly. “I liked when you held me down, and fucked me. I liked it when you hurt me, too. I didn’t know I’d like it so much.”
“Marie.”
He says my name roughly, half in warning, half in reined-in desire. He grasps the end of my ponytail, and presses a moist, lingering and sexy kiss to my lips.
“You’ll drive me insane,” he mutters against my parted, seeking mouth.
He snatches one last hard, swift kiss from my bruised-looking lips.
“Rest now. It’s getting really late. Do you have anywhere you need to be tomorrow?”
“I don’t think I…oh wait, I do have a photo shoot around mid-morning, at the Grand Jefferson Hotel.”
It’s for a multi-page high-end woman’s fashion magazine spread, one my agency had booked months ago. I pout, ready to cancel it all if I have to, if he wants a chance to spend time with me.
“And I have an important early appointment myself. I intend to be busy all through the day with delegates from the Chamber of Industry,” he tells me.
“But you’ll call me?”
I hate to sound so needy, and clingy. And yet he suddenly has that grin on his face, the one that flashes so unexpectedly and rarely, lighting up his face and making him look even younger, more endearing.
“Yes…I will call.”
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