35. Dominic
CHAPTER 35
Dominic
STRAIGHT TO HELL
PRESENT
I ’m frozen, stuck on the bottom step. If I go up, something will happen. What? I’m not entirely sure. I can’t touch her—I won’t. I waited ten years, and I’m not going to fuck it up just because my dick can’t listen to my brain. But would watching be so terrible?
“Are you coming?” Ellie calls out at the top of the stairs, laughter in her voice.
Something tells me I’ll be coming at some point. At this rate, probably in my damn pants.
I’m going straight to hell for this. As I take the first step up, my index and middle fingers glide across the chain around my neck, tugging at it like it might make me feel better about what I’m about to do.
Hell it is.
I walk slow, my limbs heavy with hesitation.
When I get to the top, her bedroom door is propped open and all the lights are off, save the the flicker of a candle.
I should turn back around, be a better man. I just know there will be fallout from this come tomorrow when her mind is lucid, but right now I don’t want to be a better man. I want to storm in there and strip that dress off, and sink into her like I’ve been dreaming about.
Thankfully, I have just enough resolve to not indulge in my fantasies tonight. My brain is on repeat, screaming: Don’t touch her. Yet, my feet still drag me in.
When I finally make it inside her bedroom, my mind goes completely silent. No warning bells, no rationality to speak of. Because Elyse Ledger is sprawled out on her bed in nothing but a red, lace thong. No bra, no sheets, nothing.
My knees shake on their own accord.
Definitely hell. Fucking worth it.
I’ve seen her body countless times, but we were younger. This—this is different. She’s a grown woman now. Her hips flare out more than they used to and her breasts look like they would fit in my hands perfectly. Not to mention her nipples are pierced—that’s new. She tugs on one of the studs when she catches me staring.
“Do you like them? It was kind of an impulsive decision.”
“Yeah.” My voice cracks. I swallow roughly. “They—they look really good.”
While toying with her breast, her eyes meet mine. “Want to touch them?”
Holy shit. I’m not sure I’m strong enough for this. Is any man strong enough to watch the woman of his dreams play with herself and beg to be touched? I deserve a fucking award right now.
“I can’t,” I croak out.
She giggles, and it morphs into a sexy little sigh. “Fine. Suit yourself.”
While one hand continues to play with her beautiful, pierced pink nipple, the other caresses down her abdomen, before dipping into her panties. Her back arches, followed by a moan, as her palm cups over her pussy.
I drag a hand down my face while my lungs squeeze, trying to find air. This may be the death of me.
“Dominic, baby, I’m so wet.”
I haven’t heard those sweet words leave her lips in so long, I nearly forgot how much they affect me. Stepping closer, I teeter on the edge of crossing some major lines.
“Show me,” I rasp.
She smiles up at me, and obliges by lifting her arm and fluttering her fingers in my face. They’re glistening, drenched from her soaking pussy. I catch a whiff, and like a goddamn drug addict, wish I could grab hold of her hand and inhale deeply, before licking them clean.
“Want a taste?” She wiggles her fingers again, and my mouth opens, so fucking hungry for her.
“Come on,” she teases. “Be a good boy and lick your reward.”
I can’t resist her, not when she’s like this. I’m only a man.
My hand wraps around her wrist, and her back bows like I touched between her thighs instead.
“Yes, please. Do it. Lick me.”
Fuuuuck.
Keeping my eyes locked onto hers, I dip my head and bring her fingers to my mouth. I hesitate, only because I know this is wrong. She’s drunk. It’s so wrong, but it feels so right too.
Her drenched fingers just so happen to be attached to the wrist with my name across it—a reminder that she’s always been mine.
Making the decision for me, Ellie shoves two fingers into my mouth. Instinctively, I suck on them, letting my tongue lap up the moisture.
My eyes roll back in my head. She tastes like honey; sweet, addictive. I want her taste on everything I consume for the rest of my life.
She pulls her hand away and laughs a sexy, husky sound. “I think you’ve had enough.”
Not even close to enough.
“Take off your panties. I want to see you,” I grit, blurring the lines of my morals.
She twists her hips and hooks her thumbs on the sides of her underwear, sliding them down. “Hmm,” she hums. “I love it when you get all commanding and tell me what to do.”
She tosses the red scrap of fabric at me and I ball it up in my hand, rubbing my thumb over the wet spot she left behind. With her eyes anchored to mine, she spreads her legs, revealing her perfect pussy. Even from where I stand, I can see how wet she is, how swollen and pink her lips are from being so aroused. It’s the best fucking view.
“Look at you,” I whisper, amazed. “So pretty.”
My mind has gone fuzzy, trapped in the fragile space between a dream and disbelief.
I’m still not going to touch her, but I’m going to enjoy the show. “Got anything in that nightstand, Ellie girl?”
“Yes,” she answers without hesitation.
That’s my girl.
“Pull out your favorite and let me watch you fuck your pretty little pussy. Show me how you touch yourself in bed, alone. Show me what no one else gets to see.”
She reaches in her nightstand and pulls out a thick, purple vibrator with a clit massager attached to it.
“Is this one okay?” she asks, looking amazingly doe eyed and innocent for a naked woman holding a vibrator.
“You tell me, querida mía. Is that the one you like?”
The corners of her lips lift slightly. “It’s the one I use when I miss you. Makes me come every time, just like you did.”
I’m never going to be the same after this. She may have regrets tomorrow, which I’ll deal with when they come. I’m never walking away. I didn’t have plans to, but now my intentions are cemented. I’m completely ruined. She owns me.
“Show me Ellie girl. Show me how you like it.”
She turns it on and presses the button until she reaches the setting she wants, a steady vibration.
A faint ringing in my ears tangles with the sounds of the vibrator. I may pass out from this. It’s too much to take in and I want her so badly I have to keep my fists balled to stop from touching her.
The head of the vibrator disappears between her swollen, wet center at the same time a relieved moan escapes her throat.
Holy fuck!
When she was mine, we were still learning so much about sex—about what we liked. We explored and our sex life was adventurous. But wenever didthis. This is new territory, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed.
“Dominic,” she sighs. “I wish it was your cock.”
Me too. Me fucking too.
She pushes the vibrator in and out, fucking herself. I clench my jaw to fight a moan of my own.
“Do you like watching?” There’s a hint of vulnerability in her voice, of unease. Despite how drunk she likely is, she’s still unsure, and it pinches at my heart, painfully.
“I could watch you do this all day, every day, for the rest of my fucking life, and my life would be full. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I’m never going to forget this, it’ll be the last image I’ll think of before I leave this earth.”
Her lips twitch before a full-fledged smile takes over. “And people say I’m dramatic. Power of the pussy, huh Dominic, baby.” She rolls her lips between her teeth, but there’s nothing hiding that smile .
“Power of your pussy, querida mía.” She must like my answer, because her cheeks flush like I paid her a compliment.
“Are you turned on, too? Or is it just me?”
I shake my head with a laugh. I thought my tented jeans were evidence enough. “Harder than I’ve ever been before. How could I not be? You’re a fucking fantasy brought to life.”
She pauses moving the vibrator, holding it inside herself. “Show me. I want to see it.”
I really should’ve had a drink or two, I’m not sure I’m brave enough.
“Please,” she begs, flopping her bottom lip in a pout. “I need to know you want me as badly as I want you.”
I guess we’re doing this because no way in hell am I saying no to her.
With unsteady hands I undo my top button and slide my zipper down carefully, making sure to not hurt my already throbbing cock. She watches me with wide-eyed fascination.
I don’t think dicks shrink with age, but now I’m nervous as hell my nineteen-year-old cock won’t hold up well against the twenty-nine-year-old version.
“Don’t be shy,” she giggles, since I’m clearly hesitating.
I take a deep breath. Fuck it. My hand reaches inside my boxer briefs and wraps around my shaft, giving it a firm pump for good measure before I whip it out.
Her mouth drops open at the sight of it and I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.
What the fuck am I doing?
“It’s even bigger than I remember,” she says with a sigh before licking her lips.
My shoulders drop some of the tension that had built up. Better than saying it got smaller, at least.
She shoots me a sly smile. “If you want to keep watching me, then I get to keep watching you. We do it together. It’ll be our birthday gifts to each other. And if you’re a good boy, you’ll come at the same time as me.”
Best birthday gift I’ve had in years.
She never used to say ‘good boy,’ and now she’s said it twice.
I think I like it.
“I’ll fuck my fist, if that’s what you want querida mía. Anything for you.”
“Good.” She tosses her head back as she pushes the vibrator in deeper. “Come with me.”
I pump my cock, already so close it’s embarrassing. “Tell me when you’re close,” I say through a clenched jaw. “I’m not going to last long. My cock has been hard for you for so goddamn long,” I admit.
“I’m close. I’ve been touching myself every night you’ve been here just to stay sane.”
Jesus Christ. Now she tells me? She’s trying to kill me. I’ve been sleeping on the couch downstairs for almost a week, meanwhile she’s up here touching herself.
I jerk my cock faster. “Next time, tell me. Might as well use me if I’m here.”
“Dominic, baby.” She gasps. “I’m going to come.”
Thank God. I’m going to come any second. “Me too, I’m right there with you,” I rasp.
She spreads her legs wider, pumps the vibrator harder. “Come on me. I want your cum on my skin.”
The woman isn’t real, she’s a fantasy I created. I had to have. I’m dreaming.
“Please come on me,” she begs as her body arches off the bed, the orgasm ripping through her.
Please.
I walk the two small strides it takes to stand over her on the bed, and just as I do, cum spills out of my cock in ropes and lands over her breasts and stomach. Her hooded eyes watch, transfixed.
Just when I think my mind can’t be anymore blown than it already is, she takes a finger and swipes at my cum that’s landed on her nipple. Spreading it, she paints it over her breasts, before bringing the tip of her finger to her mouth and tasting it.
“Mmm,” she moans. “So good.”
I’m so fucked, it’s not even funny.
“Ellie girl, you’re better than any fantasy I’ve ever had. And I’ve had a lot of fantasies about you.”
Her eyes morph from lust to something else—something softer. “Me too,” she says quietly.
For a moment neither one of us speaks. I cut through the silence first.
“Let me clean you up,” I say under my breath, tucking my dick back in my pants.
She stays quiet, and watches me as I step into her en suite and dampen a washcloth under warm water.
When I return, she’s still like she was when I left her, but her eyes look tired.
Wordlessly I clean her up and she lets me.
After dropping the washcloth in a nearby hamper, I pause, unsure of what my next move should be. It doesn’t feel right going back downstairs and sleeping on the couch like nothing happened, but it also feels wrong to stay, even though I already went too far.
As if she can read my mind she says, “Stay.”
Her hand pats the left side of the bed, the side I just so happen to already sleep on.
For once in my life, I don’t question if this is right or wrong. Nothing about getting to share space with Ellie could ever be wrong. So I nod, and take off my jeans and shirt, leaving me in nothing but my boxer briefs. She stares, her eyes full of heat.
Honestly, I’m already getting hard again. But I know we crossed a boundary thanks to some alcohol, and shouldn’t keep going.
I slip under the covers and reach for her, way past stopping myself from touching her. Especially, after tonight. She stiffens for a second, before completely melting and cuddling against me, her back to my front.
God, she feels so good. She feels like she was always meant to be in my arms. And I can’t believe I’ve survived so long without her.
Never again. I don’t care what it takes, but I’m never going back to the man I was without her. I fell for her hard, and I never got back up. She’s mine. She’s my everything.
I kiss the back of her head, snuggling her closer. “Happy birthday, querida mía.”
“Mmm,” she hums, sleepily. “Happy birthday, Dominic.”