Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
SERENA
J ust as we turn off the main road to follow the winding gravel lane up the mountain, the rain that had been pounding the windshield for the last hour transforms into fluffy white snowflakes. There is already a light dusting on the ground and trees, giving the dusky evening a magical feel.
“Are you sure it’s only going to be an inch or two?” As pretty as the early November snow is, I can’t help the worry creeping in, about not being able to get off the mountain in case of an emergency.
“Oh, Kitten, you’re definitely going to be getting more than an inch or two. More like nine.” Dom lets out a bawdy laugh as I smack his arm.
“You’re such a child.”
“You left yourself wide open for that, Kitten…speaking of wide open…” Dom wiggles his brows at me, and I clamp my hand over his mouth before he has the chance to make another double entendre. His joke does succeed in taking my mind off the weather though, so I sit back and admire the beauty of the snow-covered forest as we make our way up the mountain to the cabin.
When we arrive at the cabin, I’m taken aback by how charming it is. It’s a modest two-story, rustic A-frame made out of Eastern Pine wood, overlooking the valley below. The balcony seems to almost hang right off the edge of the mountain.
“Wow, this is cozy. How’d you find this place?” I ask as I walk up the stairs to the homey front porch that houses a couple of rocking chairs and a swing off to the side.
“It belongs to a buddy of mine. He lets me use it occasionally when I need a weekend away.” Dom pulls out a key and unlocks the front door, revealing what is clearly a family getaway and not the usual vacation rental place. It has an open floor plan with floor-to-ceiling windows along the back wall that overlook the valley below. There is a stone fireplace with a comfortable looking overstuffed couch in front of it and bookshelves lining the opposite wall. The kitchen has an island separating it from the living space, but the first floor is one big open space so the view of the windows can be seen no matter where you stand. A staircase off to the side leads up to the loft-style bedroom above us.
“Wow, Dom, this is gorgeous.” I wander off from him to take in my surroundings, admiring the craftsmanship of the expansive woodwork throughout the room.
“Yeah, it’s nice here. I try to get up here a couple of times a year to reset myself.”
I’m standing at the windows, watching the snowfall blanketing the valley below us, when Dom comes up behind me, engulfing me with his warm body. He peppers my neck in open-mouthed kisses, and my body instantly melts at his touch.
“I’m going to defile you on every surface of this cabin this weekend, Kitten. I hope you’re ready for what I have planned for you.” Dom’s voice is a low, sensual growl in my ear, and my knees go weak at his words. A low sound I can only describe as a purr escapes from me, and Dominick takes that as his cue to flip me around, pressing my back against the cold glass of the window while he cages me in with his body. His kiss is all consuming. Possessive. It’s almost like an assault on all of my senses. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how he seems to claim ownership of me with every kiss.
Slowly, his hands work my sweater up and over my arms, breaking our kiss only long enough to pull it off my body. In return, I claw at the flannel shirt he’s wearing, stripping it from his body, desperate to feel his skin against mine. Our movements become frenzied and rushed, a frantic race to strip ourselves of every barrier separating us so we can come together as one.
Dominick lifts my legs up, wrapping them around his waist, and in one hard thrust, he’s inside of me. I bite his shoulder, riding out the pain of the sudden intrusion, as he begins pounding into me. The glass against my back is cool, but sweat still beads across my forehead as he fucks me relentlessly. I’m not sure if my body will ever fully adjust to his size, but slowly the walls of my pussy relax, easing his way into me, making his thrusts pleasurable instead of painful.
“Fuck, Kitten. Your pussy is perfect. You were made for me. I can’t wait to call you mine forever.” Dom bites and sucks and nips, leaving marks across my collarbone and on my breasts. A wave of pleasure builds in my core. I dig my nails into his back and throw my head back against the glass as my orgasm crashes into me like a wave.
“Oh God, Dom!” I shout as my walls tighten around his cock, and my body shudders, over-stimulated and euphoric.
Moments later, Dominick is grunting while he finds his own pleasure. I can feel the warmth of his release filling me. We stay there, pressed against the glass, locked together, breathing each other in as we come down from this high.
Gingerly, I reach a finger up under Dom’s jaw, lifting it so he is looking me in the eye. “I love you, Dominick Reeves. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me.”
A dark look of satisfaction crosses his face. “I love you too, Serena Malcolm, and I never plan on letting you go.”
I’m in the bathroom, waiting for the shower to heat up, when Dom strolls in, naked, cock hard again and swinging. “Jesus, Dom…again?” I laugh and back away from his predatory gaze. My pussy needs a break, and I am desperate for a shower after all our…activities. Dom just smirks at my apprehension, a hungry gleam in his eyes.
“I will never get enough of you, Kitten. You might as well get used to it.” Dom leans in, capturing my lips with his, stealing the protest that was forming on my lips. He backs us into the shower together, pinning me against the tile as he ravishes my mouth with his. When he inserts one of his thick fingers into my sore and battered vagina, I wince and pull back.
“Dom, I can’t. Not again. Not yet. I need a break.” I try to pull away, but his hard body has me caged in, and there is nowhere for me to go.
“Come on, Kitten… I know you’ve got one more round for me. You can take it. Be my good girl.” Dom bites my neck as he inserts a second finger. My pussy is so sore from our last round, when he fucked me so hard from behind, I’m sure he left bruises.
“Dom, no…please. We can go again tomorrow.” I push at the hand cupping my sex, desperate to get him to let me go. Dom lets out an aggrieved sigh and motions to his hard-on, looking red and angry and ready to go.
“What am I going to do about this, Kitten?” I lick my lips, unsure of what to say. Dom’s eyes light up as he watches the movement. “Good idea, Kitten. Get on your knees and let me fuck that beautiful mouth of yours. I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around me.” When I hesitate, Dom reaches around and cups my ass, teasing my tight hole with his finger.
“It’s your mouth or your ass. I’ll let you choose.” His lips ghost against mine and I shudder against the teasing brush of his finger against my ass. I’m definitely not ready for that.
When I drop to my knees, ready to get this over with so we can go to bed, Dom gives me a satisfied smirk. “That’s my good girl. Now open up, and let me feed you my cock.”