Chapter 36 #2
“No.” As much as I would’ve loved for him to dote on me like this for the next two weeks, the idea didn’t sit right.
He’d been lied to and furious, and I couldn’t confidently say I wouldn’t have acted the same way had I been in his shoes. I wasn’t angry with him anymore. I was angry with Rachel, and a little at myself, but I didn’t have it in me to be angry with him anymore.
Dominic tossed the loofah to the side and ran his hands across my stomach, up my ribs, and over my breasts. “That’s a shame. I was really hoping to have convinced you by now.”
I laughed. “We’re barely twenty minutes in.”
“Exactly. Think of how much more fun we could have in two whole weeks.”
My breath stuttered when he started lathering my breasts, stealthily toying with my nipples in the process. “And what happens after the two weeks are up?”
“I get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness. If you say no, we move on to phase two of my groveling plan. If you say yes, we still move on to phase two of my groveling plan, but, in addition, I’ll have enough mental capacity to simultaneously plot how I’m going to ruin Rachel’s life.”
I tensed. “And what if I ask you to leave her alone?”
His hands froze. “Let’s chat again in two weeks, once you’ve had time to fully digest what she did.”
“You said you want to move on. How do you think that’ll work out for us if we keep tangling ourselves up in stuff that happened in the past?”
There was no immediate rebuttal. He knew I had a point.
“I never want to see her again,” I whispered. “I don’t want to talk to her, or think about her, or let her take up any more space in my life. I’m so tired of being angry. I just… I can’t keep…”
The second my voice wavered, he squeezed me possessively to his chest. “Okay. All right,” he murmured in a soothing cadence. “I’ll let it go.”
“Really?”
“Really. You have my word.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and leaned my head back on his shoulder.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to get emotional. Yesterday was a lot.
I’m still feeling a little raw.” Not to mention, I still had no idea how the hell I was going to break the news to my family.
With a sniffle, I lifted my hand and gave the back of his head an affectionate scratch.
He groaned, nuzzling my neck. “This is helping quite a bit, though. So, thank you.”
One day, when I wasn’t feeling quite so brittle, I’d return the favor.
Though we wouldn’t be sitting on the bench together. He’d be lounging on it alone while I wrecked my knees, sucking his brain cells out of his dick. He had more than enough to spare; it’d probably be fine.
A flutter sprinted through my core at the thought. I wonder if he’ll let me do it now.
“Dom?”
His dick strained against my back like it’d picked up the slight shift in my tone. My mouth watered.
He kissed the crook of my shoulder in lieu of a verbal response.
“How is this going to work, exactly? What, um, are your duties? Because I had a task list to work off of.”
His palm shifted to my lower stomach before traveling down. “They’re whatever you want them to be. I’ll do whatever you ask. That’s the point.”
I swallowed. “Define whatever.”
He grinned into my skin, then dragged his blazing tongue up the side of my neck.
I shivered, and he gave an involuntary roll of his hips.
“I’d much rather show you, if that’s okay.
But let’s finish up here and dry off first, shall we?
” I gasped when his soapy hand shoved between my thighs.
He moaned into my hair when his fingers slipped right over my slick-covered center.
“Jesus, you’re dripping all over the bench. ”
I’d have answered if my teeth weren’t clamped so tightly over my bottom lip.
“Open your legs for me.”
I did as instructed, my pulse jumping when he reached for the detached showerhead again. It turned on.
“Wider,” he said.
I moaned when the water was redirected, clenching around nothing. Dominic used his fingers to spread me open, fully exposing my clit to the teasing stream. My eyes hit the back of my head that time.
“What I would fucking give for a mirror right now,” he growled, splitting me wider as he moved the head closer.
I thrashed when the pressure changed, increasing slightly as most of the water was pushed into a more concentrated area. I tried to close my legs, but he hooked his arm under my left thigh and pulled it up.
“We have to be thorough,” he murmured in my ear before giving it a tender bite. His fingers crept over my inner thigh, and I whimpered as they invaded my slick center, exploring. “You’re going to ruin your underwear if we don’t wash this all off first.”
My head hit his shoulder, my teeth clenching as the pleasure started to stack on top of itself.
“Spread your legs all the way,” Dominic commanded. “Feet up on the bench.” Then, more to himself than me, “I’m going to have a mirror installed in here tomorrow.”
My thighs shook as I widened them, and had he not helped pull my feet up, I’d never have managed to brace them on the bench like he wanted.
The water turned off, and I whimpered when his fingers probed me, inspecting. “Still dripping,” he chided. “Do try to control your urges, Miss Cloutier. Otherwise, we’ll be here all day.”
The water turned on again, and I folded over before he grabbed me and pulled me back. One pinch of my nipple and I choked out a shattered moan. The pleasure built and built and built. And just as I could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel, the pressure shut off again.
“Let’s see…” Ignoring the trembling ball of nerves whose carnal needs I was currently enslaved by, Dominic invaded my pulsating core with a thick middle finger, pushing it all the way in.
“Oh my god,” I gasped.
The finger was dripping when he retrieved it. He tutted with disappointment. “This won’t do. The water isn’t enough. Stand up.”
I licked at my parched lips. “Isn’t it supposed to be me giving the orders?”
His lips twitched. “I have a job to do, Miss Cloutier, and I take it very seriously.” He gripped my hips and lifted me off his lap. “Bend forward and brace your hands on the wall.”
Again, wasn’t it supposed to be me telling him what to do?
Half smiling, I followed his instructions, allowing him to guide my unsteady knees an extra inch apart.
“Good.”
I’d bent low enough that I could see his lower body when I dropped my head.
I watched, fascinated, as he gripped his hefty length, stroking it twice before his palm rolled over the leaking head.
His breath stuttered, and then he was touching me, using his other hand to spread me open for his viewing pleasure.
“The number of times I’ve imagined this exact scenario… How the fuck are you this pretty, Alice? How am I supposed to get anything else done ever fucking again?”
My fingers curled against the wall. There was a joke in there somewhere about how he’d spent the last two weeks neglecting his job, but he leaned in and kissed my center before I could find it.
It was a sweet, chaste press of his plush lips that lasted less than a second. Yet it still somehow made my joints crumple.
“I change my mind,” he muttered, squeezing his shaft as I fought for air. His tongue darted out to give me a little lick, and I almost lost my balance. “Two weeks isn’t enough. Let’s make it a full month.”
A brittle laugh scraped out of my lungs. “We can still have sex if you’re not my butler.”
“Yes, but it’ll be easier to warm you up to the insatiable, gluttonous monster I am if you’re initially under the impression that the reason I’m spending eight hours a day with my tongue stuffed inside your pussy is because I’ve technically made it my job.
Otherwise, I’m going to scare you off.” He rolled his fist over his crown again.
“Don’t get it twisted, Alice. My motivations are mostly selfish.
There isn’t much I wouldn’t give to spend twenty-four hours a day with you.
Even if you didn’t want me to touch you.
Even if all you wanted to do was talk or sit in silence.
I’d hand you the keys to my house if you asked for it. ”
I was going to fall.
My legs were quivering, struggling to hold me up as the affection and lust threatened to drown me.
“Speaking of,” he muttered, “you want to know another secret?”
I choked out a “yes,” locking my knees so I wouldn’t crumble to the floor.
“I accidentally built that thing just for you.”
“What?” What the hell did that mean?
“It was almost done by the time I realized what I was even doing.” Another small lick. “I’d hired your favorite architect… implemented every little architectural detail you’d ever gushed over when we’d traveled… every small dream-house wish you’d mentioned in passing…”
My mind started to race, but it felt a little like revving an engine when the wheels weren’t touching the ground. My thoughts were spinning, going nowhere fast.
“Roman-style baths… French windows and doors… Italian Juliet balconies… Spanish fountains… apparently, I’d spent a lifetime keeping a mental list for you.”
“Dom…” I really was going to collapse.
“Two more minutes,” he pleaded gently, giving me another tiny lick. “Holy shit, Alice. You have no idea… I could live off of this.”
He pressed his lips to my clit again, just as delicately as the last time, then trailed kisses up, up, up. I was panting, my eyes drooping, my knees wobbling, my gaze entranced by the mouthwatering stream of precum trailing down his veiny shaft and onto the bench.
I licked my lips. What a waste.
His mouth moved back to my clit, starting the trail over. This time, he spoiled me with open-mouthed kisses.
“Dom… Bed. Please.” I couldn’t hold myself up anymore.
I didn’t think he heard me that time. His fingers were digging into my stretched flesh, and a deep, guttural sound was rumbling out of his chest. His kisses became sloppy, his languid tongue lapping at my entrance like he was dying of thirst and I was his only source of water.
He thrust into the air.
“Dominic,” I pleaded. “Bed.”
His dick twitched. Another thrust.
Then his entire mouth got involved, opening wider, lapping and scraping and sucking in a selfish, purely depraved way that was meant for his pleasure and his pleasure alone—like he couldn’t get enough of me, no matter how hard he tried, and how I felt about it didn’t matter.
I moaned, reaching back so I could grip his hair and pull him off.
Except he grabbed my wrist, and in one dizzying movement, my back was pressed to the cooling glass door, Dominic was on his knees in front of me, and one of my legs was hooked over his shoulder. Scratch that, both of my legs were now hooked over his shoulder.
Oh god.
Oh my fucking god, that feels…
There was no coherent rhythm to his movements. He was feral, golden eyes locked on my face as he devoured me with every tool at his disposal—lips, tongue, teeth.
His teeth.
I wasn’t sure when my hips started moving, exactly, but by the time I realized I was practically humping his face, I was too far gone to care.
Our gazes were latched. I had one hand in his hair, the other braced against a wall.
“Dom, that feels… you’re so good at…”
He flushed harder in response to the praise, his darkened eyes shimmering as he watched me gasp and pant desperately for him.
If he wanted to spend eight hours a day like this, so be it. As long as he was cool with me spending another eight returning the favor. We could make it work. There’d still be plenty of time left to eat, shower, and sleep.
“Just like that…” My hips rolled as the pleasure built toward its peak.
My skin was tingling, bright white dots marring my vision.
“Keep going… I’m… Dominic, I…” I couldn’t think anymore.
All my thoughts had evaporated. He was so fucking pretty and so good with that mouth of his.
I was losing my mind, and I just… I… “Good… so good… that’s… oh god, I’m gonna…”
The volcano erupted. A violent tremor ripped through Dominic, a half-vicious, half-victorious growl tearing out of his lungs when I screamed.
He was thrusting into nothing, his fingers digging into me hard enough to leave marks.
Thick ropes of cum whipped out of him just as my own orgasm smashed into me, dousing my whole body in liquid electricity.
Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my muscles, stripping me of my senses.
Then I was gelatin.
When I came to, we were both on the shower floor. I was limp in his arms, and he was cradling the back of my head and kissing my temple, whispering a string of praises I could barely parse out.
I closed my eyes and snuggled closer, breathing in his fresh, masculine scent. He barely managed to peel me away long enough to slip my arms into the plush white shower robe before carrying me to the bed. Then his lips were on mine, the warm, heavy weight of his body pressing me into the mattress.
Our fingers threaded on the bed. Our tongues tenderly twined.
And if this wasn’t heaven, I’d hate to see what was.