Chapter 39 #2
He chuckled, giving my neck a sweet kiss. “So greedy.”
“I told you.”
“Give up. I want to hold you down and fuck you now.”
My thighs opened wider. “Can you tell me it’s what I deserve when you do it?”
He groaned into my hair. “How the fuck are you even real?”
I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder. “If you forfeit, we’ll get to do this again and tick off every item on your fantasy wish list. It’s the better option for both of us.”
“I want the month.”
“Dominic, you really don’t have to—”
“I want to,” he murmured. “I really fucking want to, Alice. I want to dote on you, take care of you, and spend every minute of every day making up for my shitty behavior, because eventually, we’re going to have to tell your family, and I need you to have enough faith in me that you don’t…
I can’t do another eight years without you, let alone an entire lifetime.
So please. Let me atone for at least a few of my sins before we’re sucked back into reality. ”
My heart was clenching as I watched his expression soften with his plea. I kissed his cheek, the corner of his lips. “How about a tie, then?”
Relief and amusement pulled at his mouth. “Greedy and horny.”
“And slutty. Admit it.”
He brushed a kiss over my temple. “Extremely slutty. We have a deal.”
I wiggled under him. “Great. Can we finish the game now?”
A smirk caught the corner of his pretty mouth before he forced himself back into character.
“In addition to your oral training, we’ll need to make sure you’re well primed to handle a proper fucking.
” He nuzzled my ear. There was a familiar scraping hiss of leather against fabric, then my legs were being pushed closed, and Dominic was wrapping his belt around my thighs, tightly enough to squeeze them together.
“Your job as my assistant, Miss Cloutier, will be to assist. I have a stressful job, and I need help blowing off steam. This isn’t about your pleasure; it’s about mine.
You’re here to cater to my needs, and I like my pussy extra fucking tight.
” I was trembling uncontrollably with anticipation by the time he fished out a condom and tore the wrapper.
I whimpered when he slid his tip over my core and lined himself up.
“Oh, and by the time you report to your first day of official training tomorrow morning, that account of yours better be gone. Your tight little ass belongs to me now, Miss Cloutier. You get fucked only when I allow it. And if I ever catch you toying with yourself for tips again, you’ll spend the next private event at my gentlemen’s club tied up and serving as a glory hole. Are we understood?”
I swallowed. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.” With gritted teeth, he shoved in. I fisted the duvet, gasping as he started ramming into me with relentless force and power.
Pleasure and pain melted together, making me drunk with euphoria.
“Fuck, yeah, take it.” The vulgar echoes of skin slapping against skin filled the room.
My toes curled. “This is the only thing you’re fucking good for, isn’t it?
Being used by men like me. Spreading your legs and sucking cock.
You’re forcing me to fucking do this, you understand that, right?
I didn’t want to fuck you, but you left me no fucking choice. ”
My eyes kept rolling, my moans and cries drowned out by the wet sounds of Dominic’s hard thrusts and his intoxicating words.
“You better not fucking come,” he growled against my ear as I started to quiver around him.
“Ohmygod, Dom!”
His palm slipped over my mouth. “Scream like that when my wife is home and I’ll stuff your mouth with a fucking dildo and tape it shut.”
Good lord.
His brain may have been the sluttiest of all the brains. The man’s imagination was filthy.
My toes were tingling, a hurricane stirring at the pit of my stomach. I wanted to play with him forever, whether it was this game or whatever we invented next.
I whimpered into his hand, sweat gathering over my back as the ripples of pleasure grew overwhelming.
It was so good with him.
It felt so good.
Right there. Right there. Right…
The orgasm rammed into me so hard I convulsed. My body jerked, my joints curling as a thousand fireworks detonated in my core at the same time. I blacked out for a second.
“I told you not to fucking come,” he gritted out, slamming into me harder. If I didn’t come out of this with at least one gnarly bruise, I was going to be sorely disappointed. “Just for that, I’m going to fuck you in the ass tomorrow. Just like this.”
There was no mercy. He didn’t relent or give me a single second to breathe and recover.
So the orgasm just kept going. And going. And going.
And then it started to rev up again.
“Maybe I’ll stuff your pussy with one of your precious toys while I do it.
Turn you into my own personal vibrating Fleshlight while I train you to take two cocks at once.
” His voice had taken on a new grating edge, the harsh movements of his hips increasingly erratic.
“It’s what you fucking deserve for being such a fucking cocktease.
You’re mine, got it? I can do whatever the fuck I want, because you’re fucking mine. ”
Every inch of my body was burning in an inferno. The second orgasm was an earth-shattering tsunami of pleasure. So much pleasure that it grazed the edge of pain.
I screamed, ripping half the duvet off the bed, my thighs fighting against their restraint.
Dominic moved his palm from my mouth to my throat.
“You’re mine. You’re fucking mine, Alice.
Made for me. You were made for me.” His tongue dragged over the side of my cheek while I pulsed around him, squeezing grunt after groan after moan out of him.
“Never again… letting you go… perfect… you’re fucking perfect…
anything… I’ll fucking do anything… take such good care of you, baby… I… you’re… fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
He tensed with a pained, rough groan. The next few thrusts were stiff, uncontrolled, and bruisingly rough. He was balls-deep, cursing and shaking. It went on for so long that, had I not been half-dead under him, I would have looked back to make sure he was okay.
My eyelids fluttered when he finally collapsed on top of me. His weight was as crushing as it was comforting.
“S… Fuck, sorry,” he heaved, trying to push himself off.
“Don’t,” I pleaded. “Not yet.”
After a minute or so, while my eyes were still closed, I felt the tender graze of his fingers brush the hair away from my face. “Holy shit, Alice.”
“Mmmm,” I agreed.
“That was…”
“Mmmm.”
He trailed kisses up and down my shoulder and neck. “You’re fucking incredible, you know that?”
“Thankyouyes,” I mumbled.
He laughed. “You okay? Can I get you anything?”
“Donleave.”
“I won’t. Not unless you tell me to.”
That wasn’t going to happen.
When he nibbled on my ear, I moaned, and I swore I felt him stir again. I wiggled my butt, and sure enough, he reacted.
Already?!
“Sohorny,” I accused, smiling.
“Insatiable when it comes to you.” More kisses peppered over my skin. “Alice?”
“Mmmm?”
“Can I fuck you again?”
I actually laughed. “Might die. For real.”
“I’ll go slow.”
“Mmmkay. Talk, though. Lots.”
“What kind?”
“Dirty. Nice.”
So he sourced another condom and fucked me again. Softly. While whispering the sweetest, most swoonworthy compliments into my ear the whole time. I wasn’t functional by the time we got into the bath, but I didn’t need to be.
He took care of everything, just like he’d promised.