Chapter Two
This was stupid.
Emily rolled over in bed and stared up at the ceiling. There was no way she was going to give in to his demands. They were awful. Horrifying. There was no way a gentleman would ever say such words to a lady, or to anyone.
And yet, she knew she loved every single word he said. Yes, it had surprised her, because she wasn’t used to men wanting anything to do with her. She was the lovely best friend, the person men lightly hit on the shoulder as being the helpful good pal.
She was never one to be desired. This was why she read a lot of romance books, because for a long time she had wanted to be. She accepted that she wasn’t and just lived life in her lane.
Until a few hours ago.
Dom had really messed with her mind and body.
She was so aroused.
Each word he spoke was right out of her erotic dreams.
If she fell asleep right now, she knew she would dream of him. The only problem was what she was going to do about it.
She was a virgin.
She didn’t know a single thing about the art of seduction or keeping a man.
Some women were naturals, others were not.
She was the “not” category.
She couldn’t deny her interest in him, which made her even more of a lame doormat.
Wanting her captor.
Desiring him.
She shoved the blanket from her body and climbed out of bed.
Pacing the space by her bed, she walked up and down, trying to get her thoughts together.
It was wrong.
And yet she couldn’t help but think about it. How more lame and embarrassing could she get? She wanted to cry, or laugh. Would it be so bad? There was no way she could have sex in exchange for freedom.
Dom was a bad man.
He was her father’s enemy.
Grabbing a robe, she left her bedroom.
She needed a glass of water, or a hot chocolate, or warm milk. She needed something to clear her head.
Walking to the top of the stairs, she descended them with every intention of going to the kitchen.
Only, she saw the light coming from Dom’s office.
Of course he was awake.
The man functioned on barely any sleep.
She needed to just go to the kitchen, grab her glass of water, and go to bed.
Only, her feet were not moving in the direction of the kitchen.
One step in front of the other, she found herself getting closer to Dom’s office.
This was all wrong. She needed to stop, turn around, and then she stood in the doorway of Dom’s office.
He was near the fire, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, showing off his thick, ink-covered arms.
He held a glass in his hands, and she saw the dark liquid in the glass.
She was sure there was a part of her brain telling her to leave, to get the fuck out, to run and never look back.
The only problem was there was a large part of her brain, probably seventy percent—no, ninety-nine percent—that was screaming at her to be with him.
Dom lifted his head and turned toward her.
For the longest time, they just stared at each other, not making a sound.
Silence.
Only the crackling of the fire seemed to fill the void.
Emily wanted him.
It was completely irrational.
This man had kidnapped her.
For all she knew, he was holding her for ransom, waiting for her father to pay some ridiculous price. Only, he wasn’t being cruel to her. She was not tied up rotting in some basement. He’d not hurt her.
Staring, she couldn’t deny her attraction to him.
This didn’t make it right, she knew that.
But for once, she didn’t want to do the responsible thing.
Would it be wrong for one crazy moment to just enjoy what was happening?
“I accept,” she said.
The words were a little louder than a whisper.
Dom stepped away from the fire, and it seemed in less than a second he was in front of her. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in close.
“You accept what?” he asked.
“Your offer.”
He smiled. “You want to ride my cock, little girl?”
“I’m not a little girl.”
“I know.”
With his other hand, he grabbed her ass. He leaned in close so his lips were right against her ear. “I only hope you’re prepared for what this means.”
She didn’t get a chance to ask what he meant, as in the next second he kissed her.
Now, Emily had read a lot of books.
She had even seen her share of porn.
Her curiosity had always gotten the better of her.
Her mother had often said her curiosity would get her in trouble.
After all her reading, watching, and daydreaming about a man who would kiss her and blow her mind to smithereens, nothing had prepared her for the kiss Dom gave her.
This was not gentle.
This was hot, hard, demanding, sexy, and so many other things all wrapped into one.
She couldn’t think.
At first, she didn’t even know if she responded.
His lips were so hard and they felt so good.
Emily didn’t want him to stop kissing her.
And then he let go, and she licked her swollen lips and looked at him.
She didn’t know what came next.
All she knew was how excited she was to find out.
There was still a tiny part of her brain that screamed she was a kidnapped victim.
She had to remember all of this was wrong. Then, Dom pushed her robe off her shoulders, and she didn’t try to stop as it fell to the ground. She let out a little gasp.
His office was a little warm from the fire, but there was a chill in the air.
Perhaps it was an omen.
Something deadly to warn her that this was a big, monstrous mistake and one she shouldn’t be taking.
There were alarm bells going off inside her head, but she ignored them because there was something even more important happening.
She wanted this.
Dom’s hands returned to her shoulders, and Emily looked into his eyes, and then slowly began to slide the straps of her silk negligee down her shoulders.
She felt the slight chill across her body when her breasts were free.
The negligee fell to her waist, and Dom’s hands touched her right there.
The feel of his hands was like fire, and she felt like she was burning brighter than ever before.
Each touch making her hotter.
He pushed the negligee from her hips, and it fell in a heap on the floor.
She couldn’t help but gasp, the single sound escaping her lips.
Within the next second, he already disposed of her silk panties.
They were nothing but torn cloth now, as he tossed them to the floor.
In the next breath, he gripped the back of her neck and pulled her in close.
His lips brushed against her collarbone.
Everything was happening so fast, and rather than be afraid, she couldn’t help but find it the most exhilarating experience of her whole life.
She didn’t want it to end.
She released a moan as he moved her toward the sofa, sitting her down, and then pulling her ass toward the edge of the sofa.
There were no words as she watched him.
Emily didn’t fight, didn’t want to.
Did that make her even more of a lame doormat? She didn’t know, and in that moment, she truly didn’t care.
Dom surprised her by kneeling on the floor in front of her, and it kind of took her breath away to see him in such a position.
To her, it wasn’t right, and yet, as he cupped her knees and then spread her legs, she couldn’t help but feel more nervous.
He stroked his hands up the inside of her thighs, and she released a little gasp.
He kissed the inside of her left knee and then moved in toward her right.
Another soft, subtle kiss, but she felt it.
He didn’t just linger at her knees.
Slowly, he began to trail up the inside of her thighs.
She had seen a lot of men doing this on the porn she’d watched.
There was always a lot of noise from the women, but she tried to keep the pleasure to herself, and for now just watch.
He showed control and then she felt the tips of his fingers touch her clit, and she felt like she couldn’t breathe.
She didn’t want him to stop, so she waited, trying to gain complete control of herself.
There was not a lot of time to gain that kind of control, as with the next second his tongue was on her clit, and all thought for anything went right out the window as he began to lick and suck at her pussy.
Closing her eyes, it was all she could do to focus on the pleasure.
She didn’t want it to stop.
Another moan escaped her lips, and Dom continued to suck her clit, and she whimpered his name.
The sound got really loud and seemed to echo.
Never in all her life had she felt anything quite so incredible as she did with his tongue dancing across her clit.
She felt something building inside her.
The first hint of an orgasm by her first ever man.
This was embarrassing.
He’d barely been touching her, and yet she was ready to go.
Emily tried to hold back, to prolong this pleasure, but nothing was going to stop it.
She was putty in his hands.
Her release took her over the edge, shocking her to the core with how amazing it felt.
She couldn’t contain her pleasured screams.
She didn’t want to.
The orgasm went on and on, and only when she couldn’t take anymore did Dom pull away.
He’d brought her to orgasm first.
Now it was time for him—for them—to have sex.
This would be easy.
“It’s time for you to go to bed,” he said.
****
The following morning, Dom knew Emily was taking her sweet time to get to the breakfast table to serve him, and he wasn’t impressed with having to wait. Emily still had her responsibilities, and last night, he had not acted selfishly. He’d been the model of a perfect gentleman and now he was pissed.
It would have been easy for him to take out his cock and thrust deep inside her tight, virginal cunt. Call him old-fashioned, but he didn’t think a woman’s first time should be on the sofa. First of all, the blood would stain the fabric, but he also didn’t want Emily to be uncomfortable. He had been the one to go to bed with a raging erection and no way of stopping it.
He went to the shower and tried twice to stop his hard dick, but the only person his cock wanted was the little blonde who was driving him crazy. He was two seconds away from dragging her from the bed. Not that he would pull her down the stairs or anything. No, he’d carry her down, while also slapping that fine ass. That is exactly what he was going to do.
Dom pushed his chair out, about to do exactly that, when Emily rounded the corner into the dining room. Keeping himself in his seat, he saw her cheeks were slightly flushed and she wouldn’t quite meet his gaze.
She wore one of the many pairs of jeans he’d purchased for her, along with a single tight black t-shirt, which lay flush against her body and showed off every curve to perfection. Just the sight of her and he was hard as rock.
Emily didn’t say a word, not that she ever usually did. Sometimes he got a yearning look from her, or some kind of questioning gaze. Not today. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was thinking about.
He’d never cared about a woman long enough to wonder what she was thinking about. Emily wasn’t just any woman, though. She belonged to his enemy, who had yet to call him with some ransom deal, or his demands. Their initial conversation had entertained Dom, to deny all knowledge that he had taken her. Since then, Nigel had only requested he let her go, no ransom, no bargaining, nothing.
So far, nothing.
He imagined it was because of the heat. While Dom had been kidnapping Emily, the law had descended on the place and made several arrests. From his sources, her father hadn’t been one of them.
He had many men in one place to make a purchase, and it was going to put Nigel on the not-very-nice list of a whole lot of people. Unless he could wager a deal to get some of the high rollers out.
That hadn’t happened.
Dom was keeping a very close eye on the situation, and it also helped that he had a guy on the inside who had no qualms about keeping tabs on Nigel.
Emily came back from the kitchen, carrying his tray, and she placed it in front of him. He was pretty sure he detected a little annoyance. There might have even been a little slight clatter as the plate landed on the table. He couldn’t help but smile.
In the past few months of Emily being his captive, she’d been the best-behaved kidnap victim he ever knew. Now, after he didn’t actually fuck her, she was having a little temper tantrum. It was cute.
She returned with her own plate. This time, there was no hesitation—she put the plate in her usual space and sat down. Dom smirked.
She still hadn’t looked at him, not even during the first few days here. He’d also detected how fragile she seemed. She feared being killed. Back then, and even now, he had no desire to kill her. He was doing Nora a favor, but Emily was also very entertaining to him. He couldn’t help but be slightly enamored by her.
Leaning forward, he lifted the lid off her food and instructed her to eat. There was a plate filled with a variety of delicious fruit, some toast, and even a small bowl of porridge. His chef certainly knew how to make anything look delectable.
She picked up her fork, and he saw her slight shake. Another glance at her, and he made sure she wasn’t terrified. No, that shake wasn’t fear. What was it? Nerves? Anger? Frustration?
He was starting to think it was more frustration as he looked at her. She had an orgasm, and he knew he was good at what he did. There was no reason for her to feel even the tiniest bit frustrated.
On the other hand, he had to take care of himself, and that hadn’t been fun. No, stroking his dick multiple times to calm his raging erection hadn’t worked. The only person who should be shaking with frustration was him.
He lifted the lid off his own food, and he had his usual bacon, eggs, fresh grilled tomatoes, and a slice of toast. There was fruit for after. He intended to work out in his gym the rest of the day. Work didn’t need him, and he already decided to stay as close to home as physically possible, just to be close to Emily.
Dom stayed silent, eating his way through breakfast, waiting to see if she would say anything. No words were spoken. There were a few meaningful glances, but she never quite got the words out. She looked at him plenty of times, and again, nothing. He couldn’t help but smile.
And then, at the end of breakfast, he excused himself and headed out the door.
“Why?”
Emily asked.
This time, she sounded impatient and perhaps even a little confused.
He stopped and turned toward her. This was the only time she’d spoken to him like this. He admired her strength. Even though it wouldn’t do her any good.
“Why, what?” he asked.
Dom was not going to make it easy for her.
Her hands repeatedly opened and clenched by her side. She opened her mouth and closed it.
“Never mind.”
He nodded his head, and then left the room, smiling. She would learn he was not going to hand her everything on a plate. Some things she was going to have to work for.