Chapter 16
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Kilian
I blocked the door. The fearful look in Dominic’s eyes made it clear that, while he understood his role as prey, he hadn’t yet reached the point of accepting it. By now, he must have realized it excited him to be dominated.
As I moved closer, he took a step back, eyeing me with a wary squint.
With a smirk, I wiped the corners of my mouth with the back of my hand. “You have no idea what I’ve already done to you in my fantasies.”
“Kil, this isn’t funny. Vasily’s waiting outside.”
No, he didn’t, but Dominic didn’t need to know that he had already finished work.
After the incident in the control room, I had my suspicions, but seeing the fire in his eyes burn brighter confirmed that he wasn’t entirely opposed to the forbidden.
Whether or not his cock was twitching didn’t matter.
I wanted to see how far he would go, to the point where he begged for mercy. It didn’t matter how many hours it took—I knew this night wouldn’t end until Dominic climaxed, with or without release.
“Take off the jacket,” I ordered.
He opened his mouth and drew a ragged breath. “Kil …”
His body seemed frozen, so I stepped closer and unbuttoned the jacket for him. The tension between us was palpable as I slid it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then I stepped back.
“What are you planning?” he asked.
Although Dominic tried to maintain a composed exterior, one thing betrayed how close he was to bursting with excitement: the pulse in his neck was hammering at a terrifying pace.
“Now the shirt.”
Dominic swallowed hard but complied. With trembling hands, he unfastened one button after another and slipped out of his white shirt. His chest muscles tightened, and when he bit his lower lip, I held my breath.
It was the first time I had seen his bare chest, and he was a sight to behold. His upright posture, flawless skin, slightly hairy chest, and on his left side—a Rolling Stones tongue logo tattoo, about two inches tall in black ink.
Irresistible.
“And now the pants,” I commanded.
Our eyes locked, and time seemed to stand still.
When I had gotten off in front of him, he sat next to me like a statue, probably not realizing I’d noticed the twitch in his pants. That had turned me on so much, it was the reason I hadn’t been able to hold back.
“I don’t like repeating myself,” I growled when Dominic defied my instructions.
Pressing his lips into a thin line, he stood motionless in front of me. Only when I nodded slightly to show my impatience did he lean on the edge of the sofa, kick off his shoes, and remove his socks.
“I like how you think ahead,” I purred approvingly.
Straightening up, he fumbled with his belt.
“Slowly,” I said. “We’re not in a rush.”
“They’re going to fire me.”
I grinned. “That should be the least of your worries right now.”
He unbuckled the belt, then undid his pants. Holding my breath, I watched his every move. I could see him trying to slip into some kind of role to regain control of the situation, but he couldn’t quite manage it.
“Off with them,” I ordered when he stood there absentmindedly, thumbs hooked in the waistband, lost in thought.
He stripped out of his pants and stood upright again. Unable to keep my hands off him any longer, I moved closer and caressed the tattoo on his side. A shudder ran through Dominic’s body, and his breathing hitched.
“I want you to focus only on me. Understood?”
He barely nodded and swallowed.
My cock swelled even more at the embarrassment and insecurity he exuded.
I leaned forward and inhaled the scent of his neck. The sharp, woody fragrance, mixed with a hint of orange, filled my senses. I nibbled on his earlobe until he flinched and gasped.
Smiling, I created some space between us. “Now, the rest.”
No matter how hard Dominic tried to hide it, the desire and uncontrollable longing were burning in his eyes. He observed every one of my movements with his mouth slightly open.
I slid my finger under his chin and lifted it. Gently, I traced my thumb over his lips. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”
He didn’t answer.
“And now, I want to see you naked. Completely naked.”
Dominic swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. When he finally hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, I let go of him. He pulled them down to his knees, kicked them off, and straightened up.
God! He had no idea what that did to me, from the blue light on his gorgeous body to the shadows that made him resemble a Michelangelo statue.
This guy was driving me wild, and my cock was already pressing hard and impatiently against my pants.
But I had to hold it together. This required finesse. Or better yet: dominance.
I studied Dominic’s beautiful cock but avoided saying a word about it. I didn’t want to ruin the mood. I couldn’t know how much it would take to make Dominic cry again. And at that moment, I wasn’t interested in pushing him that far or finding out.
“That turns you on, doesn’t it?” I said, full of satisfaction.
“Kil … I …”
I silenced him with a soft “shhh” and placed my hand over his mouth. “No more words.”
A hot wave surged through my body as I saw his cock twitch slightly and the panic flash in his eyes.
Dominic clearly didn’t know what to do with his hands, and when he clenched them into fists and was about to wrap one around his length, I removed my fingers from his mouth and walked toward a shelf filled with toys.
Once I found what I needed, I made my way back to him.
“Don’t touch,” I said, taking his hands and tying them behind his back.
“Shit, Kilian, this is too much.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Do you want to set a safeword?” I tightened the knot and moved around him, turning his head toward me with my finger. “What’s your safeword?”
“Horatio,” he hissed defiantly.
“Challenge accepted.” I shrugged off my jacket and took a moment to admire him from two steps away in all his glory.
I had no intention of undressing as well. I didn’t need to. Just opening the top two buttons of my shirt was enough to stoke Dominic’s desire. He did everything he could to hide it.
With his back straight, he displayed his pride, but when he tried to maintain a neutral expression, he failed miserably. His bottom lip trembled, and the longer he tried, the harder it became for him to hold my gaze.
I undid my belt and pants and glided a hand inside. As I freed my cock, Dominic’s eyes darkened.
“Kneel.”
My voice was no more than a whisper, but Dominic heard me. It was as if he had finally embraced the role I had pushed him into. He dropped to his knees and glimpsed up at me, his breath shallow and jaw slightly clenched.
I had to dig deep into my acting skills to stay in character because, God!, was the big guy hot, kneeling before me with his hands bound. Upright and proud.
But that was good. I didn’t want him to submit to me like a dog. He was a confident man who should bow to no one. I greatly appreciated that he was surrendering to this game.
The situation demanded a lot from him, but it wasn’t me who made him lose his composure.
It was the sight of his own limp cock. His muscles stiffened, and his breath grew heavier, as if something was choking him.
He was on the verge of panicking, his face contorting in distress.
His eyes darted around the room, and he couldn’t manage to look at me again.
Seeing him squirming in his restraints frightened me. He was about to spiral, and I didn’t want to know what would happen if I let him. From that point on, there was no turning back.
I stroked his temple and turned his face to me. “Hey,” I whispered. “Everything’s fine. Look at me. Just me.”
Dominic gasped and glanced at me with shining eyes.
“Take a deep breath. Everything is fine.”
The sight of me seemed to calm him down and his breathing returned to normal.
“You’re just gorgeous,” I murmured next to his ear, while stroking his neck. When I felt Dominic turn his head and inhale my scent, I stood up again.
The brief bout of panic had not diminished my desire in any way. In fact, the opposite was the case. My cock rose up, interested, and craved attention. Dominic’s gaze switched back and forth between him and my face. While I caressed his cheek, I wrapped my other hand around my length.
“Open your mouth.”
Dominic swallowed first, then he did what I asked.
I stepped closer, patted a few times with the tip on his tongue and penetrated him. The friction of his tongue on my length sent a tingling sensation through my body and I tilted my head back in delight. A moan escaped me as I propelled myself even deeper into him.
A gurgling sound brought me back from my trance-like state. Dominic had taken me almost to the base and was really good at suppressing the gag reflex.
“You like that, don’t you? After all, it was you who gave me a blowjob of your own accord.
Back in the control room.” I pulled back and drilled myself into him again.
This time I ran a hand through his hair and grabbed the back of his head.
My grip was hard and relentless as I swung Dominic’s head back and forth in my lap.
“Oh fuck …” I pressed out. “Your mouth is simply made for my cock.”