Chapter 31 #3
Dominic took me to the most happening club in Barcelona.
According to him, nobody in the world had a better clubbing scene.
Since I’d never stepped foot outside America, I took his word for it.
The club had amazing beats, the lighting shrouded everything in bright purples and reds, the drinks kept flowing, and we danced till our feet ached.
I didn’t even remember when I’d shed my heels and didn’t even care that I was totally overdressed for clubbing.
But under the purple lights of the club, Dominic looked at me as if all he saw was me.
His hands never left my body, his lips never stopped smiling, his dimples never disappeared, and I’d never been happier.
At one point, he changed our drinks to mocktails and water. When I gave him a quizzical look, he only said, “I need you to remember this. Also, I need you not to be drunk for later. I have a special surprise.”
I was having so much fun that I simply shrugged and let it go. All I needed was Dominic’s hot and hard body against mine as I swayed to the music.
I spread my arms wide, embracing the moment.
I dipped down low with Dominic holding me to him, getting lost in the tunes.
I laughed when he stepped on my toes.
I loved when he pushed other guys off me.
I wished my girls were here with me, but for once, I refused to feel guilty for having fun.
Because that was what I was doing—having fun with the man I loved.
As the night turned to dawn, Dominic rushed me into our hotel room and slammed me against the back of the door, his lips devouring me with a ferocity that had me mewling.
My body was on fire, and every inch of me wanted to be consumed by the man holding my ass with both of his hands and sucking my neck, leaving bruises.
I clutched the back of his head, my fingers pulling at his lush hair, moaning with abandon. “Dominic, fuck me. Please.”
Dominic carried me farther into the room, his voice rumbling from his chest. “Soon, Tigress. I want you to do something for me first.”
My back was arched deep, pleasure from Dominic’s kisses running rampant through my veins, clouding my vision into a hazy fog. “Anything.”
Instantly, Dominic’s heat disappeared, and my eyes snapped open, taking him in. He’d taken a step back and had his hands in his pockets. His face tilted slightly to the side as his eyes clouded with dark desire. “Do you trust me?”
With the way his eyes darkened and his chest stopped moving, I realized that this was more than just a sexual question for him. So I looked him in the eyes and gave him a straight answer, filling my voice with pure conviction. “Yes. You know I do.”
His lips pressed together with a hint of a smile, and his eyes softened the tiniest bit. “Close your eyes, Maira.”
Without hesitation, I followed his instructions.
“That’s my girl.” His words were gasoline to the fire erupting along my skin. I was so fucking turned on that my thighs were streaked with my arousal.
I could hear some movement, but I didn’t dare open my eyes. Dominic wanted to know if I trusted him, and I was going to show him. I stood there with my hands clasped behind my back. My breathing was so erratic that my chest was heaving, and my core pulsed with the need to be filled.
The sound of footsteps moving closer had me straightening my posture further before I felt the heat of Dominic’s chest against mine. I kept my eyes closed as I felt the brush of his fingers along my cheek before he pressed the softest kiss on my nose. “Good girl. ”
I bit my lip to stop the moan from escaping my throat.
He pulled both of my hands in front of me and placed what felt like a stack of clothes in my hands.
“Open your eyes, Maira.” His words were a whisper against my ears, sending crackling pleasure slithering down my spine.
I opened my eyes to find my hands holding my Wildcats suit, with my mask and the brass knuckles. Oh, Dominic. You dirty dog .
My lips stretched into a smile as my gaze met his. I found his eyes burning with heat. “Suit up for me.”
I bit my lip and gave him a quick salute. “Yes, sir.”
I turned to walk to the restroom when his voice stopped me. “And Maira.” When I turned to meet his eyes, he said, “Keep up with the sir. ”
Heat flooded my belly, and an embarrassing amount of wetness flooded between my legs. “Yes, sir.”
With that, I locked myself behind the restroom, the heat of his gaze following me all the way.
The moment I slid the suit up my body, another surprise awaited me. I bent over my waist and stared down at the very big slit right at my crotch. Did he cut up my suit?
I zipped up my suit, pulling my brand-new diamond choker on top of it, not wanting to hide it underneath. It was a gift from Dominic, and I knew, deep in my bones, that he’d enjoy watching his present on my body.
My body flooded with excitement and want.
The need to please Dominic— sir —started to ride my body hard, my knees shaking with desire.
I’d always wanted to be fucked in my suit.
I would be lying if I claimed to never have fucked myself with my favorite vibrator while suited up.
But this. This was my own fantasy coming to life.
I swiped a finger along my wetness, running it around my aching clit, a desperate moan escaping my lips .
A loud bang crashed against the door. “Don’t you fucking dare touch what’s mine. You have ten seconds to come out.”
Oh fuck . Need thrummed in my veins, and I rushed to put on my mask and slide on my brass knuckles.
Quickly, I pulled the door open and was immediately met with Dominic’s large chest right at my face. He’d gotten out of his shirt and had removed his belt. His hands were behind his back, his wide chest expanding as he took in a sharp breath.
His eyes darkened as he stepped back and took me in. His gaze slowly traveled from my mask to my tits to the apex of my thighs. They lingered there for a moment longer, his nostrils flaring, before he walked to me, stopping right in front of me.
He slowly moved his hand up and, to my utter surprise, pushed his finger in the teardrop opening of my choker pendant. With a slight flick of his finger, he pulled me closer to his lips, making me whimper from behind my mask. His next words had my toes curling. “Kneel.”
With his finger still holding me by the choker, I lowered to my knees and leaned at his feet. The evidence of how much this pleased him stared right at my face, his erection pulling his pants taut. I clenched my fingers on my lap, stopping myself from running them over it.
Just because he’d asked me to kneel didn’t mean I’d stare down at his feet. I turned my masked face up to meet his eyes, making him look down at my crimson tiger mask.
His chest heaved, and he ran his fingers along my mask, caressing it. There was a reverence in his eyes that made me feel as if he were the one on his knees, worshipping me, rather than the other way around. “Good girl.”
My body trembled, and I widened my knees farther, just to feel the cool breeze at my core. I felt so empty that I ached. I needed him. Needed him to push his tongue inside me or slam his cock in that one deep thrust the way he always did .
He tightened his finger in my choker, drawing my attention to him. “Give me a safe word, baby.”
Even in the heat of the moment, when I was dying for a taste of him, when I was ready to do just about anything for this man, he cared about my safety. And if that wasn’t just one more reason I’d trust him with my eyes closed. “Red.”
He jerked the collar and growled. I remembered. “Red, sir. ”
He gave me a pleased nod. With another graze on my mask, he reached behind his back and pulled out a long—very long—diamond chain. Before I could ask him what the hell he was doing when I was damn near losing my mind, he removed his finger from the choker and latched one end of the chain to it.
A fucking leash.
Dominic Park had put a diamond leash on the Crimson Tiger.
My mind exploded as I watched him wrap the entire length of the leash around his palm, the veins of his arms popping as he clutched the thing. His cock visibly throbbed behind his pants, and his hand tightened around the leash.
He paused for a moment, and I looked up at him.
His face slightly tilted to the side as if asking me for permission.
I mirrored his motion and nuzzled at his hand holding the leash.
A rough growl escaped his lips as he took a step backward.
Then another, unspooling the sparkling diamond leash between us.
He moved back until he sat on the armchair behind him, his hand still wrapped around some more of the leash. How long was the fucking leash? It must’ve cost him a fucking fortune.
He sat on the chair as if it were his throne, his back resting lazily on the backrest, his legs spread open, showing off the wet spot that was forming where his cock was trapped behind his pants. He jerked the leash, snapping my head toward him. “Crawl to me, Tigress. ”
Oh, he wanted the Crimson Tiger. The Wildcat. He would get a Wildcat.
“Yes, sir.” I got on all fours and pushed my ass up in a deep arch, getting a loud growl out of Dominic.
With one hand in front of the other, I crawled as if I were a tigress on a hunt.
I crawled with my ass swinging behind me, arching it back.
Not just because every time I did it, Dominic’s hold on the leash tightened.
But because I was aching for it. I was dripping wet, soaking my suit.
He was fulfilling my deepest, darkest fantasies, the kind that I never dared to dream about.
I crawled slowly, needing it to last longer. Needing to see the storm of pleasure swirling in Dominic’s eyes for longer. His chest heaved, his hair fell over his eyes, and his lips were parted as if breathing was too difficult for him right now.
The wet spot on his pants kept growing larger, and I was dying to lap it up.
“Hold.” His voice rang loud and clear in the room.