5. Ryan
Ryan
I didn’t move for an entire minute. I just stared at him, trying to figure out if he’d actually said that or if I was having a stroke. Did he think I was so desperate for his protection that I’d do anything to get it?
Dominic didn’t say a word. Just smirked at me arrogantly like the meltdown of my brain was somehow amusing to him.
Eventually, I remembered how to speak. “What the fuck?”
“If you want my protection, then get on your knees.”
My rage hit new heights. “You’re fucking with me, right?”
“Nope. That’s my price. You either pay it or you don’t. It’s down to you.”
“I thought you weren’t gay.”
“I’m not.” Dominic raised a brow as his gaze swept over me. “And neither are you, apparently.Yet I bet this ends with you choking on my dick all the same.”
It hit me then. The confusion evaporated leaving the way clear for anger to descend. “Oh my god. This is your way of fucking with me. You don’t think I’ll actually do it. You’re just seeing how far you can push me.”
Dominic chuckled darkly, making the hair on my arms stand on end. “Maybe. Maybe not. Guess you’ll have to go to your knees to find out.”
I fisted my hands. I could punch him instead. I’d likely break something, but it’d be worth it. Anything to wipe that smug, satisfied grin off his face. The fucker thought he had me in a corner. He knew I wasn’t into guys any more than he was.
This was his sick way of messing with me. I had no idea what Dominic had against me, but I wasn’t giving him the satisfaction of winning this little bout. I knew exactly what he expected me to do. The way he thought it was going to go.
Fucker.
“You’re twisted.”
“I’ve been called worse,” Dominic drawled. “You’re the one who’s still here, so maybe you’re just as twisted as I am.”
His gaze swept over me, judgement dripping from it. “Scratch that. There’s no way you can play on my level. We both know how this is going to end. Don’t worry, Shadow, I won’t lord it over you…too much. You might want it, but you won’t follow through.”
My jaw tightened.God, I hated him. I hated him so viscerally that I was choking on it. What gave him the right to fuck with me like this? Just who did he think he was?Did he really think I could be teased like this?
My mind reeled with memories. Every taunt I’d ever heard. Every kick I’d taken. Every punch. Every insult. They coalesced until they were a pit in the ground before me. One that wanted to swallow me whole.
I wouldn’t let it. I’d had enough. Enough of the bullshit. Enough of the bullying. Enough of everyone thinking they could walk all over me.
It was time to show everyone. Dominic, Max, the bullies…even myself. I could be strong. I could be brave. I could stand up for myself.
I took a deep breath and leapt over the pit.
Dominic wanted to play mind games? I could play mind games. I could stoop so fucking low that he wouldn’t know what to do about it.
We’d see who was laughing then.
I took a step back and his smile turned triumphant. “I fucking kn?—”
His words cut off abruptly as I sank to my knees. I held his gaze the whole way down. I noted how it went from shocked to horrified.
“Is this not what you wanted?” I asked challengingly. “I’m doing exactly what you asked.”
Understanding flickered. He knew I was raising the stakes. Now it was down to him to decide what happened next.
I should’ve expected it, but it still shocked me when he grabbed my chin and thumbed at my lips again. “Not quite. Being on your knees was only the first part. Sure you can manage the rest?”
He kept his hold on my jaw. He was pushing my boundaries, waiting for me to snap.
Well, he could keep fucking waiting.
Going on instinct, I opened my mouth and caught his thumb between my teeth. I bit down until he hissed before laving over the marks with my tongue.
Dominic blinked down at me. Satisfaction flared. I might have been the one on my knees, but that didn’t mean he was in control.
I was.
I sucked on his thumb. Hard. When his eyes widened, I released him and sat back on my haunches. I didn’t say a word, just raised my brows. My meaning was clear.
Your move, Dominic.
I was done letting him walk all over me. Him and everyone else.
That should’ve been enough. Any sane person would’ve called it quits and walked away. Would chalk it up to experience and never bring it up again.
Dominic wasn’t sane. It was the only explanation. “Cute, but that’s not what you’re meant to suck, Shadow.”
As for why his words had me reaching for the button on his jeans?
Maybe I wasn’t fully sane either. Not where Dominic was concerned.
My hands shook as I undid the button and slowly drew down the zip. I waited for Dominic to stop me. To knock my hands away or say something.
But he did nothing.
So I kept going.
My mouth was dry as I palmed his cock through his underwear. Fuck. I was touching Dominic’s dick. What the fuck was happening right now? I’d never so much as kissed someone—was I really going to give him head?
That was when I realised Dominic’s cock was hard. Not just sporting a semi, but like steel under my fingers.
That knowledge erased every doubt in my mind. I’d made Dominic hard. Me. This fucked-up situation. He wasn’t in control right now.
I was.
I didn’t understand the boost of confidence it gave me. Maybe it was the lack of power I felt on a daily basis. Here, on my knees for Dominic, I felt stronger than ever before.
His fingers threaded through my hair, pulling lightly. “You aren’t really going to do this, are you, Shadow.”
It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. An assumption. An attempt by Dominic to wrestle back the power in a situation that was spiralling out of his control.
“You’re the one who needs to stop this.” I stared up at him innocently. “I’m just doing as you asked. As you demanded.”
A muscle jumped in Dominic’s jaw before his hold on my hair relaxed. “Go on, then. What are you waiting for, an invitation? I know you’re inexperienced, Ry, but even you should know to just get on with it.”
I exhaled through my nose. We both knew I’d never done anything like this. What the fuck was he trying to achieve by bringing it up?
He’s trying to get you to chicken out. He wants you to break before he does.
Yeah, that wasn’t happening. I might have chickened out of almost everything I’d faced in the past, but not this.
I looked up at him as I reached for the waistband of his underwear. His pupils dilated as he watched me, hand still clutching my hair.
From the corner of my eye, I saw his erection for the first time. Shit. He was big. Of course he fucking was. That shouldn’t be a surprise.
Dominic had everything else going for him. Why shouldn’t he have been gifted a massive cock too?
I was no slouch in that department either, not that it did me any good. There was no point being well endowed when you were the only one who got to see and touch it. But that wasn’t what I was worried about.
No, I was panicking about how I was meant to fit him in my mouth without choking. I knew some guys liked that. Well, in porn they did, but I probably shouldn’t be basing all my worldly knowledge on that.
Bit difficult not to though, given I had nothing else to go on.
It’s okay. You can do this.
I could. It was just a body part. I’d sucked his thumb earlier; his cock couldn’t be too different.
My breath caught as I wrapped my trembling fingers around his shaft. Fuck, I hadn’t expected it to feel like this. It was hot and throbbing against my palm. It felt nothing like when I touched my own dick.
The hand not holding Dominic’s cock drifted south, like my mind wanted to check. To feel the difference.
I wasn’t expecting to find the same hardness. What was happening? Was this turning me on?
It was.
I had no idea what to do with that information. Worse, now that I’d realised it, I couldn’t think of anything else.
I stroked Dominic’s shaft tentatively, getting used to the feel and weight of him.
Half of me was expecting him to tell me to hurry up again, but he stayed silent.
That didn’t mean he wasn’t reacting though.
Every stroke drew a shudder from him. His hand kept flexing in my hair while the other was fisted at his side.
For some reason, I couldn’t look up at him. I didn’t want to know if this was shaking him to his core as it was me. Instead, I focused on his cock and tried to work out what the fuck I should do first.
Obviously putting it in my mouth was step one. But all at once? Should I lick it first? Stroke it at the same time?
Why are you so worried about making it feel good?
Urgh. The voice in my head was right. If I had to explain it, I supposed it was because I didn’t want to give Dominic any more ammunition against me. He already knew I was inexperienced. I didn’t need to prove it to him too.
I wasn’t going to lie…having his protection would make my life easier. For all my internal talk about standing up for myself and taking control…well, maybe I’d believe it once I did it with someone other than Dominic.
Besides, I was still betting that he’d call this off before I actually put my mouth on him. This wasn’t ablowjob—it was a battle of wills.
One I was determined to win.
My tongue darted out over my lips as I studied his cock. Like me, he was uncut. I should pull back the foreskin before sucking him, right? That was what I’d like, I guessed. I was more sensitive there, so it’d make sense that he would be too.
He gave a small groan as I pulled it back fully to reveal the shiny head. A drop of precum sat there, like it was waiting for me to lick it up.
Was I actually going to do this?
I risked a glance up at Dominic. His chest was heaving, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Hooded eyes stared back at me, but he didn’t move to stop me.
Okay.
I guessed we were doing this.