18. Chapter 18
Chapter eighteen
~DOMINIC~
My hand closes around her throat firmly. My thumb presses under her jaw, tilting her beautiful face up to mine.
My little rabbit let her curiosity win, and she took the bait.
I’m not the kind of man who pretends accidents happen when I’ve set the board myself.
I wanted to see how far she’d go when I heard her call my name, how easily she’d forget herself, and how quickly her body would make decisions if I gave her a show through the shower door.
She didn’t disappoint.
Her pupils are blown wide, her full lips parted, and her cheeks already burning. I haven’t even touched her properly yet and she’s blushing for me like a sinner caught in church.
I lean in, slow and close, letting water drip from my soaked hair onto her skin. “You think I won’t rip that shirt off your body?” I murmur, my voice dark and amused. “After you snuck up on me?”
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, fighting a smile. I tighten my hand just enough at her throat that her lips part on a quick, startled breath. Her thighs instantly rub together.
Fucking hell, I love how easily I can make her squirm, how quickly her breath goes shallow.
Her throat bobs under my hand. “Last chance to be a good girl and undress for me,” I say, releasing pressure and swiping my thumb along her jaw.
My other hand curls in the hem of her shirt and her lashes flutter.
“Or what?” she whispers, wrapping her fingers around my forearm.
She wants to make me do it.
Maybe I should let her undress slowly, shy and wide-eyed for me. But I’m not that fucking patient right now .
Her thin shirt tears in a couple of hard tugs. She gasps, stumbling back, and I follow, crowding her against the door as the torn fabric falls to the floor, leaving her in a black lace bra.
“You destroyed it.”
I lean in, my lips brushing her soft, parted ones. “I did,” I whisper. “I don’t do well with things in my way.”
My hand slides around her waist and tugs at the waistband of her shorts. “Ready to be a big girl and take off the rest yourself?”
She doesn’t move, so I slap her ass. She gasps, and the sound that slips from her lips almost makes me tackle her and finish this faster than I’d like.
But I want to see her do it. Consciously undress in front of me, not hoping I make the decision for her. So I step back. “Bra, panties, all of it, Jessica. I want you naked in front of me.”
I’m still dripping and my cock is hardening. I let her look at it when her eyes slide down, let her see exactly what she caused .
Her turn to perform. She stands bare from the waist up, blushing and fidgeting without me as a shield. Fuck, she’s gorgeous—vulnerable and defiant all at once.
She shifts, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her shorts. Her gaze stays locked on mine, a hunger flickering there that makes my pulse kick.
Then she pushes them down, inch by inch, her eyes never breaking contact with mine. The shorts glide over her hips and thighs, puddling at her feet.
This girl, standing in just her underwear with that look that says she’d crawl to me if I said the word—she’s art, a weapon, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
My jaw clenches as I take her in—tight black panties clinging to soft curves, long legs trembling slightly, perfect tits covered in thin black lace, nipples peaked. She’s breathing hard, waiting for my next move.
My gaze lingers on the lace. The straps cut into her shoulders, her nipples showing through the delicate fabric. My mouth waters just imagining my cock between them.
Not yet. Not until she gives it to me.
“Bra,” I say, voice low .
She sucks in a deep breath and her hands go up, sliding over her skin until she reaches the lace. Unhooking it at the back, she slides the straps down her arms, and lets the bra fall to the floor.
I watch like a starving man being handed his first real meal. Her tits are perfect, begging to be touched. I drag my gaze over every inch, making sure she feels how much I like what I see. I don’t want her doubting it.
Jessica shifts under my stare, cheeks burning but chin high—uncertain yet proud.
My eyes move down, slow as molasses, stopping at the last piece she’s wearing.
Her panties. Thin enough that I can see the outline of her pussy.
My cock jerks hard, thick and aching. She’s soaked, and she has no idea how fucking good that makes me feel.
“Take them off.”
“Are you always this bossy?”
“Yes.” My mouth curves. “Especially when I want something. And now I want you,” I murmur. “Naked. Completely.”
She bites her bottom lip to hold back a smile. “No.” Her voice is final, teasing, challenging me. She tilts her chin up and her eyes dart to the shredded shirt on the floor—a blatant invitation.
“No?” I repeat. “Need help?”
I close the space, grip the waistband with both hands, and tear. The fabric splits down the middle and I rip it down her legs. Jessica stumbles back, grabbing my shoulders as she steps out of her ruined panties.
“There,” I breathe. “Much better.”
She’s bare now—completely exposed, utterly mine.
I don’t give her time. I haul her up and she gasps, arms flying around my neck, legs instinctively winding around my waist. “You wanna watch me in the shower?” I bite out, carrying her across the room. “Then you’ll watch up close.”
She doesn’t fight. She clings tighter. Her bare chest presses into mine, skin to skin, tits crushed against my body as I march her back into the shower.
Steam hits us hot as I press her against the tile, my hand protecting the back of her head.
Water crashes over us, soaking her hair and sliding down her skin.
She’s slick, panting, grinding against me without realizing it.
“This close enough for you?” I say, grinding my cock against her .
She whimpers, fingers clutching my shoulders. I lean in, mouth brushing hers but not kissing her yet—holding back what she hasn’t begged for.
I lower her and set her on shaky legs. She looks confused when I step back and let the water fall across my shoulders. I wrap my hand around my cock, and Jessica’s eyes follow the movement with a soft, hitched breath.
“This what you liked?” I ask, slowly stroking. “Watching me touch my cock while you watch?”
Her lips part and she nods, hypnotized. Her fingers curl at her sides as if begging permission to touch. I give it. “You want to touch it?” I tilt my head.
“Yes,” she breathes, another nod.
I tighten my fist at the base and pull a longer stroke. She reaches for it; her fingers hover, uncertain. “It won’t bite,” I tell her quietly. “Only I do.”
She looks up with a coy smile before lowering her hand. Her fingers close around me, warm and soft, and I bite back a groan. She tightens her grip, and I cover her hand with mine, guiding the pace and pressure I crave.
“Look at me, baby,” I say.
She does instantly. Good girl.
“Use your wrist,” I add, rolling my hand over hers to demonstrate.
She adjusts. Her movement smooths, confidence blooming under my direction.
She watches my face now, not my cock, reading me for feedback.
She strokes firmer. Fuck, she learns fast. I groan, head tipping back for a second before looking at her again.
I reach between us, my fingers gliding over her soaked little pussy. She gasps and her hand falters.
“Keep going,” I murmur. “Don’t stop unless I tell you to.”
Her legs tremble as I slip a finger through her lips, spreading her wetness, teasing her clit with a slow circle that makes her hips jerk. “God,” she breathes.
“God’s not doing this to you,” I murmur, mouth at her ear. “I am. Say my name.”
“Dominic,” she pants, my full name breaking on her lips as I slide a finger inside her, groaning at how she clamps around me.
“Keep stroking me,” I rasp, free hand tangling in her hair. “Get it nice and hard for that greedy little cunt.”
Her head tips back in pleasure, whimpers echoing through the bathroom. Her hand keeps moving, finding a rhythm. “Look at it, Jessica.” I use her hair to push her chin down.
Her eyes lock onto the way her hand glides over my shaft, watching it swell with every stroke. “You want that cock inside you? Stretching you open?”
“Yes,” she whines, knees buckling as I circle her clit with my thumb.
“Tell me what you want.” I push.
“I want your cock…” she’s cut off by a gasp as I add another finger inside her.
“Where?”
“There,” she moans, trembling. “Inside me.”
I grin, teeth flashing like a wolf while I slowly start pumping my wrist.
“Fuck,” she gasps, unable to focus on my cock any longer, dragging it down with her hand before letting go. It slaps my abs, tip flushed and angry.
“Did I tell you to stop?”
“I can’t with you—” Her mouth opens and closes while I fuck her with my fingers. “ Dom, please!”
“If your little pussy can’t handle this, how’s it gonna handle my cock?”
She looks up, hunger in her bright eyes—her fire mine to tame. But I don’t want to tame her; I want to strike the match that sets her off.
“Are you going to keep stroking?” I ask, fisting her wet hair. “Or do I need to fuck your throat first so you get a feel for what’s about to happen to your pretty little cunt?”
Her eyelashes flutter, and her pussy squeezes around my fingers tighter. She loves this.
I step closer, cock nudging her stomach, and pull my fingers out.
She protests at the loss.
You get what you give, baby.
I slide my hand down the back of her leg, fingers curving behind her knee. She gasps as I lift it, bracing against me while I open her up, positioning her exactly how I want—open and ready.
“Now touch yourself, and keep your eyes on me.”
Her fingers tremble as they slide down. Heat wars with shyness as she drags her hand between her thighs. Her eyes flutter, but she forces them back to mine .
That look nearly ends me.
“You feel that?” I ask quietly. “The little mess you made just for me?”