4. Dom
CHAPTER 4
dom
“ Blyat! You the one getting Emma hot and bothered?” I say as my hand smacks against the back of Aidan’s head.
“Ouch! English, asshole! English!” Aiden yelps, rubbing the sore spot on his skull.
“What happened to easing her into it?”
When I gave Aidan and Cruz the proposition about sharing Emma, they were more than willing. Eager motherfuckers. But they aren’t the only ones. I’ve been torturously edged watching them play cat and mouse with my sweet girl for the last month, slowly getting closer and closer to her.
A plan was formed that night that my crazy-ass best friends would pick up their game when it comes to her, fuck with her head, and break down any remaining walls she may have. We don’t want her to have a single reservation when we all finally have her together. We want her to already be imagining what it will be like when the three of us claim her.
“What do you think I’m doing? I’m getting her used to the idea of me,” he retorts, wrapping his hands in tape to get ready for a sparring match.
“ Mudak . She needs to get used to the idea of us . Not just you! The idea is to share her, idiot. I’m not giving her to you,” I grumble, frustration rising in my chest as I rip the tape from Aidan’s hands to help wrap him up. He’s about to get into the ring with Liam Hayes—who’s out for blood lately— and I’ll be pissed if I have to see him shatter his wrists because of piss-poor prep.
“I wouldn’t take her from you. Chill out, you crazy-ass motherfucker, and you know that. You just like giving me shit.”
“It’s just too easy not to.”
Emma and I have been together for three months, and I’ve wanted her since the moment I laid eyes on her last summer. Of course I knew she existed before then, but that was the moment that cemented what I wanted.
She came into Knockout—looking unsure and broken—to sign up for self-defense. It’s not one of the popular classes since we live in a tiny-ass town in the middle of nowhere, but it’s important to me to offer it so that both women and men have the tools to defend themselves if they ever need it.
I could practically taste the trauma on her, and I definitely could see it behind her crystal-blue eyes. I would have done anything to make sure she never had that look on her face again, but something told me she didn’t need me to save her. She just needed me to stand behind her and show her how fucking strong she is all on her own.
We started lessons and I learned more about her. Having just graduated from college, she was back living at home with her parents in Aspen Ridge, and not thrilled about being under their “suffocating” roof again. I hired her as a receptionist—that I didn’t need—to give her a reprieve from home and so that I could spend more time with her.
She’s addictive.
Intoxicating.
Exhilarating.
And I’m fucking obsessed with her. When I finally had her, it nearly broke me. The first time between her legs, I found her scars. She was even more perfect to me then, and I knew, no matter what it took, she was mine for eternity. I swore right there I’d make damn sure she never had a reason to hurt herself again. She hasn’t opened up to me about why, but I’m giving her the time she needs to be comfortable enough to talk to me about it. I want to know all the hidden, dark pieces of her so I can heal every single shattered bit.
We’ve gotten to know each other deeply, but she isn’t the only one keeping secrets. The one thing I’ve kept hidden from her is the fact that voyeurism is my kink. And I’m dying to watch her with Cruz and Aidan. She hasn’t shied away from anything I’ve had her try, in fact, it’s the opposite. She thrives under my demand and is so eager to please.
I focus on the task at hand to distract myself. Having wrapped up for fights a million times before, I can do it expertly in my sleep. I pull it tight over his knuckles twice before crossing it over the back of his hand toward his wrist to create an X.
“You ready for this weekend?” Aidan asks me, breaking the silence stretching between us. I drop his hand and reach for the other one. A vivid image of Emma completely naked on all fours, choking on Aidan’s cock while Cruz fucks her from behind, flashes behind my eyes, and it takes all my restraint not to groan right here.
“Yeah, brother. I’m fucking ready.”
Emma thrives on new sexual experiences, and fuck, I can’t wait to see how she’ll respond to the Valentine’s weekend surprise we’ve planned for her.
Something tells me my sweet girl is going to enjoy it.