Chapter 3 - Maya
The club’s neon lights swirled around us as a particularly rowdy couple shoved me, and I fell back into Dominik’s muscled frame. My heart was thumping against my ribcage, going a mile a minute. Dominik, this man, was the most beautiful male I’d ever seen. Tall, dark hair, striking, dark green eyes that pulled me in, and a sharp jawline I wanted to run my tongue over.
The visceral attraction rocked me to my core, but I didn’t want to question it—not tonight, anyway. I’d come here looking for something like this, after all. Dominik, with his strong, firm body that made me feel so soft as I was pressed against his rock hard torso, was the man I wanted.
But we were not alone, though I suddenly wished we were. The dirty things I wanted to do to this man who’d just walked up to me! He exuded charm, his smile giving away his interest, urging me on. His eyes roamed over my body, and I saw them sparkle in appreciation of my curves in a way no one had ever shown before.
He leaned down, his face inches from mine, his voice a seductive whisper in the air between us. “Let’s go somewhere else. We have all night.”
I could feel the heat radiating off him, and I knew I didn’t want to be alone anymore. The man I’d come here seeking—the one I wanted to lose my virginity to—it was this man: Dominik.
I felt myself becoming lightheaded with lust, and wanted nothing more than to say yes.
I nodded, smiling in what I hoped was a seductive manner. “Lead on.”
He smiled and took my hand; glancing to where Jenna stood, I could see she was lost in the moment, one with the music, morphed into someone barely recognizable. There’s no way she’ll even hear me.
Well, I was leaving. I would send her a text to let her know I was okay.
Dominik led me out of the club through a private entrance to a waiting black luxury car.
A man in a suit opened the back door, and Dominik gestured for me to get in. I did so hesitantly, wondering abruptly what I’d gotten myself into. I slid into the back seat with Dominik, and the man closed the door. The vehicle lurched forward, and within seconds, we were gone.
We drove in silence for a while, until he finally spoke. “You are very beautiful tonight, Maya. That’s your name, right?”
I nodded. “Yes.” My heart was pounding in my ears.
His eyes roved over me, glowing with the embers of pure lust. “Well, you look fucking sexy in it. Makes me hard, thinking of all the ways I can peel it off of you.” His voice was liquid magma, setting me aflame.
His voice alone sent the heat in my belly pooling between my legs, and I did my best not to squirm. Hearing him admit just what my body did to him, as well as the promise of what he intended to do about it, made my pussy throb. Greedy. Greedy for his tongue. God, I was turning into a wanton slut.
And I liked it.
“Thank you.” I swallowed, looking away from him to slow my urgent want.
For all my bravado back at the club, I didn’t know what to say. So I stared at the passing cityscape in silence. I leaned forward, my hair falling like a silken curtain across my face, and I allowed it to shield me for a bit.
When I’d reined myself in a bit, I turned to look at Dominik, noticing that his gaze wasn’t entirely focused on the road; somehow, I saw exactly what he was thinking: He thought I was sexy, and he wanted to devour me whole.
I knew men always thought that way, and I’d expected it with the way I’d dolled myself up tonight. However, I liked being taken seriously, and I also liked people who knew when to take themselves seriously, because they knew how important others perceived them to be. That was why I preferred guys who understood their own worth; he seemed to have that same mentality, and I found that irresistibly attractive.
How could I not? He looked like a Greek god—dark green eyes framed by long, dark lashes that made those eyes glimmer and made me jealous at the same time, a chiseled jaw, faintly shadowed with stubble that somehow only made him even sexier. His high cheekbones framed his handsome face in a regal way, such that his already-striking features became even more intimidating—yes, that was the word: He had a masculine beauty that was intimidating.
But I’d come out tonight to break out of my comfort zone—I wanted to handle that challenge. It was only for tonight, after all.
“You’re staring a hole in my face, little mouse,” Dominik drawled, and I blinked at his side profile—a view just as striking as the front.
“You wouldn’t know if you hadn’t looking at me, too,” I countered, and he chuckled, the throaty sound throwing my stomach into upheaval.
“I can feel your stare, little mouse,” he continued, and my brow twitched again. “Do you realize what you’re doing?”
‘Little mouse’? Was that how he saw me? My brain couldn’t decide whether to feel offended, but my body had already made its choice. My heart stuttered at the sound of the pet name, and I felt my cheeks grow warm.
Before I could say anything else, Dominik’s phone rang, and he answered it after a prolonged moment of staring at me.
He was speaking—in Russian, I thought. Probably a business call. Then he looked toward the window.
He was engaged in a serious conversation, or maybe he was just trying to impress me. After the brief exchange, he ended the call and put his phone away.
I didn’t want to ask what the call was about. It was his business; if he wanted to, he would tell me what it was about.
Dominik looked at me, smiled, and said, “Well, little mouse. Looks like I’ve got the night off.”
I raised a brow. “That’s quite convenient.”
The corners of his mouth curled slightly upward. “It is.”
We continued in silence for another ten minutes before the car pulled to the side of the road.
I looked over to a see a luxurious hotel. This place probably cost an arm and a leg—who wouldn’t want to be here? It would make a wonderful retreat. We could relax, unwind a little. Just the two of us… Dominik and me.
He reached for my hand, and I let him take it, hoping to hell my palm wasn’t sweaty. As soon as we got out of the car, it moved off, and we walked into the hotel.
Dominik led me through the space like he owned the place. He didn’t go to the front desk or wait in the lobby like everyone else. We went straight to what appeared to be a private elevator: It was guarded by two men in suits.
They nodded respectfully when they saw Dominik, and one of them pushed a button. The door slid open with a ding, and we both got in.
The moment the door slid shut, Dominik turned and captured my mouth beneath his own with a fervor that stole my breath. I didn’t stop him but, instead, responded with the same passion, wanting more than anything to just melt into him.
I wanted to forget about my dreams, my goals, troubles, and the stress of my life. All I cared about now was being with this handsome stranger, having him fuck me. Nothing else mattered, or even existed—no worries, no responsibilities, none of those other meaningless things. Just sex and the simple pleasure of being in the company of someone I’d chosen.
Dominik continued kissing me, his hands roaming my body, sliding under my dress to find my bare skin. I shivered, moaning. He started unbuttoning his shirt, untucking it from his waist. I felt the cool air on my chest, and the warmth of his half-naked body touched mine. The hard muscles beneath his skin, rubbing against me, sent chills down my spine. Suddenly, Dominik stopped moving, and he whispered gruffly, “I will not stop now.”
Even though my heart pounded in my throat and my stomach trembled, I nodded. My breath caught in my throat as his lips descended on mine once again. His kisses became aggressive—more demanding.
His tongue stroked my lip. Slowly, it penetrated my mouth. I parted my lips, allowing his tongue to tangle with mine. His kiss intensified into something even more intense. Then, he pulled away briefly, causing me to whimper. As cool air hit my flushed cheeks, my nipples hardened in an instant. My breathing grew shallow, my hips rocking back and forth involuntarily. I moaned as Dominik took hold of my hips again.
Suddenly, the door of the elevator glided open, and I blinked as we stepped out into a spacious, well-lit room. Mirrors lined the walls, along with sketches and several paintings; they all looked expensive. Two couches faced each other in the center of the room, and a king-size bed sat against the far wall.
Dominik guided me to a couch and sat beside me, holding me tightly. He ran his fingers through my hair as we kissed hungrily, his talented tongue taking my breath away.
My hands trailed along his chest and neck, feeling the warmth of the skin under my fingertips, enjoying the sensation and smell of his delicious musk as he caressed me with his hands.
I moaned softly as he unzipped my dress.
I took a deep breath, taking in the sight of him. He still wore his white shirt, though it lay open, half-revealing his broad chest, which was completely covered with tattoos. My heart leapt into my throat, and I lifted my hands to push the shirt completely off. My eyes widened to see that his arms were decorated, too; powerful muscles and beautifully shaped tattoos of snakes, bears, tigers, dogs, lions, birds, fish, and butterflies. As he watched me take in his gorgeous, tattooed body, the satisfied look on his face told me he was enjoying my reaction.
He leaned over and reach around me to undo my bra. His lips hovered tantalizingly near mine, and he whispered something in Russian, then switched back to English. “Maya, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. You’re like a dream.”
I grabbed his face and kissed him deeply.
Dominik slid the straps of my dress over my shoulders, and I let the fabric drop to pool at my feet. I lay back as he slowly lowered himself onto me. He kissed me, gently pushing his way inside my mouth with his tongue.
He pulled back, but before I could protest, he lowered himself, bringing his lips to my nipple, and sucked. I gasped, my back arching off the bed as he continued his erotic assault on my breast. Without conscious thought, my fingers crept into his hair to hold him to my chest.
He paused, looking at me, then returned to my lips.
I felt like I couldn’t breathe; I needed to move, to touch, to run my fingers through his thick dark hair, to stroke and suck, bite and lick, taste and feel. My hands ran along his sides, then moved up towards his neck.
His hands started exploring my breasts, teasing my nipples with the tips of long, elegant fingers. His lips trailed down my neck, sucking and licking and nipping. He grabbed my thighs, holding me tightly to his lean body as he kissed me.
He was going to devour me. He knew it, I knew it, and I wanted him to. But it didn’t seem he was taking any particular direction.
In fact, he didn’t appear to have a destination, and neither did I. We just wanted each other, to experience each other completely. To explore each other in every way possible and to savor every second together.
Finally, he pulled back to catch his breath, both of us panting. He held me closer, pressing his body against mine, whispering into my ear. “Do you trust me, Maya?”
I nodded. I didn’t care. What did trust matter right now, when what thrilled between us was mindless lust? I wanted him just as much as he wanted me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer. I felt his warm length pressing against me, causing me to moan out loud and grind my throbbing center against him. He groaned into the kiss, running his tongue up my jawline to my earlobe.
Then, he pushed his cock inside me, slowly stretching me so that I could feel every bit of him.
“Oh, fuck—” I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head. There was pain, yes, but it was mixed with a pleasure that dripped like a drug in my veins. I felt like I was about to pass out just from the feeling alone, and that was when I felt his fingers grasp my jaw possessively and pull my head down so he could look at me.
His eyes blazed with a dark greed. “My name. Say it.”
I’d never thought being ordered around like this would turn me on, but the ironclad tone of his voice made my center even wetter, coating his cock with my juices. I twitched, squeezing him even tighter, an involuntary reflex that gave away how much I enjoyed him growling at me like that.
“Shit, Maya, you’re so fucking tight.” He grunted, his fingers tightening against my jaw, spasming. “Are you a virgin?”
My breath hitched in my throat, and Dominik’s eyes sharpened on my face. Oh God, I should play it off… But he felt so good inside me, stretching me, that I could only manage a pathetic whimper.
“Please.” I moaned, trying to move, but his other hand grabbed my hip in a punishing grip and held me still.
“Answer me, Maya.” He repeated, his tone hard as steel—hard as his cock, throbbing inside me.
“Fuck, Dominik, does it matter?” I gasped out, frustrated tears stinging my eyes. “I’m not anymore, am I? Your cock is deep inside me right now, and I want you to just fuck me!”
Dominik’s lips peeled back in a feral smile; the possessive gleam in his eye should have scared me, but right then, I couldn’t care any less.
“You don’t know what you’ve done, do you?” He hissed, leaning down to take my mouth in a wild kiss, but he remained frustratingly motionless. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
I gritted my teeth, nearly sobbing with frustration. “Dominik, I want you to fuck me. Just fuck me!”
“Hm.” He hummed, a savage sound, and deeply satisfied. “If it was only a fuck you were looking for, Maya, my little mouse,” he murmured into my ear, “then you shouldn’t have given yourself to me.”
I was too far gone in lust and need to even try to understand what he meant, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
“But I’ll take you, nonetheless.” Now, there was a strange edge to his tone that raised the hairs on the back of my neck.
My wariness disappeared, though, when he started thrusting into me quickly, his balls smacking against me with each thrust, the obscene noises only serving to rachet up my excitement.
“I’ll make sure to mold this pussy for my cock, and my cock alone,” he grunted, his eyes blazing with that dark emotion that made me think of gilded cages and smothering affections. “You’re mine now.” He punctuated ‘mine’ with a particularly-angled thrust that pressed upward against a spot that had me seeing stars.
“Oh fuck!” I screamed, my eyes rolling back into my head.
“Say my name, little mouse.” Dominik’s fingers closed around my throat as he continued to fuck me—as he continued to own my pussy.
“Dominik!” I screamed obediently, unable to think about anything else; his cock kept hitting that spot, and I couldn’t control myself as my tongue dangled out of my mouth. “Oh please, please, please, please.”
He leaned down and captured my blubbering lips with his mouth. We kissed passionately, and he moved in and out of me, increasing his pace, thrusting harder and deeper. Soon, we were both panting.
That was when he pressed his palm down against my lower belly, where I could feel the outline of his cock against my stomach—and that was when I lost it.
“Dominik!” I screamed into his mouth, and he groaned, his hips slamming against my own with an urgency that spoke of his own nearing climax.
When we came, we went over the edge together, and it seemed to last forever. I felt his cock pulsating inside me before he let go. I opened my eyes and found him looking right at me, his dark green eyes drinking me in like he was committing every inch of me to memory.
Dominik buried his head in my neck and kissed me there repeatedly, his lips soft and tender on my neck and shoulders. His hand slid from behind me and traced my right breast. I closed my eyes and sighed, my arms embracing him, holding him, needing him closer.
This was just a one-night stand; I knew that—but I also wanted to hold him for a while, at least until the euphoria wore off.
Slowly, he rolled off and lay next to me. Neither of us said a word; he just moved his hand slowly up and down my thigh, giving me a light touch as he brushed the curls between my legs. My nipples stood, taut and erect, ready for him to rub them with his big hands, but he left them alone.
No. I wanted more. To that end, I put my arm around his shoulder and pulled myself up to straddle him, my heart in my throat.
He looked into my eyes with a questing smirk as he whispered, “What is it, little mouse?” His tone was amused. “You look like a deer caught in my fucking headlights, right now. Making my cock hard all over again.”
I swallowed hard, my throat working as I felt the thick ridge of his cock press against my pussy. I whimpered.
“Is that what you want?” Now, his tone dipped, becoming molten. “You want to ride me now? You certainly don’t act like a virgin, Maya.”
That last sentence made me giddy, and I laughed quietly, despite my terrible case of nerves.
“What’s funny?” he asked.
I smiled with mischief. “I’m no longer a virgin, Dominik.”
That was enough to darken his gaze again, and his fingers dug into the flesh of my hips, his cock already hardening under me.
“No. You’re mine.” He said the words with a jealousy that sent shivers over my skin, but he kissed me before I could answer.
It didn’t matter; we had no need for words.