Chapter NINE
DomINIC
A heavy clink of iron echoed through the cramped room, followed by the metallic rattle of the chain dragging against the floor. Summer stood up.
For a split second, a wave of sheer, unadulterated panic washed over me.
I sat there, handcuffed to a hot radiator pipe, suddenly realizing I hadn’t completely thought this through.
What the hell was I doing? I was about to pleasure a woman while completely immobilized in a mafia stronghold.
What if they suddenly burst through that door?
What if the guards walked in on a giant, naked, bruised wildlife ranger with his face buried directly between a girl’s legs?
Jesus Christ, I had completely lost my mind.
I couldn’t even comprehend how I had let myself make this offer.
But then I looked up, and my eyes met hers.
Seeing the lingering trace of tears in her eyes and the sheer, raw vulnerability on her face made every doubt instantly evaporate.
I just felt this overwhelming, deep urge that I had to do something.
I needed to make her final hours better, to give her something beautiful.
She began to step toward me, and I saw a total shift in her determination. This wasn’t the frantic, chaotic defiance she had when she was fighting me in the snow, shattering my knee, or tearing into my ear. This was an entirely different kind of woman standing before me.
With every slow, hesitant step she took closer, the faint light perfectly traced the contours of her body.
Her breasts were absolutely flawless, and as she stood directly in front of me, the soft shadow between her thighs revealed the incredibly neat, perfect view of her pussy.
I had never seen anything so arousing in my entire life.
She took one final step, stopping inches from my face. She looked down at me, her gaze wide, innocent, and completely breathless.
“Is… is this what you meant?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
I swallowed hard, my throat completely dry. “Something like that, yeah.”
“And… what happens now?”
“You need to try to step your feet a little wider apart,” I rasped out.
She tried to move her feet, but the iron chain on her ankle pulled tight, clanking loudly.
It wasn’t long enough. To make it work, I had to violently shift my own body along the floor, dragging myself closer.
With my hands cuffed behind my back and a rock-hard, massive erection straining painfully against my lower abdomen, moving was incredibly awkward, stiff, and uncomfortable.
But the exact moment I managed to position myself and the intoxicating, natural scent of her skin hit my senses, every ounce of discomfort instantly vanished.
All my rational thoughts blew right out of my head.
Only one realization remained, pulsing through my veins: My God, her body is completely irresistible.
Summer subtly shifted, bringing her beautiful pussy even closer to my face, stretching the chain to its absolute limit to open up her thighs. She gave me flawless, perfect access to her most sensitive, hidden part.
I didn’t waste another second. I leaned forward and buried my tongue deep into her.
I started incredibly slow, teasing her clit with light, agonizingly careful strokes, keeping my eyes locked on her to see exactly how her body would react.
Summer kept her eyes fixed down on me, her breath hitching instantly.
With her hands bound tight behind her back, her shoulders were thrown back, pushing her gorgeous breasts forward into full display.
It was a breathtaking, intoxicating sight.
I kept my tongue moving, tracing the sensitive folds of her skin, and as the heat between us skyrocketed, I knew it was only a matter of seconds before the sheer pleasure of tasting her would drive me completely over the edge.
The next second, a loud, breathless moan escaped her lips, her knees buckling slightly.
“Oh my god… Dom… I’ve never felt anything like this before…”
Hearing her voice break like that was pure gasoline on the fire.
I knew I couldn’t stop, not even for a second, and I certainly wasn’t going to break the spell by asking her questions.
If my hands weren’t pinned behind my back, I would have buried my fingers deep inside her wet heat to show her just how many layers of pleasure her body was capable of experiencing.
God, I wanted nothing more than to lift her up, bury my dick in her, and fuck her with everything I’ve got.
But as things stood, that was never going to happen.
I pressed deeper, my tongue working with a harder, more urgent rhythm.
Summer’s hips began to move instinctively, swaying in time with my tongue, pushing herself harder against my mouth.
I could feel the first waves of tremors rippling through her thighs, her breathing turning into ragged, shallow gasps.
“Dom… oh my god, I… I don’t know what’s happening to me,” she cried out, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and pure bliss. “It feels so strange…”
I paused for a fraction of a second, pulling back just enough to look up. “Let it happen, Summer,” I growled, my voice rough and laced with heavy arousal. “Don’t fight it. Don’t try to control it. I’ve got you. I’ll make you come, I promise.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and threw her head back, her neck arching elegantly.
I leaned back in and took her swollen clitoris directly into my mouth, sucking on her softly before increasing the pressure.
She was completely drenched now, soaking wet, her sweet essence slicking my lips and chin.
I had never craved anything more in my life than to feel that wetness smeared all over my own skin, but my chains kept me trapped.
I stepped up the suction, flicking my tongue rapidly against her peak. Her entire body began to violently shudder. She was twitching against my face.
“Dom… more… please, don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she shrieked.
My own chest was heaving, my breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps as the sheer friction and tight intimacy of the moment pushed me past the point of no return.
Summer gave one final, violent jolt, letting out a loud scream as her muscles clamped down, her climax pulsing hard and fast, coming directly on my face.
The sheer sensation of her nectar right on my mouth tore away my last shred of control.
A heavy groan ripped from my throat as my own body buckled.
Without a single touch, driven purely by the sight, sound, and taste of her first orgasm, I blew.
Thick, heavy ropes of semen erupted from me, covering my own stomach and splashing blindly in the dark, leaving me completely spent and trembling against the hot radiator pipes.