Chapter 33 #2
He’d teach her the consequences of doing so.
Dominic released her wrists and tucked the same arm under her back. He flipped her onto her stomach. She landed with a gasp and squirmed to lift onto her knees, but he penned her nape against the mattress, preventing her from moving far.
Her soft, round derriere hovered in the air as she pressed her cheek to the bedding, glaring back at him in a fiery mix of surprise, anger, and arousal. “You asshole,” she hissed as if her own actions hadn’t led to this.
A heady little smirk quirked one corner of his mouth. “I am a man of my word, darling. Remember that the next time you wish to disobey me.”
He lifted his right hand and swooped it down over one curve of her rump.
The clap softened by the cotton of her sage-green shorts whipped through the room and wrapped tightly, blissfully around his balls. He choked down the raw groan that clambered up his throat and lifted his hand again…
But a faint, breathy chuckle caught his attention.
“Is that it?” Rayna taunted. “I can barely feel your hand on me.”
She was baiting him again. And it worked.
He snagged on to it like a frenzied, starved shark, the edges of his vision clouded with a bloodthirsty fusion of lust and humiliation.
“Is that so?” he snarled.
Her eyes danced. “I knew you couldn’t do it.”
Well…there went the last of his good sense.
With an irked growl, he tucked his fingers into the band of her shorts and underwear and tore them down her thighs to her knees. It wasn’t lost on him that she pushed her hips back, making it easier for the fabrics to glide down, but he didn’t waste time dwelling on it.
He swung his hand up. “You will think twice before doubting me again.”
Slap!
The sharp, obscene sound of skin hitting skin harmonised with Rayna’s loud, strangled gasp, her body jerking forward, her hands clutching fistfuls of the bedding. Pink blossomed so prettily under her golden skin on one plump cheek.
Arousal flooded Dominic’s head in such a rush that his eyes burned and vision swam. He gulped thickly.
That is my handprint.
He’d left a handprint on her. He’d never done that to any woman before.
It was awful. It was horrifying.
At least that’s how it should have felt.
But his dick, heart, and head pulsed in an again, again, again rhythm, and it sent his hand smacking across her other cheek. Harder.
“Fuck,” she groaned, her face scrunching in a stunning look of pleasure and pain.
Oh, his wicked woman was enjoying herself. A lot.
It didn’t shock him exactly, but maybe it surprised him the way she pushed her backside up rather than trying to edge away. Maybe it grated too that it didn’t seem like much of a consequence anymore. But fucking Neves did it excite him.
She clearly wanted more. And he desperately wanted to give it to her.
“Look at you, you dirty vixen,” he purred hoarsely.
Slap. Her jaw came apart, and he shuddered.
“You’ve gone awfully quiet.”
Slap. She whimpered, and the power it unleashed encouraged him to slip away into these new, coarser, baser instincts.
“Do you no longer wish to taunt me?” Slap. “Do you have no words to mock me with?” Slap. “Aren’t you going to try to disobey me?” Slap!
Rayna’s cries grew stifled as Dominic’s voice and spanks grew rougher.
“You drive me insane with your refusal to listen.” Slap! “You insolent little witch.” Slap! “How dare you?” Slap! “How dare you argue with me?” Slap! “How dare you try to meet Jake again?” Slap! “How dare you claim that you are not mine?”
His palm stung, but he spanked the same side of her rump in three quick successions.
“Dominic,” she shrieked, her body wound as tight as a bowstring.
He slumped forward, letting go of her neck to bury his fist in the blanket. Breathing hot and heavy, he lowered his face to the side of hers and gobbled up the sight of her.
Bloody woods, she was beautiful. Flushed and trembling and boneless. Struggling for air as bittersweet pain bowed and lifted her brows. She couldn’t keep her liquid eyes open and focused. And it was the prettiest sight he’d ever seen.
She was an otherworldly kind of erotic, and he was drugged with the fascination that getting spanked by him had done that to her.
It made him wonder if this was how treasure hunters felt when they stumbled upon a new discovery.
This scorching fever that felt more addictive than opium.
That made his pulse thrum so hard with thrill, he could have soared off the ground, and yet somehow, at the same time, he felt too weak to move.
Rayna was a treasure. His treasure.
A difficult, testy one at that too, but his to cherish and own.
“You contradict yourself, sweetheart,” he whispered, coasting the hand still trapped between them over the burning skin of her backside.
She spasmed under him with a choked whine. “Dominic.”
His lips curled, wolfish and wicked. “See, my love.” He moulded his palm to her soft flesh, harder than what must have felt comfortable, and her mouth opened wider. “You claim not to be mine, yet you lie under me, crying my name, this delightful arse tanned red by my hand.”
He slapped the side of her derriere, and she bit her lip and moaned. The feminine noise gripped his painfully hard dick and tugged, making him leak his spend in his smalls.
Oh, he needed to bury himself inside her. Pound into her. Claim her. Possess her.
Mine.
Not Jake’s. His. He needed to remind her.
With the thought domineering his actions, he skated his fingers around the shape of her rump and down between her legs.
The tangle of fabric around her knees kept her thighs close together, but gosh, there was more than enough space for him to feel how wet she was as he traced two fingers between her swollen cunt.
He groaned. She sighed, trying and failing to widen her thighs. He nudged her clit ever so teasingly before dragging his fingers back up through her sex. Her head lifted on the sound of his name, and she tucked it back into the crook of his neck.
Dominic melted around her, cradling her close, but his intentions had by no means softened.
“This too,” he purred against her temple, prodding at her fluttering hole. “Your sweet pussy is mine, darling. All mine.” A lewd squelch rose between them when he pressed over her clit and back around it. “And you cannot deny that, can you? Not when you have wept for me so.”
He hooked his middle finger inside, pushing between the soft, snug muscles, listening to her shudder out a sigh as he slowly pumped it.
Her charcoal eyes rolled when he forced in a second.
He groaned in reply as pleasure squeezed his lungs the way Rayna squeezed his hand, his erection giving an angry and envious jerk.
“You are ravenous for me, my love.” He pumped faster, his timbre dropping. “You wish for my hard cock here. Filling you the way only I can. Me. Not Jake. Me.”
He rotated his fingers inside her and angled them down, pressing roughly into her sweet spot. She began panting and grinding her hips, fighting to escape the bind of her clothes.
“Take my shorts off,” she said quickly, breathlessly. “Take them off.”
Ignoring her, he drove into her hard, down to his knuckles, torturing that same place with the pads of his blunt fingers until he had her exactly where he wanted her.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she chanted so quietly. “Dominic, I’m—I…”
She was on the verge of an orgasm. Just a few more gasps. A few more thrusts. And she—
Rayna bared the full column of her neck, trying to escape her own body, as her jaw collapsed.
And Dominic pulled his fingers out with a sloppy sound.
She shrieked. Not in pleasure. But in utter frustration.
Dark, depraved satisfaction swirled through his veins.
“No,” she snapped, throwing an angry, muddled glare up at him. “Put your fingers back in. Dominic, put them back in. Now, fucking bastard.”
He dipped his head until his cruel smirk just brushed her lips. “Cry all you want, sweetheart. But your pleasure is mine too.”
He clamped his mouth over hers and kissed her.
No, he tried to consume her. Messily. Greedy for the sweet, buttered popcorn lingering in her warm taste.
She fought him, protested her lack of orgasm with nipping teeth and a lashing tongue.
But he groaned and weighed on her, kissed her harder.
He subdued her by giving her everything, and she took until her trembling body could take no more.
She tore away, swaying as she gulped and gasped. He shook like a bloody newborn foal, barely able to see through his intoxicated haze.
His need to be inside her forced him to slide back and upright anyway. He made quick work of ripping his T-shirt off, then slid his matching pyjama bottoms and black boxers down to his knees, lacking the patience and cognitive ability to take them off completely.
Eyes on a trapped, aroused, half-naked Rayna stretched out and ready under him, Dominic clasped the thick, heavy weight of his cock in the hand coated in her wetness. A moan rumbled from deep within his throat as he dragged that tight fist up his length.
It caught her attention, and she twisted her shoulders, locking eyes with him. He didn’t dare break the contact as he spread her arousal over him and rubbed the spend dripping from his engorged tip back down.
He soaked himself in them. Wrapped himself in the scent and taste of them. Put on a show for her while he relieved and heightened the ache in his loins. Shoulders puffed, muscles quaking all down his belly and bent legs, breaths shallow and raspy. A strained whisper of her name.
Rayna’s sleepy eyes turned near bloodshot with arousal, and Dominic saw the exact moment greed and impatience made her crack.
Stretching her arms out, she pushed herself back, rump up, back low, cunt fluttering open. Soaked. Legs spread as far as she could get them, offering herself to him on the platter of her bed. Like a lovely, soft, sweet, willing meal.
“Fuck me, you asshole.” Not a plea, but a vicious demand.