Chapter Sixteen
Dominic
The private island off the coast of St. Lucia didn't have a name on the maps, but in my world, it was known as The Sanctuary.
I bought it three years ago—a jagged piece of paradise surrounded by water so blue it looked like it was glowing from underneath.
The villa sat on the highest point, a sprawling structure of bleached stone and glass that opened up to the trade winds.
No guards were visible—they were tucked away in a high-tech hub on the north side of the island—leaving nothing but the sound of the waves and the rustle of the palms for my wife and me.
I stood on the deck as the sun began its final descent, the sky bleeding into shades of deep amber and violet.
I swapped the wedding tuxedo for a pair of white linen trousers and left my chest bare, the salt air cooling the dark ink that covered my skin.
I was focused, more focused than I'd ever been for a shipment or a sit-down.
Tonight wasn't about work; it was about the girl inside, the one who had kept a part of herself sacred in a world that usually tore beauty apart.
I walked into the primary suite, where the glass walls had been slid back to let the ocean breeze flow through.
I'd gone all out. The floor was a sea of white silk cushions and scattered hibiscus petals.
A hundred candles flickered in hurricane lanterns, their golden light dancing against the dark wood of the ceiling.
In the center of the room sat a low table with chilled vintage champagne and a bowl of exotic fruit.
However, the real centerpiece was the oversized bed, draped in Egyptian cotton and positioned to face the moonlit horizon.
Donny stepped out of the dressing room, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe.
She was wearing a sheer, floor-length cream-colored silk robe, her ginger curls cascading over her shoulders in wild, soft waves.
The candlelight caught the diamonds in her ears and the gold band on her finger, but it was the look in her eyes that got to me.
There was a mix of nerves and a deep, soul-level trust that made me feel more like a king than any crown ever could.
"Dominic," she whispered, her voice a soft melody against the sound of the tide. "It's… it's like a dream in here."
I walked toward her, my bare feet silent on the stone floor. I didn't stop until I was right in her space, my height casting a shadow that she leaned into rather than away from. I reached out, my large, tattooed hand cupping her jaw as I tilted her face up to mine.
"I told you I was gonna make it special, Donny Rae," I murmured, my voice dropping into that low, gravelly register. "You gave me your heart, your loyalty, and your name. Tonight, I want you to give me your peace. I ain't the boss or the menace tonight; I'm just your husband."
I leaned down, my lips grazing hers in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and full of the patience I'd been practicing for months.
I felt her shiver, her hands coming up to rest against my bare chest, her fingers tracing the ink over my heart.
I led her to the center of the room, pouring two glasses of champagne, but she barely touched hers.
Her eyes were fixed on mine, searching for the reassurance she needed.
"I'm scared I won't know what to do," she admitted, her voice trembling just a fraction. "I want to be perfect for you, Dominic."
I set the glasses down and took both of her hands in mine. "Baby, look at me. You've been perfect since the day I found you. You don't have to 'do' anything but be here with me. We move at your speed. If you tell me to stop, the world stops. You're the one in control tonight."
I reached for the silk tie of her robe, my fingers steady as I slowly undid the knot.
The silk slid off Donny's shoulders like water, hitting the floor in a soft heap.
I took a moment just to worship her with my eyes: the soft curves, her caramel skin against the dark mahogany of mine, the way she looked like she'd been sculpted from light.
I picked her up, her thick frame feeling weightless against my chest, and carried her to the bed.
I laid her down among the silk sheets, the moonlight spilling over us as I joined her.
I took my time, my hands exploring every inch of her.
I kissed the pulse point at her neck, the hollow of her throat, and the soft skin of her stomach, listening to the way her breath hitched, and her heart began to race.
"Dominic," she breathed, her fingers tangling in the hair of my beard, pulling me closer.
"I got you, Donny," I whispered against her skin. "I'm right here."
I was gentle—more gentle than I'd ever been with anything in my life.
I used my strength to shield her, to hold her steady as I led her through the threshold she'd been guarding for so long.
When the moment finally came, I watched her face, seeing the slight wince of pain melt into a look of profound, beautiful realization.
I stayed still, letting her adjust to the weight of me, my forehead pressed against hers.
"You, okay?" I managed to grit out, my own body screaming for release, but my mind stayed locked on her.
"Yes," she gasped, her eyes fluttering open, filled with a heat I'd never seen before. "Don't stop, Dominic. Please… don't stop."
The silk of the sheets whispered beneath Donny's back as I laid her across the vast bed.
Moonlight streamed through the open balcony doors, painting her skin in silver and shadow.
I hovered over her, one arm braced beside her head, the other tracing a slow path down her side—from the curve of her hip to the swell of her thigh.
She was trembling. I could feel it beneath my fingertips, that fine vibration of nerves and anticipation.
"You're trembling," I murmured, my voice low, meant to soothe and to command.
"I'm nervous," she admitted, her breath catching as my fingers slipped higher, brushing the damp heat already gathering between her legs. "I've never… I mean, you know I haven't."
"I know, baby." My lips found her neck, teeth grazing gently before my tongue soothed the spot. "But I've got you. You trust me?"
"With everything." Her voice was soft, certain. "I've been waiting for this, for you."
I pulled back, my dark eyes locking onto hers. "Then let me make you feel good, baby, and again, at any time you wanna stop, just tell me. It's okay."
I rolled off the bed, standing at its edge, and hooked my fingers into the waistband of my boxers. I let them fall, my dick springing free—thick, hard, the head already glistening. Donny's eyes went wide, her mouth parting slightly as she took in the sight of me.
I smirked at her reaction, watching the way her gaze traced every inch of me as I stood before her. "See something you like?"
"Oh my god, Dominic…" She bit her lower lip; her eyes fixed on me. "It's… it's so big. Are you sure it's gonna fit?"
"You can handle it," I reassured her as I climbed back onto the mattress, not touching her yet just kneeling between her spread thighs. "But first, I need to taste you."
"Please," she breathed, already arching toward me, "I've been thinking about your mouth on me all day. I couldn't focus on anything else."
I bent down, my hands gripping her knees and pushing them wider. She gasped as my mouth found her center—no teasing, no preamble. My tongue dragged up through her folds, flat and firm, collecting her wetness as if it were something sacred. I then sealed my lips around her clit and sucked.
"Fuck, Dominic!" Her back arched, her fingers fisting the sheets. "Yes, right there, don't stop!"
I pulled back just long enough to growl, "That's it, good girl. Let me hear you. Get as loud as you want, mama."
"Oh god, I didn't know it could feel like this," she whimpered, her hips grinding against my face. "Your tongue… fuck, Dominic, I'm gonna cum."
My tongue dipped lower, circling her entrance before sliding inside. She was soaked, ready, her hips bucking against my face as I ate her like a man starved. My nose pressed against her clit while my tongue fucked her in slow, deliberate strokes, drinking down every drop of her arousal.
"Oh god, please! I'm so close, please don't stop!"
I pulled away, my chin glistening with her, and flipped her onto her stomach in one smooth motion. Before she could catch her breath, my palm cracked against her ass cheek, sharp and loud, stinging through the quiet room.
"Ah!" she gasped, her body jolting.
"You taste so fucking good, mama," I husked, my voice dropping into something darker. I rubbed the reddening spot, soothing the burn. "You've been a good girl tonight, haven't you?"
Donny nodded into the pillow, her body humming beneath me. "Mhm… oh shit," was all she could get out.
"Use your words."
"Yes, Dominic. I've been good," her voice was muffled but clear. "I've been waiting so patiently. Thinking about this every night in my bed."
Another slap, this one on the other cheek, and she cried out again, her knees buckling beneath her. The sound of my palm meeting her flesh echoed off the walls.
"Good girls get rewarded." My hands spread her cheeks apart, exposing her completely. "And I'm not done tasting you."
"Dominic, that's… oh god, fuck, baby, damn."
My mouth descended on her, my tongue circling the tight ring of muscle before pressing inside. She screamed into the pillow as I ate her out from behind, alternating between her pussy and her ass, my beard rough against her sensitive skin.
"Fuck, Dominic, I can feel your tongue everywhere," she moaned, her voice shaking. "Nobody's ever… I didn't know—"
"You taste like heaven," I muttered against her, my fingers replacing my tongue, sliding one then two into her dripping cunt while I continued lapping at her ass. "Your body was made for this, Donny—made for me."
"Dominic, I need… please, I need…" Her voice broke into a sob of need. "I need you inside me. I can't wait anymore."