Chapter Six
Myra
One Week Later
When I woke up the day after almost dying, I shut down.
I refused to speak or even get out of bed.
Luckily, no one needed to talk to me about the charges.
Dominic tried various ways to get me to talk, but I wouldn’t.
I was numb and emotionless. I refused all help and just laid in bed.
Dominic all but threatened to sedate me to be able to check my wrists, so I let him.
He took as long as he possibly could so I could get some kind of human contact.
It took me all day to let him help me in the bathroom. I got to the point where my body was about to not give me a choice, so I caved. After, I went back to laying in bed. He sat with me a lot, but after about two days, he stopped trying to make me talk. By day three, though, I willingly ate.
I was in so much pain, but I refused medication. I needed it as a reminder that I was alive. As long as I was in pain, it kept the demons away. They couldn’t drag me into the fire if I was already in my own personal hell.
Today, Dominic didn’t give me a choice but to get out of bed. I have to be in court today, so I need to find a way to talk. I’ve been considering maybe just texting him. He sat me down at his kitchen table a short while ago, and I have been watching him make me an omelet.
I decide to force myself to pick up the phone that he got me and send a text.
I feel numb. I don’t like it.
Dominic
Literally or emotionally?
Emotionally.
How can I help?
I need to feel something again. I’m not in pain now, and the darkness is creeping in. I’m scared of how far I’ll fall.
Where is your head?
Drowning in anger.
You will need to talk in court, so we need to find a way to make you feel without it hurting.
Yes…
Any ideas?
None that you are interested in.
What do you mean?
Exactly what I said.
Myra. Can you explain what you mean in more depth?
Just forget it. It’s okay. Coercion is still rape, right?
Myra. I’m not a mind reader, Blossom. I’m not going to assume and be wrong.
I already asked, and you said no. Not until I heal. I still have stitches in my arm. No means no, and I’m not about to make you feel obligated to do something out of pity for my broken brain. My problems are not your problem.
Dominic sets his phone down after reading my message and brings me a plate. “Eat, please,” he says gently. Without a word, I start eating my food. I have to go slow so I don’t strain my wrists. When I get done, I stand with my plate.
“I’ve got it,” he says. I roll my eyes at him and drop the plate on the table before turning and walking out of the kitchen. I hear him sigh, but I don’t stop. I’m so fucking angry. That’s all I feel, and I fucking hate it.
When I get back to the bedroom, I pick up the dress slacks on the bed and start trying to get myself dressed. I can’t pull them up, and it infuriates me.
“Goddamn it,” I scream and kick the pants off my leg.
Dominic gently grabs my waist and turns me to face him. “Breathe with me for a second,” he says with a calm voice.
“I’m done fucking breathing,” I yell at him. I try to push him away, but he catches my elbows before I can put pressure on my wrists. “I’m so goddamn angry, and I can’t make it stop. I didn’t fucking deserve that!”
“You didn’t,” he says simply.
“I’m so fucking tired of not being able to do anything.
I can’t even wipe my own ass. What kind of fucking life is this?
What the fuck is so wrong with me that I miss the pain?
I look like some kind of fucking monster with all of my goddamn bruises.
I’m tired of feeling hideous. I’m tired of being numb.
I’m tired of being alive. I just want to fucking be happy.
Is that so fucking hard?! All I want is you, but I feel like a fucking idiot for it.
I feel like he was fucking right, and no man would ever love me.
Why would they? What the fuck do I have to offer? I don’t know why you…”
Dominic abruptly grabs my face and kisses me, instantly making me shut up. I slowly start to relax, but all the chaos in my brain disappears when he moves his hands to my waist and pulls my body against his. He backs me up to the bed and sits me down before taking my face between his hands.
“I’m going to do something that I want to do—that you want me to do. I don’t want to hear anything unless it’s a safe word. Red for stop. Yellow for slow down,” he says firmly.
“Okay,” I sigh. He lays me back on the bed and leans down with his hand on the bed beside me and his other on my hip.
“Do not move your arms, or I will stop. I want to do this, but I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” he says softly. “I’m serious.”
“Okay,” I say with less of an attitude. He gently kisses me before pulling his shirt off my body.
My arms are down at my sides as he kisses down my chest. “Fuck,” I gasp when he gently sucks in my nipple, biting it just enough for me to feel.
He moves to the other and repeats before continuing to pepper my skin with kisses.
I am panting as he gets to my panties, slowly torturing me as he pulls them down.
“Patience, Blossom,” he says as he spreads my legs. I whine when he gently kisses above my pussy, teasing me. He chuckles and leans up to look at me. “Tell me something, Myra. Have you never gotten yourself off?” he asks.
“No,” I admit. “I… don’t know what to do.”
“Hmm,” he says with a smile.
“Please,” I whine.
“Please, what?” he asks, gently tracing his fingers up my inner thigh, making me squirm.
“Dom,” I groan.
“No, ma’am. If you want something, you ask for it. Communication is the basis of everything. Right?”
“Yeah,” I whine again.
“Tell me what you want, Myra,” he encourages.
“I want to come,” I say quietly.
“Own it, Myra. What do you want?”
“I want to come,” I say louder. “I want you to make me come.”
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, pushing two fingers into my pussy and curling them.
“Oh God!” I gasp, arching off the bed.
“Aht. Don’t move,” he warns. “Slow your breathing.”
“You’re the devil,” I complain, but comply. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing.
Three seconds in… Hold… Three seconds out.
I repeat this over and over as he slowly fucks me with his hand.
He pushes my legs further apart, and it feels like the world has stopped turning when his tongue flicks across my clit.
Warmth spreads through my body, and my pussy tightens around his fingers.
“Welcome to hell, Blossom. This is your twisted salvation,” he says before he abruptly starts sucking my clit, forcing a deep groan out of me.
“Oh, dear God,” I moan. I pull my legs up so that my feet are flat on the bed and lift my hips.
I gasp loudly when he nips my clit with his teeth, warning me to stop moving.
As long as I am still, he continues to suck hard and fuck me with his fingers.
He adds another finger and pushes deeper, and I am nearly in tears from how amazing this feels.
I can feel it building in my belly, and it’s as though my soul recognizes it.
It’s building slowly, and it almost feels intentional the way he pulls it forward.
I start to lose focus on my breathing, and it gets hard to stay still.
“Fuck,” I groan before forcing myself to slow down.
If I move, he stops. I don’t want him to stop.
I start counting in my head. Three seconds in, hold, and three seconds out.
I focus on slowing my breathing and staying calm.
When it finally crests, I moan, and my body arches involuntarily.
I can’t think or form words. My mind is silent, and for the first time, I have found peace without pain.
I can see outside of my panic for the first time ever.
Dominic suddenly grabs hold of my ass and swiftly rolls us.
He wraps his arms around my thighs so that I am sitting on his face as he continues to eat my pussy, sucking hard.
I rest my arms on my thighs, and I feel free.
So long as I keep my hands where they are resting on his arms that are tightly banded around my thighs, I am free to move the rest of my body.
“Oh God, Dom,” I moan. “God, please. Please don’t stop.”
The next orgasm hits me quicker and more violently, but he doesn’t stop.
He keeps forcing them out of me, one by one.
He is holding true to his promise and not stopping.
Soon, I am in tears from the intensity of each orgasm.
My head is tipped back, and my eyes are rolled.
My belly is starting to hurt from how each wave tightens my core.
“I can’t,” I moan through my tears. When another orgasm starts to spill over, my entire body tightens. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Dominic! Oh, wait. Oh, my God.”
When it breaks free, Dominic growls against my pussy as he drinks from me. My arousal floods from my pussy, soaking both of us and the bed. “Yellow! Red! Fuck, I don’t know. Hold on. God, please stop for a second,” I yell.
Dominic rolls me, pulling my arms above my head and straddling my body.
He looks like he is about to fuck the life out of me, and I want it.
I want it more than I have ever wanted anything.
I am panting, trying to catch my breath.
I hold my breath for a second before taking a deep breath to slow myself down.
“Please, for the love of all that is holy… Fuck me,” I say matter-of-factly.
“I am in no shape to be kind about it, Blossom. I want you to be very sure of what you are asking.
“That look on your face,” I say. “I see it. I see what you want, and I want it. I can’t put into words what it is, but I need it.”
“Sweet girl, you are not on birth control, and I don’t have condoms,” he says. I bring my hands to his face and gently cup his cheeks.