Chapter 6 - Eunice
Eunice
ONE SECOND, MY body was pliant, boneless, shuddering. The next, every muscle seized up like I’d been dunked in ice water.
“Hello?” a woman’s voice called, and my lungs stopped working.
The voice was right there, just on the other side of the door, close enough that she’d probably heard everything.
My eyes flew to Dom in the reflection. He was already staring back.
For a heartbeat, I expected him to share my panic, to pull out and help me scramble into my clothes. But instead, the corner of his mouth hooked upward. Then, he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back hard enough to make my vision blur.
“I think she wants to hear you, baby.”
Before I could even process what he said, he dragged himself out again, and whirled me around so my back was against the cold tiles.
I blinked up at him, disoriented. My jeans and panties were still tangled around one ankle until his foot hooked them, stripping them away in one kick.
Then he sank to his knees, pressing his face to my stomach, right over my navel, breathing me in.
“What are you…” I said, but the question died when he started nudging my knees apart, forcing them wider with his shoulders.
“Open.” His voice was a low command that my body obeyed without thought. Then, as if I weighed nothing, his hands slid under my thighs, and he stood, hauling me into the air.
I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders for balance. My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. He repositioned me easily, my legs hooking over each of his forearms, gravity tilting my hips forward and exposing everything I had to the cool air and his dark, hungry eyes.
Oh God.
My face burned so hot it was a miracle the room didn’t catch fire. This position was the worst, the most humiliating thing I could imagine. Now I was pinned against the wall, completely open, with nowhere to hide and no way to close my legs or cover myself or pretend this wasn’t happening.
“Look at you,” he growled, his eyes fixed on the slick mess between my legs. “Dripping for me.”
The thick, bruised-purple head of his cock bobbed inches away from where I was aching and empty, and my muscles fluttered in anticipation. My breath came in shallow gasps.
Please stop looking and just do it already!
But rather than push inside and end this torment, he pressed the wet crown of his cock against the swollen entrance—just a tiny nudge, barely any pressure at all, but it made my whole body clench with want.
Then he began to drag through my folds.
Slow.
Torturous.
His entire length slid through my slickness, coating himself, painting himself with me.
The sound it made was obscene… a wet, sticky drag, like pulling something heavy through mud.
He drew random patterns over my slit, slow and maddening, each pass ending with a heavy slap of his cock-head against my clit. My hips jerked involuntarily.
Drag. Slap. Drag.
Again and again, building a rhythm that was driving me out of my mind.
My whole body shuddered, and I screwed my eyes shut to control my breathing.
But the darkness only made it worse, made me hyperaware of every sensation.
I could feel every inch, the texture of the thick veins ridging his shaft, the obscene heat radiating from him, the way the blunt head caught on my clit with each upward stroke.
A sob built in my throat. My hips bucked forward, trying to catch him, trying to angle myself so he’d slip inside and end this torture.
I was desperate for him to just thrust it in already, to ram himself deep and fill the aching emptiness.
But he wouldn’t. He just kept dragging himself through my desperation, teasing me to almost insanity.
“Please,” I whispered, the word barely audible even to myself.
If he won’t give it to me, then fine. But please slap my clit harder. Stop dragging everywhere else and just focus there. Give me something.
“You want it?” His voice was a low growl. “Grab it, guide me in.”
My hands moved before my brain could catch up, wrapping around his thick, wet, scalding cock that felt impossibly hard in my grip. With shaking fingers and nervous breaths that I couldn’t quite control, I guided the head to my opening.
“Hello? Do you need any help there?” The woman’s voice called again, and I could hear the concern turning to suspicion.
My heart thundered, adrenaline spiking through the lust still fogging my brain.
“Answer her,” Dom ordered, his voice low and commanding. Then he thrust upward hard, filling me in one brutal stroke.
“Ahhh… I-I’m fine,” I choked out, the words barely coherent. “Just... just a minute.”
I heard a slight pause, could practically feel her hesitation through the door, before footsteps retreated down the hallway. A cheery Christmas carol drifted in from outside.
She knows, shame whispered. She absolutely knows what you’re doing in here.
On the other side of the door, families were likely tapping their feet, waiting for burgers and fries. But in here, I was getting railed mercilessly by this stranger.
Jingle bells, jingle bells…
The song played. Dom’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “You hear that? I bet this swollen clit will ring like a bell if I use my cock as a clapper and smack this until you squirt all over. Should we find out?”
My face burned with embarrassment, and I was sure I was glowing. His words were so graphic and filthy. But my hips wiggled anyway, answering him without a word.
Oh what fun it is to ride…
“Or you just want me to ride?” He withdrew slowly, my inner walls clinging to his retreat, until just the thick crown of his cock was plugged inside, stretching my entrance. Then with a guttural growl, he slammed back in, ramming so deep he bottomed out against my cervix. “Is this more fun?”
In a one-horse open sleigh...
“You’re my sleigh, baby, wide fucking open for me.” His voice was rough, breathless with exertion. “And I’m the only horse you’ll ever ride. You feel your horse working hard?”
Laughing all the way...
“But we’re not laughing, are we?” Dom continued, his voice ragged with each thrust. “No, you’re gonna be screaming. Screaming my name all the way while I empty my balls and pump you full.”
And he wasn’t wrong about that. Another thrust hit that deep, aching spot inside, and my vision went white. I clamped my palm over my mouth, trying to swallow the sob tearing its way up my throat. The pressure was building impossibly fast, a runaway train I couldn’t stop.
I’m a lawyer; you’re just an admin assistant—
The voice tried to claw its way back into my head, but Dom slammed even harder, and the cruel words disappeared into white noise and bells and the wet slap of our bodies meeting over and over.
“Who’s inside you? Say my fucking name.”
“Dom! Dom!” I sobbed against my palm, the name ripping from my throat like a confession, like a prayer, like the only word that mattered anymore.
“That’s right.” He bit down on my neck, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to make my vision explode. “Now come for me. Show me how my little sleigh breaks apart.”
My body convulsed without warning, another climax tearing through with shocking speed. My core clamped down on him hard, a series of involuntary spasms milking his length, and then I felt it—the hot liquid gushing from me, running down his jeans in a flood I couldn’t control.
“F-FUCK,” he roared, the sound less human and more animal. His rhythm broke completely, his hips jack hammering, chasing my spasms.
“Let it out. Give-it to-me, I’m gonna breed you right here on this floor! I’m gonna, ahh d-damn it!” he growled, his own release tearing him through. I felt the hot jet of his seed bathing my insides, spraying, filling me up.
He shuddered violently, a deep, primal groan ripping from his chest, before collapsing down on me as all his strength gave out.
For a long while, he held me there. Still inside me, his release warm and dripping where our bodies met. His forehead pressed against mine, and I felt every harsh, rattling breath he took.
“No more,” he panted, lifting his head to meet my eyes. “Don’t let that bastard in your head again. You don’t give him that power. Not anymore.”