Chapter 5 #7
“Sometimes a bitch needs to learn her place,” he growls in my ear as he presses his groin against my ass.
“Stop!” I manage to scream before he covers my mouth. He pulls me back from the wall before turning us toward the couch. My body finally lets me move and I start thrashing under his grip, trying to get free before he can get me on the couch.
I drop all of my weight suddenly and he loses his grip on me. I know I can’t run without him grabbing me again so I scream as loud as I can. “Dominic!”
It’s not even three seconds later he grabs me by the hair and drags me toward the couch. A few seconds later, I hear Dominic at the door. “Luna!” He calls out. Chase lets go of me immediately and runs for the fire escape.
Dominic gets the door open after a few kicks and I’ve already backed myself in a corner and slid down the wall to sit. “What happened? What’s wrong?”
“Ch-chase. He went to the fire escape,” I stutter. “He t-tried to… H-He was going to…”
“Shhh. You’re okay,” Dominic says as he scoops me up into his arms. He takes a few steps back before sitting on the couch with me in his lap. I bury my face and tears spill out of me. He holds me tightly and rubs my back until my breathing evens out and I calm down.
“Who is Chase?” he asks me.
“My old boss,” I say as I pull away and wipe my face.
“A few days before the surgery, I went to his boss about him, making me feel uncomfortable over chat when he kept asking me out and then ended up sending me a message with a picture of his dick. He’s under contract so they can’t fire him and apparently, it’s not a violation of his contract or whatever.
They put someone else on and blocked him from seeing any of my information or contacting me.
Apparently, he knew my address already. I was just looking in the boxes to make sure I had my work stuff, and he came in.
He said that I got him written up… I told him to leave, but he wouldn’t.
I told him to get out again and I pointed towards the door.
He grabbed my wrist and slammed me against the wall. ”
“What else?” he asks when I stop.
“I… I tried to scream at him to stop. He covered my mouth and then he was trying to move me towards the couch, I panicked. I managed to slip out and that’s when I screamed for you. He tried again to get me to the couch until he heard you at the door.”
“Are your cameras still working?” he asks, gesturing to the security camera, I have in the corner of the room.
I nod and he cups my cheek. “Let’s stop for tonight and just go relax.
We can pull the footage for what happened, and I’ll get it to the police to make a statement to them they should be able to pick him up if you have it on camera.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and go to the app. Once I’m there, I navigate through today’s activities. It takes me a second to fast-forward all the way to a few seconds before he walked in. Make sure that I’m screen recording so that I can get a copy of it.
Chase stood at the door and watched me for a solid 30 seconds before he ever stepped in. Dominic watches the video with me. You can hear the panic in my voice as I’m telling him to get out. I stopped at recording when Dominic scoops me up into his arms.”
“Come on,” he says softly. “Let’s go home.”
I nod and we stand to go to his apartment. Before we leave, Dominic goes through to make sure all the windows are locked. The window leading to the fire escape is wide open from where Chase rushed out.
We spent a few hours talking to the police and showing them the video.
I explained my history with him, and how my job was trying to keep him away from me as best they could.
They ensured they would have a warrant issued for his arrest and they would call me as soon as they picked him up.
We hadn't been settled in for more than an hour when the cop called me and told me that he was found outside the apartment building.
I decided to take a shower and relax before Dominic and I laid down to watch a movie.
I think he senses that I don’t want to be alone because he’s insistent that I stay with him in his room.
I think it’s cute that he goes over. Explain his reason even though I never said no or gave any indication that I was going to he’s nervous that I will take offense to it.
I am on my side but still watching TV. Dominic is lying behind me with his hand resting on my hip.
After a while, he shifts and moves his hand under the blanket to rest on my bare hip.
The warmth of his skin does something to my brain because I instantly scoot back against his body.
He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me back, pressing his erection into me.
“Fuck,” I hiss when I feel how fucking massive he is. The way I want this man to destroy me is unreal.
“Sorry,” he mutters. “I…” he thinks again that he’s offended me somehow so to shut him up, I press my ass against him again, making him groan.
“Stop apologizing. I know how to say no and all I’m screaming is yes at you,” I say.
“I just don’t wan…”
“I have a voice,” I interrupt him. “Would you like for me to be blunt?”
“Please,” he chuckles. I roll to face him and smile.
“If you don’t fuck me tonight, I’m going to have to get myself off, no matter if you are here or not,” I say. “I’ll tell you if you cross a line.”
He finally gets the picture because he kisses me hard before rolling us so he can settle between my legs. I gasp when he presses his pelvis against mine. “What’s wrong, princess?” he asks with a devious grin.
“Fuck, you’re huge, Dom,” I say. “There’s no way I can take you.”
“Oh… but you will,” he says as he grabs hold of my lacy underwear and rips them off of me.
He sits back and slips out of his boxers, revealing his cock.
My eyes go wide, and I instinctively sit up and go to move away.
He promptly grabs my hips and pulls me back down before pulling my wrists above my head and pinning me. “Safeword, Luna?”
“How about “Ow, fuck that hurts.” or “Please stop. I’m dying.” Either of those work?
” I ask with an attitude. I’m not sure why I am suddenly being shitty to him.
I don’t want him to stop but I do think he is about to absolutely destroy my pussy.
He is at least ten inches in length, and it would take both hands to wrap him entirely. He could put a Pringles can to shame.
“Drama queen,” he laughs. “Safe word? I’m serious.”
“Fine,” I huff. “Just… Red. I guess.”
“Do you trust me?” he asks as he brings himself down with his forearms to either side of me.
“Yes,” I say with a shaky voice.
“Relax, princess. I’ve got you,” he says softly before kissing me. After a second, I relax and bring my hands to his face.
He pushes the head of his cock against me and I whimper. Once I relax again, he slowly pushes into me, stretching me wide to accommodate his girth. He is grinding against my piercing and it’s making me contract around him, I break our kiss as my eyes roll back and I arch against his chest.
“Fuck,” he moans.
“Dear God, that hurts,” I whine.
“You can take it, princess. You’re doing so good,” he says against my lips. I am nearly panting and I have a tight grip on his biceps. When he starts to pull out, I relax. He pushes deeper and I get more and more comfortable with his size, letting pleasure take over.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I whimper. He quickens his movements and I dig my nails into his arms. “Oh god! Oh my god. Fuck, you’re too big!”
He starts pounding into me harder and harder.
My body can’t decide if it’s in pain or not, but it doesn’t stop the flood of orgasms. I can’t tell the difference between the build and fall of them.
I’m in a constant state of moaning but begging him to slow down so I can breathe.
He abruptly stops and flips me to my belly before pulling me up to my knees while I keep my face buried in my arms.
"You're going to take my cock like a good little whore. This is my tight little cunt to destroy,” he growls. “Scream for me, Princess."
He tightens his grip on me before he slams into my already abused pussy and starts to fuck me so hard that I see stars.
I can’t form words or sounds past the inhuman-like noises that he’s forcing out of me.
My thighs start to violently shake from the brute force of his thrusts and his tight hold on my waist is the only thing keeping me upright.
He is relentless and offers me no reprieve as he rails me into his bed.
Even if I wanted to say that safe word, there is no way I’d be able to form the words.
His name is the only thing I can manage.
“Dom,” I moan helplessly. I cry out his name over and over as something new builds in me.
The pressure is immense but the moment it releases, my entire body goes rigid, and I clench around his cock as my arousal floods out of me.
An animalistic groan comes with it, and I drag him down into his own release where he offers me a few final punishing thrusts before pushing deep as he comes.
When he lets me move to lie flat on the bed I am completely disassociated and floating through subspace.
I hardly realize that he has cleaned us and the bed up until he lays beside me and rolls me to my side so he can pull me to his chest. I groan and wrap my arms around his middle, burying my face in his chest. “Tell Harper I want white roses at my funeral. I think I’m dead,” I mumble.
Six Months Later
The last six months with Dominic have been amazing. After the night we first had sex, we had a conversation about if we wanted this to be a real relationship. I told him that I couldn’t imagine my life without him in it now. He agreed. It was that simple, we decided that we were a couple.
When he said he would take care of me, he truly meant it.
He is the sweetest man I have ever met. Everything he does, he considers me.
I am naturally that way, but he shows his love for me in everything he does.
From how he wakes me with a kiss before he leaves, to how he texts me often when he is on call at the hospital.
When Chase was arrested, I was given his position, so I moved to actually work in the office. I am two blocks from the hospital and four from Dominic’s office, so I spend my lunches with him unless he is in surgery.
I had to find a new gynecologist, but I let him decide where since these were his colleagues.
He ultimately ended up choosing his best friend, David.
He trusted him and knew that he would give me the same care that he would.
My pain has disappeared, but I have to have regular checks to make sure that things aren’t getting bad again.
My period cramps are still killer, but birth control keeps that at bay for the most part.
David is the one who assisted during my surgery, so he is aware of how severe things were.
My dad absolutely adores Dominic and Harper does too. It’s hard to impress those two but Dominic does it with ease.
Dominic fucks like a monster and is aggressively dominant in bed, but it’s also the best sex of my life.
We don’t go more than a day without sex unless he is on call multiple days in a row.
Even then, he has snuck me into the on-call room to fuck me.
I am certain that my cervix stays bruised because I refuse to let him try and take my ass yet.
We’ve been working up to it with toys and I know one day I’ll let him, I’m just afraid of getting torn in half.
Today we moved into our new home. I haven’t seen the inside since the movers got everything inside. Dominic took me to work today so I couldn’t sneak home and look. He said he wanted it to be a surprise. I am pretty sure he’s up to something, but I can’t ever tell with him.
We pull into the driveway, and he comes around to open my door. “Welcome home, Luna,” he says as he takes my hand. He leads me inside and lets go so I can explore. Everything is elegantly decorated. It has a cozy minimalist feel, which fits both of us.
“Everything is gorgeous, Dom. I love it,” I say as I walk back into the living room. I stop dead in my tracks when I see him set a vase of white roses on the coffee table before picking up a small box in the shape of a coffin.
“Come here, Princess,” he says sweetly.
“Dominic,” I whisper.
“Come here,” he says again, pointing to the floor in front of him.
I walk over to him and stand where he wants me.
When he goes down on one knee, I cover my mouth and tear up.
“Luna, you are the love of my life. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew one day we’d be here.
I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life loving you the way you deserve to be loved… Luna, will you marry me?”
He opens the little box and reveals a black diamond ring with a rose gold band.
I nod with tears rolling down my cheeks before wrapping my arms around his neck.
When he stands, he picks me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist. I grab his face and kiss him hard.
When he lays me on my back on the couch, he stays between my legs.
“Welcome to the afterlife, baby,” he says with a grin.
“You are such a smartass,” I laugh and pull him down to kiss again.