Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Alicia
Hooded dark eyes stare down at me, paired with a confident, flirtatious smirk that has my stomach bottoming out while I try to get my bearings, still half asleep and convinced I'm having some fucked up lucid dream.
"Are you going to try and deny you want me, Alicia?" he drawls, moving his hand between my legs, fingers brushing against my clit, and swiping easily through my arousal.
Narrowing my eyes at him, I keep my thighs clamped shut, restricting his movements, even though the devilish voice in my head is begging me to open them so he can continue.
"Get off of me," I spit, grabbing his wrist and tugging at his arm, trying to remove it from my body.
He smiles smugly at me, wedging his hand deeper between my thighs until his fingers rest against my embarrassingly sopping wet core while he continues stroking his dick with his other hand, getting himself worked up.
He lifts his knee onto the edge of the bed, and I bend my legs up, wanting to have as little contact between our bodies as possible, but my movement only causes the tips of his fingers to dip inside of me, and an involuntary moan slips past my lips.
His eyes light up at the sound, and he moves his other knee so his body hovers over mine.
I can feel the warmth spilling from him, and my muscles begin to loosen as I breathe in his intoxicating, musky scent with each heaving, shaky breath.
"Admit you want this," he says, his eyes drilling into mine.
His fingers twitch, and his thumb nestles against my throbbing clit, but I hold his stare, determined not to give away how much he is truly affecting me right now.
"No."
My voice is shaky and breathless, and I regret answering him when he chuckles at my reply.
He glances down, and my eyes follow until they land on his dick, watching as he pumps his hand up and down his shaft, squeezing gently every time his fingers reach the tip.
When I see a shimmer of wetness surrounding the head of his cock, my tongue unwillingly darts out of my mouth, licking my lips.
"Your actions say different to your words, little viper."
The nickname he's appointed me has my heart fluttering in my chest, and my stomach clenching even tighter as I allow my thighs to open the barest bit, subtly giving him more space to move his hand as he pleases.
Although I thought I was being discreet, he catches the movement immediately, and his smile turns sinful as he plunges a finger inside of me, his thumb pressing firmly against my clit. I scream from the unexpected intrusion, and the pleasure that ripples through my body.
He hums, watching my body squirm beneath him as he thrusts his finger inside of me at the same pace as his hand is moving along his dick.
Tipping my head back on the pillow, I close my eyes tightly as I allow my thighs to drop open, too embarrassed to see the victorious glint I know he'll have in his eyes from my move.
"Admitting defeat already?" he asks, slipping another finger inside of me.
A shuddering breath escapes me as my toes dig into the mattress beneath me, and I lift my hips.
"I hate you," I bite out, snapping my eyes back open to glare at him.
He kisses his teeth, curling his fingers inside of me and hitting the spot that almost has me falling over the edge, but he snatches his hand away from me and out of my shorts.
My eyes widen in alarm, thinking he's going to leave me here, wound up and without release, but then I watch with hungry eyes as he wraps his soaked hand around his dick, replacing his other one.
I watch in awe as the big, broody man kneels on the bed beside me with his trousers tightly banded around his upper thighs, vigorously swiping his hand along his dick, spreading me all over him, his head tipped back and loud groans pouring out of him.
I've never seen a sight so beautiful.
My thighs rub together, trying and failing to create friction against my clit as I watch him continue to bring himself closer to the edge.
As if he knows what I'm doing, he blinks his eyes back open, moves to the centre of the bed, and reaches for the band of my shorts with his free hand, yanking them down my hips and my legs, throwing them carelessly behind him. He lifts my left leg, curling it over his shoulder.
"I don't want you," I tell him, even as I lift my other leg over his other shoulder and dig the heels of my feet into his back to push him closer to me.
He scoffs, moving further up the bed until my thighs are planted on either side of his face, his beard roughly brushing against my skin. His breath sweeps across my clit, eliciting tremors through my body.
He straightens his back, and my body lifts off the mattress as I tighten my legs over him, and he brings his free hand to my lower back.
"Feeling's mutual, viper," he retorts, just before he swoops forward and his lips lock around my clit, sucking it into his mouth.
Removing his hand from my lower back, he snakes it around my waist, placing the palm of his hand down on my pelvis as he uses his fingers to spread my pussy open, allowing him to swirl his tongue around my clit before sucking it back into his mouth with vigour.
Using my free hand, I bury my fingers in his hair, holding him in place as his tongue flicks over my clit continuously, my hips bucking against him.
Black dots line my vision, whether it's from the position I'm in or from the blinding pleasure rocketing through my body, I'm unsure, but even though my blood is pounding in my ears and it feels like my chest is caving in, I continue rocking my hips, practically helping him eat my pussy like a starving man.
He pulls his face away from me, hooded eyes staring up at mine.
"Tell me you hate me while I'm eating your pussy, little viper."
His lips brush against my clit as he speaks, sending shivers shooting up my spine.
When I don't respond, he swipes his tongue over me before sucking my clit into his mouth once more, causing me to scream.
"I hate you!"
I'm not sure if I repeated those words because he asked me to, or if I did so to remind myself of how I feel about him.
My eyes squeeze shut, and moans I wish I could hold back flow freely out of me as I lose control of myself.
I can feel his left shoulder bumping into my thigh from where he's still fucking his hand, and the knowledge he's enjoying this just as much as I am pushes me over the edge.
My trembling legs lock around him, my fingers digging into his scalp. I scream when his teeth pinch my clit while his tongue simultaneously swirls around it, sending me tumbling head-first into a powerful orgasm that has every muscle in my body locking up tight, my pussy clenching around nothing.
His shoulders lock up, and he grumbles against me, prolonging my orgasm and causing me to whimper as he finds his release right alongside me.
"Holy shit," I breathe, loosening my legs from around his shoulders, and feeling my shaking limbs slump as I untangle my hand from his hair, and swipe my hand along the light sheen of sweat coating my forehead.
My words seem to snap Dom out of whatever trance he was stuck in as he unlatches his mouth from my clit and slips my legs off of him, dropping me into the wet patch he created on the bed beneath me.
His eyes dart up to meet mine as he clumsily clambers of the bed, staring at me with a world of regret swimming around in his dark, cold eyes.
My heart immediately drops into my stomach as I watch him pull his pants up from around his thighs and shake his head as he takes a step back.
Hurt flows through my chest, and I clamp my wet, aching thighs together, feeling a sudden wave of vulnerability as I watch Dom turn around and walk towards my bedroom door.
His hand reaches for the handle, and I scoff, bile rising up my throat. I sit up as much as I can with my arm twisted at an awkward angle because of how he's secured the cuff.
"There is no way you're about to leave me lying here, half naked, chained to the bed in a pool of your cum," I shout, voice shaking as tears gather in my eyes.
He stands there for a moment, sparking hope in my chest, he'll turn around and unlock the cuffs, or at least clean me up, maybe even put my shorts back on, giving me the impression of dignity, but pain slashes through me when he sighs and opens the door, closing it behind him.
I stare at the door, my chest growing tight as tears spill down my cheeks, dripping onto my trembling lips and sliding down my chin.
Never in my life have I felt so used and degraded… but I only have myself to blame.