Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
Alicia
Coming down from the most intense orgasm I've experienced, with my shorts wrapped around my ankles, Dom's fingers still buried deep inside of me, and his bulging dick pressed against my backside, shame washes over me.
I can't believe I've let this happen again.
Seeing the images of me on his computer, feeling his body against mine, and hearing his gruff voice in my ear was my undoing.
I got caught up in the moment, allowed myself to bask in the momentary pleasure and attention he was offering me, but now, as he slowly pulls his fingers out of me, tears sting in my eyes, and my stomach sinks as memories instantly attack my mind of what happened the last time he got me off.
If he leaves again, it'll break me.
My hazy eyes scan the image on the screen in front of me, a picture of Jellybean and me snuggled up on the sofa, and a quiet, choked sob leaves my mouth.
"Are you okay, little viper?"
Dom's voice makes me jump, and I spin around to face him, my hip bumping the desk painfully. My feet get tangled in my shorts, causing me to almost topple over.
He places his hands on my hips to steady me, and his thumbs brush against my skin.
I drag my eyes up the length of his chest until they clash with his.
"Is everything you said true?" I ask quietly, worried he didn't mean a word of what he said and was just playing me to get what he wanted.
He sighs, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning down to press his forehead against mine.
"I meant every word, Alicia," he admits, brushing the tip of his nose across mine.
"This whole time, I've been fighting the feelings you conjure inside of me, pushing you away every chance I get, and trying to purposely make you hate me so I can remain undistracted, but none of it has been successful. "
A tear falls onto my cheek, and he quickly brushes it away.
"I'm sorry for everything I've done since you've been here.
I'm sorry if my words or my actions have hurt you in any way.
I would love to lie to you and tell you I didn't mean to hurt you, but honestly, I did, and that makes me feel awful.
I thought I needed you to hate me, but I realise now that I was wrong. "
His fingers skate along my back beneath my top, and he runs his nose across my cheek as he speaks, slowly mesmerising me with his movements and his words.
"I want you, little viper. I've wanted you since the moment I first saw you. I'm done trying to push you away and driving a wedge between us."
Without a second thought, I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing our bodies tightly together, and tentatively pressing my lips against his.
His lips crash so sweetly with mine, and I gasp. He takes advantage, sweeping his tongue into my mouth as his hands grip my hips and lift me onto the desk.
My legs fall open, allowing him to step between them, and I grab the back of his neck, pulling him harder against me.
The kiss is wild and unhinged. Lips and teeth clashing as we both teasingly battle for dominance.
He runs his hands up my side, lifting my top. I remove my arms from around his neck to lift them up, allowing him to pull the top off completely, leaving me completely bare on his desk.
His lips are back on mine as soon as the top passes over my head, his mouth devouring mine as one hand bands around my waist while the other grips the back of my neck.
He lifts me again, and I circle my legs around his hips as he walks us out of his office and down the hall, all the while, his lips remain glued to mine. His hand roams my naked body, brushing over my pebbled nipples and down my sides.
He kicks open his bedroom door, his mouth finally leaving mine as he trails wet, sloppy kisses down the length of my neck while he walks me over to his bed, dropping me down onto the mattress.
Sinking his teeth into my neck, he grabs my ankles and unlocks them from around his hips so that he can stand up. He looks down at me as I lie on the bed before him, completely bare, legs spread, ready and waiting for him.
His eyes leave a heated trail across my skin as they rake over my naked body. He hastily removes his shirt and yanks his trousers down his legs, kicking them off to the side.
"This is the most beautiful sight I've ever fucking seen," he mutters, slipping his thumbs beneath the band of his boxers and slowly pulling them down.
His boxers drop, and his dick juts up, the tip glistening.
Leaning up on my elbows, I stare at him in wonder, mouth agape as my eyes trail the length of his cock, admiring the silver piercings he has along the underside.
"You have your dick pierced…"
His fists his cock, pumping his hand back and forth as he steps towards the bed, knees hitting the edge.
"Had it done a few months ago."
He kneels on the bed between my spread legs, and I marvel at the muscles on his body as they ripple beneath the moonlight with every movement he makes.
"Does it hurt?" I ask, my eyes dropping back to his dick as he strokes it. Quickly flicking my gaze back to his, I see him staring down at me with desire laced in his dark eyes.
"Not anymore."
"I-I wasn't asking if it hurt you," I tell him, stumbling over my words slightly.
He cocks a brow and smirks down at me, releasing his dick from his hold as he crawls over my body. He plants his hands on either side of my head, knees bumping against the back of my thighs, and slotting himself into place above me.
"You're wondering if it's going to hurt you?"
Rolling my lips inward, I nod.
"Oh, little viper. Where there's pain, there's pleasure, right?"
He leans down on his elbows, his face and body moving closer to mine, heat emanating from his skin.
I arch into him, desperate to feel him against me, and he chuckles, moving one hand beneath my head, fingers tangling in my hair to angle my head up.
He teasingly strokes his nose along my neck, sending a shiver of anticipation through my body.
"You think you can take it, Alicia?"
Looping my legs around his, I use them to lift my body from the mattress, pressing myself against him, and whimpering from the contact.
"Yes," I pant, wincing at the bite of pain across my scalp as he tightens his hold on my hair.
He chuckles darkly and brings his free hand to the front of my neck, holding me in place as his lips skim across my skin.
"Beg for it," he demands, sinking his teeth into the skin just above my collarbone.
Using the leverage from my legs, I grind my body against his, hissing when the cool metal of the piercings along his dick glide over my clit.
As desperate as I am, I'd never beg for a man.
He slams his hips down, pinning me to the mattress, his throbbing, swollen dick nestled perfectly against my pussy, causing my eyes to flutter closed for a moment.
"Beg for it, little viper. I know you want to."
I try to shake my head, but his grip on my hair and my neck keeps me still.
Our burning, lustrous eyes clash, and I smile up at him.
"Never," I rasp.
A spark of amusement flashes across his face.
He pushes his hips forward, and I groan as his dick slides through my folds, his piercings bumping against my sensitive, needy clit.
"Beg," he grunts, pulling back and thrusting forward again. The tip of his cock nudges against my entrance and easily slips inside the barest amount.
"Fuck," I whimper, feeling the thick head of his dick filling me, and the cold metal balls from the first piercing pressing against me, almost inside of me.
My walls ripple around him as I take a deep, shaky breath, allowing myself to relax and letting him push himself deeper, sheathing half of his cock inside my pussy.
My eyes roll into the back of my head, feeling every inch of him filling me completely.
"Come on, baby, let me hear that pretty little voice of yours begging for my dick."
"No," I bite out, digging my heels into his back, trying to push him deeper inside of me.
He obliges, snapping his hips forward, sliding his dick to the hilt, almost splitting me open from the sheer size of him.
"Fuck!"
He pulls on my hair again, adding another bite of pain. He trails kisses down my neck and across my chest while he slowly pulls his hips back, dragging his cock out of me until only the tip is left inside.
He swipes his tongue across my nipple, his beard scratching against me.
"I'm still waiting to hear you beg," he says, removing his lips from my skin and peering up at me with a cruel smile.
Arching my back, I dig my nails into his neck as I try to move his head back. He laughs at my attempt, nipping at the underside of my breast as he thrusts forward again, plunging his dick inside of me, for no longer than a second, before he's pulling himself out of me completely.
My pussy clenches around nothing, and I whine in frustration.
"Fuck!" I shout. "Please, Dom. Stop this shit, and please for the love of—"
My words are cut off as he snaps his hips forward, pounding into me like a wild animal at a relentless pace, hand wrapped around my neck, the other in my hair, his mouth back on my nipple.
A scream rips from my chest as the onslaught of pleasure consumes my body, driving me over the cliff almost immediately.
My muscles lock up, my pussy clamps around him, and my nails scrape down his back as my scream echoes throughout the room.
He continues pumping into me, grinding his hips down against mine, bumping my clit, and prolonging the orgasm crashing through me.
I gasp when his hand tightens around my neck, restricting my airflow.
Black dots slowly fill my vision as electricity zips through my body with each push of his hips against mine.
He grits his teeth, his eyes glued to mine.
"Fuck," he grunts, snapping his hips forward sharply as he grows closer to climax. "Shit. Shit. Shit."
Each thrust is matched with a curse word, and on the last one, he buries himself as deep as he possibly can before releasing a deep, tortured noise as his dick twitches, spilling his release inside of me.
His grip on my neck finally loosens, and his body slumps over mine while I greedily gulp down air, my body trembling beneath his.
Our chests bump against each other with each heaving breath, our hearts beating wild and loud as our weak limbs tangle together.
After a few moments, he rolls off me, sighing as he stretches out on the bed.
"Holy fuck," he says, turning his head to face me. "That was…"
"Amazing," I finish for him, a satisfied smile spreading across my face.
The sound of a phone vibrating in the room has the smile dropping from my face and a chill sweeping over my body.
Fuck.
Tears instantly swim in my eyes, and I bolt up into a seated position, wrapping an arm across my naked chest.
Shit.
I've really fucked up.
"Hey, it's okay. Come here," Dom says softly, grabbing a hold of my arm and dragging me onto his chest. "I'm not leaving you here this time."
A tear spills down my cheek as guilt hits me tenfold.
He thinks I'm upset and worried because of the last time he left, but that's not what's making me cry.
What he doesn't realise is that I've made a huge mistake.
I've given Lenny information that could hurt Dom, and possibly damage his life, all because I was convinced he didn't care and was an arsehole to me.
Now, I know he was trying to push me away on purpose, hiding what he really felt.
"I need to get my phone," I tell him, moving to sit up again, desperately wanting to message Lenny in the hopes of stopping what I've set in motion, but Dom pulls me back down, banding his arms around me.
"Just lie with me for a while. Please."
His tired, soft tone has me melting into him, even as tears continue to stream down my cheeks.
He rubs his hand along my bare back and presses a kiss against the top of my head.
"I'm sorry, little viper."
"I am too," I whisper, my tears dripping onto his chest as guilt and regret churn my stomach.