Chapter Three
This was so wrong. Dom was so rude.
Pacing in the clean dining room, she kept trying to go to her room, or do something, but she kept stopping herself. Emily didn’t know what was wrong with her.
They didn’t have sex last night, and she was … pissed? Why did she feel this way?
At the end of the day, she knew Dom would grow bored with her, and then what? She would be out in the cold and free, which is exactly where she wanted to be. Only, what if he got bored and she didn’t? She hadn’t thought about that. What if she fell in love with Dom Wylde and he just tossed her aside like trash? She wouldn’t feel quite so good about being with him then, would she?
What did it matter? He was her kidnapper. She was not supposed to feel this way about him. It was insane, completely illogical, and yet she hated that they hadn’t done anything last night. What did that say about her?
She ran fingers through her hair and tried to think, tried to do something that would make sense. Sitting at the breakfast table, all she could think about was the feel of his tongue between her legs, his hands on her body. It was like she was possessed or something. There was no focus. Just her imagination running wild, wishing they were doing more. Desperate for it. This was her lame doormat personality coming through. Unable to do anything, because … why?
She let out a little growl and forced herself out of the dining room. There was a soldier patrolling the main house, and she had grown used to seeing men with guns. The soldiers completely ignored her. Their job was to keep them all safe, and also stop her from escaping.
Emily didn’t even know where she was going, until she made her way toward the basement, where his gym was. She should turn her ass back around, go to her room, or to the library, or anywhere else. This is what she kept telling herself, yet she didn’t.
Instead, she moved inside the gym, and then had to stop herself at the doorway, because right there, Dom had removed his shirt, as well as his pants, and he stood in a pair of tight pants, lifting weights.
She’d been pacing the room for a good hour since Dom left, and her mouth ran dry at the sight. He was covered in perspiration. She couldn’t speak. He looked so sexy.
She knew he had a lot of ink, but she rarely saw it. There had been a few times he’d insisted on her being there in the gym with him. Today hadn’t been one of those days.
In the early days, she thought he kept her with him as a warning. She would see how strong and powerful he was. The first few times, she had been afraid he might take out his gun and shoot her. Dom had weapons on him at all times.
Staring at him now, she couldn’t help but look down the length of his body and feel that ache inside her. Okay, she was a completely lame doormat, because she did like her captor. There were a few fantasies starring Dom that she couldn’t deny. Last night had been incredible, and she loved every second of it. Right until the point he sent her to bed like a child.
“I think you’re drooling,” Dom said.
She pressed her mouth closed. There hadn’t been any drool. He didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. She was perfectly capable of staring at him and not drooling. The temptation to quickly wipe her mouth was so strong, but she was able to stop herself and instead look at him. All through breakfast, she avoided it.
Maybe she was being petty? Maybe it was just easier this way. She didn’t know. Anyway, she was looking at him now, and there was that yearning, that stupid, crazy, irrational yearning. What should she say to him?
He put the heavy weight he’d been lifting down, and she watched as he sat on the bench. He rubbed the towel across his face.
She simply stayed put, waiting.
And then, he turned toward her. “Come here.”
She knew she should tell him no. A part of her brain was responding in all the right ways. There should be no doubt, no is the answer. However, the sensible part of her brain was not in control. The lame doormat was, and she took a step toward him, then another, without uttering a single word of protest. Within a matter of seconds, she was right in front of him, and he reached out at first, taking her hand.
Just that one touch, and she felt like melting against him. His touches were like fire. She didn’t close her eyes but kept looking at him. Then, he let go of her wrist and pulled her close, and his face pressed against her stomach. She let out a gasp, especially as he lifted the black shirt she wore and seemed to nuzzle her stomach.
A pool of heat flooded her pussy. Both his hands circled her waist, and then swiftly moved up her back, and she couldn’t help but moan as he seemed to stroke a part of her body that felt on fire with need. Her whole body felt needy.
She didn’t even realize her eyes were closed until she opened them as he released the button of her jeans. The sound of her zipper being lowered filled the silence of the room, and Dom began to pull her jeans down. They fell to the floor, and he helped her step out of them. Once again, he didn’t seem impressed with her panties, so he tore them straight from her body.
The panties were all his, so he would have no choice but to buy more. She only wore what he provided. Her shirt and bra ended up the same as the jeans. They were in one piece, but on the floor.
Once again, she stood before him completely naked.
This was a repeat of last night.
She stood there, not knowing what to do, and then Dom’s hands touched her.
He began at her calf and started to travel up her body, stroking the back of her knee, and then grazing across her buttocks.
He gripped the flesh in his palms, and she couldn’t help but release a moan.
The sound was so unexpected even to her, that at first she didn’t think she made it.
She was so sensitive, and she let out a little giggle as he pulled her close.
He kissed her stomach, and then he stood, and his hands curved up her back.
One hand went to the back of her neck, while the other stayed on her ass.
Staring into his dark, brown eyes, she felt rooted to the spot.
They were so close.
His breath fanned across her face, and then his lips took possession of hers.
There was nothing gentle about this kiss.
It was passionate, hard, filled with need. At first, she kept her hands by her sides, not wanting to ruin the moment. Then, she couldn’t not touch him anymore. She had to. Putting her hands on his arms, she stroked up, and then circled her arms around his neck, not wanting to let him go.
He let out a growl, but that was swallowed down as she kissed him hard.
The touch he had on her ass was almost bruising, but she didn’t care if it left a mark.
He wasn’t hurting her, and each touch, each kiss felt better than the time before.
All too soon, he spun her around and pressed her down on the bench.
She didn’t argue with him as he spread her legs and then knelt on the floor between them.
This time, he put her legs over his shoulders, and she was a little taken aback.
Only, she didn’t have time to protest, as his tongue made sure of that, as he began to explore her clit.
She was determined not to make this easy for him.
She was going to try not to come for him, but she should have known she didn’t have a say in the matter.
Dom was a master of the female body, and she was merely a tool for him to use.
She didn’t want to come, well, technically, she did, but she also knew that once she did, this would be over.
Emily tried to think of anything that would stop her orgasm. It was no use. Dom got what he wanted, and she came, screaming his name. And just as she knew he would, he left the gym without fucking her.
****
Dom sat in his office chair. The fire was crackling behind him. The day had gotten cold quicker than he anticipated, and he had built a fire so he could work late. Going through facts and figures was not exactly thrilling. It was the downside to owning legal businesses that required extra finesse. He always did that kind of work when he was here at home. His other accounts were elsewhere, and there was no way anyone was ever going to find them. That was what he’d been working on the past few hours after diner.
Emily had once again been silent. She barely looked at him. Her little temper tantrum was so cute. She wanted to be fucked and yet didn’t know how to ask. He wanted to take her, but their first time together was not going to be in his office, or his gym. She wasn’t ready for his cock, but when she was, he wouldn’t hesitate. Also, he was teasing at adding another condition to her freedom—one he liked very much, but he needed to be sure of it.
The door to his office opened, and there was Emily, just as he knew she would come. He took a sip of his scotch. This was the expensive stuff he reserved for such occasions.
Staring at her, he waited. She stepped into his office and closed the door. He had left the door open so she knew she was free to come in and see him. Now, he waited, curious to see what she was going to do next.
“Why?”
Emily asked.
“Why, what?”
They were repeating themselves.
She glanced around his office, and he saw her frustration and hid his humor well. Did she not realize what he was doing? She stood in another silk negligee. The robe she wore was already open.
“Take your clothes off,” he said.
“What?”
“You heard me. You’re disturbing my peace, and if you’re going to do that, then you’re going to be naked.”
His cock was already hard as rock.
She looked at him. There was no glance back at the door behind her as if she was hoping she could make her escape.
He waited.
And then, she removed her robe from her body, and he watched it fall. She looked so stunning, so beautiful, and he wanted her so badly. The negligee followed the robe, and then her panties. She stood before him naked.
“Come here.”
He stood and she closed the distance between them. He cupped her chin and tilted her head back just slightly so he could look at her. She was so beautiful, and there was that slightly intoxicating air of innocence. He wasn’t addicted to her virginity. No, he was addicted to this woman, and she made him ache in ways he didn’t even understand.
Dom tried to avoid it, but it was impossible as he pressed his lips against hers, and he heard her soft, subtle moan. That sound was delightful.
“I’ve given you two orgasms,”
he said. “And trust me, Emily, I love licking your pussy, and I think it is only fair you return the favor.” He ran his finger across her mouth, and then eased his thumb past her lips. “Would you like to learn how to suck my cock?”
She nodded.
There was no sound that came from her lips, and he could live with that. All he needed was that nod.
And then, he sat down in his chair and looked up at Emily. “Get on your knees.”
She followed his command, and she did so elegantly.
“Now, take my dick out,” he said.
She looked nervous. Her hands shook just a little, and then she reached for the button of his pants, releasing it. There were a few jerks as she wasn’t quite used to touching him, but he was a patient kind of man, and he was more than happy to wait.
With the button open, she went to the zipper next. His cock was so fucking hard. She reached up, grabbed the waistband of his pants as well as his boxer briefs, and then eased them down. She moved them past his dick, and he let out a little hiss as the backs of her fingers touched his dick. He knew he should have a lot more control. He didn’t know what Emily did to him. It was like she weaved a spell over him, and there was no escape.
His cock sprang free, and he watched her. Her gaze went a little wide, and then she looked at him.
“Touch me, Emily,” he said.
She wrapped her fingers around his length, holding him firm, yet not too tight. He gritted his teeth, because it felt so good to have her fingers on his dick. He just couldn’t stop himself.
Dom covered her hand with his own, and slowly he started to show her what he liked. Tightening her grip just a little created more friction.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she said.
“You’re not.”
And then, he thrust his hips up toward her hand, and it felt so good.
“I want your mouth on me,” he said.
He was done playing these mind games. Emily’s mouth looked to fucking inviting.
He moved to the edge of the chair, pushing his pants to his knees, so they were no longer in the way. Then, he was all hers, and he was not going to force Emily. This was her journey to take.
Dom waited, feeling the tip of his cock already wet with pre-cum. He wanted to shove his cock deep into her mouth, but he waited. Patience was not one of his many virtues, but with Emily, he knew he would have no choice but to be patient.
She looked so beautiful, with those full lips so inviting.
He watched as she leaned in close and then placed her tongue against the tip of his cock and licked that pre-cum right off. Emily swirled her tongue all around his length, and he had no choice but to grit his teeth.
Dom was not a teenage boy, yet he felt close to exploding. When her mouth covered his cock, he had no choice but to clench his hands into fists, to wait it out, to count to ten.
She was untutored, completely innocent, and didn’t have a clue what she was doing, and he couldn’t get enough of her.
Emily was amazing.
Untouched.
All of his to teach, for her to learn exactly what he liked.
Reaching out, he gripped the back of her head, circling her hair around his fist, and then he held her still as he began to feed her his cock. She let out a moan, and the sound vibrated up his cock.
Emily took more of him into her mouth and he felt when he hit the back of her throat. He gritted his teeth. His orgasm was so close, and he counted to ten, then to twenty.
Emily’s moan continued to vibrate, and she sucked at his cock. He told her exactly what he wanted, just the right number of teeth, not to hurt him, but to give him that friction he loved. Whenever he hit the back of her throat, he always allowed her to pull back. He didn’t want to scare her by making her swallow more of his length. He tried to make it last, as he didn’t want this to stop, but knew he was only so strong.
“Emily, if you don’t want to swallow my cum, you’ve got to stop,” he said.
She didn’t pull away, and he didn’t hold back, shoving his dick into her mouth. He came, spilling every single droplet of cum into her mouth. Much to his surprise, Emily swallowed without a single flinch.
She was a virgin, of that he had no doubt. However, she hadn’t been surprised by what he wanted, and now he was curious as to how she knew.