Chapter Seven
Emily sat in the library.
This is where she went most of the time when Dom was away on business.
It was strange, as she now had the run of the house and could go into the gardens as well. The restrictions had been lifted, but she didn’t have any desperate need to go anywhere.
She and Dom had been married for over a week, and it had been an intense week.
The truth was, it was only yesterday they finally got changed.
Any clothes they attempted to wear had been destroyed in their desperation for one another.
Emily had expected to feel a little bored, or perhaps for Dom to get bored.
So far, nothing.
In fact, they had been married a week, and he’d been gone most of today, and it was a scary thought but she did miss him. There was also a little fear she tried to ignore.
Her father was still out there, and if he chose to, he could hurt Dom.
She didn’t want to see him hurt.
Running fingers through her hair, she got up from her seat on the sofa and made her way toward the gardens. She had never imagined her life turning out like this. Going from being kidnapped to married, to craving her own husband was insane.
Placing a hand at her neck and tilting her head to the opposite side, she let out a little moan.
She felt a little tense, and as she closed her eyes, it was like she could feel Dom at her back.
This morning, before he left for work, they had enjoyed a shower.
What had started as a playful battle, where she wanted to wash his body with the soap and her hands, Dom had won.
Of course he had won. Dom always won.
And it wasn’t long before he had her hands flat against the wall, her body bent forward, and her ass tilted out, so he could take her from behind.
As he did so, she was pretty sure he was close to touching her ass, only he’d stroked her body.
Cupped the cheeks of her ass, and then held onto her shoulders as he fucked her harder than ever before. She still felt a little sore from his possession.
At the sound of the library door closing, Emily turned around, and as if she had conjured him up from her memories, there was her husband.
“You’re back,” she said.
“Strip.”
The command was rough, and at first she hesitated, not sure if she had heard it. The glint in his eye told her she hadn’t misheard anything.
There was no one around and with Dom entering the library, no one would disturb them. They were all alone.
Emily lifted her dress up and over her head. He’d told her he didn’t want her wearing any lingerie, until he said she could. So far, he’d not given her permission, so she stood before him, completely naked.
Dom groaned. She had a feeling he wasn’t expecting her to follow his command quite the way she had. She couldn’t help but smile, knowing she had taken him by surprise. Emily had no problem following commands, certainly no problem with Dom’s instructions.
“Sit down on that chair,” he said.
Emily moved toward the chair and sat down.
“Spread your legs.”
She did so.
“Now, touch my pussy.”
She’d noticed that he had started to refer to her body as his. She thought she would have a problem with him taking such dominant ownership of her body, but she really liked it. She liked belonging to him.
Placing her fingers between her thighs, she couldn’t help but gasp. Her clit was so sensitive.
Before he left, he’d also given her another instruction. Under no circumstances was she to touch herself. She had to wait for him to come home. All day, her thoughts had drifted to him and him alone.
She licked her lips and then whimpered, as she felt how wet she was. So slick, so aroused, and staring at him, as he started to remove his jacket, she was getting even more so.
Dom moved closer into the room, and she couldn’t help but gasp as he knelt before her. His large hands slid up the inside of her thighs, and he pulled her close, licking at her clit.
“You taste so fucking good,”
he said. “Do you have any idea how many times I was tempted to call you?”
“Why didn’t you?”
she asked. She didn’t know how she was able to form words because what he was doing to her body was making it impossible for her to focus. It was making it impossible for her to function.
She cried out as he took her clit between his teeth.
“Because I knew I wasn’t going to be able to do this until I got home, and when I saw you, I wanted to lick your cunt.”
He glided his tongue down toward her entrance, then pressed forward. She loved it when he fucked her, the feel of his cock deep inside her cunt.
Dom pulled back and then went to her clit, working her back and forth. She clenched her hands at her sides, but she knew she was at his mercy. He pushed her to that edge, and she knew he was toying with her, because he didn’t allow her to go over it. He withheld her orgasm, and she was so close.
Dom was the master here.
He suddenly pulled back, and then he moved toward the sofa she had been sitting on earlier. She watched as he opened the belt, unbuttoned his pants, and slid the zipper down. Emily couldn’t look away. He reached in, took hold of his thick cock, and started working the length. “Come here,” he said.
She didn’t take her time, and nearly scrambled to get close to him.
Dom reached for her hand, pulling her down over him, and there was nowhere else for her to go. He moved her into position, and lined her body up with his length.
Then, together, she sank onto his dick, taking him inch by inch, as he thrust up inside her. He grabbed her hips, then pulled her down, making her take the whole of his cock. She did so with a moan. Emily didn’t want to stop. She held on tightly to him, not wanting to let him go.
He growled. “Do you have any idea what you’ve fucking done to me?” he asked.
She didn’t know how to answer that, so she gripped his shoulders and started to work her body over his length, loving how big he felt.
His hands cupped her hips, and at one point they were verging on bruising but she didn’t care. She didn’t want him to stop.
It wasn’t long before Dom took over, and she clearly wasn’t going fast enough for him, as he pressed her to the sofa and started to pound inside her, fucking her harder.
She screamed his name, not wanting him to stop, and then he suddenly did. Staring into his eyes, she watched him as his hand skimmed down the length of hers and then moved between their joined bodies.
He started to stroke her clit. “This time, you are allowed to come, so come for me, Emily. Come all over my cock.”
It was like she had no choice but to obey his command. He was the one in control. She came hard, screaming his name.
During her orgasm, Dom fucked her, finding his own release, and she felt each wave of cum as it spilled inside her.
This was dangerous. She was not on the pill, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he knew that.
****
Three Weeks Later
“What’s happening with my dad?”
Dom stopped for a second, as he’d been running his fingers through Emily’s thick hair. He was a little upset, not because of her question, but because for the past four weeks, he’d been fucking her and flooding her pussy with his cum, and she had started her cycle. He didn’t even realize what he was trying to do.
He had no intention of knocking her up, yet when she told him she needed to wear underwear, he felt this sweeping disappointment wash over him. He was not used to this feeling.
There had been women in the past who attempted to blackmail him, and try to claim he’d knocked them up. It was never the case. He was careful. Emily was different. She hadn’t been with any other man. She was his wife, and he had every intention of keeping her. She was his dream wife.
The past four weeks had been bliss. He hated leaving home, and this was fucking crazy. Dom knew he needed to get his shit together when it came to this woman. She was messing with his head, and that wasn’t good.
Emily was just a woman.
He wasn’t in love.
He didn’t believe in love.
And yet, each time he was called away, he found it harder to leave her.
“What about him?”
he asked. It was easier to talk about her fucked-up father than it was to think about the feelings he was dealing with.
“I didn’t know if he had been causing you any trouble?”
“Nigel has a lot of trouble of his own. That last sale is really biting him in the butt, and he didn’t have the collateral to pay himself out of this.”
He went back to stroking her head.
He wasn’t about to tell Emily he and Nigel had a conversation. Nigel would give him anything he wanted if he would return Emily to him, in her pure state.
Even now, that son of a bitch intended to sell her, to get himself out of this mess. He took great pleasure in letting the bastard know he wasn’t giving up his wife, and that her “pure state”
was already taken care of.
Nigel had been pissed. Dom didn’t like his outburst, so he made sure several men were stationed near Nora. He had a horrible feeling Nigel would attempt to hurt Emily’s mother.
It would be easy for him to take out Nigel—a piece of cake—but with the cops hanging around, hoping to capture him, there was no way he could make a move just yet. Right now, he needed to take care of Emily and make sure nothing happened to Nora. He felt her tense up.
“I hate him,” she said.
“You do?”
“Yeah, I can’t believe he was going to do that to me.”
Emily shook her head. “I … it makes me so mad. Mom warned me. She told me there was nothing good about my father, but I don’t know, I guess I thought I knew best, or that he would want to know his daughter.” She sighed and turned toward him, looking up at him.
He didn’t stop stroking her hair.
“Thank you,” she said.
“What are you thanking me for?”
“For not … giving up. You know, for coming to me and helping me. For kidnapping me.”
He chuckled. “You’re thanking me for kidnapping you?”
“Yeah, I know it’s crazy, but the way I see it, you saved my life.”
She shrugged. “Thank you.” She shook her head. “Do you … ugh … do that kind of stuff?”
He raised his brows. “What kind of stuff?”
“Sell women?”
“Emily, if you want to know more about my business then you’re going to have to be ready to hear it.”
She took a deep breath. “I’m ready.”
He gave her a second, allowing her time to back away from this conversation, but she didn’t.
“I don’t capture and sell women,”
Dom said. “I do have women who work for me. I own brothels, but the women that do are free to come and go as they please. I do not force them into any lifestyle.”
“Why do you do it?”
Emily asked.
He shrugged. “Believe it or not, Emily, my way is much better. Trust me, over the years there have been some bad pimps out there. I take care of the women who work for me. They make their money, I take a small cut, but I make sure they’re safe.”
“Are you a good man?”
Emily asked.
“No, I’m not, and you should never mistake me for one either. I’ve killed a lot of people.”
“I know. I know my dad has as well.”
She sighed. “My mom wanted so much more for me. It’s why she left, and I dragged us right back into it.”
“What did you want?” he asked.
“Me?”
“Yeah, your mom can want all she does for you, and your father can wish to sell you, but it’s not about what either of them want. It’s about what you want.”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s stupid, but I wanted to find a man who loved me, maybe settle down, have a family.”
She blew out a breath. “What about you?”
“I never thought about a family … until now.”
He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger and stared into her eyes, not wanting to look away.
“I’m not on the pill,” she said.
“I know.”
“You do?”
“Yes. You need to understand, Emily, I know everything there is to know about you.”
He watched as she bit down on her lip.
“So, does that mean you want to have a family with me? I mean, I know we’re married, but we’ve not exactly talked about what that meant for the future.”
“Do you want children?” he asked.
He saw his lack of answers was starting to frustrate her.
“I think so. I’d love to be a mother.”
“Then I will make you a mother, as soon as you’ve finished.”
He slid his hand down toward her stomach, and he saw her flinch just a little. “You’re in pain.”
“No more than usual. It comes and goes.”
He stroked her stomach. “Would you like me to stop?”
“No, I like it.”
He looked at her, smiled, and stroked her stomach. He didn’t like to see Emily in pain.
“I’d like to be a mother. Does that mean our marriage is sticking?”
He watched her wince. Stroking her hair back from her face, he couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’m not giving you up.”
And that was the truth. It was the only truth he had for her, because he didn’t believe in love.