Chapter 9 #2
He moves slow, calculated, flicking his tongue just enough to bring me to the edge, never enough to push me over. A masterclass in torture. He spreads me open with his fingers, and licks a path from my entrance to my clit, again and again. Then he fucks me with his tongue, slow and deep.
I’m in hell.
I’m in heaven.
I’m in both, at once.
Just when I’m clinging to the edge of the cliff — he stops.
I’m about to cuss him out, but then his hands grip my thighs and fold me in half.
“Hold.”
That’s all he says, but I know what it means.I wrap my arms behind my knees and brace.
He runs two fingers through the middle of my pussy, up and down, pinching my clit between them — just right. Pleasure punches through me. He slides those fingers inside me, then pulls back and moves lower.
Lower.
“You’re giving me your ass one of these days,” he murmurs, voice deep and dangerous.
My breath hitches. My body clenches.
His finger circles my other entrance. Slow pressure. It shouldn’t feel good. It really shouldn’t. But it does.
“Have you done that before?” I ask, voice trembling from the sheer intensity of it all.
“Don’t worry,” he says, quiet and firm. “I’ll make it good for you.”
I believe him. At this moment, I’d believe anything he says.
His finger pushes in, carefully breaking the barrier, just as two more slide into my pussy, stretching me wide.
My head drops back. My eyes roll. I’m gone.
“You’re dripping for me, adorable,” he murmurs, right before he circles my clit with his tongue again, slow and meticulous.
Then he destroys me.
He flicks his tongue fast, merciless. His mouth seals around my clit, sucking hard. I lose control. My legs shake. My arms give out, but he’s there, holding the back of my knees, locking me in place without missing a beat.
He’s relentless. Vicious. Pouring every ounce of punishment and power into that one spot.
Fuck, this is the kind of vengeance that I want.
Just as I’m about to shatter, he pulls back.
I whimper, on the edge of murder — until he grabs my thighs and yanks me closer. Turns me sideways, one leg between his, the other over his shoulder.
“Look at me,” he growls. “Watch me fuck you.”
My eyes lock on his, my whole body strung tight with anticipation. I want to see him undone.
He must see something on my face because his lips curl into a dark, dangerous smile. Then he slams into me with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
All the air leaves my lungs. He’s deep. All of him. But instead of going feral, he moves slow and controlled. Barely pulling out before sliding back in. Stretching me, hitting the exact fucking spot with every thrust.
I can’t stop the desperate, pleading noises spilling out of me.
He grips my thigh with one hand, and reaches for my tits with the other — pinching, tugging and squeezing. His eyes stay glued to my chest like he’s hypnotized.
He’s obsessed, and I feel it.
The slow pace turns me inside out. I can’t take it anymore.
“Dominic,” I whine, my voice begging. Full of need. “Faster.” Shame jumped out the window a long time ago.
His eyes meet mine. That smirk of his is absolutely evil.
“You asked for it.”
The next second, I’m on all fours. My hair wrapped tight in his fist, yanking my head back. He gives me one breath — one — and then he’s inside me again. Harder. Rougher. Completely unleashed.
He pounds into me like he’s trying to break the bed. The headboard slams into the wall with every thrust, leaving dents in the plaster.
Pleasure scorches up my spine, burning through my veins. He hits that sweet spot over and over again, with precision. With fury and hunger.
I explode. Scream his name so loud I swear the walls shake. My body convulses, and I collapse, every muscle aching — but he’s not done.
He grips my hips, holding me up, keeping me open as he drives in harder, deeper. He doesn’t slow. He pushes me through one orgasm, straight into another.
I don’t even realize I’ve come again until I feel the aftershocks — electric and wild, like lightning ripping through me.
Seconds later, he’s the one breaking. His rhythm stutters, and his grip tightens. He pulls out, groaning, hot ropes of his release painting my skin, my soul.
I collapse completely, unable to move. I just melt into the mattress, boneless and ruined.
It’ll take a whole day to recover from this.
We’ve been married a month now, and this is all that we’ve been doing.
I’m sprawled across the living room, lost in my current read — an epic love story between a vampire and a witch.
Dominic only had investigative methodology crap and history tomes in this place, so I started rattling off titles and told him to order what I craved. He grumbled, but he did it.
I’ve been devouring these books like a woman starved. I have nothing else to do. Except sex, cleaning, and more sex. That’s my whole routine now. Fuck Dominic. Scrub his palace of a house like it’s an Olympic sport. Read my way through a mountain of books like it’s my day job.
Honestly? I’m starting to like this life.
For the first time, I have space and time for myself. No trying to avoid my father. No escaping the wrath of my monster of a mother. No desperately trying to protect Liz. No tiptoeing around Bowie. No survival on a tiny income. I just never got to breathe before.
I’m about to turn the page when the book is suddenly yanked from my hands. I’m so startled, I actually screech. A full-on, high-pitched bird-like noise. Then I lunge after the thief.
“Dominic! What the hell! Give it back!”
I scramble behind him, trying to reach over his shoulder, slapping at his arm like a toddler on a sugar crash. He doesn’t even flinch. Just stands there, reading my book, smug as a motherfucker.
Probably sees me as a buzzing little fly and he’s the magnanimous god letting me buzz around him.
I keep swatting, trying to get it back. But he catches me by the back of the head, tugs me close to his chest, and lifts the book so high I’d need a ladder to reach it.
Then the bastard keeps reading.
His voice carries a note of intrigue when he finally lowers the book.
“Is this one a favorite of yours?”
“No…,” I drag out the word, suspicion flaring. “But I do like it.”
His eyes lock on mine, brows drawing together like something just clicked.
Then he throws the book on the couch like it serves no purpose anymore, not letting go of me. He pulls me even closer and leans in just enough to make my breath hitch. The way he’s looking at me right now should be fucking illegal.
“How about,” he starts, his voice dropping to that low register that sets my skin on fire, “instead of reading about adventure, I take you on one?”
That tone. That fucking tone of his. He’s not talking about going bungee jumping or bike racing. I decide to play with him a little.
“Really?” My brows lift. “Like what? Pottery? A puzzle?” I smile sweetly. “You seem like a puzzle man."
His thumb traces a slow arc along the back of my skull, and I can’t help it — I lean into it. He knows I’m playing. But he likes to play, too.
He leans in and brushes his lips over my jaw, leaving a trail of soft kisses on his way to my ear. His teeth graze my earlobe, making it sting a little. Raw need sparks inside me.
“Puzzles can be fun,” he murmurs, his breath hot in my ear. “But I was thinking something more like fucking you in both holes at once. Filling both your pussy and your ass with my cum.” His voice is pure filth.
I’m a goner.
My throat goes dry. Cheeks? On fire. Brain? Offline.
He’s been circling my ass for weeks. One finger. Then two. I never said a word because — fuck me — I like it.
Now he’s gone and planted a whole goddamn scene in my head. I’ll never be able to unsee it. Or to stop thinking about it.
He pulls back, no expression on his face except for the hunger in his eyes. I’m clearly not the only one lost in desire. His cock is so hard I can feel it twitching against my stomach, even through his jeans.
“Clothes off. Now.” His voice is clipped, like he’s one second away from turning feral.
I grin. He loses control so much faster when he gets that tone. I’m about to have a really good time.
My ass was safe yesterday, but I have an inkling that won’t last long.
I’m curled up in my usual spot on the living room couch, tearing through the final chapters of my book, but I’m not truly reading the words.
I’m still stuck on yesterday’s conversation, images playing in my mind like a film reel.
I don’t even hear the front door open until Dominic saunters in like the devil himself.
I glance up, ready to greet him, but before I even have the chance to open my mouth, he tosses a box at me.
It lands with a soft thud beside me. Innocent looking — until I read the label.
“You bought me a butt plug?” I ask in disbelief.
My tone doesn’t faze him at all. He just smirks at me like the cocky bastard he is.
“Time for that adventure I promised, adorable. Stop reading.”
His voice drops suddenly, low and lethal.
“I want it inside you. Two hours. Before I fuck you.”
My jaw hits the floor. My eyes go wide enough to qualify as cartoonish. I’ve never tried this before, and two hours sounds like a long time.
“What?!” I squeak. “Two hours?”
“You heard me.” He’s already walking away, voice gruff. Dark. Dripping with desire. “I’ve got work to do in the office. When I’m done, I’ll be fucking your ass.”
A pause.
“And I won’t be sparing your pussy, either.”
He doesn’t even look back. Just jerks his head toward the bedroom.
“Come.”
I stare after him, stunned. Short-circuiting.
“Didn’t you just say you have work?” I yell, still frozen in place, the box clutched in my hand like a cursed object.
He stops, half-turning. Then smirks that infuriating fucking smirk that makes my heart skip a hundred beats.
“Yeah. And before that…” His gaze drops to my thighs. “I’m going to make sure that plug stays exactly where it should.”