Chapter 9 #3
He disappears down the hall, leaving me to follow like a woman walking straight into her doom. A very well-lubricated doom.
This is torture. This is fucking torture.
Have two hours passed? Five? Twenty? Time doesn’t exist anymore. Only heat. Only pressure. Only the agonizing awareness of that plug sitting deep inside me, teasing and stretching.
I feel it everywhere. Every breath. Every heartbeat. Every twitch of my thighs.
I’m soaked. Dripping. At this rate, all Dominic will have to do is point a finger at me, and I’ll erupt like a volcano.
I can’t sit. Can’t walk. The anticipation is even worse than the plug.
I’m just standing here — naked and trembling, a prisoner of my own lust — waiting for absolution.
My fingers drift down. Just a little. Just one soft brush against my clit—
A strangled moan slips out of me. Half-groan, half-cry.
I already stripped everything off. All that’s left is my shame and the fucking plug still deep inside of me. I’m just waiting for my captor to come and save me from this lusty nightmare.
He completely forbade any form of self release. Glared at me and said he’ll know and make me pay. How? How will he make me pay? This is already abuse. Maltreatment of his prisoner.
I’m in hell. A hot, dripping, hormonal hell.
I’m spiraling when it happens. A low hum starts inside me. Subtle at first, then building.
No. Oh fuck. It’s vibrating.
My knees nearly buckle. My mouth opens on a silent scream.
What is this sorcery?
“Enjoying yourself?” His voice comes from behind me, smooth and wicked.
I whip around, or I try to, but he’s faster. An arm snakes around me, one hand cupping my breast. The vibrations intensify.
My head drops back against his chest with a helpless moan.
I feel everything. His heat. His muscles. His hand. And that fucking plug.
“Dominic,” I whine, no pride or shame. Just pure need, raw and rabid.
He chuckles, low and sinful, so fucking pleased with himself.
His lips find my ear, nipping the lobe, then he leaves a trail of featherlight kisses on my neck and shoulder. When his thumb brushes over my nipple, I jolt like I’ve been shocked.
I’m going to lose my damn mind right here, in the middle of his bedroom.
His hand trails lower, over my belly, down between my legs. His fingers stroke my clit — barely there, but I almost shatter. A spasm rips through me, my body twitching with unbearable need.
“Don’t worry, adorable,” he says, his voice rough, like he’s hanging over the same cliff as me. “I’ll give you what you need.”
He walks us to the bed and lays back, pulling me over him. That evil little device is still humming, vibrating inside me like a dark promise. I can’t think. I can’t feel anything but the ache and him.
I move to straddle him, desperate to take his cock, to fuck him until I forget my own name, but he stops me.
His hand circles my neck, and he pulls me forward, his mouth brushing mine.
“Rub yourself against my cock,” he whispers. “Use me. Make yourself come.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I rock my hips forward, grinding on his cock like a woman possessed.
“That’s it. Good girl. Good fucking girl,” he murmurs against my lips.
He grips my waist, guiding me exactly how he wants it — slow, controlled, precise.
Always in control. Fucking asshole.
My tits bounce with every move, begging for attention, and he doesn’t disappoint. He turns his focus on them, licking slowly, sucking and biting at the exact moments I need him to.
It doesn’t take me long to lose it. The orgasm rips through me like it’s been years in the making, violent and beautiful. It burns me from the inside.
I scream, falling apart in his hands, but he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let me drift. He keeps holding me, moving me, owning my body like it’s always been his.
I don’t even have time to come down. I’m still riding the high, shaking from the orgasm, when he slams into me.
We both groan at the same time, bodies trembling. He’s so deep inside me, I don’t even know where I end and he begins.
Somewhere in the haze, I see him reach for a remote — fuck knows where he pulled it from, because I can’t even see straight — and suddenly the toy inside me kicks up to full power.
Vibrations tear through me like a live wire.
Fuck. I’m done. I’m so done.
He yanks me down, one hand tangled in my hair, his mouth crashing into mine, desperate and possessive, laced with too many emotions I can’t name right now.
His thrusts start slow, a tease that feels like torture. But it doesn’t last. He picks up speed, pounding into me harder and rougher, losing the last threads of restraint.
Sweet agony. I’m unraveling at the seams.
His free hand grips my ass, fingers digging deep, and then, suddenly, he slaps my asscheek. Hard. So hard my body jolts and I choke on a moan that turns into a broken cry.
My pussy clenches like a vice, milking his cock with ruthless desperation.
“How’s it feel, Adora?” he growls against my lips. “To have both holes stuffed?”
That dirty mouth of his stokes the fire inside me so hot my bones might turn to dust. All I can do is whimper in response. My brain’s fried, my body hijacked by pleasure that borders on pain.
Then it hits me again.
Another orgasm, brutal and sudden. Explosive. My whole body locks up. My nails dig into his biceps, and I know I’m drawing blood but I don’t care. I scream his name like it’s salvation.
He waits, letting me ride it out. He doesn’t rush, just looks at me like he’s under a spell, mindlessly brushing lazy circles on my skin.
I’m about to collapse, when he suddenly moves. He repositions me — on my knees, my back to his chest, his arms strong and steady around me. He turns off the toy and eases it out, pressing soft kisses to my neck, trying to comfort the very woman he just broke.
I sag against him, boneless. Drunk on orgasm aftershock.
He disappears for a few seconds. I don’t even process it until he’s back, his cock nudging at my ass, something else sliding between my thighs.
I blink. Look down. Rabbit vibrator.
“What…” I whisper, voice hoarse and raw.
His mouth finds my ear. “I told you.” His breath is fire. “I’m fucking your ass today.”
Oh. I forgot. We’re not done.
I take a deep breath. Try to brace.
The butt plug was a warm-up, this is the main event. But his cock is massive. That plug was tiny. I’m fucked.
“Don’t worry, adorable,” he murmurs, voice velvet and steel. “I’ll make it so good, you’ll be begging for it every day.”
A shiver rips through me. When he talks like that — low, sure, certain — he could make me walk through fire, even if it kills me.
And his cock? That one might just kill my ass.
“Okay,” I breathe, the sound a little faint.
I feel his smile against my skin, his inner predator satisfied.
He turns the rabbit on, setting it on low, just enough to tease. Then he drags it over my slick pussy, slow and deliberate.
I melt back against his chest, letting him take over, enjoying the sensation. He palms my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple. He leaves a trail of kisses on my shoulder, my neck. Each one of them feels like a mark on my soul. Like silent promises. I can only hope they’re the good kind.
I’m a puppet in his hands, strung up by desire, held together by need.
He guides me. Moves me. Uses me. And I let him, feeling like I could never get enough.
He pushes the toy inside, angling it perfectly until the stimulator presses right where it needs to be. Flames lick up my spine, hungry and wild.
He turns up the vibrations, and I jerk — hard — but he holds me steady.
He spreads my legs wider, and then he takes my hand and guides it to the toy.
“Hold it,” he murmurs, his teeth grazing my earlobe.
Something cold slides between my cheeks and then I feel him, pressing at my ass, slow but relentless.
A different kind of pressure builds. There’s a sting, but it’s fleeting.
The fire already burning low in my belly starts climbing, spreading through me.
When he finally sinks all the way in, I gasp, overwhelmed with sensation.
He’s buried to the hilt, his thick cock stretching me so full I feel split open.
He stills, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. His breath comes in harsh, ragged bursts.
“Fuck, you’re going to drive me insane,” he growls, then pauses for a heartbeat. “You good?”
His voice is hoarse. Wrecked.
I barely manage a nod.
I shift, desperate for movement. For more. But his arm clamps around me, holding me in place.
“Patience, adorable,” he whispers, his entire body tight with restraint.
He turns my face to his and kisses me, soft and slow, like he’s pouring a million unsaid words into this kiss. Then he starts moving, wreaking me with long, measured thrusts.
A moan I can’t control rushes out of me. I’m unraveling, thread by thread. He slips his thumb between my lips, and I suck without thinking.
He groans, the sound low and feral, and starts moving faster.
I lose touch with reality. The vibrations. The feel of him against me. The thrusts of his cock. The overload.
It’s too much. Too fucking much.
My body goes rigid as another orgasm crashes into me without warning. My lips part on a silent scream, a quake roaring under my skin. My soul fractures. My vision whites out. Flames and ice dance inside me, spreading all the way to my fingertips.
I lose grip on the toy — it falls, forgotten between the sheets, and that’s when Dominic truly snaps.
He growls — primal, guttural — and starts pounding into me, each thrust wild and merciless. His fingers replace the toy, sliding over my soaked pussy, rubbing my clit fast, with expert pressure.
He grabs my hair with his other hand, tight enough to sting, to anchor me.
My arousal’s running down my thighs, soaking his sheets, his cock, everything. I’ve never been this wet. Never this undone.
He pushes me forward, palms the back of my neck and holds me there, ass up, back arched.
Then he leans over me, his fingers finding my clit again, circling, never stopping.
He fucks me — untamed, unstoppable — and I shatter once more, falling from the edge into an ocean of brutal and all-consuming pleasure.
My body locks. My nerves light up like firecrackers.
His hips stutter, his grip tightening right before he roars and floods me with his cum, filling me up. We finally collapse together, shaking and ruined in the best possible way.
As I lie there, breathless and broken beneath him, only one thought pulses through my dazed mind.
This man will kill me. And I’ll thank him for it.