Chapter 30
DOMINIC
When she’s staring at me with those big wide eyes, it’s almost impossible to say no to her. Of course I want to fuck her. I want to take her right here, right now, and mark her as mine in front of all these men.
But if I do that, there’s no going back.
There’s no walking away.
Not for her.
Not for me.
‘Please,’ she begs again. Our eyes lock. I reach to her ankles and free her from the restraints.
Her face falls. Disappointment swims in her big baby blues, and it cracks my chest wide open, stealing my heart right out of my ribcage.
I wrap her legs around my waist and hoist her up into my arms. Her hands palm the nape of my neck as I carry her naked body across the room and out into the dimly lit corridor.
I stride silently into one of the private rooms and lock the door behind me.
Hypnotic, sensual music floats from discreetly positioned speakers, low enough to allow conversation—or, more importantly, to hear a submissive’s safeword.
The vast, opulent space stretches before us, but the weight of my want fills every corner.
I physically ache for her.
Which is beyond disturbing for a man who doesn’t feel pain.
She takes in the polished black concrete walls that soar fifteen feet overhead.
The chrome suspension points that gleam like stars against the dark ceiling.
The centrepiece that dominates the room—an elevated platform of black leather stretched over sleek, chrome framework with handcuffs at both the top and bottom.
The red rope lighting lines the floor and ceiling.
I carry her to the platform and place her gently down. She wets her lips, silently pleading with me, her pupils the size of saucers.
I grab my rock solid cock through my suit pants. ‘If I give it to you, there will be no walking away from me.’ I pin her hands above her head, my eyes boring into hers. ‘There will be no arrangement. It’ll be you and me, sweetheart, like the vows—’til death do us part.’
‘Why does it have to be that way?’ She whispers.
‘I told you I don’t feel pain. Not physically anyway.
But if you were to walk away from me, it would be agony.
’ He takes my hand and brings my fingers to his lips.
‘You running into my bar was fate. I waited thirty-five years to find you. Now I have, I’m going to do everything in my power to keep you.
I need you, sweetheart, properly. And I need to know you aren’t going to walk out that door in a year’s time. I need it like a fire needs oxygen.’
Her teeth sink into her lower lip as my fingers tease her needy nipples.
‘I don’t do things by halves. I never have done. That’s just the way I am.’
Silence stretches between us. I watch her intently as she processes, lust warring with logic.
‘I’ll never force you, Aoife. Just don’t give yourself to me if you’re not staying.’ I pause. My mind wanders to my mother. To my father in prison. To my sister who was taken by the previous Syndicate. ‘I’ve already lost too many people I care about. I can’t lose another.’
Something like understanding flares like fire in her irises. She gets it. She knows grief, loss, and pain better than anyone.
‘It’s a lot,’ she says quietly, her hand reaching to cup my chin. Her thumb traces the stubble lining my jaw. ‘You’re a lot.’
‘So I’ve been told,’ I huff out a breath.
Her throat works as she swallows. ‘That was amazing out there.’ She changes the subject.
‘You were amazing.’ The woman was born for my world. I just need to convince her of it. ‘That was the most fun I’ve had down here.’
It’s the truth.
She stills. ‘Have you done that to many women?’ Her eyes burn into mine.
My little virgin is jealous. She wouldn’t be, if she had any idea how obsessed with her I am. ‘Lots,’ I admit, and her eyes narrow.
I love that she hates the thought of it. Because that means her feelings for me are as real as mine are for her.
‘I’ve fucked a lot of women, sweetheart. But I’ve never fucked a woman I love. That’s why when I do, I won’t be able to let you go.’ The weight of my words rushes through me.
I hadn’t planned on telling her, terrifying her, but fuck, how could I not love her? The last few weeks have been the best of my life. Add in her response to my kinks, and the fact she has my motto tattooed on her body, I’m entirely convinced I’m staring at my soulmate.
Her breath hitches. ‘You love me?’
‘I love you,’ I admit. ‘I think I fell in love with you the second you burst into my bar. I just didn’t have a name for it, because I’ve never felt it before—this obsessive ache that consumes me night and day.’
She rolls her lips, quiet for once. But she’s sporting that look again, the one that silently begs me to kiss her.
I trace my tongue over the seam of her mouth and she parts it for me. ‘I’m all in, baby, the question is… are you?’
‘I need time,’ she admits quietly.
‘We have time,’ I tell her, sliding my hand between her legs. She’s soaked again. Her eyelids flutter closed as I slide my fingers deep into her slick, tight centre. ‘How about a compromise?’
Her eyelids fly open. ‘I’m listening.’
‘How about I give you just the tip?’ I reach for the buckle of my belt. ‘Maybe that’ll help convince you.’
Her gaze falls to my fingers as I unzip my suit pants and free my dick. The air vibrates between us. She licks her lips. ‘Give it to me.’
‘And I thought I was the one in control.’ I arch an eyebrow, pinning her arms up over her head again, clipping the handcuffs attached to the bench around her wrists.
When she’s comfortably restrained, I lower myself on top of her and place my tip at her slippery entrance.
My crown is immediately coated in her arousal.
It takes every bit of willpower I possess not to slam myself inside her, but I can’t. I won’t.
‘I don’t think either of us are when it comes to our bodies,’ she whispers.
‘I’ve never not been in control in my life, Aoife.’ I don’t add that I’m hanging on by my single last wispy thread. ‘I’ve always worn a condom, so I’m clean.’
She nods eagerly. ‘I need to feel your flesh on my flesh.’
‘Me too, baby.’ I nudge against her tight, hot cunt and steal an inch of what can only be described as fucking heaven.
She flinches at first as she adjusts to my size, then she clenches and moans. ‘You feel so fucking good,’ she bucks against me, greedy for more.
I still, steadying my breathing. My erratic pulse pounds through my head. ‘You feel so fucking good, sir,’ I bite out sternly, but it’s not her I’m annoyed with—it’s myself.
I thought I could control myself.
I thought I could give her just the tip.
But every inch of my body is screaming at me to bury myself inside her, fill her with my cum, then watch as it drips from her pretty cunt.
Her lips tip upwards. ‘You feel so fucking good, sir.’
The little brat smirks at me like she can sense I’m wavering.
I pull out, then nudge back in slowly. She moans and writhes beneath me. ‘Lie still,’ I growl, and her lips stretch wider.
Some submissive she’s going to make, yet part of me loves her defiance. Loves the way she’s testing me. Hell, I love every damn thing about her.
I need to come.
And I need it now.
I drag myself out of her, and she whimpers. ‘I’m going to come all over your transcendent tits, baby.’ I haul myself from on top of her body, stand, then free her wrists from the restraints. ‘Stroke your pussy for me.’
I free her wrists, then wrap my hands around my swollen cock and pump. She rocks up to a sitting position, spreads her thighs wide and fucks herself with her fingers.
It takes mere seconds until my release rips through me. White hot pleasure bursts all over my body. My balls tighten. Then hot ropes of cum hit her tits, and she cries out as her own orgasm consumes her.
I drag my fingers through the mess I made on her chest, swirling it around each nipple, marking her as mine.
Because she is mine.
She will agree to my conditions.
Because there’s no other alternative for either of us.
And from the emotions flitting over her face, she’s beginning to realise it.
‘You were fucking phenomenal.’ I press a kiss to her temple, and she smiles. ‘I’ll go get your dress and we’ll get you cleaned up. Then I’m taking you to bed.’ I glance at my cracked knuckles. It’s been one hell of a day.
‘Can I ask a question?’ She tips her head to the side.
‘Sure.’
‘Why don’t you wear a mask down here when some of the others do? Do you want them to fear you?’
‘That’s not fear. That’s respect. And as for the mask? This place is the only place, other than our house, where I don’t have to wear one.’