17. Dominic #2
I lifted her, carrying her down the hallway to my bedroom, the space I’d kept pristine and untouched because I’d been waiting for this; for her, for the moment when I could claim her completely in the place where I slept and dreamed and existed in my most vulnerable state.
I laid her down on the dark sheets, her body pale and perfect against the charcoal fabric, her hair spread out like silk, her eyes watching me with an intensity that made my chest tight.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered, my hands sliding up her thighs, spreading her legs, positioning her exactly how I wanted her. “And you’re mine. Every inch of you belongs to me.”
“Yes,” she breathed, her back arching as my fingers found her center, already wet, already ready for me. “Yes, Dominic. Yours.”
I settled between her thighs, my mouth replacing my fingers, my tongue sliding through her folds with deliberate slowness.
She tasted like salt and arousal and something uniquely her, and the sound she made when I found her clit was the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard.
I worked her with my mouth, my tongue circling and flicking and sucking, my hands gripping her thighs hard enough to leave marks, holding her open for me, keeping her exactly where I wanted her.
“Mine,” I growled against her pussy, the word vibrating through her sensitive flesh. “This is mine. Your pleasure is mine. Your body is mine. Say it.”
“Yours,” she gasped, her hands fisting in my hair, her hips rolling against my mouth. “It’s yours, Dominic. All of it.”
I slid two fingers inside her, curling them to find the spot that made her cry out, my mouth never leaving her clit.
She was tight, so fucking tight, her inner walls clenching around my fingers as I worked her closer to the edge.
I could feel her getting wetter, could taste her arousal increasing, could hear the desperation in her breathing as she climbed higher.
“Come for me,” I commanded, my voice muffled against her flesh. “Come on my tongue, Elena. Show me you’re mine.”
She obeyed with a cry that was half sob, half scream, her body convulsing, her thighs trembling, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my fingers as her orgasm crashed through her.
I didn’t stop, didn’t give her time to recover, just kept working her through it until she was gasping and boneless and completely at my mercy.
Only then did I pull back, my mouth and chin wet with her, my cock so hard it was painful.
I stripped away the rest of my clothes with mechanical efficiency, my body responding to hers with an urgency that bypassed thought.
When I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick heat, we both groaned at the contact.
“Look at me,” I demanded, waiting until her eyes met mine. “I want you to see who’s claiming you. I want you to know exactly who you belong to.”
I entered her with a single thrust that made her gasp, her back arching off the bed, her hands gripping my shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
The sensation of being inside her was overwhelming; the tight heat of her pussy gripping my cock, the way her body stretched to accommodate me, the absolute perfection of being joined with her like this.
I was buried to the hilt, my cock filling her completely, and the look on her face was pure ecstasy mixed with something darker, more primal.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my hips pulling back before slamming forward again. “You feel so fucking good. So tight. So perfect. Made for me.”
I set a rhythm that was punishing, relentless, designed to erase every memory of yesterday except this moment, this connection, this absolute certainty that she belonged to me.
My cock drove into her again and again, each thrust deeper than the last, each movement a claim, a promise, a vow.
Her breasts bounced with the force of my thrusts, her nipples hard and begging for attention, and I leaned down to capture one in my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her cry out.
“Mine,” I whispered against her skin, my teeth grazing her nipple.
“These are mine. Your tits, your pussy, your mouth, your pleasure; all of it belongs to me. No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to know what you look like when you come apart on my cock.”
“Yes,” she gasped, her voice broken, desperate, exactly what I needed to hear. “Yes, Dominic. Yours. Only yours. I’m only yours.”
I changed the angle, hooking her leg over my shoulder, driving even deeper, hitting the spot inside her that made her scream.
My hand slid between us, my thumb finding her clit, circling it with firm pressure as my cock continued its relentless assault.
The pleasure built with devastating speed, her body tightening around me, her inner walls clenching, her breath coming in gasps that suggested she was close to the edge again.
“That’s it,” I growled, my voice rough with command and possession. “Feel me inside you. Feel how deep I am. Feel how completely I’m claiming you. You’re mine, Elena. Mine to fuck, mine to protect, mine to keep. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she sobbed, her nails digging into my back, her body trembling beneath me. “I’m yours to fuck, yours to keep, yours completely. Please, Dominic. Please.”
“Come for me,” I demanded, my thumb pressing harder against her clit, my cock driving into her with brutal precision. “Come on my cock, Elena. Show me you’re mine. Show me who owns this pussy.”
She obeyed with a scream that was half pleasure, half relief, her body convulsing beneath me, her pussy clenching so tight around my cock I could barely move.
The sensation was overwhelming, the rhythmic pulsing of her orgasm milking me, pulling me deeper, demanding my own release.
I followed moments later with a roar that was pure possession, my cock pulsing inside her, filling her with my cum, marking her from the inside out as mine.
I collapsed on top of her, my weight pressing her into the mattress, my cock still buried inside her, my body still trembling with the aftermath of the most intense orgasm of my life.
I could feel my cum leaking out around my cock, could feel her pussy still fluttering with aftershocks, could hear her ragged breathing matching my own.
“I love you,” I whispered against her neck, my lips finding her pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath my mouth.
“I love you, and you’re mine. Do you understand?
You’re mine, Elena. Your body is mine. Your pleasure is mine.
Your safety is mine. Everything about you belongs to me, and I’m never letting you go. Never again.”
“I love you too,” she breathed, her voice soft, exhausted, accepting. “I love you, and I’m yours. Completely yours. For now, for as long as you need me to be, I’m yours.”
I pulled back enough to look at her face, my hand cupping her cheek, my thumb brushing away the tears that had leaked from the corners of her eyes.
She was beautiful like this—flushed and satisfied and marked by me, her lips swollen from my kisses, her neck bearing the evidence of my mouth, her body still trembling with the aftermath of what we’d just done.
“Not just for now,” I corrected, my voice firm, possessive, leaving no room for argument. “Not just for as long as I need you. Forever, Elena. You’re mine forever. That’s not negotiable.”
She smiled, the expression tired but genuine, and nodded. “Forever,” she agreed, her hand coming up to cover mine. “I’m yours forever.”
The qualification she’d tried to add, “for as long as you need me to be”, had been erased, replaced with the permanence I demanded.
It should have bothered me that I’d pushed for that, that I’d demanded forever when we were both still processing trauma and violation and the complicated dynamics of our relationship.
In that moment, with my cock still inside her, with my cum marking her as mine, with the absolute certainty that I’d do anything to keep her safe, the concern felt irrelevant.
She was mine. Forever. That was all that mattered.
Everything else could wait.