72. Kiera #2
I knew I could’ve protested, could’ve shouted and the bartender would have come back into the car. Even if I told Dom no, and really meant it, she would’ve left me here and disappeared into the night.
But I wanted her, despite myself.
“Fuck you, Dom.” I hissed back at her as she pried my thighs apart and lifted my dress with one hand. I squirmed under her touch, afraid of what that snake between her legs might do to me. After what she was capable of at my initiation, I knew I’d woken a real beast.
Time for my punishment.
Her rough hand reached for the seamless purple thong that was hiding under my red dress. Dom pulled my underwear down my thigh, reaching for her trouser’s clasp and pulling out her strap.
As soon as she released it, I felt the thick head tap along my slick pussy. My dancing with my two angels in the Station had me primed already. Something I was sure Dom was going to say was her doing.
And maybe it was. I couldn’t deny that the feeling of her length between my lips made my body shudder.
I’d finally ripped her open, pulled that passion from her sealed-up heart, and made her show me the ugly parts. It was all the proof I needed.
Dom wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.
Now that she had me where she demanded me, she let my hands free, instead bringing the hand to my hips. Her grip was ironclad as she pulled my pussy onto her cock.
“FUCK.” I groaned as she thrust her entire length into me. My pussy was eager to take all of her. Something I wanted to curse my body for.
“All that fussing just because you wanted a dicking this badly, Viper.”
My hands spread apart, trying to stabilize myself against the bar. But my palms and fingers slipped in the spilled whiskey. Small shards of glass glittered along the wood counter. I reached for the opposite edge of the wood, hoping I could claw myself away from her if I wanted to escape her wrath.
But I knew there was no running from this. I had let her take me, and now I was her plaything. Like a tiger with a mouse between its paws.
As I tried to pull my body from hers, Dom gripped my hips harder and forced me closer. “My pleasure and my pain, Kiera.” She growled as she pressed deeper inside of me. My lips spread for her, my channel opening wide as she made room for herself.
Unlike Leo, Dom didn’t give a fuck if she ripped my joints from their sockets. She was going to have me how she wanted me, consequences be damned.
Her rhythm picked up quickly as she pounded into me, deep growls of pleasure coming from her chest as she finally took control of me.
I’d known that it was what she wanted all along. And the thought that she’d been toying with me sent a wave of rage through my body again.
I won’t be tamed by her.
I ripped my hand from the bar, stretching to reach behind me and letting my long nails rip at the white dress shirt she’d kept buttoned up. I felt her skin tearing under my fingers as I slashed one of the buttons open.
Dom’s wince turned to a roar as she felt the sting of my own rage. But the pain didn’t stop her. Instead, it made her more intent on destroying me.
My ass slammed into her hips as she dug deeper and deeper into me with her thick cock. Peering over my shoulder, I caught a glimpse of her chest through the ripped shirt. Red slashes crossed over the smattering of tattoos on her pecs, a drop of red forming at the base of each cut.
Trying to limit my movement, she pressed one of her palms into my spine, forcing my body harder into the counter.
As her thrusts intensified, I felt like she was going to tear me open. At this point, I wasn’t sure I’d even have a pussy left when she finally relented.
“Be a good girl and come on my cock.” Dom grunted, her force started to lift me off my feet as her hips took my weight.
I wasn’t going to have a choice as my body neared my climax. Despite every instinct in my mind, I wanted Dom more than I wanted air.
As she stretched me wide, tears welled in my eyes. Dom’s piercing blue eyes stayed peeled on my face as a single droplet fell down my cheek.
I was being fucked into oblivion, my mouth hanging open as drool spilled from my mouth and onto the counter. A ragdoll in her hands, I let myself be taken by her. She was all encompassing, every part of me overwhelmed by her .
My pussy tightened around her strap, the thick shaft pushing farther inside. And then I released, my body unable to stop itself from feeling the full extent of her pleasure.
At the same time, Dom’s groans turned to loud moans as she came too.
As soon as she was finished, and before my own quaking could subside, Dom ripped herself away from me. A cold cavern left where Dom had stretched me.
The sound of her zipper made my body collapse into the counter as she pushed off of me.
“Maybe that will be enough to keep my little fucking prisoner quiet.” She hissed before leaving the train car.
I was left in the silence of the bar after the slam of the vestibule door. Catching my own gaze in the mirror, a wave of embarrassment washed over me as I realized what I’d done. I’d let her have me, despite everything she’d done to me.
Maybe it wasn’t embarrassment. Maybe the throbbing between my legs and flush of my cheeks was just satisfaction.
I looked down at my hands, my fingers trembling as I tried to steady myself.
The bartender walked into the car from the opposite end, her voice jarring me. “You okay, Miss?” Her brow was furrowed as she examined the damage. Drops of whiskey still seeped down the mirror, shards of glass scattered around the car.
And then there was me, a complete mess in front of her. My dress was wrinkled, my underwear halfway down my legs. Black smudges of mascara outlined my eyes, and Dom’s shirt button still lay on the carpet.
Ignoring the racing in my chest, I nodded and wiped the makeup from under my eyes. “Yeah, thanks.” Then I noticed the stack of bills Dom had left on the counter. Hopefully enough of a tip to make the cleanup easier.
Not that there’s enough money in the world to make up for the humiliating scene she just walked in on.
I wasn’t going to linger in the aftermath. Instead, I pulled together what was left of my clothes and I hustled myself down the hallway, back toward our cabin car where Leo and Spencer would be waiting for me.
With each step, my mind raced with everything I’d done.
Dom wanted me. Which meant all of her nonchalance was bullshit. She did care.
And all of her avoidance had just been a shitty attempt at hiding her lie.