85. Kiera
KIERA
I’d been certain that this was a fool-proof spot. As far as I was aware, neither of my angels knew about this rickety old dumbwaiter — at least, I’d never seen them use it. Shoved into the back of the pantry, it was too awkward to be helpful, especially with only the four of us in the house.
Once I’d made it fifteen minutes without anyone trying the kitchen, I was already starting to plot what kind of favor I’d ask them for. Using it on sex was a waste — clearly, I could get that from them any time I wanted. And they already took care of most of my cooking and cleaning…
Maybe I can get them to fuck with Dom for me. Serves them right for being so smug.
But I was shocked when I heard footsteps approaching the kitchen, pacing circles around the island. And I was even more shocked when it was not one of my hunters, but Dom who greeted me with a sickening grin.
No, not shocked — fucking terrified.
I scrambled out of the dumbwaiter, falling right to the ground at her feet. I hadn’t even considered the possibility that Dom might be the one to find me. She wasn’t supposed to be home for hours. But being this vulnerable in front of her was humiliating.
I rushed to my feet, lifting a hand to cover my bare chest. But before I could even try to explain, her gaze dropped down to my arm. “Don’t do that.”
Prickling under her gaze, I lowered my arms, letting Dom take in my exposed body.
She hadn’t seen me fully nude since my Initiation. And back then, she’d abstained from taking advantage. But now…
I gulped hard, trying to hold my chin high as I explained. “We were playing a game?—”
“I know exactly what you were doing,” she chuckled under her breath.
The teasing in her tone sent a chill down my spine. Usually, she was a snarling monster, crushing the first sign of happiness between her teeth. But now, I couldn’t tell if she was angry or horny.
Fuck, I can’t tell if I’m horny or scared.
But before I could figure it out, Dom slammed her palm against the wall, scaring me enough to send me stumbling back against the wall. She leaned closer, caging me with her ropey, tattooed arm as she hissed. “You know the rules of the game, right?”
As I nodded, her free hand grazed down my side, tugging at the elastic of my thong.
“Then get on your knees,” she chuckled, letting the elastic snap hard against my hip.
I did as she said, kneeling while she unbuckled her belt and trousers to reveal the massive cock she’d been packing. My throat tightened at the sight of it — that thing was massive, nearly the size of my fucking forearm, and thick too.
But I hardly had a second to look at it before Dom was thrusting it between my lips. Her grip in my hair was tight, tilting my head back so that she could shove it in deeper. “Let me hear you choke on it, Viper.”
Granting that request was involuntarily. If this thing had felt big in my pussy, then holy shit was it massive going down my throat. I dug my nails into her hip, choking and gagging for good measure as she filled my airway.
I knew my throat would be raw tomorrow, but I didn’t stop, letting her fuck my face as long and as hard as she liked. I knew she was trying to break me, and I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of winning so easily.
Just when I was starting to think that she was through, though, Dom pulled her cock from my mouth, letting it drag down my lips and chest as she bent to grab my arm. “Up.”
I didn’t stand so much as I was dragged off of my knees, and I was barely upright before Dom was shoving me up against a shelf and ripping the thong right off of my body. Every part of me was ready to give in to her, loving how she was just taking me.
Kicking my feet apart, she shoved a finger deep inside of my pussy.
“Holy sh—” I gasped, biting my lip before the expletive could slip from my mouth.
But as she pulled her finger out, examining the excitement absolutely coating her hand, all Dom could manage was a disappointed grimace. “You can do better.”
Without warning, she sank her fingers back inside of me, three at a time, slamming her palm against my clit with each thrust.
“Oh fuck!” I whimpered, ditching any illusion that I could bite back my words. It was hard enough to breathe as she ravaged my pussy, stretching her fingers inside of me as her palm rubbed my sensitive clit.
“Louder,” she murmured, sinking her teeth into my shoulder.
“FUCK!” I slammed my fists against her back, struggling to writhe from her grasp.
“You’re not going anywhere, Kiera,” she chuckled. Her voice prickled my skin as she went in for another bite, this time in the side of my neck.
“DOM!” I shrieked. She was going to bruise me. Fuck, she might make me bleed. The pain almost made me forget what her fingers were doing between my thighs. Though it seemed with each stroke, she slid in even easier than the last.
“Consider this payback,” Dom growled. “For what you did to my hand.”
Biting my shoulder once more, she plunged her cock inside of me, stretching me to my limit. Thank god she’d fingered me first, or I might not have been able to take her without tearing.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I screamed, scraping my nails down her back.
Without slowing, she grabbed my chin, slamming my head against the shelf. “Tell me how much you like it, or shut your fucking mouth.”
As she pounded into me, I bit her hand to muffle my screams. My teeth pressed into the scar I’d left all those months ago, hoping to draw old blood.
But Dom ripped her hand away, pinning me by the throat instead. “Tell me, Kiera.”
She pulled her strap out, slapping my pussy before plunging back in. “Tell me you fucking like it.”
“I… I…” As her grip tightened at the sides of my throat, I could hardly think, could hardly fight back the words that had been so desperately clawing at the back of my throat all these weeks. “Fffuck, I love it.”
Dom slammed into me. “Again.”
“I love it, Dom. I love it!” My eyes rolled back as she squeezed tighter again.
A few more seconds of pressure, and I’d probably faint. But she was in a fucking trance, and I wasn’t sure that my losing consciousness would stop her. I wasn’t sure that I wanted it to.
Just as the black edges began to fade into my vision, though, she let go, using her hands to lift me higher, wrapping my legs around her hips as she finished me.
“Come for me. I want to feel you dripping,” she growled.
The command was easy to follow. She bounced me on her cock, letting the base slam hard against my clit with each thrust until my eyes were rolling back. “Oh god, Dom. Oh god. Oh!”
I screwed my eyes shut, biting into her shoulder as an animalistic scream ripped straight from my core.
“FfffUCK!” I hollered, slamming my fists against her back and her shoulders and her chest as my body started to quake.
Dom didn’t slow, keeping her pace as I grunted through the last of my climax and turned into a shivering mess in her arms.
My heart ached for her, knowing that she could handle all of my worst parts. The screaming, the crying, the violence I’d kept locked away. Dom knew it was there and she was willing to put it all on her shoulders.
The sound of my orgasm had been enough to summon my angels, whose alarm turned to disappointment as they swung open the pantry door.
“How the fuck—?” Spencer muttered.
But Dom simply pulled out of me and dropped me on the floor for them to take care of.
Dom doesn’t do dirty work.
My angels rushed to my side, cradling me in their arms and wiping the sweat away from my face. But Dom’s shit-eating grin as she pushed past them was unmissable.
“Game’s over. I win.”