14. Mina #2
When his finger moves so low that the top of my pink lacy panties shows, I swallow my breath and glance up at him.
They bought me all these pretty things, and I’m suddenly very happy I changed.
They make me feel more confident and it feels good to feel pretty for once.
This particular pair of panties is a thong, so it kinda feels like I’m naked under the skirt.
By the look in Dom’s eyes, he might know that. Maybe he even chose this pair.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, his finger unmoving.
“Fine. Good,” I whisper, afraid of him moving closer but also afraid of him moving away.
“You know, Kitten, we see how patient you’ve been with us since you got home. I know you don’t fully understand what’s going on here and you’ve been a good girl to wait for us. We needed you to heal. Your safety is the most important thing. You understand?”
“Not really.” His words make my core tighten. Praise from him is like a ray of sunshine on my face for the first time in weeks.
He smiles. “Come.” He holds his hand out and I take it as he leads me over to the couch. He has me sit beside him, and we turn to face each other. He holds my hand in his and runs his thumb over it, back and forth.
“I want to ask you something, okay?” I nod.
“You were unexpected. Never before have I felt the instant connection I had with you when you walked into our house. Every moment I’ve spent with you since, those feelings have grown. You’re smart, sweet, kind, and beautiful, and I can’t help myself from falling in love with you.”
I inhale sharply at his confession, mirroring my own thoughts. He loves me?
“I feel like ‘love’ is too small a word for the bond we share, but I want—no, I need—to make you mine, ours. Will you let me call you my girlfriend?”
I gasp. I did not expect that. I just came to the conclusion that they didn’t want anything, and now this. What about the others? I can’t forget them, and I can’t choose Dom over them.
“What do you mean by ‘ours’?” I ask carefully.
He smiles at my question.
“Well, Kitten, let’s just say that if you wanted to pursue something with my brothers too, I would be okay with that. As long as it’s only them, and no others. That goes for us too, we wouldn’t date any other women, just you.”
Could he really be asking for my exact dream right now?
“But I’m not asking for my brothers, I’m asking for me. Mina, Kitten. Please say you’ll be mine.”
I stare at him with my jaw hanging open like an idiot. I’m not sure this can be actually happening right now, I must be dreaming, right? But as I stare into his pale blue eyes and see the hope there, only one word comes to mind.
“Yes.”
Suddenly, I’m pushed backward on the couch with Dom looming over me, crashing his mouth to mine. His tongue forces its way in, showing his confidence, and it’s sexy as hell. He dominates my mouth and makes me groan. I wrap my arms and legs around him to pull him closer.
He tastes like cinnamon, and it’s intoxicating.
I battle his tongue with my own as our lips seek each other.
My hips start moving on their own, slowly grinding into him.
A huge bulge presses against my thigh, and I can’t stop my body from moving to rub that part of him against my core.
Thanks to my skirt hiking up on its own, the only thing between us is his jeans and my panties.
He growls into my mouth when my core finally makes solid contact with him. His hand grips my hip, helping to move my body against him. I whimper as a strong pressure rises inside me.
“Fuck, baby. You taste so good.” Dom pulls back from my mouth and starts kissing down my neck. I throw my head back as the hand on my hip slides down my leg, then back up under my skirt. His thumb plays with the side of my panties, and I start grinding against him faster.
“Dom,” I cry.
“Baby, I can barely control myself around you. That’s it, grind your tight little body against me. Use me to seek your pleasure,” he says, pulling my hip harder against him.
“Dom!”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I need—need…”
“Say it,” he growls.
“More. You. I want you.”
He growls in my ear, then sucks on my earlobe. “Kitten, you aren’t ready for that yet.”
“Says who?”
He keeps grinding himself into me but pulls back to look me in the eyes. “Are you a virgin, Kitten?”
I lick my lips and nod as I speak. “I think so.”
A flash of pain crosses his face as he stops his movement.
“No, please don’t stop,” I beg, reaching for him.
“Someone has touched you there, without your permission.” He doesn’t ask, but I nod anyway. I look of anger crosses his features and he clenches his jaw.
“I need to know, so I know what might trigger you. Will you tell me what they touched you with, that makes you unsure if you’re a virgin?”
“Fingers,” I whisper, trying not to flashback to those horrible memories.
“Did you bleed?” he asks through clenched teeth, clearly trying to hold it together.
I shake my head in response, afraid to speak.
“Okay, then you’re still a virgin. But even if you had bled, it wouldn’t matter. You know that? Whatever you tell me about your past won’t make me love you any less.”
“I love you too, Dominic.” Saying his full name feels right for this moment, and by the satisfied look on his face, I’d say I did the right thing. He presses his lips to mine and kisses me fiercely, helping me to grind myself against him again.
After a few minutes, he pulls back as we both pant heavily. His eyes roam my face as he asks, “you have to tell me if you need me to stop, promise me?”
“I promise,” I whisper as I grind against his jeans, wishing they were gone.
A scary smile crosses his face, sending shivers down my spine.
“If you want me, I’m going to have to prepare you first so I don’t hurt you. You’ll have to do as I say. Can you do that for me?” he asks, his fingers trailing the edge of my panties, getting very close to my core.
“Yes,” I gasp desperately.
He pushes his fingers into my panties and along my core, gathering the liquid there.
“Oh my, what a wet girl you are for me.” He uses his wet fingers to rub my clit, and I cry out in pleasure. “Yes, that’s it, Kitten. I want to hear that sexy voice of yours.” He rubs faster.
“Dom!” I cry as the pressure gets tighter and tighter.
“Don’t hold it back, just let it out. Have you ever had an orgasm before?” I shake my head, and he grins.
“Mmm, good girl. I’m gonna be the first to give you one.
Right now. Come for me, Kitten,” he commands as he sticks his fingers inside me while his thumb aggressively rubs my clit.
I expect it to feel violating and bring flashbacks, but it doesn’t.
It feels nothing like what I’ve experienced before.
Within seconds, it sends me over a cliff I didn’t see as I scream out in pleasure.
My whole body shakes as lightning shoots through me.
I throw my head back as the convulsing continues and gasp when I notice Atlas leaning one hand against the wall and the other holding his obvious erection through his pants.
“You gonna keep standing there touching yourself, or are you going to come join us?” Dom asks.
My breath quickens as Atlas strolls closer to me.
Dom hasn’t moved his fingers away, but instead he very slowly keeps pumping them inside of me and gently strokes my clit.
I squirm under him as Atlas moves to my side and kneels on the floor, taking both my hands in his.
“Malishka. The moment I met you, I had this strong urge to protect you. Not just that, but I felt deep in my gut that you belong with me, with us. All I wanted to do was wrap you up tight and keep you with me all the time. Your body and your soul radiate kindness and beauty. I love you, Malishka, and I want you to be mine, too. Say yes, let me, us, worship you and your body. Show you how you really deserve to be treated by those who love you.”
That’s the most I’d ever heard him speak, and it had my eyes welling with tears. I had no idea they felt like this.