Chapter 20 #3
"Don't." My fingers dig into his side. "Don't be polite to women who touch you like that."
His eyes darken. "Like what?"
"Like they want you. Like they think you're available."
"I'm not available."
"I know. But she didn't know that."
He lowers his mouth to my ear and I shiver at his breath on my skin.
“You want to mark me? Make sure everyone knows I'm taken?"
"Yes."
"Hmm I like you jealous, brings out your feisty side."
Before I can respond, another voice interrupts.
"Excuse me?"
I turn to find another woman, this time I would say mid-thirties, dark hair, expensive jewelry. She's looking at Dom with obvious interest. I didn’t realize I had put Dom on display for purchase too.
"I'm sorry to interrupt," she says, not sounding sorry at all. "But I was wondering if you are related to the artist? Or friends? You are the youngest people here and have that vibe?"
My jaw clenches to stop myself from breaking character. Dom's hand slides from my waist to the small of my back, pressing me against him. "No, we are only fans of their work."
"Really? That’s a shame."
She steps closer, her eyes traveling over him appreciatively. "I don’t mean to be forward, but you would make an incredible subject for photography."
"He's not available," I say, my voice sharp enough to cut.
She finally looks at me like she hadn’t noticed I was here, and her smile is condescending. "I wasn't propositioning him, this is an art event and I think he would make a great subject."
"Observe someone else."
Dom's hand tightens on my back, and I’m not sure if it’s a warning or encouragement. The woman's smile falters at my sharpness, obviously not used to being spoken back to.
"Right. Well, enjoy the exhibition."
She walks away and I'm shaking with anger. Is this whore night tonight?
"Roxy," Dom murmurs.
"Don't."
"You're about two seconds from causing a scene."
"Good. Maybe then they'll stop looking at you like…"
"Like what?"
"Like they can have you. You’re not for sale."
His hand slides into my hair, gripping gently.
"I’m already claimed, baby. Everyone here can see that."
"They're not seeing it enough, clearly. That was two women within the space of ten minutes."
"Then make them see it."
I turn in his arms, pressing my body against his, my hands sliding up his chest to rest on his shoulders.
To anyone watching, it's just an affectionate moment between a couple.
But the way I'm looking at him, the possession I know is in my eyes and the territorial claim in my touch, it’s not affectionate.
It’s ownership.
"Mine," I whisper.
"Yours."
"Say it louder."
"We're in public, Roxy."
"I don't care. Say it."
His eyes flash with hunger
"Yours. I'm yours. Only yours."
I kiss him then, and I don’t care if it’s socially acceptable. Get the hint ladies, he’s taken. When we break apart, I can feel eyes on us. Good. Let them watch.
Let them see that he's mine.
By 8pm, eight pieces have sold. I watch the red dots multiply, equating to thirty-two thousand dollars in sales.
But I can barely focus on the success because I'm still vibrating with jealousy. I never knew I had this side to me, I actually think I’m worse than Dom.
Speaking of Dom, that man hasn't left my side since the second woman approached him.
His hand stays on my waist, my hip, the small of my back. Constant contact and reassurance.
A third woman tries to approach near the wine table, young, pretty, wearing gallery-black and an interested smile.The alcohol is loosening morals. I don’t have to worry as when Dom sees her coming, he turns away before she can speak, pulling me toward the exit.
"We're leaving," he says quietly.
"But what about the rest of the exhibition?"
"It’s fine. You've heard enough. And if one more woman looks at me like that, you're going to do something we'll regret."
He's right. I'm about two seconds away from causing a scene. We slip out into the Brooklyn night, the cool air hitting my flushed skin.
"Let’s get back to the hotel," Dom says. We don't speak in the cab, but we sit pressed together, my hand on his thigh, his arm around my shoulders.
The hotel room door slams shut behind me with a force that rattles the frame. I whirl on Dom before he can even toss his keys on the dresser, and I know my eyes are blazing with barely contained fury.
"Those fucking women," I hissed, stalking toward him with predatory intent. "Did you see them? That bitch with her hand on your arm, acting like I wasn’t there."
"I know, baby," he says calmly, his eyes tracking my movements with dark amusement. The fucker is loving this.
"They wanted you," I say, as I grab his shirt and yank him closer.
"And what are you going to do about it?" he challenges, his voice low and dangerous.
"I'm going to mark every inch of you," I whisper. "I'm going to make sure everyone knows you're taken."
I crash my mouth against his, kissing him with bruising intensity, my teeth catching his bottom lip hard enough to draw a groan from his throat. My hands tear at his shirt, desperate to get to his skin, to claim what is mine.
Dom lets me have my moment of control, letting me rip his shirt open and shove it off his shoulders. Then he grabs my hair and yanks my head back, exposing my throat.
"You want to mark me, baby?" he asks, his voice rough. "Then get on your fucking knees and show me how much you want it."
But I wasn't ready to submit yet. Instead I surprise him by pushing him backward onto the bed and climb on top of him, straddling his hips. My mouth descends onto his neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin, working a dark hickey into his flesh.
"Fuck," he groans, his hands gripping my hips as I marked him. "That's it. Mark me up."
I move to another spot, sucking harder, my teeth grazing his skin.
I can feel his pulse racing under my lips as I work bruise after bruise into his neck, his collarbone, the strong column of his throat.
My greedy hands roam over his chest, my nails dragging down his skin, leaving red trails.
I continue to move lower, my mouth finding his chest, sucking a dark mark just above his nipple.
My tongue flicks over the sensitive peak and Dom's hips jerk beneath me.
"Goddamn," he pants. "You're fucking hungry for it, aren't you?"
"Yes," I say, moving to his other pec, marking him there too. I suck hickeys across his chest, his shoulders, anywhere I can reach. I want him covered in my marks, I want every woman who looks at him to know he is taken.
"My turn," Dom says suddenly, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that makes my pussy clench. He flips me onto my back with effortless strength and begins stripping me out of my dress, leaving me just in my underwear.
He gets off the bed and removes the rest of his clothes with deliberate slowness, letting my watch as he reveals his strong chest, his hard cock already thick and ready for me.
"You've had your fun. Now I'm going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours."
I unhook my bra, freeing my large breasts as he approaches me on the bed. They spill out, heavy and full, my nipples already hard peaks. Dom's eyes darken with lust as he stares at them.
"Fuck, these tits," he growls, grabbing them roughly, squeezing the soft flesh. "So fucking big and perfect."
He positions himself over me, his knees on either side of my chest, his hard cock jutting toward my face. My mouth waters at the sight of him, thick and long, the head already glistening with precum.
"Open that jealous mouth," he commands, gripping his cock at the base. "Show me what a good little cock-slut you are."
I open my mouth eagerly, and Dom pushes his cock between my lips. The taste of him explodes on my tongue, all salty, masculine and completely intoxicating. I moan around his length as he begins to thrust, fucking my mouth with slow, deliberate moves.
"That's it," he groans, his hands tangling in my hair. "Take my cock. Take it all the way down your throat."
He pushes deeper, and I relax my throat, letting him slide in until my nose is pressed against his pelvis. I can feel him throbbing in my throat, and I gag slightly, but I don't pull back. I wanted to take all of him, to show him how good I can be.
"Fuck yes," he groans, holding my head in place. "Such a good little slut, taking my whole cock like that."
He pulls back and thrusts in again, setting a rhythm that has my eyes watering. I moan around his cock, the vibrations making him curse. Saliva is dripping down my chin now, making a mess, and my chest heaves with each breath.
"You love this, don't you?" he growls. "Love having your mouth stuffed full of cock.”
I can only moan in response, my pussy dripping wet, soaking through my panties. The combination of his cock in my mouth and his dirty talk is driving me wild.
"Fuck, I'm going to cum down your throat," he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. "You're going to swallow every fucking drop like a good cum-slut." But at the last second, he pulls out, his cock slipping from my lips with a wet pop. I gasp for air, my body trembling with need.
"Not yet," Dom says, his voice strained. "I want to taste this pussy first and make you scream before I fill you up."
He moves down my body, yanking off my drenched panties, and spreads my thighs wide. I know my pussy is glistening, swollen and pink, my arousal coating my inner thighs. I can feel it.
"Look at this wet cunt," he says, running his fingers through my folds. "So fucking soaked. You got this wet just from sucking my cock?"
"Yes," I gasp. "Please, I need your mouth on me."
"Beg for it," he says. "Beg me to eat this pussy."
"Please," I whimper. "Please eat my pussy. I need your tongue on my clit, I need you to make me cum. Please, I'm begging you."
"That's better," he says, and then his mouth is on me.