Page 38 of A Lethal Game of Trust

But with Dom…

My hands forced down the rest of his shorts and boxers until they pooled at his ankles. He didn’t bother to step out of them. I didn’t give him the option because I was lightly running thetips of my fingers up his length. At my touch, his cock twitched and a smile graced my face.

Somewhere deep, deep down, I was nervous. But I ignored it, maybe buying myself some time by teasing him as my touch glided down one of the protruding veins to his balls, where I cupped them gently.

“I said taste, not tease.”

If there was anything I was good at, though, it was teasing. Slowly, I wrapped my hand around him and shook my head when my little finger and thumb didn’t quite meet.

“You don’t look impressed,” he noted with a hint of anger as I moved my hand up and down.

“Quite the contrary,” I said and dipped my head to lick the head of his cock. “I’m petrified.”

“Mmm,” he moaned. “Take it all.”

Take itall?

Mad man. He’d clearly never sucked a dick in his life. Never deepthroated an ice lolly.

I bowed my head, taking him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the ridge as my fist continued to pump up and down. And then I did something I’d never had the guts to do before. But I wanted to. For him.

I looked up.

His mouth was parted slightly, his chest rising and falling with more power than usual but his eyes were full of a deep hunger.

I wanted him to swallow me whole.

Instead, I took more of him in my mouth, reaching around to hold those perky ass cheeks to keep my grip as I slid him down my throat. He was too fucking big, my jaw might actually unhinge. But I kept going, as far as I could and then on thenext dip, I went further still, until I found a pace I was happy with and lost myself to the motion.

Lost myself to his grunts.

“Fuck, yes, baby.”

Baby.

I’d never heard him use a pet name on anyone other than when he sneered ‘Leonie Lion’. Let alonebaby. I tried to think through all the times I’d seen him with Mia, but no, he’d only ever called her by her name.

Clearly, I let my pace slip with my thoughts and he wrapped my hair around his fist before thrusting into my mouth, faster than before.

My grip on him slipped to his thighs, mostly to keep myself upright.

He fucked my mouth with a vigour so hard that every thought evaporated. There was just the feel of him down my throat, the sound of my chokes and the tears spilling from my eyes.

Until he said, “I have every mind to come down your throat and give you nothing for the attitude you gave me.”

But his threat turned me on more. I needed to prove my worth, he had towantto fuck me.

My knees shuffled apart because my knickers were so damp they were cold against where I throbbed.

My eyes snapped up to him as his rhythm faltered and I worried he might make good on his threat. I needed something to take the edge off, so I lifted my top and bra — that he’d unclasped so long ago — and pulled and twisted my nipples. When our eyes met, his metre faltered again and his grip on my hair tightened.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” he challenged butthere was no real threat in his raspy voice, too caught up in the sensation of my touch. “Fuck Leo, if your mouth is this good, I can’t wait to break in your pussy.”

The moan that hummed in my throat vibrated against his cock and he threw his head back as he grunted. With two more thrusts, he let go and pushed me off until I fell back on my palms.

“Stand.”

I followed his instruction the second he gave it. It was automatic.