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Dominic

T he night air has a chill, and I see goosebumps trailing up and down her arms as she sits pretty in my passenger seat. This car is old, a classic. Gwen, with her hair whipping in the wind, looks like something out of 1950s Hollywood a sight that will never leave my mind. That, and the vision of her bent over the hood, knuckles deep in her pussy. That one’s burned into my memory now.

“Tell me, darling, are you ready for the night to end, or do you want to continue this at my place?” She looks at me, torn. I know that orgasm she had earlier won’t satisfy her hunger. The real question is whether she’s ready for this journey because once I have her to myself, I won’t be letting her go.

“Could you take me to work tomorrow if I go home with you?” she asks, turning her head shyly. I grin. “I can do anything for you, princess.” She thinks I’m just saying that to get some ass. Maybe that’s part of it, but the truth is, I’d do anything she asked except leave her alone. That’s something I just won’t do. As of tonight, she has no idea she’s walking into the lion’s den, and right now, I feel like a starved beast ready for the kill.

When we pull up to my place, her eyes scan the dark, rustic, almost foreboding brick house. The gate is closed. I roll the window down, punch in the code, and the iron gates glide open, revealing the long driveway and the vehicles parked by the entrance my car, my motorcycle. She turns to me, crossing her arms.

“Are you like a billionaire or something?” I exhale through my nose, amused. “I do well for myself. Self-made businessman.” I get out, walk over, and open her door. Her heels click against the pavement as she steps out, taking a slow look around. She’s curious but there’s nothing for her to worry about. She won’t be involved. She won’t even have a clue about this life. She’s going to be a pretty trophy on my arm, oblivious to the devil standing next to her.

I know her instincts are telling her to run. But that option? Long gone. She’s mine now. Even if she wants to put up a fight. “Come on, princess,” I say, smirking. “Let me show you around the castle.” I lace my fingers through hers, guiding her to the front door. “Ladies first.”

She steps into the massive foyer, her gaze sweeping over the dark red and gray interior, the golden accents gleaming under the dim lighting. I didn’t design any of this myself. I paid a price to have it this way dark, commanding, comforting. She walks deeper inside, taking it all in, and I follow. Moving her hair off her shoulder, I breathe her in, fingers trailing down her spine. Goosebumps rise along her skin, responding to my touch. Chills ripple down her arms as my hands roam over her shoulders, settling at the base of her neck. She reacts so sweetly, so perfectly. I lower my lips to her ear, my voice dark, possessive. “Tell me, babe… are you ready to be my whore?” She trembles under my touch, her striking blue eyes meeting mine, lashes fluttering. I slide my hand up the back of her neck, threading my fingers through her golden locks.

“I’m going to need you to say it, princess.” She closes her eyes and nods again, this time whispering a single word. “Yes.” Gripping her hair tighter, I tilt her head back. “Yes, what?” A shudder rolls through her. With her chin lifted, she barely breathes the words “Yes, sir.” “That’s a good girl,” I growl into her ear.

Her knees go weak, and I feel her body surrender. I release her hair, taking her hand instead, leading her down the dimly lit hall to my suite. The massive king-size bed sits in the center of the room, wrapped in silk-white sheets and a black comforter. Four towering mahogany posts stand like sentinels, their carved swirls framing the space. Shackles dangle from the thick wood, waiting.

I stop in front of the bed, tilting her head back with firm fingers before crushing my mouth against hers. My tongue forces its way inside, tasting the remnants of champagne and whiskey on her breath. She yields, letting me take control. I suck her in, my tongue dominating hers, claiming every part of her.

I’m not gentle. I’m not patient. I don’t make love I take. I push. Until she can’t take anymore. Until she begs. My hands find her throat, tattooed knuckles wrapping around the delicate skin as I kiss her deeper, harder. She clings to my dress shirt, fumbling with the buttons, desperate to feel me. One by one, they pop open, exposing my bare chest. Then I pull away, leaving her gasping, sucking in air like it’s the only thing keeping her alive.

Standing before her, shirtless, I rub my chin, my gaze dragging over her trembling form. “Time to get you out of this dress,” I murmur. “Stand still, princess.” She obeys. Stepping closer, I reach into my pocket and pull out my switchblade. She gasps, instinctively moving back only to hit the bedpost, trapping herself.

“Didn’t I tell you to stand still?” I taunt, my voice low, dangerous. “Be a good girl and listen. Wouldn’t want this pretty skin of yours getting hurt… now, would we?” I advance, her breath hitching as she watches me, wide-eyed. The fear, the excitement I can see both warring inside her.

With one more step, I bring the blade to her dress, pressing the cold steel against the fabric. Slowly, deliberately, I drag it downward. The material gives way, shredding apart, falling in soft whispers to the floor. And then there she is. Perfection. Smooth, flawless skin bared to me at last. My dick is so hard it aches. Fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on.

“I’m going to need you to tell me you want this, princess.” I watch her naked chest rise and fall, her breathing turning into shallow pants. Her eyes search mine, hesitating. She stutters, her voice barely a whisper. “I, um... I, well” She shudders. “Tell me, baby. Tell me you want me. It’s important that you use your words.” Her lips part, her voice trembling. “I want you.”

“Good girl,” I praise, watching the way she shivers under my gaze. “Get on the bed and spread your legs. I want to see that pretty pussy.” She climbs onto the bed, lying on her back, her legs spreading wide. The black lace thong she still wears is soaked, the proof of her arousal impossible to miss. Just as I knew she would be.

I move onto the bed, running my hands slowly up her thighs, savoring the way she trembles beneath my touch. My fingers graze over the damp fabric of her panties, pressing lightly against the wet heat beneath. She gasps, her breathing ragged. Gripping the waistband, I tear the delicate lace in half. She doesn’t need them anyway.

Her breath hitches, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation flickering in her eyes. I glance down at her glistening pink folds, spread open like a forbidden feast. She’s wet, dripping, and I’m a man dying of thirst in the desert.

Dragging my fingers through her slick heat, I bring them to my lips, tasting her. My tongue flicks over the taste lingering on my fingers, and a low growl rumbles in my chest. Is this what pure desire tastes like? I slide my fingers down again, parting her swollen lips, exposing her fully to me. Then I lower my head, my mouth claiming her needy little bud. The moment my tongue flicks against her, she cries out, her hips jerking.

I smirk against her, then suck harder. A strangled moan escapes her lips, her hands flying to my hair, tugging, her thighs trembling around my head. She tries to pull away, but I grab her thighs, pressing them down against the silk sheets, pinning her open. There’s no escape.

I return to devouring her, to drinking in the honeyed pleasure she gives so freely. My grip tightens, holding her still as I bury my tongue inside her, fucking her with slow, deep strokes. The taste of her, the feel of her, drives me to the brink of madness. She’s shaking, her muscles tightening. I feel it the way she’s about to unravel.

“Come for me,” I growl against her. She does. Her body tenses, then shatters, her head thrown back, a scream ripping from her throat has her hands clutch at my hair. "That's it, baby. Give it to me."

I lick up her pussy, savoring the way she trembles, lost in the euphoria washing over her. Sitting up between her thighs, I adjust my hard dick, aching to be inside her. "Now, you have to sit still, okay, princess." She nods, eyes half-lidded with desire. I pull out my cock, and it bounces free thick, hard, every inch of it waiting for her. Propped up on her elbows, she licks her lips, watching as pre-cum beads at the tip. I swipe some off with my fingers, and she willingly opens her mouth. Running my fingers across her tongue, I push them deeper, making her gag. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t pull away.

I grip her cheeks with my free hand, coaxing her to gag for me again. "Good girl," I praise, my voice rough with need. Her legs remain spread, waiting inviting. I push my swollen cock into her tight, wet heat, sinking in as deep as I can go. She whispers something beneath me, her body writhing. Grabbing her wrists, I pin them above her head and thrust harder, faster, watching her squirm, hearing her cry out for me.

"That's it, princess. Show me what a good little slut you are. Cum on this dick, baby cum all over me so I can make you suck it off." Her body shakes violently, and then she’s unraveling, clenching around me as she cums, coating me in her release. I lean down, claiming her neck with my mouth, sucking hard enough to leave my mark. Tomorrow, she’ll still feel me see me on her skin. She cries out, her pussy tightening around my cock, and I let go, spilling deep inside her.

I release her wrists, and she collapses against the mattress, arms covering her face. Oh shit. Hopefully, I didn’t break her too badly. She turns her head to the side, catching her breath. I get off the bed, standing beside her. "You're not finished yet, baby."

Her half-lidded eyes find mine before they flicker downward, locking onto my cock coated in her cum and mine, slick and glistening. "Clean it up, princess." I push my cock closer to her face. She shifts, rolling to the edge of the bed, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. Puckering her lips, she slides her mouth over one side, then the other, making my knees weak.

"Such a good girl for your king. See how good you taste on my cock? All that cum you gave me, baby." She hums in response, sucking me clean, her tongue lapping up every drop. Making my way to the bathroom, I hear the water running, steam filling the air. The large garden tub with jets hums softly as I pour in bubbles, their scent mixing with the warm mist. I light a few candles, their glow flickering against the tiles, then turn the jets on before heading back to the bedroom.

She’s lying on her side, curled up on my pillow, looking completely spent. "Come on, baby, you need to soak." Sliding my arms beneath her naked, exhausted body, I lift her effortlessly, carrying her to the bathroom. Stepping into the tub, I sit down with her against my chest, her small frame melting into mine. The lavender bubbles rise around us, covering the ink decorating her skin. I soak the rag, running it gently down her chest. She doesn’t move, letting me take care of her, her trust laid bare. Her damp hair clings to my shoulder, strands sticking to my skin as I lather shampoo between my hands. I massage it into her long hair, rinsing it out as she relaxes completely, pliant in my arms.

I wasn’t easy on her body tonight, but I didn’t show her my full potential either. Sitting her forward, I stand, reaching for the towel draped over the rack. My own towel sits low on my hips as I move her damp hair to the side, wrapping the soft fabric around her chest. Helping her step out of the tub.