Page 53 of Domination

Chapter Thirty-Four

Vinny

F uck me, she’s incredible. I stroke the hair from her face as I watch her sleeping form. After coming inside her, I tucked my cock in my pants, lowered her from the wall, then carried her through he house, hoping I didn’t bump into any of my staff along the way.

Watching her take the cock in her ass through the mirror was sensational. The feeling of her holes full with my cock had possessiveness rushing rampantly around my veins.

Since she’s crept into my heart, I find the thought of anyone seeing her naked but me almost unbearable. Which is absurd, given I previously took great pleasure in parading my little pets around my home, then fucked them in every position possible, audience be damned.

The way she embraced my darker side is reassuring, but the thought of that bitch Cindy making her feel inadequate has poison flooding my veins. My little pet is perfect. I toy with the strands of her silky hair, placing another kiss on her shoulder.

After moisturizing her bruised ass, I took time taking caring of every inch of her. Of course, this meant shoving the cum that escaped her pussy deep inside her. Then I painted her lips with the remnants, all while I whispered to her how treasured she is and willed my baby to take form inside her.

My phone buzzes from my nightstand, annoying the fuck out of me, but as I reach over to answer, my blood turns to ice.

It’s Rafael, and he wouldn’t call me in the middle of the night unless it was urgent.

Gracie is still out cold, so I place it on speaker while I slip my cock inside her hole once again, then bring her heavy tit to my lips.

It’s not lost on me that I’m about to feed from my girl while I’m speaking to my son, but I don’t give a shit. I have needs, something I’m sure my son understands.

“Go on,” I drawl, and her milk bubbles out of her nipple.

“Robert left the rehab center two days ago.” My mouth stills above her nipple as fury lances through me.

“Don’t worry, I had some guys pick him up at his old house.

” My muscles relax, and I take a pull of her milk, the taste on my tongue soothing.

“We’ve delivered him to the warehouse as instructed. ”

“Good,” I grunt out, my hips moving of their own accord, delivering deep, powerful thrusts.

“I’m going to go home now and sink inside my woman. I’ll see you tomorrow. ”

“I want answers from him tomorrow. He doesn’t die until I have them,” I grunt my response.

“You’ll have your answers tomorrow, trust me, Papa.”

His words settle me, and I end the call determined to spend the rest of the night worshipping my comatose little pet.