Page 290 of Phobia

Smug git.

Yes, his tactics worked. I panicked and messed it up like I knew I would. It probably would’ve happened even if he didn’t try his luck without a condom. That not-so-little fuck up just sped up the process. After that, even when my body was grinding against him, it was niggling in the back of my mind, and he saw.

Dom sees straight through me now. He’s shattered the flimsy pretence.

He said he’d ruin me.

Who knew it would take the intensity of the burning pleasure found in pain to defeat the paralysing cold of my fear?

Not defeat, no. I’m not cured. He just overpowered my senses and kept me floating in ecstasy instead of drowning in despair. He stopped the noise, just for a while… it was nice.

Dom may have opened a door into a part of me I didn’t know existed, but there are things I know about myself that may still surprise him.

Stroking his chest, I mirror his self-satisfied expression. “There are benefits to my phobia.”

He arches a brow. “Really?”

Stepping away from him, I let my hips sway as I walk back to the bedroom. I don’t need to look to know he’s following. Reaching for the drawer he pulled the condoms from, I take a deep breath, praying this won’t backfire on me.

Phew.

Turning with a smile, I toss the tube to him. His eyebrows raise when he catches it, his heavenly blue eyes dark with lust.

Giving him my back, I climb onto the bed and rest on my hands and knees. Bottom raised in the air, I leave nothing to the imagination as I expose all of myself to him.

I can feel him moving closer, my body in tune with his, and there’s no trace of a flinch when I feel hands cupping my rear. Dom’s hot breath tickles its way up my spine, resting at my ear. He’s barely touching me, and I can already feel myself getting wet.

Fisting my hair, Dom pulls my head back, the sharp pain setting my body on fire again. “Think carefully about what you’re offering.” Dom’s voice is rough, strained. “Because I will accept.”

I know exactly what I’m offering—something that doesn’t mess with my head.

Twisting my neck to face him, I run my tongue over his bottom lip. “Be my guest.”

Dom’s tongue darts out, following the path mine took, enjoying my taste and watching me intently. “It will hurt.”

“At first,” I agree. I may not fear anal, but I know what happens when you insert a big cock into a small arsehole. Still, I get the impression Dom knows what he’s doing, and we’ve just established I can handle pain.

“Don’t be shy,” I tease, shaking my hips.

Dom pauses for a moment longer before releasing my hair and running his hands down my body. Positioning himself between my legs, his hot tongue slowly licks from my clit to my puckered hole, sucking and nipping along the way. My back arches, and my core throbs in appreciation.

Again and again, he follows the same path, adding more pressure.

“Dom,” I gasp, and he hums, moving a finger towards my core in response. Pushing it in, he winds it around, hitting every nerve ending within reach while his thumb circles my swollen clit.

Using one hand to pleasure me, Dom turns his attention to my rear, applying extra saliva. He flicks open the lid of the lube, and I clench in response, gripping the finger inside me and causing a spasm to rock my body.

“I think you know it’d be best to relax,” he says, as the cold lube mingles with the heat of his breath against me.

Breathing deeply, I release the tension in time for him to breach the entrance with his thumb, and I welcome the expected burn. Dom continues to pump into my core and rub my clit, distracting me from the digit he’s pushing further into my rear, stretching and preparing me.

“Don’t get me wrong, Naomi…” He pauses to place kisses at the base of my spine. “I’m glad this is an option, and you know what’s involved. But…” He pushes his thumb in as far as it will go, and I groan as the pressure in my stomach mounts. “I’m starting to hate that someone has been here before me.”

Sensing I’m on the edge of exploding, his hands move fast, rubbing and pumping into me with more speed. “I feel the need to wipe the memory of every man who’s ever touched you before from every inch of your body. Inside and out.”

“Then do it,” I groan, pushing against him, urging him to go deeper into every part of me. I’m ready to come, feel it all and have him lose control in me. I want to feel his raw release, to give me the power I so desperately crave.

Dom releases a guttural moan, and his index finger joins his thumb, stretching me further.