Page 291 of Phobia

Breathe. Relax.I just need to get past the first part of penetration, and it will be fine.

Moving against him, I prepare to tip over the edge, only to turn cold when he pulls his fingers away. “You don’t come until my dick’s inside you. Understand?”

Too out of breath to respond, I manage a slight nod as his finger returns to my clit, rubbing in small, tortuous circles. I don’t flinch when the lube hits me this time. I don’t tense when I feel pressure against my rear, and I breathe deep, arching my back as his thick cock breaches my tight entrance.

Slowly, he pushes in, a finger entering my core at the same time. “You’ve got this, Naomi. This beautiful arsehole is taking my cock so good,” he groans. “I wish you could see what I can see… Mmmm… Fuck, Treacle, you’re doing it. I’ll be all in soon.”

I feel each centimetre enter me, the pain searing through my spine only enhancing the pleasure he’s creating at my core. When his hips rest against my bottom, I exhale deeply. He’s in, and now the fun can begin.

My back warms up as Dom leans over me, his breath hot against my ear. “Are you OK?”

“Yes… it feels good.”

Smiling, he twists my head and claims my lips, forcing his tongue inside. I let him take what he needs, the frenzy of his kiss bringing me closer. Then he pulls away, and his hips finally start moving.

He keeps his thrusts slow as his fingers work my clit and core into a state of ecstasy. Every part of me begs for release, but I need more from Dom first. Angling my head, I meet his pained expression. “More, Dom.”

He grunts, picking up his speed but not enough to tip me over the edge. I need to see him unleash what’s inside. He wanted me to focus on my body, and I am. There’s no fear. Not like this, but Dom isn’t getting the message.

Using all my strength, I rise onto my knees, push my back into his chest, bring my arms over my head, and hook them around his neck. Grazing his chin with my teeth, I ask, “Do I look like I’m going to break?”

He stills his movements, but I feel his heart hammering against my back. “Don’t test my control when it comes to this, Naomi,” he mutters against my hair. “I’m only human.”

I feel it swelling inside, the thing I crave most—power and control. Vaginal sex makes me weak and pathetic. At the mercy of whatever cock happens to be inside me, but I initiated this. I invited him in with complete confidence, and it’s blowing his mind… almost.

Grinding against his dick, his hands around my waist tensing, I graze my teeth along his smooth jawline. “Dom…” I moan as his fingers go back to work. “You need to fuck it like you own it. Like your life depends on it. I want to feel your sweat coating my spine as you fill me with your cum.”

“Fuck!” Dom barks. Slamming me forward, he shuffles us up the bed. “Hold on,” he instructs as we near the headboard. “I’m going to give this greedy arsehole exactly what it needs.”

Adding more fingers inside my core, he wastes no time easing me back in and fucks me even harder than he did before. A deep ache spreads throughout my lower back as the pressure builds in my stomach. Slaps, bites, thrusts, pleasure and pain merge into one hit of ecstasy as my vision blurs.

“It. Is. Mine.” Dom punctuates each word with a hard thrust, forcing me closer to the headboard.

It wouldn’t matter if I hit it. I’m so close. I just need to find a way to catch my breath so I don’t black out before I finish.

“How much can you take?” Dom grunts. Adding another finger, he sends me closer to the edge. “You can take everything I've got, can’t you… so good…” he groans. “So. Fucking. Good.”

“Agh!” I cry, my body shaking as I come all over his hand. Losing my grip on the headboard, my face crashes into the pillow, and two thrusts later, I feel Dom’s cum release inside me.

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” Dom groans, resting his head on my shoulder.

We stay this way for a few minutes, unable or unwilling to move, until Dom sighs, “Come on.” Sliding his arm underneath me, Dom pins me against his chest and climbs off the bed. Holding me up, he takes us to the bathroom.

“Your dick is still in my arse!” I squeal.

“Yep.”

Trying my best to relax—because clenching bloody hurts—I grip his arms. We enter the bathroom; he turns on the shower and steps in, still impaling me. Pulling me under the steaming water, he lifts me off. The relief is instant, as is the release. Dom smothers me in shower gel, the fresh aroma awakening my sex-hazed brain, and I realise why he didn’t pull out sooner.

“Avoiding any bedsheet mishaps?” I tease. Let’s face it. It’s a risk.

Dom continues to rub the soap over my body, my nipples stinging. “No. I’m avoiding any embarrassment.”

I inhale sharply, shocked that he’d be so thoughtful. Turning to face him, those piercing blue eyes are so focused and intense.

I don’t like it.

Taking another deep breath, I tip my head back and let the water cascade over my face, trying to break this power he has over me. He’s the only man who’s ever made me forget. There was pleasure in the pain and, for once, peace in the pleasure.