Page 37 of Scorned Beauty

“I can do it myself,” I hissed, but he continued to wedge his hand higher.

He nipped my ear, temporarily weakening my resolve and releasing the press of my thighs, and allowing him to touch my pussy. He inserted his fingers.

My cheeks were on fire. No, scratch that, my entire body was on fire.

“Dom,” I said his name weakly.

“See,” he murmured by my ear. “Was that so hard?”

“You’re impossible.”

“Blood doesn’t deter me. Haven’t you figured that out yet?” He wrapped it in tissue and discarded it in the wastebasket. He rinsed his hands before coming back to help me into the tub.

“I’ll get you all wet.”

“You worry too much,” he said. “Now, just relax.”

When I settled in, Dom stood and stripped down to his boxers. Then he grabbed the sponge hanging by the shower handle and lowered to a crouch. “How’s the water temperature?”

“Perfect.” I closed my eyes. The hot water gradually penetrated my muscles. I felt the sponge glide on my back in circles. I leaned forward and let Dom massage my lower back. He circled round and round in soothing therapy. The pain in my belly dulled.

“Better?” Dom asked huskily.

I popped one eye open. “I don’t want to leave the tub.”

“Let go, baby. I got you.”

I was submergedin a cozy haze. Sometimes I emerged from the cocoon of warmth, and at times I retreated. My limbs were lethargic, yet my whole body was alive. A pleasant sensation low below my belly stole my sleep.

Dom was palming my pelvis and alternately rubbing the top of my mound. I was familiar with those sensations. It was the buildup to an orgasm.

“What are you doing?” I asked, voice scratchy.

He was curled behind me, and I could feel his erection pressing against my ass. I didn’t know how we got from the tub to the bed.

“Did you know orgasms alleviate period cramps?” he murmured.

I had to smile. I was surprised he didn’t propose this earlier instead of going through the trouble of running me a bath. But then again, I got the feeling Dom enjoyed taking care of people.

“Yes, the uterine muscles contract during orgasm and relieve cramps. Not everyone, though.”

Dom chuckled. “I was thinking along the lines of endorphins.” He started rubbing my clit. “Do you wanna?”

I was usually horny during my period anyway if the cramps didn’t get to me first. I woke up with an orgasm pulsing betweenmy legs the other night, but attributed it to Dom playing a starring role in my dreams.

Wetness pooled between my legs. I hoped we weren’t making a mess again, but I was greedy enough to take advantage of this new experience.

“Yes.”

Dom groaned and circled my sensitive bud harder. He inserted his fingers. The slide of them was different. There was something so raw about it, so elemental, that my orgasm took me by surprise.

I cried out.

Dom withdrew his fingers and climbed over me so we were face to face. This time, he used the heel of his hand to prolong the pressure. Wave after wave, my orgasm pulsed through me.

“That’s it…ride my hand,” he rasped before silencing my scream with his ravaging mouth, so out of control, like my orgasms were fueling his desire.

I needed something else, though. I broke away from him and moaned, “I need you inside me.”