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Chapter Twenty-Five

Mikah

When he breaks the kiss, pulling away, I’m left breathless.

“Just… go with it,” he says, a slight smirk on his lips.

The ease in which he just exists is inspiring. It’s how I want to be. I wish I could do things and not think of the worst-case scenario. I wish I could act now and think later. Or better yet, not think at all. Just do. I wish I didn’t have to assess everything before doing it. These compulsions are exhausting. Yet Dominic seems to be their kryptonite. Which is both scary and… exciting.

I get to my feet, grab him by the back of the neck, and pull him to me. He gasps in shock, but his hands find my hips, and he groans when my tongue slips inside his mouth.

He murmurs an “mhm” as he kisses me, taking a small step closer until every inch of his front is pressed to mine. His dick grows hard against my thigh, and mine responds the same.

“I need you,” I say, looking up into his eyes and refusing to loosen my grip on him .

Those words are loaded as fuck, and I’m not sorry for it.

Don’t regret them, I think to myself, even though I hear that shitty version of me in the deep recesses of my mind, trying to argue why I should regret what I just said.

But I’m not listening to that voice anymore. I refuse to let it keep holding me back. I will never get the chance to live if I keep listening to it.

“You’ve got me,” Dominic responds, bringing his mouth to my neck. He kisses down, then back up, nipping at my jaw and rubbing his cheek against mine. His mouth finds my ear, and he nibbles on it, tugging, before making his way back to my mouth.

“I’m so hard for you,” I tell him.

“Same, baby.”

I reach for his pants, shoving them down and freeing his dick that I take in my hand to give a long, firm stroke. I drop to my knees before I can think better of it, knowing I want to please this man. I want to give back to him what he gives me. I’m not sure I can ever do that, but I’ll try like hell for as long as he’ll let me.

I suck his plump head into my mouth, the salty pre-cum landing on my tongue. I suck hard, getting a few more drops and swallow them down. Seeking out his hands, I put them both on my head, letting him know I want him to guide me, to push me, to make me do whatever it is he wants—and I need. Because it seems I don’t know what I need—but he does. So I’ll trust him to do that. He moves his hips toward my face, holding my head still and using my mouth how he wants .

I’m aching, desperate to feel him everywhere. The soreness from yesterday isn’t enough—I need more.

“Fuck, this mouth feels so good,” he groans, hitting the back of my throat. “I want to fuck your ass, baby, but I can’t. You’re too sore. You need to rest.”

I shake my head, trying to push off his dick to tell him so, but he holds me tighter to him.

“I won’t do it. I can’t. Not tonight.” His fingers brush through my hair, and I use the opportunity to yank my head away.

“I want you inside me.”

“I’m not fucking you,” he says sharply. “Now put my dick back in your mouth.”

I grit my teeth, glaring at him as I stroke him slowly. “I want you to fuck me.”

His hand tightens in my hair so hard it hurts. I hiss out a breath. He yanks my head back, looking down into my eyes.

“I said no. Now you can take what I’m giving you or you can go home. It’s your choice.”

The air is filled with his heavy breathing and the snapping of the wood burning, the flame dying down since we haven’t added more logs to it in a while. Forcing my teeth apart, I open my mouth and stick out my tongue.

Dominic grins. “There’s my good boy,” he says, brushing his fingers along my cheek. “Let me use your mouth the way I want, and I’ll reward you.”

By putting your dick in my ass?

Fuck, since when did I become such a needy bottom? This isn’t me. But apparently, it is. Has been this whole time, because it all feels so damn right.

“Look at you,” he rasps out. “So beautiful taking my cock, out here under the moon. Your lips are perfect around my dick, baby.” He brushes his thumb along the corner of my mouth and my eyes fall closed over the soft touch. “You want my cum, don’t you?”

My eyes flash open and I nod, my dick pulsing at the thought.

He cants his head to the side. “Are you a cum slut, Mikah?” he asks, taunting.

My brow furrows and he smiles.

“My cum slut, then?” he amends.

I nod, moving my head back to suckle on the tip of his cock. Gripping my hair, he tugs me to my feet, and I whine when his dick leaves my mouth. I whine like a fucking puppy.

He shoves my pants down while taking my hand with the other. He spits into it and says, “Jerk off for me. I want to watch.”

He takes a step back and sits in his chair, legs spread as he lazily strokes his dick. He crooks a finger at me, so I move closer, stopping in front of him when I’m just barely between his legs.

“Get to it,” he says.

I bring my hand with his spit to my dick and stroke. As usual, I won’t last long. You’d think after what happened last night, and consistently having sex with him, it would fix the problem, but I get so worked up with him that I can’t help it. Maybe it’s even getting worse. He doesn’t seem to care, so I guess I shouldn’t either.

“I want your cum all over my cock. Want to know why?” he asks.

I bite my bottom lip and nod, slowing my movements to hold back the orgasm that’s right there. With him, coming doesn’t mean we’re done, but I want to hold out just a little longer.

“You’re going to cum on my cock, my little cum slut, and then you’re going to lick it all up. You’re going to lick my dick clean until I’m coming in your mouth. And when I’m finished, when you’ve milked every drop from my balls, I want you to thank me.”

Holy… shit.

I whimper, like the needy little bitch I am, and fuck… I don’t even care. The way his eyes light up, the way he watches me, not a single part of me cares. I’m doing what he said, and I’m just… letting go.

“Fuck,” I grit out through my teeth. “Dominic…”

“Yeah, baby?” he asks, almost teasingly.

“I need to come…”

“And…” he says knowingly.

I keep jerking my dick, neck straining and jaw aching as I spiral toward an orgasm.

“Tell me I can,” I whine.

“Fuck, that’s so sexy,” he growls. “Yes, baby. You can come.”

His words, like a switch, have me shooting my load all over him. I fall forward, my free hand gripping onto his shoulder, and he raises his shirt just in time for me to paint his abs and his cock. And without him telling me to, I drop to my knees and lick him clean, because that’s what he wants. I lick every drop from his abs, dipping my tongue between each crevice and into his naval. I drag my tongue along his thighs and every inch of his cock to make sure there isn’t a drop left. When I’m done, I suck him into my mouth and he explodes down my throat with a low groan and his hand on the back of my head. I suck in a breath when he’s free from my mouth and his hand trails to my throat.

“You have something to say to me?” he asks, breathless, eyes dark.

Through trying to catch my breath, I grin, and say, “Thank you.”

After putting out the fire with the hose, Dominic herds me into the house and up the stairs, tearing my clothes off the second we reach the top landing. He pushes me onto the bed, his large frame covering mine. He switches between jerking us off together and grinding his dick against mine. I’m a whimpering, sweating mess by the time I come again, and this time it’s him licking me clean, which is the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Then he bends me over, teases my hole, like the asshole he is, and comes all over it .

We shower, then we get into bed, and I guess I’m spending the night again, which is fine by me.

We’re on our backs, his arm around me and my head resting on his shoulder. My hand is on his chest, running his fingers through the hair there. We’re naked and squeaky clean. He made sure of that, washing us both thoroughly and carefully. The sheet is over us, but only to our waists. My legs are crossed at the ankles, his thigh pressed against mine and his other leg bent up at the knee, completely outside of the thin sheet. Glancing down, I see the outline of his thick cock, hanging limp by his leg. He’s so fucking sexy, and here I am, lying in bed with him like it’s normal.

It feels normal.

So fucking normal, and I can’t find a thing about it to pick at. I’m just… enjoying this.

“We should talk,” he says casually. “About us, you know? This relationship and how it’s going to work.”

I swallow hard. I knew this conversation would come, but I didn’t think it would be so soon. Though, it’s probably best we get it all out now.

“Yeah,” I say, my voice raspy from him using my throat. Every inch of me is sore, and I bet it’ll be even worse tomorrow. It’s a pleasant reminder of Dominic and how he makes me feel. The aches and pains fight the voice in my head, like tiny warriors.

“Before we get into it though, are you still okay with me posting our video?”

“Of course. ”

“And you will too?”

“Planned on it,” I say.

I haven’t posted much of anything else, which is kind of shitty considering I have people who pay for my stuff monthly.

“And you still want me to make a naked cooking video?”

I chuckle, biting on my bottom lip. “Definitely.”

He leans over to kiss the side of my head. “You’ll have to lead because I don’t know a thing about doing videos that way.”

“I’ll teach you the ways,” I say.

“Why don’t you use your real name?” he asks after a moment of silence.

“To make it harder for people to find me. It’s not that I don’t want them to know who I am, but I’m more comfortable when I don’t have to worry about people knocking on my door. It’s just one of those things.”

“I get that. I mean, not personally, since I love my face and the attention, but yeah… I guess I can see why that’s worrisome.”

I shake my head. “I lost count of the number of times I caught you staring at yourself in the mirror.”

He barks out a laugh. “Yeah, I mean, have you seen me?”

I scoff, shoving him playfully. “Remind me why I hated you.”

“I don’t think you ever hated me,” he says softly, holding me tighter.

“I don’t think so either,” I admit. “I was just… intimidated.” The word feels weird leaving my mouth, but it feels right.

“I won’t make videos with anyone while we’re together,” he says then .

My heart squeezes in my chest, and a ton of emotion clogs my throat. I clench my jaw, trying to force it to go away so I can speak.

“I can’t ask you to do that,” I finally manage to say.

“You didn’t. I’m telling. We can talk about it in the future, and if we both feel it’s an okay thing to do, then I will. But right now, I don’t want to ruin this.”

“You can’t give up your job for me, Dominic.”

That’s insane, right? Of course it is.

“I’m not giving up my job, I’m just changing what I do. Look at this.” He reaches to the nightstand to pick up his phone and opens an app, one that’s known for allowing any content to be posted. He types something one-handed, then gives me his phone. I scroll through the page, seeing multiple videos of the same two men.

“What is this?” I ask as I click one of the videos to make it play.

One of the guys is at least a foot taller than the other, and probably twice his weight. The smaller one is dressed in a pink thong, bending over a bed, while the other is standing at the bottom, watching and jerking off.

“They’re a couple. Exclusive. All they do is make videos together. Sometimes they add a third, but it’s just them. Look at their followers.”

I click out of the video and scroll back to the top. My eyebrows shoot to my hairline when I see they have close to three million followers .

“But this isn’t behind a paywall,” I say.

“This isn’t, but it’s only clips of their videos. Teasers. They have the full-length stuff behind a paywall, and as far as I know, they’re not complaining about how much money they’re making. They travel all the time. Make sex videos all over the world.”

I turn on my side to face him. “Are you saying you want to turn your page into an exclusive Mikah and Dominic page?”

“Dominic dominates Mikah has a great ring to it, don’t you think?” He grins.

I scrunch my face up. “Nah, not really.”

“Liar,” he mutters. I turn back over and rest on my back. “You can still make your content. I won’t stop you from doing that.”

“Thank you.”

“But I would like it if you added more videos of us. Bonuses or for an extra price.”

I smile, biting on my lip. “You want people to know we’re together.”

It’s not a question, just an observation. One that makes me beyond happy.

“Fuck yeah I do. And speaking of, there’s no longer an option about the award show. You’re my boyfriend, you’re coming with me.”

I roll my eyes. “And I was so looking forward to going to bed early that night.”

“You are such a brat,” he says, pinching my nipple.

I yelp, swatting his hand away.

“Can we get matching tuxes?” I ask excitedly .

“Oh, you want to be that couple, do you?”

“Maybe,” I say. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“This… relationship thing. It’s a big change for you.”

“You too.”

“Yeah, but it’s different.”

“Mikah,” he says softly. “The guys in the videos were just work. I did it for money and for fun. My personal dating life was non-existent. Don’t get the idea in your head that I’m some player who doesn’t want to settle down. Just because that’s the image I portrayed, doesn’t mean it’s true.”

I sigh, shifting my hand to rest on my stomach.

“Okay, yeah. You’re right, I’m sorry. I just had to ask.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He kisses my head again. “Ask me anything whenever you need to. I’ll always answer you honestly.”

“Thank you,” I mutter, then yawn.

Dominic pulls me to him, and I throw my arm over his torso.

“Go to sleep,” he whispers.

I close my eyes and fall asleep, just like he told me to.