A sharp slap to my ass has my eyes popping open in surprise. Dominic’s expression is a mixture of dark emotion—fury, desire, and possessiveness brimming in the dark pools. Pain spreads out from my right cheek, and my breath catches when Dominic rubs the sensitive skin with his palm, making pleasure mingle with it. The thrill of having his hands on me, even if it is to punish me for taunting him with my words, sets off sparks deep in my core. I whimper as I feel, more than hear, the long breath Dominic lets out.
His hand digs into my flesh, squeezing my ass hard, and I’m acutely aware of how close he is to where I need him. Just a simple shift and he could be sinking his fingers inside of me. But I know Dominic, and he’s not going to let that happen, so I don’t push it. I limit my movements to a small circling of my hips, and he keeps touching me. Staring up at me with blown pupils that tell me he’s close to losing control.
“Well in that case…” He releases my flesh and drags his hand from my ass to my hip and then up my body, slowly unraveling me while he regains his composure. When he pauses to knead my breasts, my moan echoes around us, and triumph flashes in his eyes like I’ve just confirmed something for him. “Let’s prepare for the inevitable moment where you let another man in your bed and realize too late that his touch does nothing for you because I’ve ruined you for anyone else.”
I open my mouth to tell him I was only joking, that I already know he’s ruined me for anyone else—last night with Ash taught me that—but the only thing that comes out is another moan. The early tremors of an orgasm start to move through me. I rock my hips into my hand, the filthysounds of my fingers swirling around my clit, mingling with my heavy breaths. Sparks start at the base of my spine and spread out, blooming low in the pit of my belly. My core clenches hungrily around nothing, and I bite my lip, eyeing the erection straining inside Dominic’s pants.
He catches me staring and blesses me with a dark chuckle that has no humor in it. “Stop thinking about my dick and focus on coming, angel.”
“I’m trying.” I pout, but my fingers have slowed down significantly. All of my thoughts are on seeing Dominic’s dick hard and throbbing for me. “But I want to see you. Take your dick out.”
“You’re not in charge here, Sloane.” His hand goes back to my raised knee, spreading me out further. “Now be a good girl and come for me, so I can give you a reward.”
It’s a command and a challenge wrapped in one. Dominic’s eyes are glowing with heated possessiveness as he watches my fingers start to move again, the promise of a reward from him motivating me to hunt down the orgasm I abandoned. My mind is racing with hope and fevered desperation, anxious to find my release so I can find out what he has planned for me.
A hint of a smile touches his lips, and it tugs at the ball of desire forming in my womb, slowly unraveling it as waves of pleasure rack my body. I reach up and grab my breast, rolling my nipple between my finger the way Dominic did in the elevator. My soft fingers don’t feel half as good as his do, but I close my eyes and imagine that it’s him touching me. Toying with the hard peak of my breast, pressing roughly into my clit and providing the perfect amount of friction.
“Oh God,” I cry out, my head falling to the side to rest on my shoulder.
“That’s it, angel. You’re so fucking wet. I wish I was inside you right now so I could feel your walls clamping down on me, rippling around my dick while you soak me in your juices. You’re going to take every inch of me, Sloane. I’m going to pound into you, and I’m not going to stop untilyour greedy little pussy milks me for every last drop of cum.”
Once again, Dominic pushes me over the brink with filthy words that speak to a fantasy I’ve only entertained in my head. My orgasm slams into me, a tidal wave of sensation washing me into a sea of pleasure that has my knees buckling. His hands go to my hips, spinning me around and lowering me gently to his lap with my back to his chest. He grips my chin, tipping my mouth up to his so he can swallow my moans. My breathing is ragged when he pulls back and smiles at me.
“You’re so fucking perfect.”
I wiggle my ass over his erection. “Mm-hmm. Is this my reward?”
“Yes.” He plants a soft kiss to my temple. “I’m going to let you take care of this for me.”
A fresh wave of excitement blooms in my chest. I know sex isn’t on the table, but just the idea of seeing Dominic’s dick, knowing that I can touch and taste him, has the familiar hum of desire coursing through my veins. It’s so fierce, so strong you would think I hadn’t just found my own release.
Twisting in his lap, I catch his mouth in a slow, licking kiss that contains every bit of gratitude and excitement I feel right now. Then I pull away so I don’t end up grinding on some other part of his body before I get the chance to collect my prize.
With a final kiss to his lips, I sink to my knees in front of him. The tile digs into my skin, and it’s slightly uncomfortable, but I don’t care. My hands shake as I undo his belt buckle and then the button on his jeans. I hesitate on his zipper for a second, my fingers brushing over the bulge in his pants. Part of me is nervous, seriously doubting my ability to fit all of him in my mouth, while the other part is screaming at me to stop fucking around and just try. Dominic makes a soft, amused noise in the back of his throat.
“Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts, angel.”
I peek up at him through my eyelashes. “Just giving myself a little peptalk. It’s been a while since I’ve done this, you know.”
A hum of appreciation rumbles in his chest. “Yes, I know.”
There’s no mistaking the satisfaction coating his words, and suddenly all the years I spent alone, denying my body true intimacy and cultivating an extreme case of skin hunger, start to feel like a gift rather than a self-imposed punishment. Because all of those lonely nights, all of those awkward brush-offs and flat-out lies to get out of dinner invites, brought me to this moment right here.
Kneeling before a man who understands what this all means to me, who’s as desperate to have all of my firsts as I am to give them to him.
I lick my lips and revel in the soft glide of his zipper coming down, putting me one step closer to my reward. Dominic hisses as I reach inside his briefs. His dick springs free, standing tall and proud, brutally erect and already weeping precum for me. He’s so thick and impossibly long, I know I won’t be able to take all of him in my mouth, but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to try. I dive forward, wrapping one fist around his base and squeezing gently as I lap up the cum sliding from his flared tip down his shaft.
“Goddamn,” Dominic says roughly, one of his hands fisting in my curls to hold my hair back from my face. “That’s incredible. Do it again and look at me this time.”
The rasp in his voice coupled with the taste of him on my tongue has me pressing my legs together, squirming desperately against the need building in the pit of my stomach. But it only worsens when I flatten my tongue against his shaft and meet his eyes. Our gazes stay locked as I explore every bulging vein and smooth ridge, committing it all to memory. The clean and masculine smell of him. The indescribable feel of steel sheathed in velvet. The sharp intake of breath as I flick my tongue around his crown, swirling it several times before opening wide and taking the first few inches of him into the wet heat of my mouth.
“Fuck.”
I pull back, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard on the way up. I need both of my hands for balance, so I give his base one final squeeze before letting go and sliding my mouth back down his length, letting him hit the back of my throat in one glide that still leaves several inches of him exposed. Dominic groans loudly as he stares down at me, his face twisted in a harsh mask of desire and fracturing control.
“Holy shit, Sloane.” His hips stir restlessly, rocking up into my mouth of their own volition.
The unconscious movement sends a rush of triumph through me. I want to see him unravel, to be the reason he’s falling apart, but it’s taking every ounce of my self-control to hold still and let my body adjust to this invasion.
