I struggle against his grip, pushing against his chest even as heat pools between my legs. My pussy grows wet with arousal despite—or because of—his dominance.
“I’m not yours,” I spit back, the denial feeling deliciously false on my tongue.
His eyes darken. “We both know that’s a lie,” he says, his free hand sliding down to cup me through my leggings. “Your soaking wet cunt knows who you belong to.”
I gasp at the contact, hating how my hips instinctively press forward into his touch. The knowing smirk that crosses his face makes me want to slap him—and kiss him—in equal measure.
I lash out, my palm connecting with Dominic’s cheek in a sharp slap that echoes through my apartment. His head snaps to the side, but when he turns back, his dark eyes are blazing with excitement rather than anger.
“No!” I scream, pushing against his chest with both hands. “Get off me!”
His grip tightens as he spins me around, shoving me face-first into the wall. I feel his breath hot against my ear as he pins me with his body weight.
“You think anyone can hear you?” he growls, one hand tangling in my hair while the other roughly yanks down my leggings. “You think anyone would help you if they could?”
I thrash against him, my elbow connecting with his ribs. He grunts but doesn’t relent. Instead, he presses harder against me.
“Stop it!” I shout, twisting and bucking futilely.
Dominic chuckles, the sound sending shivers down my spine despite my struggle. He kicks my legs apart, holding me in place with his body as he frees himself from his pants.
“Keep fighting me,” he commands, his voice thick with arousal. “I love watching you struggle.”
I feel him positioning himself, and I renew my efforts to break free. “Don’t you dare?—”
My words cut off in a gasp as he pushes inside me with one powerful thrust. The sudden fullness makes my knees buckle, but his arm around my waist keeps me upright.
“No, no, no,” I chant, the words dissolving into sobs of pleasure as he begins to move.
“Your mouth says no,” Dominic groans in my ear, biting down on my shoulder hard enough to make me cry out. “But your body says yes.”
I slam my head back, connecting with his chin. He curses but laughs through it, the sound dark and appreciative.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he pants, picking up his pace. “Fight me. It only makes me harder.”
“You sick bastard,” I spit out, clawing at the wall as Dominic pounds into me from behind. My voice breaks on the last word as he hits a spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
“Such a filthy mouth on you, baby girl. Maybe we should find a better use for it.”
I’ve never been this wet before, never felt this desperate, ravenous need burning through me. The fantasy of being taken against my will while knowing I could end it with a single wordis intoxicating. The struggle magnifies every thrust, every point where his body controls mine, heightened by my pretended resistance.
“I hate you,” I gasp as he tangles his fingers tighter in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat. His teeth graze the sensitive skin there, just hard enough to make me shiver.
“No, you don’t,” Dominic growls, his pace never faltering. “Your body’s begging for it. For me.”
His hand slides around to where we’re joined, fingers finding my clit with unerring precision. I buck against him, torn between pressing into his touch and maintaining our game.
“Tell Daddy what you want,” he demands, his voice dropping to that tone that makes my insides liquefy. “Beg Daddy for his cum.”
I struggle harder, the words sending a shock of heat straight to my core. “No—I won’t?—”
He slams particularly deep, making me cry out. His fingers tighten in my hair. “Beg for it,” he repeats. “Tell Daddy how badly you want his cum.”
“Please,” I whimper, the word slipping out before I can stop it.
“Please, what?” His movements slow to an agonizing pace.
“Please, Daddy,” I whisper, the word making my whole body tighten around him. “I want your cum.”
