"I don't want you," I tell him, even as I lift my other leg over his other shoulder and dig the heels of my feet into his back to push him closer to me.
He scoffs, moving further up the bed until my thighs are planted on either side of his face, his beard roughly brushing against my skin. His breath sweeps across my clit, eliciting tremors through my body.
He straightens his back, and my body lifts off the mattress as I tighten my legs over him, and he brings his free hand to my lower back.
"Feeling's mutual, viper," he retorts, just before he swoops forward and his lips lock around my clit, sucking it into his mouth.
Removing his hand from my lower back, he snakes it around my waist, placing the palm of his hand down on my pelvis as he uses his fingers to spread my pussy open, allowing him to swirl his tongue around my clit before sucking it back into his mouth with vigour.
Using my free hand, I bury my fingers in his hair, holding him in place as his tongue flicks over my clit continuously, my hips bucking against him.
Black dots line my vision, whether it's from the position I'm in or from the blinding pleasure rocketing through my body, I'm unsure, but even though my blood is pounding in my ears and it feels like my chest is caving in, I continue rocking my hips, practically helping him eat my pussy like a starving man.
He pulls his face away from me, hooded eyes staring up at mine.
"Tell me you hate me while I'm eating your pussy, little viper."
His lips brush against my clit as he speaks, sending shivers shooting up my spine.
When I don't respond, he swipes his tongue over me before sucking my clit into his mouth once more, causing me to scream.
"I hate you!"
I'm not sure if I repeated those words because he asked me to, or if I did so to remind myself of how I feel about him.
My eyes squeeze shut, and moans I wish I could hold back flow freely out of me as I lose control of myself.
I can feel his left shoulder bumping into my thigh from where he's still fucking his hand, and the knowledge he's enjoying this just as much as I am pushes me over the edge.
My trembling legs lock around him, my fingers digging into his scalp. I scream when his teeth pinch my clit while his tongue simultaneously swirls around it, sending me tumbling head-first into a powerful orgasm that has every muscle in my body locking up tight, my pussy clenching around nothing.
His shoulders lock up, and he grumbles against me, prolonging my orgasm and causing me to whimper as he finds his release right alongside me.
"Holy shit," I breathe, loosening my legs from around his shoulders, and feeling my shaking limbs slump as I untangle my hand from his hair, and swipe my hand along the light sheen of sweat coating my forehead.
My words seem to snap Dom out of whatever trance he was stuck in as he unlatches his mouth from my clit and slips my legs off of him, dropping me into the wet patch he created on the bed beneath me. His eyes dart up to meet mine as he clumsily clambers of the bed, staring at me with a world of regret swimming around in his dark, cold eyes.
My heart immediately drops into my stomach as I watch him pull his pants up from around his thighs and shake his head as he takes a step back.
Hurt flows through my chest, and I clamp my wet, aching thighs together, feeling a sudden wave of vulnerability as I watch Dom turn around and walk towards my bedroom door.
His hand reaches for the handle, and I scoff, bile rising up my throat. I sit up as much as I can with my arm twisted at an awkward angle because of how he's secured the cuff.
"There is no way you're about to leave me lying here, half naked, chained to the bed in a pool of your cum," I shout, voice shaking as tears gather in my eyes.
He stands there for a moment, sparking hope in my chest, he'll turn around and unlock the cuffs, or at least clean me up, maybe even put my shorts back on, giving me the impression of dignity, but pain slashes through me when he sighs and opens the door, closing it behind him.
I stare at the door, my chest growing tight as tears spill down my cheeks, dripping onto my trembling lips and sliding down my chin.
Never in my life have I felt so used and degraded… but I only have myself to blame.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Dominic
Hearing her muffled cries has my heart tearing in two. I slide my body down the closed door behind me until I'm sitting on the carpeted hallway, head in my hands.
A knot tightens in my chest, and my stomach churns as I tuck my knees against my body, hanging my head.
