“Maybe my faith isn’t strong enough, because my prayers have remained unanswered.”
Dom reading my most private thoughts aloud halts my retreat. He pauses briefly, then resumes airing my dirty laundry.
“My body continues to burn for Dom, day and night. I am ashamed of the things I crave for him to do. While lying in bed, my fingers venture where I long for his lips to explore. A man has never touched me there.”
“No more,” I beg, turning around. My diary rests in his large palm. “Have mercy on me.”
“I’m not a fucking saint,” he scoffs. “Your pleas won’t sway me.”
I could leave. He’s not physically restraining me.
But I can’t. My words written on paper don’t hold power; they’re just letters. But being spoken brings them to reality.
Dom settles back into his chair and encloses my diary in the drawer. “There’s a fervor in your blood, Pepper. Suppressing it isn’t going to make it disappear. Now, come sit on my desk and wrap your legs around my fucking head so I can eat.”
I move towards him, unable to ignore the allure of his vulgar demand. Dom offers sustenance for my famished flesh. He clasps on to my waist, pulling me in front of him, then lifts my shirt and tongue kisses my navel. I moan, threading my fingers through his thick hair as he tugs my skirt up and drags my panties down to my ankles. Eagerly, I step out of them before being hoisted onto the desk. He grasps my knees and opens my legs wide. I bite my bottom lip self-consciously under his scrutiny.
“You don’t shave?”
Humiliated, I attempt to squeeze my legs shut. No doubt he’s disgusted at the unkempt state of my private area.
“Keep still,” Dom growls, holding firm until I do as he instructed.
He commences his exploration, spreading my labia for a better view. “You have the plumpest clit I’ve ever seen.”
My ragged breathing fills my ears. He grabs his cell phone and positions it at my center.
“What are you doing?” I ask anxiously, already guessing the answer but hoping I’m mistaken.
“Taking pictures.”
“No!” I yell, struggling to conceal myself from his gaze once more.
He digs his strong fingers into my supple thigh so hard, surely my femur will snap in half. My eyes water. I use all my strength attempting to dislodge him, but I’m no match for his ironclad grasp.
“I’d never share them. They’ll be for my own personal enjoyment.” He applies more pressure, tearing a distressed cry from my throat.
“Please, let me go.”
“You can make this easy or difficult. The choice is yours, but in the end, we both know I’ll get what I want.” He slides the phone through my quivering slit, completely covering it in my wetness.
The warm device touching my clit sends an electric pulse to my core, leaving me a trembling mess.
“Now I’ll smell your sweet pussy whenever I talk on my phone.”
The sight of the glistening mobile is overwhelmingly erotic.
“What’s your decision?”
“Take the pictures,” I answer feverishly.
“Smart girl.”
He dedicates the next couple of minutes to snapping a dozen or so pictures at different angles.
“Your entrance is so damn tiny,” he says gruffly. “Have you ever used a dildo or anything else?”
“N-no,” I stutter.
