“Danger can be the perfect aphrodisiac if wielded properly.” His voice is silk, hitting me like a bolt of lightning and fraying already raw nerves.
“Have you no common decency?”
“Fuck no. No remorse, pity, or sympathy either, and I go to sleep at night with a clear conscience. I relish using your weakness to my advantage.” He slides his thumb over my lips. “Your surrender is certain.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“Pepper, I’ve read your dreams.” He kisses my forehead. “You lust for domination, and I’m the man who’ll fulfill your fantasies. All you have to do is be my slut.”
“You know my darkest secrets, but you’ve yet to share yours.”
“I have none.”
“Are you telling the truth?”
“My life isn’t your fucking business. Now wash up and bring your ass into the bedroom.” Dom exits the bathroom.
I finish my bird bath in a matter of minutes and go to my bedroom. Dom sits propped on the mountain of pillows decorating my bed, his hands behind his head and his ankles crossed. He’s obviously right at home. His shoes are arranged neatly against the wall. This could be the day I lose my virginity. Am I prepared for the consequences? If I cross this bridge, there’ll be no turning back.
“Remove your robe.”
My aching jaw is a reminder of the ramifications if I defy him. It’s not wise to poke the bear again, so I err on the side of caution. The fuzzy cotton cascades down my arms and pools at my feet. He’s seen all of me, but it’s difficult to abandon modesty. I cover my breasts and the juncture of my thighs.
Dom frowns slightly. “Bare yourself to me.”
Reluctantly, I acquiescence to his command. His fervent gaze lovingly feasts on my heated skin. I’m in awe watching the crotch of his pants extend, forming a large tent. The suspense is overpowering, nearly reducing me to madness. I hyperventilate, consumed by arousal and the staggering hunger he causes in me.
“Perfection.” His gruff tone effectively pebbles my nipples despite the lack of direct contact. “Turn around, slowly.”
I tremble under Dom’s intense inspection.
“Stop,” he demands. “Your impeccable ass is s work of art. Come to me.”
I crawl onto my bed and spot the bottle of chocolate syrup I use for ice cream sundaes next to Dom. I give him a cursory look, wondering why he took it from the refrigerator.
He shoves me backwards and settles his broad shoulders between my legs. Both thighs are treated to gentle kisses before he squeezes the flavorful condiment onto my flushed mound. The cold sauce trickles to my anus. He grasps my knees and spreads me open, lifting my bottom off the mattress. I’m fully exposed at this angle. Dom’s talented tongue laves every square inch of my vulva, then travels downwards to my puckered hole and continues his unrelenting assault. The intimacy of the act transports me to another level of consciousness. Only a single hit of Dom and I’m intoxicated—utterly addicted. My dreams and reality combine, making it impossible to separate one from the other. I twist my hands in the sheets, frightened, needing to grab ahold of something tangible to prevent myself from disintegrating due to sensory overload. He latches on to my clit and my back arches. I’m suspended in time, floating in darkness, then I fall for what seems an eternity. Suddenly, the ground appears, but it’s too late to brace for impact, so I accept my fate. The crash is brutal. I explode, burning in a smoldering blaze that chars me to the bone. I bolt upright, screaming so loud and long I’m amazed every glass in my condo doesn’t shatter.
I sob uncontrollably, and Dom embraces me. He took me straight to Hell, and the visit was heavenly.
“Crying is pointless. Save your tears for when I fuck you,” he murmurs. “Now, dry your face and suck my cock.”
Dom frees his rigid shaft.
“Please go.” I have to pray and ask for forgiveness.
“I prefer to be inside you, but I promised you a reprieve, and I’m a man of my word. You’re going to deepthroat my cock and be grateful your virginity will be intact come morning.”
“I can’t,” I weep.
Dom clutches the scruff of my neck and guides me towards his manhood. “Open.”
I comply, and he drives his erection to my tonsils, gagging me. His massive girth blocks my airway. Panicking, I squirm earnestly to get away, or risk being suffocated to death. His grip on my nape tightens painfully, rendering me immobile.
“Breathe through your fucking nose and watch your goddamn teeth.”
He savagely plunges upwards at warp speed, not giving me a moment to adjust to his violent invasion.
“Wider,” he shouts.
