“See yourself out,” I snap, stomping towards my bedroom.
He grabs the nape of my neck and slams me into the wall, creating a crack in the plaster. “Turn your back on me again, and I’ll slit your fucking throat.”
I’m dazed by the painful impact. “Dom, please—”
He clasps the lower half of my face, squeezing so brutally, I’m afraid my jawbone will be crushed. “Shh… it’s time for you to meet the beast.”
Dom transforms, morphing into the savage he warned me about. The change isn’t physical, making it imperceptible to the naked eye. It’s in the menacing aura he emits, as if his DNA has suddenly altered, losing the element that defines his humanity and turning into something alien. The unseen force shifts the air, suffocating me, and raises the fine hairs covering my body. He pinches my nipple, tearing an agonized scream from my throat.
“To reach ultimate bliss, one must experience pain and pleasure simultaneously.”
He releases my jaw and shoves his fingers beneath the waistband of my panties, ruthlessly attacking my clit.
“Feeling the push and pull of both is conflicting but also the sweetest ecstasy.”
“Dom,” I moan, widening my stance to allow him better access.
“Eager for another journey to Hell, I see.”
“I am. Please take me there,” I beg, no reservations about my choice to stray further into the bowels of damnation. Though I know each visit will lead me deeper into the abyss until I’m trapped, I’m unable to find my way to the light.
His warm, tantalizing tongue drifts along the column of my neck while the relentless onslaught on my most sensitive nerve endings draws me closer to gratification. For him, I abandon the lessons beaten into me as a child. For him, I risk the ire of God and my father. I slump forward and dig my sharp fingernails into his hard biceps, no longer capable of supporting my own weight.
“The scent of your arousal is driving me in-fucking-sane,” Dom mutters, briskly rubbing my engorged nub.
My vulva swells, heating my core and making me wetter. Then I plateau,attaining orgasmic release through a series of rhythmic contractions. I bite his shoulder, riding the wave of euphoria until the tide ebbs and I’m left panting.
“Your reprieve is over,” he growls.
The fantasy I’ve longed for is within my grasp, but suddenly fear overwhelms me. If I give in, my descent from grace will truly be complete. “I’m not ready.”
“Ready or not, here I come,” Dom murmurs, seizing my hair and dragging me into my bedroom.
He throws me onto the bed and undresses while his riveting gaze focuses on me. I swiftly vault to my hands and knees, but instead of using my temporary freedom to escape, I ogle him, transfixed. Dom’s sculpted figure rivals the Roman gladiators of the past. His imposing girth and length heighten my apprehension. Surely, he’ll sever me in two. I scurry to the other side of the bed at his approach. He leisurely strolls to the door, shutting and locking it before facing me again. The accelerated rise and fall of his athletic chest belies his tranquil façade.
“You knew this day was coming.”
“But now it’s here, and I’m scared.”
“There’s only one way to conquer your fears.”
“Protection! We can’t have sex without a condom. I could get pregnant.”
“I had a vasectomy.”
“Listen, let’s—” Dom pounces before I can finish my plea, catching me off guard. I’m tussled to the bed, and a scuffle ensues. My clothing is briskly torn from me,and my wrists are pinned above my head using one hand. He effortlessly wrestles my thighs apart and positions his manhood at my opening.
“Please… Dom… don’t.”
He viciously drives forward, ripping a gut-wrenching wail from the pit of my stomach.
“Relax, I’m almost done,” he says gruffly.
“There’s more?” I ask incredulously.
“Yes.”
“No! I can’t take any more.” Tears spill from my eyes. “It hurts so much.”
