“I leave for Denver on my birthday,” I say, donning my robe. “I’ll be gone for a week. Can we reschedule?”
“Is there a reason why you haven’t mentioned this before?” he asks, clearly angry. This is my first time hearing of his trip, but I’m not upset.
“Figured you wouldn’t care.”
“Visiting someone special?”
“Yeah, my friend Mia. She plans on taking me to all the nightclubs and—”
In a flash, Dom’s large hand covers my face, and I’m thrown against the wall. The jarring collision rattles my brain and knocks the breath from me. His palm shields my nose and mouth, obstructing the flow of oxygen.
“You’re going to stay here and wait for me,” he snarls.
I earnestly grapple to extricate myself as my deprived lungs burn and panic sets in.
“What you’ll be hitting is my pelvic bone while I’m splitting your pussy open doggy-style.” His hand slips from my face, and I inhale a big gulp of air.
“Do you understand me?” he asks menacingly, pressing his nose to mine.
I nod my head jerkily, afraid of what he’ll do if I refuse to concede.
“Say the fucking words.”
“I understand,” I wheeze.
He grabs my wrist and tugs me down the hallway.
“I have to get dressed.”
“That isn’t necessary.”
“I can’t go anywhere in my robe.” He exits my condo, towing me along, and strolls into my neighbor’s place like it’s his residence.
“What the heck are we doing in here?”
Dom tugs me into the bedroom. A man holding a video camera hovers in the corner. Julian and Kaci lie on the bed, completely unclothed. I assume it’s her. Finally, I can put a face to the woman whose passionate cries I’ve heard for the last several months. Her lithe figure and silky blonde hair are stunning. They’re an alluring picture.
“What is this?” I ask breathlessly.
“Your fantasy,” Dom answers, untying my sash. “They’re yours to command.”
A passage in my diary outlines my desire to witness the pair having sex. Dom is bringing my vision to fruition.
“I can’t,” I say, holding the lapels together. My nipples stiffen and my center pulsates, contradicting my negative response. Watching Kaci lovingly stroke Julian’s length and hearing the sexual noises he emits amplifies my hunger.
“You yearn for this.” Dom tears my robe off and ushers me into a chair situated at the side of the bed. “This will be our secret. They all signed a nondisclosure agreement and will be handsomely compensated.”
“Why are you having this taped?”
“So you can have a keepsake.”
I cross my arms self-consciously. A thousand thoughts bombard me. I silence them and drag in a fortifying breath to calm my rioting nerves.
“They await your instructions,” he presses.
Dom’s formidable presence at my back goads me on.
“T-touch h-her b-breasts,” I stutter.
