“Well, I can fix that,” he says. He gets on his phone, and two seconds later he grins at me again. “Problem solved,” he says.
“What did you do?” I ask.
“Who do you think is in control of the security here, sweetheart?”
“You can control all of it from your phone?” I ask. I don’t know why that surprises me.
Dominic smirks, a gritty smile that I don’t trust. I’d fuck that smile if I could. “Oh honey, I can control a lot of things.”
“Yeah?” I ask, challenging him.
“Yeah…” he answers, and he shifts my weight in his arms. Then I feel his fingers crawl around one of my thighs, towards my pussy, and I can already feel the heat rushing.
“Dom…” I whisper.
“Yeah?” he asks with that smirk still plastered on his lips, tipping in the corners. How this man can go from hard-faced business tycoon to fuckboy in all of two seconds is beyond me. And in the same two seconds he is able to bypass the seam of my satin thong and his fingers find my clit.
I gasp and buck into him, but he holds me tight against him with the strength of one arm. “Dominic,” I whimper as his fingers work their magic. With my legs wrapped around him and my thighs parted, I am spread and ready for anything he wants to do to me, and all I can do is hang on.
“Yes,” he asks.
“You’re making me so wet,” I say as I pant and squirm against him.
“I feel that. You’re dripping down my hand. It’s so fucking sexy,” he rasps.
After he teases me a little longer, his fingers find their way inside me. With his palm cupping my pussy, he works his fingers in and out of me.
“Fuck,” I whimper, pressing my forehead to his, my mouth open as I continue to gasp with every thrust. As I ride his hand, it takes everything in me not to come undone, not to cry out. I think he can tell he’s edging me because Dominic’s lips twist in a smug grin.
“What do you want, baby girl?” he asks.
“I want you inside me,” I say, still grinding into his palm.
“Tell me how you want it,” he grits out.
“I want you to bend me over,” I tell him.
“Where?” he asks. “A table? The bar?”
“Right here,” I say. “Against the ropes.”
A brutish smile crawls across his lips, and he sets me on my feet. “Yes, ma’am.”
He rests on his knees and grabs me by my hips, looping his arms around my thighs and yanking my pussy up to his eager mouth. His tongue presses to my clit and he drags it across the slit, sucking and flicking and kissing until I am grinding against his face.
“Come for me,” he grits into me. “I want to taste how much you want me.”
I run my hands through his hair, the sweet and salty beads of sweat on my palms as he sucks my clit until I come. When I am finished, he stands up and pulls his hard cock from his pants, stroking the length of it slowly. He places his other hand on my hip and turns me to face the ropes. Then, he presses a hand on my back, and I bend at the waist, grabbing the rope. I groan as he sinks his dick deep into me, plunging to the hot depths of my need for him.
“Fuck me, Mila. You are so goddamn tight.”
Faster and faster, his shaft glides in and out of me, sending a surge of shivers through me every time. As he continues to fuck me, one of his hands finds my clit and I moan, writhing against him.
“Somebody is going to come again,” he teases.
“I don’t know if I can handle another,” I whimper. I shouldn’t have said that because I am pretty sure he takes it as a challenge. Dominic’s fingers play me like he’s playing a musical instrument, and my body quivers.
“Fuck,” I murmur as the orgasms rips through me over and over. Clutching me and taking me captive until I am left satisfied and shattered simultaneously. Dominic groans, and the warmth of him fills me before he collapses over me.
