My tongue darts out as I drag the tip across his glistening head. His grip tightens around my throat, making me wish I could see his face hiding behind the mask. The wrath that must be burning in his eyes at my defiance makes me so fucking wet.
Fuck, I missed this. The primal hunger is so exhilarating, the anticipation of what’s to come quiets my mind in the best possible way.
He doesn’t make a move, so I tilt my head and lick down his shaft. Within seconds I’m standing, breathless as Dom rips my shirt in half. The buttons scatter across the room, their clattering sound echoing as the cool air brushes against my exposed skin. He swiftly twirls me around, and the room fills with the sound of fabric tearing as he rips my pencil skirt from behind. With ease, he lifts me and charges toward his bed, throwing me onto it.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Dom!” I yelp, barely catching my breath as he grips my thigh and stomach, flipping me around until my head is dangling off the bed.
I don’t even have a chance to fight before his dick is shoved down my throat. Dominik is ruthless, thrusting in and out of my mouth to try to suffocate me. I grip his thighs, digging my fingernails into his flesh as I try to hold back my gags.
Thank every star out there I was too busy to eat much today, or I’d be puking all over his bed right now.
I focus on relaxing my jaw, letting him push into my throat as tears blur my eyes. I’m barely getting enough air when he suddenly pulls out, allowing me a few seconds to catch my breath.
I hear rattling from his bedside table before he reappears above my head. His cock is rock hard and jutting up, and I’m too distracted by it to notice Dominik tilting his mask up to the top of his head. He leans over me, and I grab his dick, running my tongue up and down his length as he groans.
In a swift movement, he finishes undressing me, leaving me completely naked on his bed.
“God, I do fucking love that sweet mouth of yours,” he groans, moving my head back down as he shoves his cock to the back of my throat. I choke instantly, and he lets out a soft moan.
Buzzing goes off, and I try to look for the source, but I’m also actively trying to control my gagging. As soon as the toy hits my clit, my back arches and I gasp for air—not getting much sincehe’s still fucking my face. I moan with a stuffed mouth and feel Dominik grow harder. I don’t know how that’s possible, but I can’t think about anything else right now. The toy is strong, and my climax rises quickly.
My hips move on their own, and just as I’m about to come, the sensation is stolen. Before I can even react, his hot release hits the back of my throat, and I nearly choke as it gets shoved down. When he pulls out, I’m half concentrating on breathing and half trying not to vomit. Tears soak my cheeks, and I’m beyond fucking turned on from the toy he teased me with.
Dominik shoves himself into his jeans and walks out of the room.
“Are you kidding me?” He better get back here before I chase him down myself.
I look around, trying to spot the toy, but it’s gone too.
Motherfucker took it with him.
When Dominik returns, he secures the mask onto his face and retrieves a set of straps.
He doesn’t address me. Dominik works quickly, strapping my wrists and ankles to each corner of the bed until I’m lying out flat like a star. Completely helpless and at his disposal.
“It’s going to be a long night, little butterfly. I hope you stayed hydrated today.” As the buzzing starts and the vibrator touches my clit, I can hear the smile in his voice.
I know I’ll be exhausted tomorrow, but it’ll be worth it. This is my happy place.
27
DOMINIK
“Are you nervous?” I’ve been watching Zoe since we got into the limo. She’s been picking at her freshly manicured nails, staring anxiously out the window as if wishing she were anywhere but here.
“Yes,” she mutters, not looking at me.
I stare at her hand, wanting to reach across and hold it, but I find myself pausing. I know things have been different between us lately; we feel more real than ever. Yet I still worry that one day I’m going to push her too far and she’ll run off like a scared cat. I don’t want to do anything to mess this up, but Zoe knows by now that there is nothing she can do or say that would make me leave.
I’ll chase after her through fire and rain.
So fuck it. Hold her hand.
Reaching across, I take her hand in mine, holding my breath for a second. To my surprise, Zoe intertwines our fingers.
“Do you want to talk about it? Before we pull up?”
She shakes her head, then turns to face me with a smile. “Thank you, though. I wish we could have just stayed in or fast-forward to tomorrow.”
