“No.”
“Don’t lie. It makes me want to punish you, and I can’t do that here.”
Oh, sweet Jesus. I pull free from his grip and turn to face the seat in front of me, crossing my legs.
Dominik leans in, his lips brushing past my ear. “Press those thighs tighter for me, baby. I know you crave to be punished. Just say the words, Zoe. I’ll take you to the back of this plane and have you screaming out my name so every last person on this flight knows who you belong to.”
I’m pretty certain I’m going to combust at any second.
“Dominik, please,” I plead, hoping he stops tormenting me like this.
“Suit yourself,” he whispers, and I close my eyes.
His fingers gently move my hair, and then his lips graze just below my ear, causing tingles to dance along my neck. I sense a slight nip on my lobe followed by a gentle suction as he exhales in perfect harmony with his movements. A surge of desire tightens and pulses inside me, eliciting a primal ache that tugs at my very core. A need that has me wanting to straddle him right here with his teammates all around us. I don’t even care if they watch; I want them to watch, actually. The thought of fucking Dominik with eyes on us turns me on so much, I can barely stand to sit here.
I forcefully push myself away and stand up, quickly moving past him without caring that my breasts are practically in his face. Right now, my priority is creating some space between Dominik and myself.
Ignoring eyes on me, I almost run toward the restrooms in the back of the plane. I lock myself in the small space and splash some stale airplane water on my face.
“Get a hold of yourself. You’re better than this.”
But I’m not sure that I am. Not anymore. I don’t even remember why I’m holding on to this anger so tightly. The longer this drags on, the worse these thoughts are going to become, and I’m not a good enough person to stop this. I don’t even know if I want to anymore.
I miss the raw sexual chemistry I had with Runi in Boston. I miss being chased in the woods. I want to be punished, abused, and fucked until I can’t remember my own name. Until there isn’t a single thought left in my head. And knowing Runi was Dominik this entire time, it takes away the difficulty in finding that again. He’s right here, and he’s after me.
He’s chasingme. He wantsme.
He lied. He stalked you online. He pretended to be someone else. He ruined your first BDSM experience. He lied about his identity. He cares about Aaron, not you.
That is all true, except for maybe that last part, and I could look at it that way, or I could look at it from a different light. Dominik was the one who introduced me to BDSM, and he protected me from a potential predator. From the very beginning, he made me feel secure because he understood me. Perhaps he knew that revealing his true self to me would have driven me away or led me to engage with someone else who might have crossed boundaries.
Now you’re making excuses for him?
Ugh. This is a disaster.
How am I going to survive the next twenty-four hours? I wish Sammy or Via were here—they’d know what to do, or she’d kidnap me. Except I’m not sure I’d even tell her about any of this.
The constant struggle between right and wrong, my desires and dislikes, is driving me to the brink of madness. I can somewhat understand the emotions Dominik must have experienced that night I entered the mansion. It’s easier to pretend there was no connection between us, to start fresh rather than carry the burden of our past.
I just want to hit pause, but life doesn’t work like that.
I’m going to have to figure out a way to push through this and come out relatively whole on the other side.
10
ZOE
Entering the arena from the back with the crew and team strutting in front is such a unique experience. I take pleasure watching everyone come together, each person knowing exactly what to do since they have this dance down to the second. I’m sure after all these years, this feels like second nature to the guys. But it’s obvious they don’t enjoy it. Walking through one by one, they tilt their public masks into place, dressed in suits that accentuate their features and athletic physique.
Dominik’s getup is absolutely lethal. But what’s even more entertaining—or torturous, depending on how you look at it—was witnessing him take off and put on his formal attire. I couldn’t help but feel like I was missing a bag of popcorn while glaring at him on the plane. And the worst part? He fucking loved the way I couldn’t seem to look away.
I drank him in like a thirsty bitch. Did I even try to stop myself? Nope.
Did I pretend like I was checking out the other guys? I intended to, but then I melted into my seat while watching Dominik.
My body desires him in a way I’ve never felt before. It’s a type of need I’ve never truly experienced until now. I didn’t evenlet myself miss Runi too much because I knew I would never see him again. It was always one night, but now, everything has changed. Having Dom so near, so deeply involved, alters things significantly.
It’s just sexual attraction. It’ll fade.
