“You like the idea of someone watching as I own this perfect little body?”
Biting her bottom lip, Zoe breathes deeply and nods.
“Use your words,” I urge, pulling out of her and pausing for a second before thrusting back inside her.
“Yes,” she moans, her hands making a fist against the mirror.
“That’s a good girl.” I suck on her earlobe, feeling her shudder. “Reach down and play with yourself until you come all over my cock.”
Zoe wastes no time, quickly following directions. In less than a minute, she detonates, squeezing my cock so hard that I join her, spilling inside her and filling her with my cum.
Now this is what she’s going to remember when she thinks about exhibitionism at a BDSM club. She’s going to remember how I tracked her down and took her into a dark room, claiming her while strangers watched. She’s going to get wet remembering how much she liked it. Despite our secret audience, it was all about her and me, without our masks on.
Just Dominik and Zoe.
It was always intended to be this way, and it will continue to be like this forever.
I watch Zoe struggle with her dress while I pull my pants up.
“Where are my panties?”
“You won’t be getting those back,” I say, watching her reaction in the mirror.
“Why?”
Leaning down, I whisper in her ear. “Because you’re going to go out there and have a good time with your friend while I leak out of you all night, my cum dripping down your leg and reminding you who this pussy belongs to.”
It takes everything inside me to kiss her and turn, walking out of that room without looking back.
18
ZOE
I can’t stop thinking about the other night and the way Dominik felt inside me while I watched us in the two-way mirror. Something clicked after he left the BDSM club.
For the first time, I allowed myself to be in the present without dwelling on our past. I didn’t think about the lies, secrets, and betrayal. I didn’t even mind how he randomly showed up there, didn’t even care how the hell he’d found me. My body instinctively responded to him, even before I could fully comprehend the situation. And I hate how I loved every single second of it.
Does that mean I’ve forgiven him? Maybe that’s too extreme, but I think a part of me finally understands how he feels—the carnal desire running through him whenever we’re together. Because I feel it too. I sense Dominik flowing through me, lingering long after his fingertips have left my skin.
It’s all very confusing. That night felt like every other time. Perhaps my desire for the chase is fading as I realize how much better it is to be with Dominik. He makes me experience emotions I never knew were possible. I never thought my black, soulless heart could desire someone in this way.
Intimacy has never meant much to me other than sharing a moment with someone. Getting off and getting out. But it feels different with Dominik. This whole thing is developing into something greater than I imagined. I had a good grasp on it, but now I’m feeling unsure.
I long for his touch even when we’re together. Thinking about missing him later. It’s stupid and crazy and makes no sense. But it never feels like enough.
I thought I would get my fill by now, that I would pull away like I always do, but the opposite is happening, and that terrifies me more than anything else.
The unknown terrifies me.
This need terrifies me.
I lie in bed, staring up at the ceiling and wishing it wasn’t pissing with rain outside so I could go for a run. Maybe throwing around some weights at the gym will get my mind off Dominik for a bit. My stupid vagina needs a timeout.
Or maybe a good book.
I sigh, knowing that won’t work because I’ve been in a slump for a few weeks, and I sort of blame Dominik for that one, too.
My phone vibrates next to me. Flipping it over, my heart skips a beat when I see his name on my screen.
