His eyes met mine and he smirked, letting me know exactly what was going to happen when he got home.
“Absolutely not,” I hissed, shoving his shoulder until he hit the other side of the booth. “You want to get to know Xander? Well, here’s your chance. Or can you still not follow through on your promises?”
Dom’s tongue flicked out over his lower lip. “Someone taught you to play well.”
Harsh muffled voices told me Xander and Max were arguing again. It gave me the confidence to lean on the table, closing the distance between Dom and me. “Difference is, I know how to win now too.”
“I’d say we’re both winning.” Dom’s gaze drifted down to my coat, as though he could see the bulge underneath. “Because you’re going to go home now, thinking of me. Just like I planned.”
I wasn’t goingto think of him.
I wasn’t.
As soon as I got home, I tried to call Kate. Just like every other time since our text exchange, it rang endlessly before her cheerful recorded voice told me to leave a message.
I hung up. I’d left half a dozen already. If she hadn’t told me not to expect an answer, I’d be panicking. But knowing that, I was just…confused. She obviously had signal if the calls were connecting, so why didn’t she want to talk to me?
Maybe I should obsess about that,about why I didn’t really care, but there was little point. What’s more, there was little room for it in my head.
Not with Dominic taking up all available space.
Grumpy, frustrated, and horny, I took a cold shower. Istayed under it until I was shivering, refusing to stroke my aching cock or touch my hole, which felt strangely empty.
It was no good. Nothing helped. Dom had known exactly what he was doing tonight. He’d forced himself into my space until nothing except him existed.
And it had fucking worked.
Skin still damp, I stormed through into the bedroom and opened the bottom drawer of my bedside table. One I only opened if I was in a very specific mood.
The mood to get fucked.
The flesh-coloured dildo stared back at me, the bottle of lube waiting beside it.
I fought with myself for a minute or two. Not because I thought there was anything wrong with wanting this—there wasn’t. I felt no shame in doing this usually.
But usually, I didn’t picture Dominic while using it.
I knew that wouldn’t be the case tonight.
Fuck it, I thought eventually. It was just a harmless fantasy, right? No one would ever know. I’d get off, this tension crawling under my skin would disappear, and everything would return to normal.
It had to.
My jaw locked as I reached into the drawer before settling myself on the bed. For the next few minutes, I was giving up. I was letting Dom in.
Letting him take control.
And hopefully after, I’d be strong enough to stop him in reality.
I prepped myself efficiently, my brain barely focused on the task. It was far away. Back in the bar, where Dom was pressing his thigh against mine, his lips almost brushing my ear as he whispered dirty thoughts.
I let my mind finish up the scene with a different ending. One where I led Dom by the hand, out to thetoilets. He’d walk behind me, his chest against my back. He wouldn’t be able to wait. His strong hand would grab my jaw, forcing it into place so my neck was exposed.
A shiver rushed through me as I imagined the scratch of his stubble against my skin. How his other hand might tug impatiently at where my shirt was tucked into my jeans, grunting in approval when he finally found warm flesh. Would he like how my body had changed? The tight abs I’d worked so hard to earn? The taut pecs he’d explore with his rough fingers before pinching my nipple?
I moaned, grateful that Xander wasn’t home. It was time. I was so fucking close already. With my feet flat on the bed, I spread my legs wide. My back arched high as my hole stretched in welcome. I relished the burn of every inch as I gradually fucked myself open using the dildo. When it bottomed out, I was breathless and writhing. I moaned again, my eyelids fluttering as the fantasy took over.
Dom would keep his hands on me as we went into thetoilets, stumbling against each other as we fell into a stall. The lock would be flicked. My jeans barely pulled down enough to reveal my arse. Just enough to give Dom the access he needed.
