"But what about the rest of the exhibition?"
"It’s fine. You've heard enough. And if one more woman looks at me like that, you're going to do something we'll regret."
He's right. I'm about two seconds away from causing a scene. We slip out into the Brooklyn night, the cool air hitting my flushed skin.
"Let’s get back to the hotel," Dom says. We don't speak in the cab, but we sit pressed together, my hand on his thigh, his arm around my shoulders.
The hotel room door slams shut behind me with a force that rattles the frame. I whirl on Dom before he can even toss his keys on the dresser, and I know my eyes are blazing with barely contained fury.
"Those fucking women," I hissed, stalking toward him with predatory intent. "Did you see them? That bitch with her hand on your arm, acting like I wasn’t there."
"I know, baby," he says calmly, his eyes tracking my movements with dark amusement. The fucker is loving this.
"They wanted you," I say, as I grab his shirt and yank him closer.
"And what are you going to do about it?" he challenges, his voice low and dangerous.
"I'm going to mark every inch of you," I whisper. "I'm going to make sure everyone knows you're taken."
I crash my mouth against his, kissing him with bruising intensity, my teeth catching his bottom lip hard enough to draw a groan from his throat. My hands tear at his shirt, desperate to get to his skin, to claim what is mine.
Dom lets me have my moment of control, letting me rip his shirt open and shove it off his shoulders. Then he grabs my hair and yanks my head back, exposing my throat.
"You want to mark me, baby?" he asks, his voice rough. "Then get on your fucking knees and show me how much you want it."
But I wasn't ready to submit yet. Instead I surprise him by pushing him backward onto the bed and climb on top of him, straddling his hips. My mouth descends onto his neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin, working a dark hickey into his flesh.
"Fuck," he groans, his hands gripping my hips as I marked him. "That's it. Mark me up."
I move to another spot, sucking harder, my teeth grazing his skin. I can feel his pulse racing under my lips as I work bruise after bruise into his neck, his collarbone, the strong column of his throat. My greedy hands roam over his chest, my nails dragging down his skin, leaving red trails. I continue to move lower, my mouth finding his chest, sucking a dark mark justabove his nipple. My tongue flicks over the sensitive peak and Dom's hips jerk beneath me.
"Goddamn," he pants. "You're fucking hungry for it, aren't you?"
"Yes," I say, moving to his other pec, marking him there too. I suck hickeys across his chest, his shoulders, anywhere I can reach. I want him covered in my marks, I want every woman who looks at him to know he is taken.
"My turn," Dom says suddenly, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that makes my pussy clench. He flips me onto my back with effortless strength and begins stripping me out of my dress, leaving me just in my underwear.
He gets off the bed and removes the rest of his clothes with deliberate slowness, letting my watch as he reveals his strong chest, his hard cock already thick and ready for me.
"You've had your fun. Now I'm going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours."
I unhook my bra, freeing my large breasts as he approaches me on the bed. They spill out, heavy and full, my nipples already hard peaks. Dom's eyes darken with lust as he stares at them.
"Fuck, these tits," he growls, grabbing them roughly, squeezing the soft flesh. "So fucking big and perfect."
He positions himself over me, his knees on either side of my chest, his hard cock jutting toward my face. My mouth waters at the sight of him, thick and long, the head already glistening with precum.
"Open that jealous mouth," he commands, gripping his cock at the base. "Show me what a good little cock-slut you are."
I open my mouth eagerly, and Dom pushes his cock between my lips. The taste of him explodes on my tongue, all salty, masculine and completely intoxicating. I moan around his length as he begins to thrust, fucking my mouth with slow, deliberate moves.
"That's it," he groans, his hands tangling in my hair. "Take my cock. Take it all the way down your throat."
He pushes deeper, and I relax my throat, letting him slide in until my nose is pressed against his pelvis. I can feel him throbbing in my throat, and I gag slightly, but I don't pull back. I wanted to take all of him, to show him how good I can be.
"Fuck yes," he groans, holding my head in place. "Such a good little slut, taking my whole cock like that."
He pulls back and thrusts in again, setting a rhythm that has my eyes watering. I moan around his cock, the vibrations making him curse. Saliva is dripping down my chin now, making a mess, and my chest heaves with each breath.
