“Nice part of town, more upscale, nicer homes,” Shadow replies. “If they try anything, the people would be more likely to intercede if they see it. If they’re up to something, it’ll be the quietest, most concealed option.”
Shadow seems to be working through the logistics in his mind and not really speaking to anyone in particular. The fury is rolling off of Dominic in waves and rippling through the car. “Shadow,” Dom growls through his clenched teeth, “we will talk about this in private.”
“Dominic, I’m not questioning your need to protect her and your baby. There will be zero risk to her safety. ZERO. This is our opportunity to either gather more information from Shawn directly or we will figure out what their end game is. Either way, it’s worth it to be able to put an end to this once and for all,” Shadow reasons.
“You’ll be there with me, right?” I ask Dom and squeeze his hand.
“Try to keep me away,” he challenges before leaning over to kiss me. This man owns me–heart, body, and mind, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. His kiss sets me on fire from the inside out. He deepens the kiss as his tongue slips into my mouth. His hand gently caresses my hair before he twists it in his fist and pulls my head back, giving him the full access he wants.
Take it. Take all you want. It’s yours.
He pulls his mouth away, but he still holds me by my hair. Leaning his mouth close to my ear, he pulls my hand into his lap to feel his erection straining against the front of his dress pants. Sighing, with deep need coursing through my body, his sexy voice pulls me into him even more as he whispers, “If we don’t stop, I can’t be responsible for my actions in front of Shadow.”
Tilting my head up, so that my lips are touching his ear, I return the favor. “Then hurry up and get me home so we can be alone.”
“Shadow, can you not drive any faster?” Dominic growls. Shadow chuckles to himself, but I feel the surge of the increased acceleration as we rush home.
Once inside the house, Dominic leads me directly to his bedroom and locks the door. “Give me a minute to freshen up?” I ask.
“Of course, baby. But don’t take too long,” he replies as he strokes my cheek with the back of his hand.
Borrowing his toothbrush, I brush my teeth, wash my face, and finish my freshening-up routine as quickly as possible. The anticipation of the plans he has for me makes it almost impossible for me to wait another second. When I open the bathroom door, I find my Dom standing on the other side, his eyes ravenous with need, his bare body proudly displays his readiness, and his hand is held out, palm up, to lead me to heaven on earth.
“Did‘freshening-up’not include removing your clothes?” Dom cocks a single eyebrow up at me as he leads me into the enormous bedroom.
“How about I strip for you now?” I offer and the slow, sensual smile that crawls across his gorgeous face is the only answer I need.
Gently pushing his shoulders, I guide him to sit on the edge of the bed. Taking a couple of steps backward, my fingers slide down to the hem of my shirt. Crossing my arms at my wrists, I slowly peel the shirt up and over my head, revealing my white, lacy bra. Running my hands down my chest, over my breasts, and straight down my abdomen, I throw my head back in complete ecstasy.
My fingers deftly unzip my skirt and languidly push it down over my hips, swaying them back and forth as my skirt lowers, until it pools at my feet. Standing before him in my matching white, lacy thong, I step out of my skirt and present my body to my Dom for his pleasure.
“Would you like to remove the rest or shall I, Dom?” I submit, giving him the final decision.
He leans back with his elbows on the bed, his sensual smile playing on his lips, and replies, “You’ve been doing such a wonderful job at it, by all means, please finish.”
Thrusting my chest out, I reach behind me to unhook my bra, and hear him groan under his breath. He keeps his need well under control, but knowing that I can elicit this reaction from him empowers me even more. I let the straps fall off my shoulders and slowly uncover my breasts. As it drops off my fingertips to the floor, I turn sideways and reach for my thong to roll it down my legs, bending over as I go.
His arms are suddenly around my waist, lifting me, and placing me on the bed beneath him. “It’s been two, long fucking months, Sophia. As much as it pains me to say this, I don’t want to wait to have you this time. Any other time, your pleasure comes before mine, but, since you broke way too many rules, you will be punished now.”
“Punish me, Dom,” I moan.
He pushes my hands up above my head and secures my wrists in the restraints. Crawling down my body, the friction of his skin on mine pushing me to madness, he secures my ankles in the other set of restraints. I’m now lying on my back, my arms and legs spread far apart, and I’m unable to move of my own accord. I’m completely at his mercy, to do with as he will, and surrendering everything I am to him.
My Dom.
He moves to the side of the bed, his hungry eyes rake over my body and gives me chills before he even speaks.
“Did the doctor give you any restrictions? Any precautions?” he asks, his voice kept low as he asks.
“No, everything looks good from the ultrasound.”
He nods slowly, taking in my response, and considering his next move. “Good.”
He moves methodically, with purpose and intent, and my eyes are fixed on him. My Dom is so handsome and sexy. His stride is confident, his shoulders are broad and proud, and that V on his stomach needs to be licked repeatedly. When my eyes stray back to meet his, the smirk on his face says I have been busted drooling over him.
“Why do I have the feeling that you’re enjoying the punishment part a little too much?” His question is rhetorical, I’m sure.
Opening the drawer of the nightstand, he removes the leather flogger with multiple strands, the riding crop, and the leather paddle, and then he places them within reach. His eyes become serious and the tone of his voice matches. Placing his hands on the bed, he leans over so that his face is close to mine.
