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CHAPTER EIGHT
Sophia rushesfrom room to room in our plush beach cottage. Her excitement is palpable as she checks each room while I tip the bellhop after leaving our luggage. A squeal echoes through the room and I keep walking toward her direction. She’s standing in front of the huge picture window that overlooks the Pacific Ocean.
“Oh, Dom, this is wonderful! I’ve never been anywhere like this before! Thank you so much for bringing me with you!” She throws her arms around my neck and hurls her body into my arms. I instinctively pull her closer to me, tightening my hold. Her breasts are pressing into my chest and her plump lips are so close to mine, the temptation is too much to resist.
Leaning my head down slightly to meet hers, I kiss her gently at first while relishing in her taste and touch. With building urgency, the spark from our kiss ignites into an all-consuming fire, and for the first time in memory, I am slightly uncertain of maintaining my control. Only slightly, though. She makes me want to throw complete caution to the wind and figure it out as we go. Then, the next second, she makes me want to bend her over, pull her hair, and tell her to hold on tight.
Option two is my preference.
Lifting her higher off the floor, she wraps her legs around me as I push her back up against the wall. Her hands are in my hair and every time she pulls on it, the mixture of pleasure and pain only heightens my senses even more. My crotch is perfectly aligned with the sweet spot between her legs. Lightly grinding into her, I can feel her warmth envelop me. The moan that escapes her lips is intoxicating and I push into her again, only this time I intentionally grind into her harder than before. The thin material of our clothes is all that’s keeping me from burying myself deep inside her and not stopping until she’s screaming my name repeatedly.
My mouth is devouring hers, and every time my tongue slides across hers, I imagine myself licking her pussy, lapping up the juices that flow from the evidence of her arousal. I fantasize about her thighs framing my face, lightly scraped and red from the scruff of my five o’clock shadow. While my fingers plunge inside her, my mouth would find the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and I would leave my mark on her. My teeth would lightly sink into her skin as I bit, licked, and sucked until she is branded by me.
My hands are under her ass to hold her up. She’s so thin, she hardly weighs anything at all. I can easily bear her weight and carry her to the bedroom without even breaking a sweat. I pull back from our kiss and peer into her eyes. They’re like melted chocolate, asking for more and submitting to me at the same time. For now, it’s still too early to carry this any further.
The ray of sunlight streaking through the picture window grabs the natural red tint in her hair, making it shimmer and glisten. Lowering her feet to the floor, I use my body to hold her against the wall and gently run my fingers down the length of her hair. I lean in and gently kiss her lips that are still swollen from our passionate kiss.
“We’re in no hurry, Sophia. We have all the time in the world for this. I want to get to know you. I don’t want to rush this and risk building your trust in me,” I whisper to her lovingly.
“You’re not rushing me, Dom,” her voice pleads with me to continue.
I’m in control and won’t let her lead us down this path. When I’m convinced she’s unable to wait another second, I will be more than willing to fulfill her every need. Smiling, I gently stroke her face and peer intently into her eyes. “My Angel, let go of your fears. I’m not going anywhere. I can wait for you—until you’re ready.”
Her eyes well up with tears but she is able to hold them back. Her emotion is raw and real. She’s both shocked and relieved that I saw past her bravado. There’s not doubt that she wants me, but there’s also no doubt that she’s not in the right frame of mind just yet. She has to start trusting me—to not hurt her, to not leave her, and to give her what she needs.
“Let’s go to the outdoor restaurant and have some lunch, maybe a walk on the beach. Then we’ll see where the rest of the day leads us,” I offer. “We have time later to review for our meeting tomorrow. I’d like to enjoy time alone with you.”
“I would like that, too, Dom,” she replies and I take her hand in mine. Her hand is so small and feels so fragile in mine. The abuse she suffered at the hands of the man who was supposed to care for her is the only thing holding me back from making her fully mine right now. She needs time to see me differently, but damn if I don’t want to show her how good we can be together.
Later.
I tug on her hand and gently pull her to the door. She takes a few steps and then stops. “Dom, don’t I need to unpack our suitcases?”
“No,My Angel, the concierge will come in and unpack for us while we’re gone. They already know which ones not to touch,” I explain patiently.
“I didn’t mean to question you, Dom,” her tone apologizes.
“You can ask all the questions you want or need to. Correction will only be dealt with if you continue after we’ve discussed it and I’ve given my final answer. Understand?”
She nods her head in agreement and smiles broadly. Her beautiful brown eyes glitter with happiness and my chest swells with pride from knowing I put it there. Simple words, natural gestures, and sincere feelings—it’s amazing how many men just don’t get it. I can be Dominant and loving, in control and flexible, and hard and soft—all at the same time. If this is what she needs to make her feel the real me and know that my promises are absolute, I can give this to her every day.
As we walk together from our cottage to the large dining patio area, she naturally falls in step with me, moving into my side as I wrap my arm around her. Several other men notice her as we move through the crowds. She’s stunning and the other men turn their heads to watch her move past them. Sophia,My Angel, is oblivious to all of them. Her sole focus is on me and her behavior pleases me immensely.
“Do you see all these men staring at you? Wishing they were the ones with you?” I ask her, simply to pay her a compliment and reassure her of how beautiful she is. I feel her entire body tense beside me and her hands fidget nervously.
“I only want to be with you, Dom,” she answers solemnly, as if she’s been scolded for misbehaving.
I stop walking and tilt her face to look at me as I speak to her. “My Angel, it was a compliment. They can look all they want. It’s me you’re with and it’s me who you willalwaysbe with. You can be proud of your beauty and proud to be in my arms. You never have to be ashamed of it with me.”
Her whispered reply nearly floors me. “And you won’t share me?”
What the fuck has he done to her?
“I willnevershare you, Sophia. And you will never have to share me with anyone else. I give you my word,” I ardently reply. “You can believe me.”
“I do. I won’t question you again,” she quickly states.
