"Do you want me to fuck you, baby girl?" My mouth goes dry as he thrusts against me, pressing his cock against the crack of my ass as he minicks fucking me. "Do you want to beg for my cock as I thrust deep inside you?"
My pussy clenches and his vulgar words almost undo me. I swallow hard and manage to deliver a shaky denial, "No."
He stops moving and exhales a sigh full of resignation, as if my response somehow pains him. "I did warn you," he says, his voice tinged with regret.
I swallow hard, wondering what he intends to do next. I’ve never seen him like this. He’s always been so restrained. We fight, sure, but with words. This isn’t anything like our usual battles. This is like going to war and I am wholly outmatched and unprepared for this kind of fight.
One hand reaches around me and undoes the button on my jeans. "Last chance," he offers, but words die on my tongue. My thighs tighten in anticipation. Is he...are we going to...
His fingers hook into my jeans, dragging them over my hips and exposing my rear. He leaves my underwear in place, but all I’m wearing is a hot pink thong that leaves my entire backside on display. "Fuck," he groans and cups my ass cheeks, spreading them with his fingers while also pushing me forward, father across the table until the tops of my thighs can't go any further.
"Tell me to stop," he growls. "If you're not okay with this, whatever the fuck is about to happen right now, tell me now." He runs his fingers down the crack of my ass until he reaches my pussy and presses his fingers into me through the soaked fabric of my panties. My legs quake.
I should do what he suggests, tell him to stop, but I'm drunk on desire, feeling like I'll explode if he stops touching me, so I keep my lips pressed together and shake my head. I'll regret this come morning.
I won't be able to pretend this didn't happen. I won't be able to forget his hands on me or the sensation of him thrusting between my thighs. This is a mistake and I know it. I just don't fucking care.
Dominique twists his hand in my hair and I instinctively know what comes next. It's no surprise when he yanks on it, forcing my back to arch and my chin to jut forward. He seems to like that, pulling my hair. And I can't say that I'm complaining about it.
I don't have a lot of experience in this arena. I've fooled around before, sure. Given head. Had my pussy eaten out. But I haven't gone all the way with anyone. I'm not saving myself for marriage or anything like that, I just never cared about any of my past boyfriends enough to spread my legs for them.
I've never been with a guy like this. One who my body responds to on a visceral level.
Dom shifts to the side, no longer between my thighs, but he doesn't let go of my hair. He winds it around his fist, tightening his hold as his other hand hooks beneath the fabric of my panties and a lone finger slips between my wet slit.
I moan when he finds my clit, brushing his finger over the sensitive nub.
“Dominique …” I gasp, and his finger moves faster against me, my hips rearing back of their own accord. The pain in my scalp and the pleasure between my thighs has pure heat zipping down my spine. My toes curl and I’m panting heavy, my release so incredibly close.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," he mutters under his breath right before he withdraws his finger from between my legs and his palm slaps my bare ass cheek. I yelp, jolting forward, but the table makes it impossible to go anywhere.
Holy fuck."Did you just spank me?"
Instead of answering, he spanks my other cheek and I slap my palm against the table.
"I warned you what would happen if you didn't tell the truth." He massages my burning flesh, lessening the sting a bit, only to slap me again. I cry out, but the sound is cut off when he releases my hair only to wrap his hand over my mouth.
"Shhhh...." he whispers. "Keep making that sound and someone is bound to come and investigate what is going on in here."
I try to shift away from him. When he said he was going to punish me for lying, I didn't expect this.
He chuckles, like my attempt at escape amuses him. "I'm not done with you yet. I think you deserve at least two more.” A fourth smack is delivered and I scream, but his palm muffles the sound.
"Your ass turns the prettiest shade of pink,” he tells me, and I whimper against his palm.
He squeezes my ass, trailing his fingers over each cheek and between my cleft. He said two more, but he’s only delivered one, and the anticipation of what is still to come grips my chest.
Dominique lets go of my mouth and shifts behind me, pressing his erection against me. “Want to try again?” he asks, rocking his hips against me. “Tell me the truth and maybe I’ll consider giving you what you want. Beg for my cock the way we both know you want to.”
The smug sound of his voice has my eyes narrowing and I lift my head to look over my shoulder. I won’t beg for anything. Not from him or anyone else. My gaze collides with his and just as I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, his palm slaps my ass, harder than all of the times before.
I open my mouth on a silent scream before sucking in a shaky breath as I sag against the table.
Dominique steps back, moving around the table until he’s standing in front of me, able to meet my gaze. He casually leans forward, pushing the hair out of my face. I should stand up. At the very least pull my jeans back over my ass, but I can’t seem to find the energy to move.
“You know, you’re not nearly as insufferable when you’re like this.”
I raise one hand and flip him off.
