Dominique sets me down on a long table, but he doesn't release me. "That what you want?" he asks, and it takes me a few seconds to remember what I said to him before that kiss. "You want me to fuck you while you beg for my cock?"
God, yes. Not that I’ll ever admit it out loud. Instead, I lean back, pressing my palms on the table to hold myself up. His hand slips from my neck right as I say, "No thanks. I think I'm good."
I allow a smirk to curl the corners of my mouth as I raise both brows, giving him a disinterested look.
He glares at me in disbelief and then something in him shifts. Tension crackles like lightning between us, and I fight not to squirm under his intense stare.
"You almost had me," he tsks with an amused laugh. "Almost. But if you think for one second I'm going to buy that mouthful of lies, guess again, baby girl." He steps into me, cupping my sex and driving the heel of his palm against me. "You're soaked pussy doesn't lie. I can feel how wet you are through your jeans.”
My eyes pop wide and my heart beats frantically against my chest before I can pull myself together enough to bite out, "Screw you."
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" He smirks, palm still pressed firmly against my center. My hips lift off the table of their own volition when he pushes down on my clit. I gasp, biting back a moan, and my cheeks burn with humiliation, but I can't find it in me to tell him to stop. It feels so good.
“I don’t like liars,” he grunts, his eyes locked on his hand between my legs.Wait. What?He drags my hips to the edge of the table until my butt is about to slide off. Then he spreads my legs, creating enough room for him to step between them. He makes no effort to mask his desire as he slams his lips down on mine again and groans into my mouth right before he fists my hair and jerks my head back, tearing his lips from mine and leaving me to stare up at the ceiling. He scrapes his teeth along the column of my throat, nipping and sucking on my sensitive skin.
I gasp, and a fresh wave of pleasure filters through me, igniting every cell in my body.
He runs his nose up the side of my neck, inhaling me as he says, “So, I have to punish you." There's a note of regret in his voice, and the next thing I know, he's spun me around to face the opposite wall. My feet hit the floor, my body bent over the desk and my ass thrust out toward him. One hand presses down on the center of my spine, effectively pinning me in place as the other roams over my hip, trailing down to my ass.
"What am I being punished for?" My heart rate picks up.
"You lied to me."
I shake my head in denial. "I didn't lie." My voice shakes, but whether from desire or fear, I'm not entirely sure.
"There you go again," he tsks.
His hand dips lower, boldly stroking the inside of my thighs as he uses his legs to force me into a wider stance. I grind my teeth together to hold back the moan that threatens to spill past my lips.
"I'm going to give you a second chance to come clean, because despite what you think, I'm not a complete asshole."
I start to laugh, but the sound dies in my throat when I feel the ridge of his cock dig into my ass, hard and demanding. What is he doing to me? We don't get along. We definitely don't like one another. But the level of need I feel right now is like nothing I've felt before, which is both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time because this is bad. So fucking bad.
"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 mimics 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.
