Two men step forward. Dom assesses them for a beat, then nods. They round the booth to the top end of the table and take a wrist each, pinning it to the table. Their hungry eyes scorch my skin.
‘You can touch her tits,’ he tells them. ‘Worship them, tease them, but don’t even think about touching this.’ He lowers his mouth to my pussy and rolls his tongue over my clit. My hips arch in response. ‘This is mine.’ His big black eyes meet mine again, almost daring me to challenge him. Daring me to defy him.
I can’t.
Because right here, right now, I am entirely his—in every sense of the word.
He doesn’t break eye contact as he resumes lapping at my slit like he can’t get enough. Hands and mouths tease my breasts, circling and sucking my tight, needy nipples. But I don’t look at them. Dominic Kincaid is the only man I see. The man orchestrating the most transcendent experience of my life.
Every inch of my skin hums and crackles with the promise of raw, ethereal pleasure. My thighs are trembling like a newborn fawn as my release builds deep inside my core. I’m nowhere near ready for this to be over, but there’s no way I can last.
When he pulls the chrome bar wider again and sinks his tongue into my centre, I erupt. My orgasm rips violently through me, shocking, euphoric, and utterly debilitating. Dominic continues to lick long after the mouths and hands leave my breasts. He presses a tender kiss to my sensitive clit and crawls up onto the table until we’re eye to eye.
‘You did so good, baby. You’re a fucking natural. Welcome to my world.’ His lips meet mine and I taste myself on him. ‘All these men, they all want to fuck want’s mine.’
‘Please, sir,’ I beg. I need him inside me. Need him to fill me up, because no matter how many orgasms he delivers, I’m still not sated, because what I really crave is him.
He frowns. ‘Please sir, what?’ he glances around. Most of our audience has drifted away, though some continue to stare in open fascination.
‘I need you to fuck me,’ I whisper.
30
DOMINIC
When she’s staring at me with those big wide eyes, it’s almost impossible to say no to her. Of course I want to fuck her. I want to take her right here, right now, and mark her as mine in front of all these men.
But if I do that, there’s no going back.
There’s no walking away.
Not for her.
Not for me.
‘Please,’ she begs again. Our eyes lock. I reach to her ankles and free her from the restraints.
Her face falls. Disappointment swims in her big baby blues, and it cracks my chest wide open, stealing my heart right out of my ribcage.
I wrap her legs around my waist and hoist her up into my arms. Her hands palm the nape of my neck as I carry her naked body across the room and out into the dimly lit corridor. I stride silently into one of the private rooms and lock the door behind me. Hypnotic, sensual music floats from discreetly positioned speakers, low enough to allowconversation—or, more importantly, to hear a submissive’s safeword.
The vast, opulent space stretches before us, but the weight of my want fills every corner.
I physically ache for her.
Which is beyond disturbing for a man who doesn’t feel pain.
She takes in the polished black concrete walls that soar fifteen feet overhead. The chrome suspension points that gleam like stars against the dark ceiling. The centrepiece that dominates the room—an elevated platform of black leather stretched over sleek, chrome framework with handcuffs at both the top and bottom. The red rope lighting lines the floor and ceiling.
I carry her to the platform and place her gently down. She wets her lips, silently pleading with me, her pupils the size of saucers.
I grab my rock solid cock through my suit pants. ‘If I give it to you, there will be no walking away from me.’ I pin her hands above her head, my eyes boring into hers. ‘There will be no arrangement. It’ll be you and me, sweetheart, like the vows—’til death do us part.’
‘Why does it have to be that way?’ She whispers.
‘I told you I don’t feel pain. Not physically anyway. But if you were to walk away from me, it would be agony.’ He takes my hand and brings my fingers to his lips. ‘You running into my bar was fate. I waited thirty-five years to find you. Now I have, I’m going to do everything in my power to keep you. I need you, sweetheart, properly. And I need to know you aren’t going to walk out that door in a year’s time. I need it like a fire needs oxygen.’
Her teeth sink into her lower lip as my fingers tease her needy nipples.
