“Beautiful. But not enough to get my shirt off. More.”
Her pupils dilate at the challenge, and she brings her hands up her body, taking a breast in each one. She uses her thumbs to tease at her nipples, my fingers undoing my tie as they harden into diamond points that beg for my tongue.
I press my lips together, denying myself her taste so that I can watch her. Instead, I begin unbuttoning my shirt slowly, rewarding her continued movements.
“Yes, keep doing that, Allison,” I growl, shrugging my shirt off and then tracing my rough palms over my chest as her eyes devour my skin. “Spread your legs.”
She obeys, placing her feet flat on the bed and letting her knees splay open to give me an unobstructed view of her pink pussy.
“Like this?”
I nod, groaning. “Good girl. So pretty. Now feel how wet you already are.”
Allie’s right hand moves like it has a mind of its own, down her belly to her core, cupping herself and moaning as her head falls to the side and her eyes flutter closed. She strokes, the warmth burning against her fingers I’m sure, but she doesn’t dip inside . . . she wants permission.
“Please,” she begs. She’s so naturally obedient, strong but right now so turned on and wanting to make me happy. I’m ecstatic.
“No need to beg. Touch yourself,” I encourage her, undoing my belt and then the clasp on my pants. “Give yourself what you need.”
She whines, knowing that I have what she really needs, but she begins sliding a finger along her slit, spreading her honey up over her clit. It’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. I ease my zipper down, the soft click of the metal teeth pulling apart bringing her eyes back to me.
“Take it out, Dominick. Let me see you too.”
My eyes flick between hers, dark with lust, and her fingers, which disappear inside her and reappear, shiny with her arousal. I’m torn, needing to grip myself, needing to taste her, needing to fuck her. The war rages inside me, filling me with lust.
But I know that my thirst for her requires sating first, and I drop to my knees at her bedside. “Let me taste you. Rub your clit.”
She cries out but does it. Her hips buck into her hand as my tongue licks along her pussy, drinking her down. I reach up, laying my forearm across her hips, holding her in place.
“Faster, Allison,” I order, my words muffled by her wet lips against my mouth. “Let me see you make yourself come all over my face. I want to taste your cum. Then I’ll fuck you deep and hard, just the way you want.”
I can feel her eyes as she looks down her body at me, but my gaze is locked on her hand, watching her fingers blur across her clit and timing my licks with her pace. I add my thumb, teasing in circles at her asshole, and I feel her clench and relax against me.
And then every muscle in her body freezes, tight and coiled in anticipation of the moment, and then she suddenly unfurls beneath me, free in her explosion. It’s exactly what I want for her, both here in this bed and in life, for her to find her freedom wrapped in the cocoon of my love.
I flip her over, placing the pillow under her hips to arch her back. Kicking my pants and shoes off, I crawl up on my knees, lifting her hips until my cock is ready, pressed against her. She looks back over her shoulder, and my heart stops for an instant as I freeze. She gives me the slightest of nods, and I sheathe myself inside her deeply with one powerful stroke.
Instantly, my heart resumes beating, my soul is cleansed of the sin I inflict upon it everyday, and my mind quiets in peace. I am here, no future to consider, no plans to manipulate, no concerns weighing my shoulders down. I’m where I’m supposed to be, with the woman I’m meant to be with. Forever.
Allie sighs, and I tell myself it’s because she feels complete with me inside her as well, but I don’t dare ask, not sure I could withstand an unexpected answer when all my defenses are down.
“Ohh, Dom . . . move. I need you to move.”
I squeeze her ass, loving the way it clenches under my hand as I lean in and kiss her shoulder softly, growling when I pull back.
“When I’m ready. Right now, I’m enjoying the way your velvet walls grip me, kissing along my cock, like your greedy pussy has been waiting just for me.”
She moans, writhing back against me, fucking herself on my cock. I let her for a few strokes, giving her just enough leeway to let her punish herself, teasing and tantalizing herself but unable to get what she really needs.
“Such a naughty girl, using my cock like that. You need me to give you more?”
She mumbles incoherently, but she nods, tremors rolling up her spine as I pull back and thrust in slowly, torturing both of us and making her eyes flutter closed.
“Then give me your hands, Allison.”
She reaches her hands behind her, elbows bent and holding one another. I place a strong hand over her forearms, pinning them to her back before gathering her chocolate tresses in my other hand. I pull back gently, forcing her back to arch, opening her pussy even more as I thrust in deeper and find where that edge of pleasure and pain is for her, knowing I’m going to push her limits.
“Remember you asked for this, Allison.”
It’s both a promise and a warning, and I slam into her, her body quaking with the force of my thrust. She cries out sharply, and I thrust again and again, picking up speed until I’m fucking her hard and rough, deep and fast.
We’re a single body, the sharing of our fluids only making this more savage, and we both strive for more.
“Oh, my God, Dominick!”
I grin ferally, my inner beast unleashed as my hips smack her ass. “You like that, don’t you, Allison? You want me to fuck your pussy hard so you know who it belongs to, isn’t that right?”
“Yes!” she screams senselessly. “Yes!”
I’m not sure if she’s answering my questions or just begging me to keep going. I lean forward, my whisper harsh in her ear. “Who do you belong to? Say my name when you come, Allison.”
She shudders, the words more breath than sound, but she says it, sanctifying this and blessing me with her words. “Dominick. I’m yours, Dominick.”
I can feel her pussy quivering around me, hungrily milking my cock as it demands my cum. I can’t hold back anymore, physically or emotionally, as she repeats the words I so desperately need to hear, the ones that give me the relief that she is mine. My hands tighten, my arms going rock-hard to keep her still, and I pound into her with deep, hard thrusts, each one emphasized with a word.
“I. Love. You. Allison. You. Are. Mine.”
The words and thoughts ratchet into a roar as everything releases, and I fill her with rope after rope of my hot cum, filling her to overflowing as it leaks out around me.
When I can breathe again, I stay pressed against Allie, releasing her arms and hair but wrapping my arms around her waist, grinding inside her as I look down. I marvel at the sight of her puffy lips still gripping me. If I could, I would never leave the warmth of Allie’s pussy, the shiny slick juices all over both of us. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Evidence of our fucking. Proof of our love.
I slip out of her and crawl up next to her, lying on my back and pulling her to my side, where she lays her head on my chest.
“Are you lying in the wet spot?” she asks after a hushed few moments. “I think we made a bit of a mess.”
I smile lazily, my fingers tracing the soft skin at her shoulder. “I would happily lay in our wet spot if it meant cuddling with you after fucking you like that.”
She lifts up onto her elbows, a syrupy grin washing over face. “You say the sweetest things, always sounding like you’re quoting poetry or some famous literature guy, when they’re just your own words. But I think that is probably the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me because I know what a sacrifice lying in the wet spot is. Especially for a guy like you.”
I grin and roll, putting her under me.
She squeals, laughing at the same time. “What are you
doing? You said you’d lie in the wet spot but you’re getting me all in it now.”
“Not willing to sacrifice for me?” I say with a straight face.
She giggles and agrees. “Okay, maybe a little.”
It’s quiet for a moment, both of us just enjoying sharing space, sharing breath.
“I heard you, you know.”
Her eyes lift to mine, almost shy with the admission, and I can see she thinks I spoke the words in the heat of the moment, that I didn’t mean them. I brush a lock of hair back from her cheek, tracing her cheekbone with my thumb.
“I meant every word. I love you, Allison. And you are mine. Today, tomorrow, forever.”
Chapter 19
Allie
There’s a moment of silence, and my brain resonates with the intensity of his words. It’s seemingly so sudden, but my heart and soul leave no doubt that he’s telling me the truth. He loves me. And in that instant, the truth strikes me hard. I love him too.
I take a big breath and an even bigger leap into the abyss that is Dominick Angeline’s world. “I love you, too.”
The wide, bright smile and the utter happiness in his eyes tell me that he was scared . . . that nobody’s ever told him that before and meant it like I do. I feel like he’s opening a window to his soul, letting me in, and I can see through the cracks in his armor to the real man beneath the persona.
He pulls me to him and kisses me sweetly, our tongues tangling together like we can taste the words we’ve spoken, savor them like candy. When we part, we snuggle back together, both of us on our sides, our arms and legs knotted in one another, drifting off into totally blissful slumber.
I awaken minutes or hours later, I don’t really know. At first, I wonder if everything was just a crazy dream, but when I feel his weight on me, I know it was real.
I’m in love with Dominick Angeline and he’s in love with me.
Boom. Mic drop.
But I really need to get up and pee. I wiggle, and he pulls me tighter at first, not letting me go, and I laughingly press on his shoulder.
“Let me up or the wet spot on the bed isn’t going to be nearly as sexy.”
Dom’s lips twitch in a sleepy laugh, and he lets go. “Okay, okay.”
I get to the door, looking back when I hear him turn over. “Hey . . . when I get back, wanna play strip chess?”
“You’re already naked,” he says, stating the obvious.
“Oh, guess we’ll have to figure out something other than clothes to bet with,” I tease.
He smirks, getting up on an elbow. “Dirty girl. I like it.”
After a quick potty break, I wash my hands and try to clean myself up a bit in the bathroom mirror. Wiping under my eyes to remove the mascara streaks and pulling my hair back up into its messy bun, I call it good and grab the chessboard and pieces from the living room.
I expect to see Dominick still lazing in bed when I get back, maybe asleep, maybe lying on his back with his cock saying he’s woke as fuck. What I don’t expect is to see him messing with the smoke detector in the corner, his naked butt and legs stretched long as he stands on tiptoe to mess around with the device on my ceiling.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I thought I saw the light flash red and wanted to make sure the batteries are okay,” he says, pointing. “You know, every six months and all.”
But there’s something about the frozen neutral look on his face, like his usual expressiveness with me has disappeared. It’s his business face, I realize. The words are pretty smooth too, slipping off his tongue easily. But it’s in that silky smoothness I can tell there’s something more. And though I can’t explain it, somehow, I can tell he’s lying. Mere moments after being inside me and saying ‘I love you’ for the first time, he’s being untruthful.
The disparity breaks my heart, and I feel as naïve as TJ made me out to be.
I take a step backward, hurt and confused over why he’d lie about something so unimportant as my smoke detector. I stumble ever so slightly and grab at the door frame, realizing a moment too late that the chess set’s slipping, and the heavy weight falls at my feet, an inch from my toes as pieces scatter.
“Allie? Are you okay?” Dominick says, rushing for me, but I’m already on balance again, holding my hand up as I put space between us.
“No. You just lied to me, Dom. Your fucking hands-on privileges are revoked when you’re doing that. Don’t touch me.”
He flinches like I’m the one who just cracked his heart and he pulls up, his face fraught with concern. “Allie, what’s wrong? I was just checking the battery. Everything’s fine.”
He says it like I’m crazy, like he’s coddling a child who just found out there’s no Santa, but I can see the tension in the lines at the corners of his eyes and his chest rising and falling just a bit too fast. Shit, he’s good, but he’s got a tell. He’s hiding something, maybe not lying that time, but deceiving me all the same.
“You’re lying to me. Don’t do it, Dominick. Don’t you fucking lie after you just told me you love me and fucked my brains out. Trans-fucking-parency, remember? If you want it, you need to give it.” My voice rises as I point a finger at him. He crowds into me until I’m digging a very nice manicure into his chest.
To his credit, he doesn’t step back from my anger, though I can see each word lash him like a whip. Instead, he looks steadily into my eyes, keeping his voice low and calm.
“Allie, I told you there would be things I can’t share with you, that it would be dangerous. I’ll be as open as I can, and I am more open with you than I have been with anyone, but you’re not ready for it all.”
Though this man would never beg, I can hear the plea in his words, asking me to let this go. But while I can let go of a lot of things, this is my home. If he wants some arm candy that’ll bend to his every whim like a willow tree, he needs a reminder that I’m not that girl. I have been to hell and fought my way to get back to where I am today. I am strong, not a weak willow but a fucking oak tree rising up to the sky, and I will not let him come in and slowly chop me away. He’s never tried to do that before, but I can feel the sharp edge of the axe’s blade in this moment. I’m not backing down.
“Let me decide that for myself,” I demand. “Tell me what the fuck is going on, what you’re doing. The truth. Or you’re going to find yourself outside buck-ass naked with Logan giving you a ride home.”
I’m not sure how something so seemingly minor has become something so gargantuan, but it has. And it feels like I’m doing the right thing. Whatever he was doing, it’s just the tip of an iceberg that can sink us if we don’t course-correct right the fuck now.
Dominick’s eyes glare at me, sharp as flint, analyzing even as their depths implore me again to let this go. Finally, he sighs and looks to the ceiling, and I’d swear he’s praying, though he doesn’t seem the type.
“Forgive me. I want you to remember that I love you. More than life itself, I love you. And I didn’t want to share this yet, but I knew I’d have to eventually.”
“Share what?” I demand, my patience gone.
“Here,” he says, grabbing my robe off the hook behind the door and holding it out for me. “I think it might be best to show you.”
The words are sarcastic, biting, and unlike him, which makes me curious, so I slip my arms into the robe, tying it at my waist as he pulls on his slacks. Bare-chested and barefoot, he holds his hand out to me.
“Come, Allison.”
He already seems resigned that this is going to be bad, and I fight the urge to rewind the last few minutes, to go back and have never seen him messing with the smoke detector, for him to have never lied to me.
But I need the truth.
This man holds my heart and is this close to having the keys to my soul as well. If I’m to give him all of me, I need all of him. So I step back, mindlessly slipping my feet into my fuzzy bunny slippers I keep by the door for late-night trash runs and follow him into the hallway.
“What is this? Is this rule three? Where I just go wherever you say without question?” I awkwardly joke, the pain in my voice evident even to my own ears.
Dominick frowns thoughtfully. “Perhaps rule three, but not the no-questions-asked aspect. More about the trust we have established.”
That sounds dire, and the foreshadowing of what I’m about to see sits heavy in my gut, bile threatening to rise up in rebellion.
We walk down the hallway silently, though I look at him with a raised eyebrow when we get on the elevator and he presses the Four button. We walk down a hallway very much like the one we just left, and when Dominick stops at the door directly above my own, an eerie sense of déjà vu sweeps through me.
I’m shocked as Dominick pulls a key out of his pocket, glancing at me as he unlocks the door. He pushes it open and gestures for me to enter with a sweeping hand.
“What is this?” I say, stepping inside.
It’s laid out identically to my place, but bare-boned, just a couch in the living room and a folding table in the dining area. I can see a coffee pot on the kitchen counter. It’s devoid of personality, cold and barren. I can’t see the bedroom, but as Dom closes the door behind us, he seems comfortable here.
Looking around again, I can see a hook on the wall, and my mind flashes an image of him casually hanging his suit jacket there. But . . . why? He’s got a place, a much nicer place than this.
“This way,” he says, his voice deep and pained. Whatever this is, he’s . . . ashamed of it.
Whether it’s at what he’s done or at getting caught, I don’t know. I follow him down the hall to the bedroom, and when he turns on the light, I’m greeted with an unexpected sight.
There’s a small bed, barely larger than a cot, really, but most of the back wall is dominated by a wide folding table, and on top of it are four computer monitors, all of them flat and dark.
The meaning flashes in my mind and I gasp. No . . . no way. I turn to him, furious. “Are you fucking kidding me, Dom? Are you spying on me?”
A cold shiver runs through my body as I pray that I’m wrong. Let this not be anything like that. Please.
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