His head tilted back and a mischievous grin appeared on his face, his eyes narrowing.
Oh, dear.
Dominic stormed up the stairs like a predator on the loose. I screamed and ran further up, but he caught me when I just reached the top. His hands clenched firmly around my body, and he swooped me up in one go.
“Ah! What are you doing?” I yelped as he carried me to the playroom.
“You said you’d ease the pain if I let you. Well, now I’m letting you.”
I snorted. “That was before you went all childish on me.”
He laughed. “That wasn’t childish. I was merely enjoying the view of you clambering me. I can’t help that I like innocent, helpless women struggling to get to me.” I could hear the bottle of whiskey sloshing back and forth in his hand.
I frowned. “I’m not helpless and I’m certainly not struggling to get to you! I don’t care.”
Dominic put me down on the red sheeted bed and kept my wrists in place with just his hand. “And you’re certainly not innocent either. Trying to coax me into having sex with you.”
My nostrils flared and my lips curled downward like I’d been sucking on a lemon.
“Relax, it was a joke.” He winked. “It’s funny to see you angry.”
“Oh, really funny,” I retorted.
“It sure pushes the crappy thoughts and memories out of my head. And I have you to thank for that.” He nuzzled me, and I rolled my eyes, letting out a sigh. He gently pressed his lips onto mine and licked his way inside. I laughed from his weird kisses that were normally ravishing, which were now sweet and feathery.
“See,” he whispered. “You’ll forgive me.”
With the tops of his fingertips he pushed me down on the mattress. He crawled on top of me like the animal he was, head bowed down to leave kisses all over my body. From my legs to my thighs, up to my belly. Then the bottle appeared from behind his back, and he poured some of it into my belly button.
The coldness of it made me laugh and gasp at the same time.
His mouth covered my belly button as he sucked up the contents, swiveling his tongue in circular motions. I giggled from the strange, tickly feeling. Dominic muffled a laugh and used his thumbs to push up my shirt. He traced a line with his tongue up to my sternum and left tiny pecks in between.
Oh my, this feels good.
My thighs squeezed together as he lay down on top of me. I couldn’t help feel the need for more, but it felt wrong to give in like this. He was such a devil when it came to playing games with me, and I felt like I was giving in.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he whispered close to my ear. “You don’t want to let go, but you don’t have a choice. I’m your master, Julie. You do anything I desire and you love every part of it. Just like I do.”
He tore my shirt apart and ripped open my bra. I gasped, my mouth wide open, when the fabric came loose, my breasts spilling out. He literally ripped it to shreds.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you new clothes.”
“But I liked that one, master,” I said, as he spread my arms and placed the bottle of whiskey on the small cabinet beside the bed.
It took him only seconds to clasp my wrists to the bedpost with chains that were already there. He sat right on top of me staring down at me with that sly smile of his, like he was relishing the fact that he could do whatever he wanted.
“And I like to see you naked,” he said.
His fingers slipped down my arm, alarming my senses as he reached my breasts. He tipped over them and brushed across my nipples until they became swollen. With rigid fingers he grabbed my breasts, squeezed them and put his mouth over my areolas.
I squealed as he worked my hardened nipples, suckling, licking, massaging them with his hands. He gave the same treatment to the other breast, which made me moist between my legs.
He chuckled when he saw me writhe after he nibbled. “You have such succulent breasts, I can’t help myself.”
He crawled back down, trailing my body with kisses, and then came up. He ripped down my pants, and pushed himself back down onto me again, using his teeth to pull away my panties. His lips lingered on my vulva, but only long enough for me to feel his warm breath.
Oh my god, that feels so nice.
As I lay there, naked, he nudged my legs open, and secured them to the bedpost using a chain that was also already there. Now I was literally tied up and had no way to get out. It was exhilarating.
He bit his lip and looked at me for a second, probably admiring the work he’d done. “You know … I’m thinking of taking it a step further tonight.”
“How far, master?”
A mischievous smile appeared on his face, and he reached for a red candle and a box of matches. My eyes widened.
Oh, no … what is going to do with that?
“You do remember the stop word, right?” he asked.
“Yes, master.”
“Good. I also want you to remember what I said. Pain is not always bad. It can be arousing as well.”
He used a match to light the candle, and put the matchbox away. He came onto the bed, holding the candle in his hand, and stayed right beside me, his knees pushing into the mattress.
“This is a special type of candle, meant especially for this type of play,” he said.
My eyes widened, seeing the flame hover above me. I knew what he was about to do. I could say no, but somehow I didn’t want to. I wanted to experience more of what he had to offer.
The candle slightly askew, he lifted his hand so it hovered right above my belly. And then came the first drip.
I shrieked and shook from the burst of pain that dropped onto me like a sizzling drop of boiling water. Only it was the wax that hardened as it landed on me. And again. I yelped from each drop, the hotness of it almost too much to bear. The chains strained my wrists and legs as I moved around trying to avoid the pain as my body reacted on its own. But my mind was secretly enjoying the feeling of being under his control. To be exposed to his mercy, the pain he inflicted was also exciting me.
“You look beautiful, all slathered in hot red wax.” Dominic smiled and continued to let the drips fall down. My cheek was on the soft cushion, and I was staring at his crotch, his tented pants clearly showing his arousal.
He moved up toward my breasts and let the drips fall down onto my nipple. Again and again. I couldn’t even count how many times the wax fell on top of me or how many times I cried out.
By the time he was done I was breathing heavily, and my eyes were closed.
“You’ve endured that magnificently, Julie. Wonderful.”
He got up from the bed, blew out the candle and put it on a stand on the cabinet. Ripping open his shirt, he licked his lips at the sight of me and threw his shirt aside. His taut body, lean slabs of muscles and alluring posture were appetizing to look at.
He came to the side of the bed and loosened the chains on the bed. I could move up and down now, but not enough to free myself. Only my arms could be moved. Then he unhooked his belt buckle and slipped it out of his pants.
“Turn around,” he said. ‘The chains give you enough freedom to do so.”
I slowly did what he asked, trying to catch a glimpse of what he was doing, but he walked away. I could only see the stone wall now.
“Raise your butt, sit up in doggy style. You have enough room now.”
I flushed feeling embarrassed by what he said, but did it anyway. I knew I had to listen, and the power he had over me was intoxicating. He was right though, the chains gave my arms enough room to move down and raise my back.
Then I heard the flick of leather being stretched and pulled together.
“You still need to be punished for running away from me and not listening,” he said, his voice darker than usual.
I swallowed. I had a feeling deep down in my gut I knew what he was about to do.
When his belt came down I squealed from the pain. Biting down on the bed sheets I gasped as he spanked m
e time and time again. Five times, I counted, on each butt cheek. My skin was probably red by now, and his hand that smoothed across it was painful.
“Shh …” he murmured.
He smacked me twice again, and the burn caused me to gasp.
“Now, what did you do wrong?” he asked with a demanding voice.
“I didn’t do what you asked in the kitchen and I ran away from you, master.”
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes, master. I’m sorry, master, it won’t happen again.”
He chuckled. “Oh, I’m sure it will, but I’ll be there to punish you again. I’m glad you’re improving though.”
He grabbed something off the cabinet, and I could hear it squirt. Whatever it was, he was rubbing it between his hands, the sound of it sounding like a squish. He stroked it across my aching butt in circular motions. Kneading, slowly and soft, with a loving hand, and I knew he was done with punishing me.
From time to time his fingers slipped further down my thighs, sometimes coming close to my groin, but never touching me there where I wanted him to touch me. Delving deeper and deeper, but carefully avoiding that one spot, he brought me to a state of pure longing. I wanted, needed, his fingers to feel me.
He released me. I sighed from the sudden loss of his warm hands on my skin, and wished he’d return.
Sounds of his zipper coming loose were audible. I could hear the cotton stretch over his length and I knew it was fully erect already.
“Too bad you aren’t wearing your collar. I could’ve used that nicely, like last time,” he said, chuckling. “Turn around again.”
I did what he commanded and raised my head to see him in his full, naked glory. He was magnificent to gaze at and his overbearing nature stirred my insides even more.
He walked forward and crawled over me like a beast, trailing kisses along the way. I bit my lip from the excitement, as he circled his tongue just above my sex, teasing me. He dove further in between my legs and kissed my folds. I squiggled underneath him.
“Hold still. Don’t move an inch,” he said with an insistent voice.
Dominic pushed his tongue onto my skin, and the warmth set me ablaze. He licked my folds softly. In soft strokes he brushed along my labia, making me moan. He moaned, too, against me, and the vibrations of his voice against my skin were delicious.
He kissed and nudged with his tongue, pushing me further open. His licks became more fervent as he delved deeper and deeper.
Oh, Jesus, this is too good.
He circled around my clit, flicking it with his tongue sometimes. I could barely stop myself from moving, wanting to raise my groin and meet his mouth.
“Hmmm …” he murmured. “I love how you taste.”
He kissed my skin and pressed his mouth onto my folds. Sometimes he nibbled on me, and the slight pain of it aroused me. A loud moan escaped my mouth as he dipped his tongue inside. His fingers started working on my nub, while he licked and kissed me at the same time.
“Oh, I can’t hold it!” I screamed, as he used both his fingers and his mouth to pleasure me now.
“Yes, come, baby. Do it,” he commanded.
When his tongue hit my sweet spot I was engulfed by the sudden orgasmic flows. My back arched from the explosive feeling gushing through me. I panted, closed my eyes and enjoyed the dreamy waves.
Dominic wiped his mouth on the sheets and chuckled. “God, you were so wet for me.”
He came up and crawled on top of me again. I could feel his body press against mine and I loved how it completely enwrapped me. His cock gently nudged my entrance, circling around it, making my body want him again.
He pushed inside until he was completely in, and the feeling of him entering me made me moan. He groaned from the sounds I made and took his member in and out again, the same full motion as last time.
Kissing my sternum, he thrust inside, making me quiver. His lips were tantalizing, the way he moved them across my shoulder and neck, dragging them along. I loved how he lingered on my skin each time he dove inside.
“Oh, Julie …” he whispered into my ear. His hands clasped mine and I entangled my fingers through his. I wish I could hold his body, but the chains were too tight around my wrists to free myself. I loved this though. The way he took me like I was truly his and how it felt like I was the only one for him.
My body rocked up and down with his, trying to move with his rhythm, even though my legs couldn’t go anywhere. He was panting, sweating heavily, as he pumped inside my pussy.
“Ah, yes!” He grunted.
His muscles tensed, strained with his cock inside me. I could feel him pulsate, and soon a hot jet of liquid spurted out. Dominic’s face contorted as he shot his cum inside, filling me up with his warmth.
When he was sated, his cock slipped out of me. His body was trembling. He sank, unable to hold himself, and lay down on top of me. His scent was intoxicating, and I couldn’t stop myself from smelling him. How I loved his company and deep, dark affection.
He rolled off me and lay down beside me, unclasping my hands from the chains. He breathed heavily and placed his head on top of my breasts as if they were cushions. His fingers slithered across my belly and he pulled me closer to him. On his face was a content smile.
“You know … I can’t imagine living without you anymore. I’ve really become attached to you,” he said.
I smiled. “Hmm … you’re not the only one.”
He looked up at me. His radiant blue eyes shone with such devotion, it made my heart jump. Each time I looked at him I could feel my pulse racing.
“Really?”
I nodded.
Why did he ask that? Does he find it hard to believe someone could be happy with him?
“I’ve been wanting to say this to you, but … I don’t know, I just couldn’t, but I really want to now, so … I think … I love you,” he whispered. The words reverberated in my mind, as if the words were sung by the ever-blowing wind.
“I love your stubbornness, how you don’t always listen, how you disappear into that world of yours where you write days on end,” he said. “I love how I can enjoy sexy games with you and that you’ll drink with me like a friend would. I can laugh and cry when you’re around without feeling ashamed and I can say and do what I want without being afraid of you running away.”
My cheeks burned with heat. My inner self screamed out to smother him with kisses.
Had he just made a love confession to me?
What he said rung true though. I felt the same when I was around him. I adored his cute smile, the way it made me laugh, his beautiful eyes and that strong physique. I loved running my fingers through that soft, blond hair of his. I cherished his character and personality. I could do anything when I was around him. Laugh and cry with him. Share in the fun and lust. Never afraid to bare all. It didn’t matter what he saw of me. I knew he’d accept everything I was.
“I love you, too,” I said.
I bent my head and met his lips. Our kisses were passionate and sweet, full of love. He entwined his fingers through mine, and we just lay there, silently enjoying each other’s love and company.
Chapter 5
After I’d cleaned myself, we were both too tired to do anything else. We slept in the floating bed that night, and the strange rocking sensation made me have strange dreams. When I awoke, Dominic sat on the edge of the bed, his back arched and his hands clenched something.
I blinked a couple of times, getting used to the morning light, before getting up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed a patch of his hair. I peeked over his shoulder and saw he was typing a message to this Sharon lady again.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Sending a text.” He quickly pressed the button, before I could see what he was typing.
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I can see that. Why?”
He shrugged, my arms rolling off him. “Does it matter?”
I pulled back and folded my arms. �
��Yeah, it does. I still don’t understand why she keeps contacting you at home, outside work hours.”
He stood up and sighed. “Seriously? This again …”
“Yes, Dom. Yesterday you said you love me, but you keep withholding things. Why can’t we share everything?”
He balled up his fists. “Because it’s dangerous, Julie. The less you know, the better.”
I frowned and my jaw dropped.
What? I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
“Why? Am I stupid or something?”
“No, Julie, of course not.” He put the phone away and started dressing. “But if you did, you’d be in danger.”
“What the hell is going on then? What could be so bad that you can’t tell me?”
He put on his tie, pulling so hard each time it looked like he almost strangled himself. “I told you my dad left me some serious shit when I got the casino. I wasn’t joking.”
“Well, why would it involve me? Why would I be in danger? And what does that woman have to do with it?”
Dominic stomped up and down, his nostrils flaring, almost as if he was exploding with anger. “She has everything to do with it.”
“Why? Who is she?” I came up from the bed, my arms still folded, and stood in front of him, my posture rigid. I tried to match his dominance, but he still towered above me.
“A goddamn private investigator, alright?”
My eyes widened and my breathing stopped for a second. “What?”
“You heard me.” He put his phone in his pocket and straightened his collar in the mirror. “I don’t want you involved. It’s bad enough as it is.”
“Well, I’m involved with you. I guess that warrants the fact that I’m already in that shit of yours quite deep.”
He took a deep breath. “Listen, Julie.” He turned around and grabbed me by my arms. “I don’t want you hurt. What I said yesterday … I meant it. I want to protect you and that’s the only reason I’m doing this.”
I looked him in the eye, and he seemed very worried. Still, it didn’t justify the fact that he refused to give me more. Almost as if he thought I couldn’t handle it, and it made me feel like I wasn’t on the same level, even though he’d made me feel I was.
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