She heard Dominic laugh and joined in. She felt free.
All too soon they pulled onto her street. Dom parked and Ruth sucked in a few gulps of air. She patted her numb cheeks.
Wow. She’d definitely been missing out. Now she needed to dig out her vibrator, grab some erotica and spend the next hour coming.
She scooted off the bike. After unclipping her helmet, she handed it to Dom. “Thanks for the ride.”
“No problem.”
His fingers brushed hers. Need spiked in her belly. Her breathing hitched. Her cheeks pulsed from exhilaration.
“You want to come in? Have a drink?” She couldn’t believe she’d asked him into her home like some desperate hussy.
How was she going to stop herself from molding against him like a limpet?
She blinked, waiting for a response. Maybe he’d say no…
“Sure, why not?” The predatory look in his eyes made her panties melt.
The tight denim pulled across his thighs and ass as he got off the bike. She wanted to strip him naked and sink her teeth into those perfect buns. More than that, she wanted his ass encased in a pair of tight leather pants while he flogged her breasts.
Gathering her composure, she raced up the drive. Her heart hammered as she unlocked the door.
Turning, she asked, “You want a beer?”
He slapped his palms on the door on either side of her head. He leaned down, pressing his face close to hers. She inhaled a mouthful of spicy Dominic scent mixed with coffee and a hint of cigarettes.
Her pulse thundered. Heat ignited in her veins.
“I don’t want beer, Ruth. I want you.”
She swallowed. Hard. “Me?”
“You. Ever since you brought that piece of junk into my shop, I’ve wanted you. I want to touch you. I want you naked and hot. I want your pretty tits tied tightly with rope. I want you bound, spread-eagled and screaming my name as I make you come.”
The roughness of his words slammed need into her core. She throbbed, ached. “What if I don’t want the same?” she whispered, daring to put up some form of defense even as her traitorous body betrayed her.
He pressed his lips to her neck and murmured, “Don’t you? Don’t you want me to flog that curvy ass? Don’t you want me to leave my mark on you? Don’t you want to feel my cock inside your pussy, making you come?”
She groaned and gripped his hair. She answered by dragging his mouth to hers and pressing her lips against his. He opened, matched her desire. He tasted divine. Heat, male musk and spice. He stroked his tongue against hers, dominating the kiss.
A mewling sound entered the air and she realized it had come from her. Her clit swelled and pulsed, begged to be caressed. To feel pressure against the engorged hood.
She moved her hips with abandon, trying to brush his hard cock with her groin. If only she could ease some of the delicious tension…
“Not yet. Soon. I’m going to give you some time to get used to the idea of us. Then I’m going to have you.” He cupped her cheeks, stared down at her intently and swiped his lips across hers. “I’m going to have you, Ruth. You will be mine to do as I please.”
And then he was gone.
Chapter Three
Ruth leaned across the library counter and gave her patron the checked-out books. “There you go, Mrs. Roberts. Some new reading material for you.”
“Thank you, dearie.”
She smiled. The library was buzzing this evening. Book club always had a huge turnout.
She glanced toward the stacks and her heart thumped. Dominic leaned casually against the shelves, thumbing through a paperback. He stared at her intently. When he realized she’d noticed him, he flashed a slow, sinful grin. A white t-shirt and leather jacket molded to his torso like a second skin. Trademark woolen beanie covered his long blond hair.
Her mouth went dry. Goose bumps multiplied and a shiver ran down her spine. Her nipples tightened and she prayed no one could see their hardness beneath her blouse.
What was he doing here? It had been five days since he’d kissed her into oblivion and left her front porch. Every day since she’d caught a passing glimpse of him in town. Every night she’d gone home and stroked herself to orgasm, imagining him dragging her into a store closet and fucking her senseless.
“Ruth, can you help me find a book? I’m not sure of the title.”
“Sure.” She wrenched her gaze from the gorgeous specimen in the corner and focused on another one of the book-club ladies.
She felt his gaze on her back. The knowledge of him watching her heated her cheeks. What was he doing here? And why was he just standing there?
Lust slammed into her belly, coiled in a long, low pulse that moved lower into her pussy. Numerous possibilities ran through her mind.
She fussed with her ladies for what seemed like hours. A few lingered, chatted and chose more books. With most of them out the door, she heaved a sigh of relief. She walked past Dominic and smiled apologetically, wondering what he was still doing here.
He grabbed her wrist, pulled her to him and wrapped an arm around her waist. Before she could protest, he hustled her deep into the stacks and pinned her against the shelving.
“What…”
He put a hand over her mouth, silencing her questions, leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I need to feel you come.”
His lips brushed against hers. Soft, insistent, coaxing. “I want to feel you come. Right here, right now. For me.”
He didn’t give her time to think, to question. He invaded, kissed her hard and deep. She had no doubt who was in charge of this encounter. He angled her head to the side, dominated the kiss, took her mouth like a conquering hero.
She moaned. She’d been perplexed and excited when he’d dragged her into the depths of the library but all that vanished as his lips touched hers. Need spiked in her belly, arrowed straight to beat in her pussy.
Slipping her tongue against his, she inhaled his scent and realized how much she wanted him. Her skin felt alive, electric to touch.
Snaking her hand under his leather jacket, she helped him shrug it from his shoulders. Her fingers curled around his biceps. The muscles twitched and flexed beneath her palms.
She cried out when his lips latched on to her neck. “Oh god.”
She reached for the buttons on his shirt but he stilled her movements. His voice commanding. “No, Ruth. You will not touch me.”
His long, calloused fingers deftly unbuttoned her blouse. He inhaled sharply. The cool air and his heated look made her nipples tighten to the point of pain.
Without removing her blouse, he freed her breasts from the confines of her bra. He tested the weight, stroked the flesh tenderly before flicking the tight buds. “Beautiful.”
Ruth bit her lip to prevent a deep moan from escaping. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. At work. In a public place. With a man she hadn’t even dated.
What a slut.
He replaced his thumbs with his mouth and suckled first one nipple then the other.
She moaned. He licked and teased. Occasionally his teeth grazed her sensitive flesh.
“Please,” she choked out, pushing her hips into his, trying to bring herself to orgasm. “Please, Dominic.”
He lifted his head from her breasts. “Keep your eyes open. Look at me.”
He slipped his hand into the waistband of her pants and groaned. The guttural sound sent shivers down her spine. Slowly, he moved down into her panties, easing one finger inside her wet folds.
She closed her eyes, focused on the intense sensation of him stroking her pussy.
“Watch me, Ruth.” He gripped her chin and she focused on him.
He pumped in and out. Heat ignited in her veins. She felt hot and needy. She tingled to the tips of her toes. Low, throaty moans escaped and she couldn’t quite believe they came from her. She’d never been so vocal before.
Her walls clenched like a hot, horny vacuum demanding more. He increased the pace and p
ressed his thumb to worry her clit.
Electricity shot down her spine, her head dropped back against the shelving and she exploded with pleasure. The orgasm ripped through her. A slick wetness gushed between her thighs. Her nerve endings fired, pulsed. She buried her face in his neck to keep from screaming as she shuddered.
Letting her breathing return to normal, she held on to Dominic’s shoulders for stability. Her legs were like liquid.
When she could move, she lifted her head and looked into his face.
He pulled his fingers from her pants and raised them slowly to his mouth. He sucked her juices as if they were the sweetest nectar. Her cheeks flamed.
When he finished, he let out a low moan of satisfaction. “You taste so good. Like honey on my tongue.”
“What…” She swallowed, moistened her dry mouth. “Where did that come from?”
She needed to know why after five days, he’d decided to give her the orgasm of her life.
Not that she was complaining.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” He dropped his gaze to her naked breasts, skimmed his hand over the skin and teased her nipple. “The way your breasts fill out a sweater. The way your ass sways sassily when you walk. The happiness in your eyes when you help someone find a book. I’ve been thinking about having you on your knees sucking me off. You make my cock so hard, Ruth.”
He brushed her cheek. “I told you I was going to take what I want.”
Wow. What could she say to that? Her body still hummed in the aftermath of orgasm. She loved his boldness, the control. She’d fantasized about him pushing aside niceties and taking her. And here he was doing exactly that.
She shook her head. “You haven’t upset me. At all.” She blinked, looked over his shoulder, unable to meet his gaze. “I want you. This. Always like this.”
Jesus, had she admitted that out loud?
Yes. Like she’d just had a mind-blowing orgasm in a public place.
Dominic laughed. “I know.”
She shifted and adjusted her clothing, zipped up her pants and stuffed her breasts back into her bra. “So what happens now?”
He buttoned her blouse. “Wait and see.”
He kissed her forehead, grinned and walked out of the stacks. Ruth stared after him openmouthed, wondering what kind of game he was playing.
Chapter Four
Ruth blinked at the mailman and tried to remember if she’d ordered anything online. The box was medium-sized and plain.
“Package for you.”
“Urrm, thanks.”
She signed his minicomputer and shut the door. She’d intended to spend her Saturday morning in bed dreaming about Dominic. When the doorbell rang, Dom had been about to press his mouth against her engorged clit, his breath tickling her sensitive lips as he blew air against her heat.
Damn the mailman.
Balancing the box on the table, she ripped off the brown parcel tape. Excitement and curiosity rose. What could it be?
She pulled back layers of tissue paper and gaped at the contents. Lust burned in her stomach. Her mouth went dry.
Nestled inside the box sat a set of sex toys.
There were silver nipple clamps with fierce-looking teeth linked by a silver chain. Leather bondage cuffs with a butter-soft suede lining. Unlike the bondage cuffs she’d seen online, they weren’t linked by a chain. Instead these had large locking buckles and some kind of thick metal rings obviously meant to attach somewhere.
She swallowed as various images of being secured to a leather bondage table sent bursts of heat straight to her pussy.
Other items in the box were a flesh-colored vibrator, a butt plug and a bottle of lube. But it was the bondage items that made her knees weak and her cunt throb.
She knew Dominic had sent them. Who else would send her sex toys?
Her cell phone rang. A number she didn’t recognize flashed across the display.
“Hello?”
“Did you like my presents?” His smoky voice wrapped around her, seeped into her skin and electrified her nerve endings.
She came alive and wished he were there to touch her, to ease some of the delicious ache. “I did. Although I did wonder if it was from you or some weird stalker.”
His husky laugh made her shiver. “Maybe I am a stalker.”
She had nooooo idea what to say to that.
He continued, “Do you have a messenger service on your computer?”
“Yes. A few.”
“Good.” That one little word of praise made her nipples tighten. She barely heard as he told her which service to use. “Log on to your IM, add me. Me username is DomSul. Capital D, capital S. Load up your webcam. Do you understand?”
Gone was the laughter, in its place a domineering tone that curled her toes. “Yes, I understand.”
She hit the power button on her laptop, waited for it to load before logging on to her messenger service and adding his name.
“Do you have your toys close at hand?”
“No.”
“Then get them. Sit down at your desk.”
She did as he asked. A box pinged open on her computer, a request from Dom. She clicked accept and his face appeared on screen. Her heart leapt. Fear, excitement and nerves mingled together. What did he have planned for her today? She’d never done anything like this before.
“Start your webcam, Ruth. I want to see you.”
Trembling, she started her cam. Her face appeared on screen next to his. Panic rushed through her mind and she looked down at the scruffy pj’s, cotton robe and fluffy socks. She hadn’t even combed her hair. Shit.
“Are you nervous?”
She nodded. Of course she was nervous. She was sitting at her desk in her worst pajamas, talking to the object of her darkest fantasies. She didn’t even want to think about the sex toys.
“What else are you feeling?”
He’d angled his cam so she could see all of him. He sat on a chair like hers—one hand rested casually on the arm, the other stroked his beard. In other circumstances she would have laughed, thinking the gesture made him look like some evil genius. But this situation was far from funny. His eyes burned with desire and his cock tented his jeans.
She worried her lip. His impressive erection made her pussy clench. She wished he were naked. She’d fantasized about his cock so many times, she was desperate to see it in the flesh.
“Are you going to answer me, Ruth, or are you going to stare at my dick all day?”
Busted.
Her cheeks flamed. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize for desiring me but I did ask you a question and I expect an answer.”
His mild chastisement pierced her heart. She didn’t want to disappoint him. She’d always had mild submissive tendencies but not to this extent.
Taking a deep breath, she said, “I’m nervous. And excited. I’ve never done this before.” She eyed the box. “I’m not sure what is expected so I feel uncertain.”
He shifted slightly in his seat. “And what else? How did you feel when you opened the box? Be descriptive.”
“Exhilarated. My…my nipples hardened. My body began to throb.”
“What about your pussy? Did you feel hot? Did you get wet when you saw the vibe?”
“Yes. I…my pussy got very wet and my clit swelled.”
“Did you like the nipple clamps and cuffs?”
“Oh yes.” She looked down at the two toys and almost sighed. She couldn’t wait to try the implements of submission. Would the cuffs hurt? Would the clamps bite?
She thought Dominic groaned but when she glanced back at the screen, he was completely still.
“Did they make you want to touch yourself? Did you want to make yourself come?”
Ruth nodded again. “Yes.”
His heated gaze burned into her. “Take off all of your clothes, Ruth.”
She did as he asked. As she stripped, she avoided looking at the computer. She felt exposed, vulnerable and horny as h
ell.
Sitting back down, she crossed her legs, trying to hide herself.
“Uncross your legs. I want to see that pretty cunt.”
She uncrossed her legs. Cream bloomed, overflowed and pooled between her thighs.
“You’re so wet. I can see you glistening for me. That’s good.” He palmed his jeans-clad cock and ran a hand across the length. “If you’re a good girl, I might let you see my cock. Would you like that?”
Oh yeah, she definitely wanted to see his cock. She moaned and clenched her thighs.
She’d read about people having encounters on webcam but never realized how illicit and stimulating it could be.
“Pinch your nipples. I want those nubs tight and hard.”
Still a little shy, she tentatively palmed her breasts. The mere brush of skin against her nipples made her gasp. She’d never been this sensitive. This turned-on. She grasped both nubs between a thumb and forefinger and pinched. The jolt of pain was liquid pleasure in her veins.
“You like that?”
She nodded.
“Say ‘yes, Dominic’.” His voice had dropped an octave, coming across gruffer and sexier.
“Yes, Dominic.”
“Good girl. Now pinch harder. I want you ready for what comes next.”
She tightened her grip. “Oh god.” Her nipples stood to attention like firm pencil erasers. They tingled to the point of pain.
“Take the clamps, open the jaws and put them on your nipples.”
Ruth inhaled. Her nostrils flared. A frisson of fear fluttered in her stomach. She’d never done anything like this before. What if it hurt?
With a trembling hand, she caressed the silver. She lifted the clamps out of the box. They felt heavy against her palm. She toyed with the jaws, opening and closing them.
“There will be some pain. A sharp bite and sting before a rush of euphoria. Do it, Ruth. Clamp those beautiful tits for me.”
Deciding that quickly was the way forward, she opened the jaws and snapped them on her nipples one at a time.
The sharp sting of pain bowed her spine. She panted, rode the wave of torture until it was replaced with a slow, steady beat of pleasure. Every tiny movement of her breasts tightened the clamps and made her nipples smart.
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