Dominic: The Prince

by Mj Fields

  “Well, you are now. However, I meant that I am visiting people and flew in a day early.”

  “I see. Well, thanks for the drink.”

  I lean in next to her ear and whisper, “It was free.” I inhale her sweet scent before leaning back.

  She nods. “Of course.”

  “Can I buy you another?”

  She looks up and gives a silent chuckle. “I’m winning over here. I’ve already had too much to drink. I need to sober up so that I can drive.”

  “Drink, play, enjoy, and then stay with me tonight.” Her jaw drops a bit. “You’re at least twenty-one, correct?”

  “Yes, but--”

  “I have a suite. You can take the master bed.”

  “I’m sorry, I think--”

  “I’m going to play poker in that room, over there.” I point to the left. “When you are done entertaining the boys and robbing this casino of all their funds, come sit with me, while you sober up to drive. You are a lucky little ladybug. I want some of that luck, and something to entertain my eyes, while I take the rest of their money.”

  I take her hand and kiss it, then turn and walk away.

  I watch as he tries to walk into the room. He is stopped by the two large men in suits standing at the door, two very large men. Whoever he is, he is big, a few inches over six feet tall, and broad. The top two buttons of his shirt are left open, allowing me a glimpse of his traps and pecs. His face is just as sexy as his beastly body. His bronze skin, black hair, and light brown eyes are provocative and alluring. His lips are lush and full. The finely groomed light beard he has going on is sexy, and that isn’t normally a turn on for me. Oh, for God’s sake, I am completely turned on by this tall, dark and sexy stranger.

  He turns back and points to me, the men in suits nod. He gives me a slow wink. Busted, and I don’t care.

  I go back to the slots and give it one last pull. I won, again! Hell, I can’t lose. The past three days have turned out to be my luckiest days, ever.

  I cashed out at the rodeo, where I bet on the bull and not the boy. My theory was that the boy was full of bull. Even though it was fun for a while, it wouldn’t go anywhere. One glance between James and one of the boarders, and I knew his promise of monogamy was a bunch of shit. I told him too, and let him off the hook, telling him I knew it wasn’t forever and thanking him for trying. An hour later, I got an email offering me a job as an HR manager at Chase Manhattan in New York City. That was a win, as well.

  The rodeo winnings got me gas and hotel money to get here from Alabama, with a little extra, so I decided to stop and blow a hundred bucks. I hadn’t done that in a while.

  Well, now I may have the ability to shorten my stay with Nicole and find a place of my own. I don’t want to be a third wheel, but I have a job in my field of choice in a new city, where new adventures are to begin, and I am one in a million. No one knows about my past. No one knows how pathetic I have been the past few months. Not anymore, my luck is about to change.

  I cash in my ticket and they hand me seven hundred and twenty-seven dollars.

  I decide I will, at least, go see the man whose scent still dances around me, before leaving.

  One of the large men in a suit stops me at the door. “Miss, there is a two hand minimum. Five a hand.”

  “Okay.” I smile and look past him at the men inside.

  “You sure about that?” He looks me up and down, and I am pissed.

  “I just won, buddy, so I’m good.”

  I walk in, and there are two chairs left, one next to the sexy beast and one across from him.

  “How many?” The dealer asks.

  “Just two hands,” I sit down and take a drink from the waiter standing beside me.

  I glance up and see him lean back in his chair, linking his hand behind his neck. His sleeves are rolled up past his elbows. Honest to God, even his muscles had muscles. His veins are bulging, and I cannot help but wonder how proportionate he is.

  “Miss?” The dealer interrupts my dirty thoughts. “There’s only seven hundred and twenty seven dollars here, it’s five hundred a hand.”

  Dear God, I thought. I wasn’t about to walk out of here and embarrass myself. I open my bag and dig into my stash to get three hundred dollars, money that was supposed to get me through a month.

  I hand him the money and sit back.

  “Five card draw is the game, everyone in.”

  I look over at the piles of chips in front of him and swallow hard. That is a lot of money. He doesn’t look, even a little bit, worried about losing it.

  It takes all of ten minutes for my luck to run out. I can’t look at him, but I smile at the group of men and stand up, “Thank you for the lesson, gentlemen. Please excuse me.”

  I walk out the door with fifty bucks in my wallet, a hell of a lot less of a buzz, and a deflated promise that the winds of change have blown my way. The wind is just circling, like a tornado threatening to take away any hope I had.

  I start toward the hotel entry, when I felt a large hand wrap around my elbow, stopping me. The touch is felt throughout my entire body. I know it is him before I even hear his voice. A voice that I know will be my undoing tonight.

  “Stay.”

  I turn, look up at him, and meet the eyes of a man who undoubtedly feels the same thing I feel: desire, need, and want. Pathetic or not, right now I need to feel something other than --pathetic.

  I nod and he groans.

  His hand leaves my elbow and snakes around my waist, as he walks us to the elevator. It feels good to be held tight against his hard, warm body. Once we step into the elevator, he deposits me in the corner and turns his back to me.

  My heart starts beating harder against my chest. I no longer feel wanted, I feel rejected.

  He pulls his phone out of his pocket.

  “Please go to the private poker room and play a few hands. I’ve left my chips on the table, consider them a tip.” He pauses. “No, Pablo, I am feeling just fine. Have a safe flight tomorrow.”

  He rolls his neck, stretching, assumedly to release tension then he turns to me.

  “I stole your luck, Ladybug,” he says, taking a step toward me.

  “No, it just ran away for a while. It’ll return.”

  “You’re assuming it hasn’t already.”

  He is centimeters from me, as the heat radiating from his eyes and body make me ache for his touch.

  I close my eyes and try to take slow, deep breaths, desperate to calm the storm brewing deep inside of me.

  When I feel his finger slide under my tank top strap, it feels like every cell in my body is being caressed.

  Dear God, help me.

  “Sei, bellissima.” I feel his breath as he whispers in my ear.

  “What does that mean?” I ask, my voice throaty.

  God, I sound like an idiot.

  “Let’s not worry about meaning, poco Ladybug, let’s concentrate on feeling. Am I making you feel beautiful?”

  “What?” I open my eyes.

  His hand cups my chin, tilts it to the side, and his soft full lips touch my neck.

  “Sei bellissima, you’re beautiful.” He groans.

  “Dear God,” I whimper, right before his body collides with mine.

  His mouth opens as he licks my neck and moves to my collarbone. His hand runs up under the back of my tank top and swiftly unclasps my bra. He pulls down the straps of my bra and tank on both sides, making it impossible to touch him. I want to touch him, so badly. He lifts my skirt, and then cups the curve of my butt, harshly squeezing as he rocks against me. I feel his erection against my stomach, and I am finally able to pull my arms free, so that I can hold on to him. He moves to my breasts and groans as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks, then his tongue circles, and he sucks harder.

  “I don’t know your name,” I cry out. He releases me, stepping back.

  “Dominic. Yours?”

  “Delaney. Laney. I’m Laney.”

  “Laney. Perfe
ct.”

  We stand staring at each other and his eyes drift down, I suddenly feel embarrassed and exposed. I pull my skirt down and start pulling my tank and bra back into place. “I know this is insane. I can’t explain how I let this get this far so fast and--”

  “So you are choosing to deny this, this attraction between us?” He chuckles, takes my hands and kisses them. “Are you stronger than I am?”

  He pulls my arms up and holds them against the wall above my head.

  “No,” I whisper.

  “And I am not strong enough to deny this feeling, this desire, this need to ravage your body. Sei bellissima. Tell me what you need, besides my name, so that I can taste your skin again, Laney.”

  The elevator stops. “Privacy. This is an elevator, people can see us.”

  He takes my hand in his again and turns as the door opens, revealing a suite. “Private room. Don’t think I would expose your body for others to enjoy.”

  I follow him out of the elevator. When he stops, he turns to me.

  “Painters and artists for decades have shared the beauty they have seen that inspires their art.”

  “Do you paint?” I ask, looking around.

  “No,” he chuckles. “Nor would I feel inclined to share, if something touched me so deeply that I spent hours, possibly years, to master. My creativity and passion lies in a different realm, one, which I would like to take you to. Come with me Laney, bella Laney. Let me show you.”

  I think it is my sexual awareness that heightens around Dominic. I try to force myself to believe that he is possibly a musician or sculptor. Down deep, I know what he is telling me. His art is in the language he speaks and in the tone in which he says it.

  “Ok.”

  He let out a deep breath, “Voglio vederti nudA.”

  “What does that mean?”

  He opens the door to the master bedroom, leads me to the foot of the bed, and turns me so I face him. “It means, I want to see you naked.” My eyes widen, how do you reply to that? “Is everything alright?”

  “Um.” I lean forward, allowing my hair to cover my face.

  “Laney. Please remove your clothes, all of them.”

  I look up, and he is unbuttoning his shirt. I turn away, not wanting him to see me staring, but God, how I wanted to stare. I want to know if what I see is real. I turn and face him again.

  “Everything alright?” He asks, as he unbuckles his belt.

  I clear my throat, and nod. “Sei bellissima.”

  His lips curl up on one corner. “Imagine what we will be when our bodies are entwined. Living art.” He pulls his belt free, unbuttons and unzips his pants. “Is this making you hotter, watching me get naked for you?”

  I nod, and feel my face flush, then every part of my body follows suit.

  His pants drop to the ground. I can see the complete outline of a massive erection in his black boxer briefs.

  My pussy tightens, no doubt, questioning my sanity for even entertaining the idea that I can fit something that large, that thick inside of it.

  “I don’t think—I um—Dominic, you are very la--”

  A smirk plays on his lips as he walks up to me. “I’m going to tell you what is going to happen here. First, I am going to remove your clothes slowly, so that I can take in every inch of your body. Then, I am going to pleasure you. I am going to build you to an intensity you never knew existed. And then, I promise your pussy will be so wet that the problem will seem like nothing, compared to the desire building inside you, which will only ignite once I am buried balls deep in you.”

  “Oh. My. God.”

  “Ho tanta vogila di te.”

  “What does that mean?” her sweet whisper hitches.

  “It means,” I stop as I hold the hem of her shirt in my hands, and pull it up. I wet my lips when I see her fully exposed tits. They are beautiful, a C cup. Her deep red nipples are so hard; I know it must be painful.

  “Dominic?” she whispers, drawing my attention away from her breasts.

  “Yes?” I bow my head and surround her tits with my mouth. I love the taste of her, her scent. I know every part of her will taste delicious.

  “What does…” I bite down on her nipple and she moans.

  I look up as I suck on her. Her eyes flutter and perspiration glistens on her brow. I move left and lick her nipple, causing it to harden even more.

  “Dominic, please.” She pushes her breast forward, pleading.

  I lick her again and then stand up. The frustration and need in her eyes is exactly what I want. She is feeling it just as much I am.

  “Baciami,” I stand and look in her eyes.

  “I don’t know what that--”

  “Kiss me.” I can’t hold back anymore.

  I seal my lips over hers, and she opens to me. I lick inside of her mouth, like I want to lick between her legs. I feel her hands clasp behind my neck and her tongue strokes mine. I let go of her face, rub down her arms, and put my thumbs between her hot skin and her denim waistband.

  We both need to breathe, but I don’t want to lose that connection.

  I bury my head in her neck, taking in her scent while I kiss and nip at her skin. I cannot get enough of her.

  “Voglio. Mangiarti. Ia. FicaI say, between nips and licks down to her tits.

  “What does—Oh, God.”

  Fuck, I love how much she responds to my touch. I love how much I need to touch her. This is foreign to me; this unbelievable, and overwhelming feeling.

  I unbutton her skirt and pull it down as my mouth leaves her breast. I kiss the soft skin leading down her stomach.

  “What? Oh, God.” Her hand fists my hair as I kiss her hip and scrape my teeth over the ink on it. Whoever N.P.M.L is, needs to be replaced by a D.

  “Voglio mangiarti la fica, I want to eat your pussy.” I look up at her, as I run my hands up the back of her thighs, until I cup her tight little round ass in them. I kiss her belly and move to her hip, the one that is not marked up. I dip my tongue in her belly button and she wiggles. I do it a second time and get the same reaction, accompanied by a cross between a moan and a giggle.

  “You’re ticklish?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “That’s adorable, Laney, but now is not the time for laughing.”

  She nods and bites her lip.

  I kiss up her torso, licking and sucking on each of her nipples before lifting her and carrying her to the bed.

  “Are you ready to receive--”

  “Yes,” she says, interrupting me with urgency, as she wraps her legs around me.

  “Perfecto. It means--”

  “Perfect. Please, Dominic,” she whimpers, and I feel her lips against my neck.

  “Christ.” I set her on the edge of the bed. She starts to scoot back; I grab both ankles in one hand firmly and stop her. “No, stay.”

  I drop to my knees before her and start to spread her legs. She pulls them back together.

  “I want to taste you.”

  “I—I don’t like that,” she stutters.

  “You will.”

  “No--”

  I sit up on my knees and take her delicate chin in my hand, “Le labbra. Lips, give them to me, now.”

  She leans forward and closes her eyes. I rub my tongue across the seam of her lips and she opens. I caress her tongue up and down with mine. When hers begs to reciprocate I tell her, “No, let me explore you.”

  She swallows hard and closes her eyes again. I lick, parting her lips and stroke her tongue in a slow deliberate in and out motion. Then I suck, drawing her tongue into my mouth. When she moans, I do it all again.

  I cup her breasts and run my thumbs across her nipples. “That is what I need to do to your sweet pussy. It’s not a want, it’s a need.”

  I sit back and pull her knees apart. “Look at how beautiful you are.” I run my finger up and down her pink, bare lips and she shutters. God, she is an enigma. What woman wouldn’t want to be devoured?

  My nose flares as the sc
ent of her arousal further raises my level of need to taste her. “You’re so hot and wet.” I spread her further and clamp my jaw tighter, trying to tame the urge. I ease my finger inside and lightly caress her clit.

  Her hands fist the sheets as she holds her breath. I can’t help myself; both of us are trying to use restraint. I can’t take it anymore. I push my finger further inside of her, and her mouth drops open as she stifles her moan. Her pussy tightens around my finger, and I wish it were my tongue. As I slide it in and then out, her breaths become heavier and out of rhythm. I push another finger inside of her and she can’t hide her pleasure.

  “Oh, yes, God, yes.”

  I circle my thumb around the outside of her opening, getting it slick with her juices. I take the opportunity to nudge her little nub, and her head falls back as she cries out my name. My. Name.

  I can’t stop myself now. Watching her build to climax is nearly as good as coming to one on my own.

  “Fuck!” I roar, before shoving my face between her legs and taking in a deep breath. “Don’t you tell me no, damn it.”

  “Dom--”

  “I have never smelled a pussy so sweet. It would be cruel to not let me taste you.”

  I pull my fingers out of her; she whimpers and looks at me. Her eyes are intense and hold mine. I lift one finger, the one that was inside of her first, and lick it.

  “You taste even better than I imagined.” She is squirming, so I rub my finger across her lower lip. “Taste yourself,” I whisper. “It’s so sweet. You make my cock so hard it hurts, beautiful Laney.”

  I reach down, without giving her any form of warning, and shove two fingers inside her. She cries out as I fuck her tight, wet, little pussy with two fingers. “My God you are perfect. Magnificent creature. Come for me.” I cup my hand and rub her with my palm, as I work her up so hard; she is spewing sweet, sexy, incoherent words into the universe. I bow down, take in her scent and can no longer take it. I swiftly pull my fingers out, spread her wide and start to lick her. I don’t go in easy; I go in hard. She falls back against the mattress, and I look up as she props herself on her elbows. I suck as hard as I can, and then begin licking, tasting, and claiming her pussy. “Mmm.”