Dominic: A Triple Threat Novel

by Josephine Jade

  With every word she could feel herself getting wetter, feel herself slipping into that place where all she could see, hear, or feel was Dominic. “You do, Master.”

  “That’s right.”

  She bucked as his fingers circled around her engorged clit. He pushed his knees between hers, spreading her legs further, his fingers driving her higher as he worked the plug in and out of her sex. Oh God, it had been so long since she’d felt like this, drowning in desire, willing to do anything for the pleasure she knew he could provide.

  He worked the plug back and forth, clever fingers brushing softly over her clit, not giving her the pressure she needed until she was grinding back against him, uncaring of the pain it caused her her abused skin. Still Dominic drove her further and further up.

  Then he pressed on her clit, hard, rubbing in firm tight circles, exactly what he’d known she needed to detonate. “Come right now, Cassandra.”

  She did, calling his name as the ecstasy washed over her. She wasn’t down from the high before she felt Dominic taking some of her juices and rubbing them onto her ass, then immediately put the plug there. She shied away from it, her flesh so tender from the spanking, but he grabbed her hip.

  “You take it, right now, or we start all over again with the spanking.”

  She quit trying to move away. Dominic kept adding her own natural lubrication with one hand, working the plug in with the other. He was persistent, pushing it against her back hole even as the plug became wider.

  Cassandra could hear herself keening lowly, the pain intense. She hadn’t had anything or anyone near this hole in seven years. The burn on her skin from the spanking just made it worse. She wasn’t going to be able to do this. Knew she was about to break away and start to run.

  “Bear down, Cass. Right now.”

  Cass. He’d called her Cass the way he’d used to.

  She bore down.

  A small scream escaped her as he worked the widest part of the plug into her asshole then let out a shuddery breath as it slipped the rest of the way in to the narrow notch, providing her with relief. The wide base brushing up against her burning ass was uncomfortable but bearable.

  She stayed in place as Dominic got to his feet.

  “There, Tambour. Whipped and plugged. I think her humiliation is complete and between this and the money, the debt is repaid.”

  Tambour, when he spoke, was directly behind her. She knew he was studying her in her sprawled position, with her ass in the air. She just focused on breathing.

  “Yes, she walks out of here wearing that plug and I consider her debt repaid.” Tambour laughed. “I’m going to try all this on my girlfriend.”

  “Let’s go, Cassandra.” She felt a hand on her shoulder.

  She wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to get up without falling on her face, but to her surprise, Dominic’s hand slid to her elbow and helped her. The plug felt foreign, strange in this new position, but she said nothing.

  Dominic shocked her again by unbuttoning his shirt and placing it around her.

  Tambour scoffed. “I thought you had all sorts of punishments planned for her.”

  “I do,” Dominic responded, buttoning the shirt so it hid her nakedness. “But none of them involve pneumonia.”

  He took her arm and began to walk towards the door. She was dizzy. Lack of food, lack of sleep, everything that had happened in the last few days came crashing down on her and she stumbled. Dom caught her, wrapping his arm around her waist and keeping her steady as they left the warehouse where she’d been so sure she would die.

  But as she cast a glance at the man — her husband — staring at her so icily, she knew the danger was far from over.

  Chapter Seven

  She didn’t say a single word.

  She made it home in the car, hissing as her abused flesh touched the leather, sitting ramrod straight between him and Titus. She’d obviously been caught in the thralls of some sort of adrenalized fear or maybe even shock. Titus shot him a concerned glance over her head as she’d stared straight in front of her in the SUV full of men.

  Dominic just wanted to get her home, to his house, away from Tambour, to whom two of Dominic’s men were making sure clearly understood was never welcome in this town again.

  Because while Dominic planned to give Cassandra many, many more spankings, planned to plug her with plugs larger than the one Ian had provided, including his own dick which would be up her ass — and mouth and pussy — on a regular basis, he didn’t want to do any of it while she was so traumatized. The bruise on her face and emptiness in her eyes had something deep inside him clenching.

  By the time they arrived at his house, she started to shiver. By the time he got her into his kitchen, they turned into full-on shudders.

  “Shock,” Titus muttered. “Get her warm first. Then see if you can get her to eat something. A banana, maybe.”

  One of his men handed him a blanket. He wrapped Cassandra in it, picked her up and sat down with her in his lap at the kitchen chair. Eventually she relaxed against him, allowing herself to rest against his chest. Finally, the shudders stopped.

  Titus handed him the banana, already peeled, and Dominic fed her like she was a little bird. As she ate, she sat back up away from his chest. He watched as her eyes kept trying to close, before she would jerk them open again.

  “You need to sleep.”

  She shook her head, but it was obvious her body was giving out.

  “Yes,” he said.

  Still wrapped in the blanket, he picked up her slight weight and carried her up to his bedroom. She stiffened as he laid her on the bed and rolled her onto her side, moving one leg forward so he had access to the plug.

  “Let’s take this out.” He grasped the base and pulled gently but firmly. She stiffened, the natural lubricant he’d used to get it in long gone, but after the widest part was through it came out easier. He threw it in the trash in the bathroom.

  When he come back, Cassandra was exactly where he’d left her. He winced at the angry marks all over her ass and thighs. He’d made sure Tambour had gotten his pound of flesh. The man had jerked off while Dominic was whipping Cass and again while fucking her with the plug.

  But at least Cassandra had walked out of there alive.

  Her eyes were wide open in his bed, unblinking, like she was afraid to sleep. Dominic eased her under the covers, still laying on her side. He walked around to the other side of the bed so he could look her in the face.

  “Cassandra.”

  She didn’t blink, didn’t move. Didn’t even seem to know he was present in the room. Damn it.

  Dominic got in the bed and laid so his head was just a few inches from hers, face to face.

  “Cass,” he said softly.

  Slowly, she blinked, and the slightest bit of awareness entered her eyes.

  “Dominic?”

  “It’s time for you to go to sleep now.”

  She shook her head. “I can’t.”

  She’d been pushed past her body’s levels of reserves. He should call a doctor. Make sure she was really alright. Maybe get a sedative. But he knew she needed sleep. The vicious circles under her eyes confirmed it.

  “Listen to me, Cassandra. I’ve never once lied to you and I’m not going to start now. I promise you that no one is going to hurt you while you sleep. No one is going to touch you, no one is going to take you anywhere unsafe. As long as you are asleep in this bed, I won’t allow anything to happen to you. Do you understand?”

  “Dominic?” she asked again.

  “Yes, it’s me. I’m really here. Remember, I just blistered your ass with my belt.”

  “You spanked me,” she said softly.

  “Yes.”

  “I liked it.”

  Dom felt the corner of his lips tipping up. “You didn’t like all of it, but yeah, I could tell when you were drifting into subspace for a little while there.”

  “Oh. It’s been a long time.”

  Her words
were dream-like, but her eyes were still wide open. It was time to talk to her on a level her body understood, even if her mind wasn’t working on full cylinders.

  “Cassandra. Who do you belong to?”

  “You, Sir.”

  God, how he’d always loved to hear those sweet, submissive words on her tongue. “That’s right. You do what I tell you to do, whether you want to or not. Right now you will go to sleep. You will trust that I will not let anything happen to you while you rest.”

  Finally her eyes began to drift close. “Yes, Sir.”

  She was sound asleep ten seconds later.

  She slept for eighteen damn hours. Dominic hadn’t even known it was possible for someone to sleep for that long. She’d sat up once and he’d led her to the bathroom, after which she’d fallen immediately back to sleep.

  After fifteen hours, he’d called the doctor, not sure if he should wake her up or let her sleep or if there was something seriously wrong with her. Dr. Habersham, their family physician for years, had made a house call.

  She hadn’t woken when he’d taken her blood pressure and pulse or pried her eyes open one at at a time and shined the light in. Hadn’t even woken when he drew blood and checked her limbs for further injury.

  “I’ll run her blood for any sort of drugs that might be in her system, but her pupils are responsive,” Dr. Habersham said. “Obviously she’s been through a trauma, and her mind is trying to recover from that. But besides the bruising around her wrists, mild dehydration, and obvious abuse to her posterior, I think she’s fine, physically. She’s young, strong. She’ll wake up soon.”

  She did, three hours later.

  Dominic didn’t let himself think too closely about why he’d brought his laptop into his bedroom to work while she slept. Hell, he refused to even think about why he’d brought her to his bed to begin with; there were plenty of other rooms within his house. He just wanted Cassandra to see a familiar face once she woke up.

  But he wasn’t about to forget what she’d done. Who she was. How she owed him.

  Wouldn’t forget the tears of his mother when she’d found out that Dominic had given Cassandra the engagement and wedding rings that his father had given his mother for their wedding.

  And that Cassandra had run off with them and they were gone forever.

  So yes, Dominic was very glad to see Cassandra wake up, eyes clear and focused. He sat in the chair in the sitting area section of his bedroom watching her as she sat up in his bed. Watched as she remembered where she was and what had happened.

  Watched as her eyes slid over to his and widened in apprehension.

  “Feeling better?” he asked.

  “Yes.” Her voice was so much stronger, her eyes so much more focused than they had been. “How long did I sleep?”

  “Nearly eighteen hours.”

  Her eyes widened and her stomach took that moment to let out a growl. Dominic couldn’t hide a chuckle. “Let’s get you fed.”

  She actually looked surprised.

  “Did you think I was going to starve you to death?”

  She sat up further in the bed, holding the sheet tight to her naked chest. “Honestly, I have no idea what to expect from you. I would’ve never have expected you to have offered to… help me with Tambour.”

  “Don’t doubt that you will pay back every single cent of that money. That, plus what you stole before. You can plan to be sucking my cock every single morning as soon as you wake up. Plan for me to be fucking you whenever and whatever way I want. And I wasn’t lying to Tambour when I said I planned to spank you regularly enough that I am never far from your mind.”

  Her eyes widened, but damned if they didn’t also light up with a little bit of excitement.

  Cassandra had always loved the dark, the depraved, just as much as he had. Had loved to be tied up, whipped, and controlled as much as he’d loved to do it to her. It was how they’d gotten so close so quickly seven years ago. Why Dominic had thought he’d found a kindred spirit and married her so quickly and secretly. Because he’d thought they were the same. Thought they were in love.

  He would never make that mistake again.

  Chapter Eight

  Cassandra could feel Dominic study her while she ate. He’d given her another one of his shirts to put on. It covered her completely, and there was no one around since it was late evening. Most of his staff had gone home.

  She’d never thought she’d be in this house again. She’d loved it then, and still loved it now, a French Colonial style in the outskirts of New Orleans. Large windows framed the huge yard and garden and allowed massive amounts of light through during the day.

  How many meals had she and Dominic eaten here at this table together seven years ago? Eight months’ worth. Meals over which they’d talked about their dreams and plans and desires.

  He’d been her mark. She’d been supposed to gather intel about the Rinaldi family, find out where they could most quickly and easily be fleeced, then get out.

  Instead Cassandra had fallen in love. She’d been twenty years old and naive enough to think that she could get out of the life her stepfather had raised her into. That when she explained she’d fallen in love with Dominic — that she’d gotten married and was going to be a mother — that Gordon would let her go.

  When Cassandra had woken up in a hospital five days later from the beating Gordon and his son had given her, she’d lost the baby. When they’d told her that Dominic had found out who and what she really was, and had put a hit out on her life, she’d just sunk into a shell of the woman she’d been before and did whatever Gordon had told her to.

  By the time she’d found out the hit had been falsified by Gordon, it was too late. Dominic may not have been trying to have her killed, but he definitely wasn’t interested in keeping her as a wife.

  “Why did you come back to New Orleans?” His question dragged her from the past. He was sitting across from her at the kitchen table, both of them eating a delicious Palermo-style baked anelletti pasta and fresh salad his cook had made.

  “What Tambour said was the truth. Gordon, my stepfather, traded me to him for the debt my family owed.”

  “Because you released some women Tambour was holding in his human smuggling ring.”

  Her eyes flew up to him. “How did you know?”

  “The way he said it. I know the Russians deal in human trafficking. We don’t do anything like that because we don’t agree with it.”

  “Yes.” Cassandra nodded. “Those women were young. Teenagers. I don’t know if they got away, but I couldn’t stand by and do nothing. I don’t care what it ends up costing me. I would do it again.”

  Roman studied her. “So your father gave you to Tambour.”

  “My stepfather. And he tried, but I ran. I had to get away from Chicago—” had been broke and completely alone “—and ended up here.”

  “I guess you weren’t afraid you’d run into me. Since I didn’t know your real last name or how to find you.”

  “I honestly didn’t think you’d even care.”

  “Oh, I cared.” He crossed his arms over his large chest. “I cared about the woman who married me, giving me a false name. The woman who ran off completely out of the blue and I never heard from again. The woman who I later found out had been using me from the beginning.”

  Cassandra put her fork down on her plate. She was glad she had already finished nearly all of it, because her appetite was completely gone now.

  There were aspects of their past Dominic didn’t know, didn’t understand. But still, large chunks of what he said was true. She had gotten together with him, slept with him, because he was a mark. Had lied to him completely and then gotten caught up in those lies.

  “What are you thinking right now?” he asked, staring at her with those whiskey-colored eyes.

  “That I didn’t want to leave you before. Things happened that were… out of my control.”

  “I don’t believe a word that comes out of that pretty
mouth of yours. Never again.” His eyes turned colder. “As a matter of fact, I think it’s time to put those lips of yours to better use. Get under the table and suck me off.”

  The command in his voice already had moisture gathering between her thighs. She stared at him, licking her lips.

  One of his eyebrows raised. “Is that hesitation, Cassandra? You’ve had nearly twenty-four hours for your ass to heal. Maybe I should grab the riding crop or cane to give you proper incentive.”

  Cassandra immediately pushed her chair back, dropped to the ground, and crawled under the table to Dominic, who had scooted his chair back so he would be able to watch the show.

  He’d always loved to watch her suck his cock.

  She made short work of unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans and easing his length out of his boxer briefs. God, his cock was gorgeous. Thick, hard. Long enough that sex had often bordered on pain, feeling like he speared her to her womb. Sucking him off had required that she learn how to deep throat.

  He’d taken great pleasure in teaching her how to do that seven years ago. She hadn’t forgotten.

  She swirled her tongue around the soft tip of his cock, lapping around the drop of pre-cum that had formed. She didn’t even try to hide the soft moan of pleasure at tasting him again. She sucked on just the crown.

  “Fuck.”

  She smiled, peeking up at Dominic’s face, watching him staring at her. She grasped the base of him with her hand, her tongue playing along the tip. Soon she took more of him into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out with suction.

  She was teasing him. They both knew it.

  He groaned. “Whipping you in front of Tambour, fucking you with that plug… I wanted to take you right there. I didn’t care if that little pervert came all over himself watching us. I wanted to slide my dick inside your pussy until you screamed and begged me to fuck you harder.”