This Dom

by Alaska Angelini

  Water beat against the marble and I ran my fingers down her neck, stopping over the swell of her breast. Her nipples were hard, tight with the arousal I knew she was feeling. The sigh that came from her as I circled my thumb around the nub had her chest rising heavily beneath me. With a gently roll between my index finger and thumb, I had her moaning.

  Steam began to fog up the mirror and with a swipe of my hand, I clear it, turning her to face our reflection. My head lowered to rest beside hers as I peered up and stared. “What do you see when you look at us.”

  I waited, curious to know what she’d say. There were plenty of things that ran through my own mind when I took us both in. I saw a caring mother, a soon-to-be wife, a nurse, all wrapped into one phenomenal package that belonged to me. Together, I saw what I knew would be a happy couple. Two people who’d been through hell and would put everything into a successful future for them and their children. But what did Victoria see?

  Her eyes lifted to gaze into mine, her lips parting while she held my stare. “I see a dream that I never thought I’d get to live. A life with the man I love that I’m willing to fight for. I see our forever.”

  “You got that right.” My hand lifted to her cheek, angling her face up to mine. The kiss was sweet, barely existent as our lips brushed against each other’s. “One more week,” I breathed out.

  Victoria’s head moved back a little. “And you’ll be there? No missing groom?” Even though it was a serious question, the barely existent smile told me she didn’t necessarily believe her question.

  My eyebrow lifted. “You know how I said they’d have to physically remove me from your home? Well, if you thought that was bad, try to imagine how it’d be if anything or anyone tried to keep me away from that church.” I shook my head. “I pity the cause, because they wouldn’t stand a chance. I love you too much. And you?” I turned her more to face me, but couldn’t let go of her face. She may have been joking or giving me a hard time, but I’d seen what fear had done to Victoria before. She was a runner. Or had been. Would her nerves get the best of her this time?

  “I’ll be there. I promise.”

  I nodded, trying to ignore the weird heaviness in my chest. Victoria stepped back, pulling open the shower door and stepping in. My head tilted while my eyes widened. Seductive look or not, I held my ground.

  “I tell you how much I love you and you forget who you’re dealing with? Did I tell you to get in?”

  With a sway of her hips, she stepped forward. Water dripped from her fingers as she reached out and wrapped my tie around her hand. “No, Sir. But I was sort of hoping you’d join me.” She tugged and licked her lips, waiting for my reaction. I refused to give one, but instead slid off my shoes and let my jacket fall to the floor. Warm water pulsed against my shirt as I stepped in, immersing myself completely under the spray. The pressure around my neck never eased while she made her way to lean against wall of the shower. The predator that lived within pushed against my insides and poured from my skin, leaving me hotter than I could ever remember feeling. I took in her every move and ever-increasing breaths as I inched closer.

  My beautiful submissive met my stare, only to lower her gaze back to my chest. I knew she sensed the difference in my mood. Could feel the dominance I radiated as I came to stand perfectly still.

  “You wanted me in. Why don’t you show me why?”

  Victoria slowly undid the tie, taking peeks up at me in the process. As she slid it free, I eased the length from her hand, holding it with every intention of using the tie at the first opportunity. Each button released became slower. At the last being separated, her hands glided over my abs and up to my chest.

  “I want you to keep it on, Sir. At least for a little bit.”

  “Keep on my shirt?” The drenched weight was distracting, but nothing I couldn’t force myself to ignore.

  “Yes. I…think it’s really hot seeing your body through the wet material.” She smiled as she glanced up. “Really hot.” A tug jerked at my belt and I closed my eyes as she undid my pants. My cock sprang free and the slosh of my pants hitting the floor was drowned out by the roaring in my ears as her hand clasped around my thickness. “I want to taste you,” she purred, already lowering.

  I pushed my fingers into her damp hair, bringing her back to stand. Her stomach was already getting bigger. The last thing I wanted was her losing balance or the pressure she’d apply to her knees if she kneeled. “Not like this.” I pulled harder, angling her face so I could nip at her bottom lip. “Sit on the bench.” The sweep of her tongue as she thrust into my mouth left my blood pulsing. I stepped out of the pants and moved her to sit down on the marble, securing her hands with my tie as I did. Suction around my cock was almost immediate.

  “Fuck, kitten.” I gripped tighter to her hair, grasping the base with my free hand, and leading her further down my length. The pleasure shot straight through every inch of me, triggering my sadistic side, tempting dark thoughts I knew were limited while she was carrying our son.

  Her withdraw was followed by the swirl of her tongue over my tip. I moaned at the vibrations from the sounds that increased as she eased forward again. My hand lifted from my cock, patting against her cheek in quick succession “Suck harder.” The deep tone of my voice had her gaze rising while she obeyed.

  “That’s right. Don’t you dare break your eyes away from me.” I drew my hips back and my lids grew heavier. Each thrust was heaven while I cupped her cheek. The pressure drew me further back, causing me to inhale deeply. The automatic tightening of my fist in her hair left her gasping.

  “Tilt your head back and open your throat for me, kitten. I want to fuck your mouth nice and slow.”

  The part in her lips was without hesitation. The suction…gone. Victoria knew what I liked.

  Slowly, I withdrew, leaving the softness of her skin to hold to the base of my cock again. As I traced the head over her swollen, red lips, I tried to push away the aching in my chest. Fuck, I didn’t want us to be apart. Fear pulled at my mind, warning me something bad was going to happen. What, I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t like it. Trust. I really hoped this was anxiety and not something more. Victoria wouldn’t run after we finally got back together. She loved me. But was it enough to make her stay? Besides, what reason would she have to leave? I hadn’t done anything wrong. I never would again.

  “Wider.” She complied and I inched in, reaching the back of her throat and going even further. I paused while she gripped to the edge of the marble, trying my best to lock my panic away.

  “There we go.” I eased out, continuing the thrusts that had tears clouding her eyes. To say that she’d gotten better at taking my cock was an understatement. I couldn’t help but grip both sides of her head in an attempt to ground my control. “Good girl,” I said soothingly, feeling anything but calm. My heart pounded to the rhythm I wished to unleash on her mouth. And I could, if I wanted. She’d take it. But I didn’t want our last time before our wedding night to be that way. I had the rest of my life to free what I held inside.

  Sweat began covering my skin from the heat trapped from my wet shirt. I shifted, trying to shake the suffocating that was plaguing me. My body wasn’t content and neither was my mind. I couldn’t stand it.

  “Enough.” I let the cuff links fall to my feet, but kicked them out of the way. The loud slap of my shirt hitting the marble echoed around us and Victoria jumped at the noise. Everything in me screamed to fight. For her. For our life together. Why? I wasn’t sure. This had to be associated with the wedding jitters I’d been told about. Regardless, I didn’t like them.

  I grabbed the tie that bound her hands, securing my other to grip her bicep while I made her rise and face the wall. The water streamed over her back and I rubbed her pussy from behind, basking in her moans. Just as she pushed back against me, I removed my touch and angled the water away. “Grab the bar and don’t let go. Don’t move. Don’t look down or turn back.”

  Hesitantly, she grabbed the clear tu
be, taking her position. I arched her hips, scooting Victoria toward me so her stomach was safe. As I lowered and sucked against her folds, her jolt had me gripping her hips to keep her steady. My tongue traced toward her clit and I flicked the sensitive bud repeatedly. The barely existent strokes had her volume increasing quickly. The cries were like music to my ears and her juices on my tongue as I pushed into her entrance…mouthwatering.

  “Oh…God.”

  I continued to thrust while she got closer. At the return of sucking on her folds and clit, her legs began trembling.

  “Sir,” she said, breathlessly. “Please.”

  “Please, what?”

  Her head began to turn, but she stopped midway. “Please may I come when I get close?”

  A laugh pushed against my throat. “You know the rules. You come when I say. We have a long night ahead of us. You’re going to have plenty of opportunities. This isn’t one of them.”

  Chapter 10

  Victoria

  “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.” Devlin’s voice was deep as he fitted to my back and practically growled the words into my ear. His cock pushed in further and I gasped as his fingers worked magic on my clit.

  “You know who I belong to. Only you, Sir.”

  “You’re not going to leave me while we’re separated? You’re not going to run?”

  The words had nearly made me turn around. I felt the impact of his fear just as much then as I did now.

  Maisy smoothed on the foundation, but I couldn’t get my night with Devlin out of my head. For hours, we’d made love and given each other our full attention. Throughout the time and even before I’d left that morning, he’d looked for reassurance. I gave it to him the only way I knew how. My words. Each kiss. Still, he didn’t seem convinced. We’d talked every night, even in the morning and afternoon when he’d called.

  Six long days and here we were—both getting ready to meet each other again. His worrying was heavy on my conscious and I tried telling myself that he was better now that we’d talked, but was he? The urge to grab my phone was right there. I fisted my hands, focusing on the mirror while my make-up artist continued to get me ready for our wedding.

  “I’m sorry I’m late.” Lorraine had my eyes flickering to the entrance of the salon as she slid inside. My adrenaline soared at her presence.

  “Thank God you’re here. I was beginning to worry.”

  “Rita was late and I couldn’t leave until she showed up. I knew I’d get called in last night. Didn’t you get my message?”

  My lips parted as I shook my head. “No. I never received it. You just got off work? It’s ten!” My tone rose in pitch and I couldn’t stop the surprise from showing on my face. “You’re going to be so exhausted. Are you sure you’re okay to stand up in the wedding?” A fifteen-hour shift after her being up most of the day…I knew that feeling all too well. I’d done that more times than I could remember.

  “I wouldn’t miss seeing you walk down the aisle for the world. I told you that yesterday. And the day before.” She walked over, kissing my mother’s cheek and laying her dress over the back of the chair so she could pick up Ava. It lasted for all of a few seconds before my daughter wiggled to get down. The light pink flower girl dress swayed around her knees while she raced for the stack of children’s books at the end of the room.

  “My, my, don’t you look stunning. Your hair is gorgeous.”

  Curls were piled high on my head and the veil was already attached underneath them. I was so close to being ready. All that was left was the make-up, then I could put on my dress. My eyes darted up to the clock. A little over an hour to go. Gosh, this was taking forever and I wasn’t even at the church yet.

  “Where should I go?” Lorraine picked the dress back up and I pointed to the hall at the far corner.

  “They have a room set up. I think Amy is going to do your make-up when you’re ready.”

  She nodded and smiled as she headed for the back. The past week had brought us closer. There wasn’t a day we hadn’t spent together and I was glad we could rekindle our friendship as much as possible under the circumstances. My feelings were still hurt with how she’d let Daniel play on her anger for Devlin, but I had to let it go. She’d apologized and it wasn’t completely her fault. It was his. Fucking manipulator. And, I had been right. He’d called her almost immediately when we got off the phone. The more Lorraine and I had talked, the more she picked up on his instigating herself. I was glad I hadn’t had to stress the point or my views. Once she distanced herself from his influence, the truth became all too clear for her. My old friend had returned and I knew she felt bad for some of the things she’d done.

  “Close your eyes for me.” Maisy’s voice was soft while she leaned closer. Darkness surrounded me and it didn’t take long for visions of my and Devlin’s last time together to come flooding back.

  “Palms on the mattress and spread your legs.” Nails raked up the back of my thigh as he made his way to just below my ass. My body trembled and the cool air only intensified it. Even though he’d just finished fucking me, he hadn’t come and neither had I. We were far from over.

  A slight sting flared over my ass and I moaned while he began to massage against the warming skin. I gripped his silk comforter tighter, waiting to see what he’d do next. Teeth grazed against my shoulder for the briefest moment, eliciting my encouraging response. Another spanking followed and he made a path over the spot until he reached my pussy. I held onto the blanket, wanting to shift from the heavy need that pulled at my core.

  “So wet.” His finger slid into my entrance, teasing and building me even more with each insertion. “I’m going to miss you so much.” The pain mixed into his words as they repeated made my breath shudder. I’d felt them then, but now it all came crashing into me all at once.

  “Oh shit.” I pulled back from Maisy, immediately covering my mouth from saying the curse word where Ava could hear it. A tear escaped down my cheek and I waved my hand, trying to make the sudden emotional episode stop. “No, no, no,” I whispered, waving faster.

  “Honey, what’s wrong?” My mom was suddenly at my side and I wiped the stream of tears that were ruining the make-up. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine,” I managed. “Just…” A sob escaped and the reality of the day almost seemed surreal. “They’re happy tears. That’s all. I…” again, I waved my hand. “Hormones. That’s got to be why.”

  A laugh came from Lorraine as she walked up in her light pink gown and I began to cry harder, unsure of why was even crying. Devlin? The fact that we were actually getting married? Because I was ruining my make-up? It was everything and nothing.

  “Just get it out. Better here than while you’re saying your vows.” Lorraine sat down in the chair next to mine as Amy came to her side. Maisy handed me a tissue and I patted it under my eyes, but the waterworks wouldn’t be controlled.

  “Here.” My mom pulled out her phone. “Call him. Maybe it’ll help put you at ease.”

  My mouth twisted and even though I wanted to say no, I took it, dialing his number. The ring was answered almost immediately.

  “Sophia, what is it? Is Victoria okay?”

  There it was again. A cry came from my mouth and my chest shook at the new round of sobs.

  “Victoria? Hey, kitten. Talk to me. What’s going on?”

  “No-thing.” The broken word was followed by a sniffle. “I’m having some weird…breakdown.”

  Silence had me slowing my breathing.

  “Are you coming?” The question was quiet, almost so much so that I could barely make it out. I pushed back in the chair to sit up straighter.

  “Of course I am. I was just missing you. That’s how it all started. Now I ruined my make-up and I’m a mess.” His small laugh had one tugging at my mouth. “I’m such a baby right now. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. My mom thought you’d help calm me down and she was right.”

  A loud chuckle in the background faded and the sound o
f a door shut. “I’m glad you called. I miss you, too. I can’t wait to see you. You’re going to look beautiful.”

  My attention went to the mirror and I frowned. Tears stained my cheeks and I was glad she hadn’t got to the mascara. At least this was somewhat fixable without having to redo everything. Or would she have to do that anyway?

  “Are you at the church?” I waved for Maisy to continue.

  “Yeah, you should see it. You’re going to love the way it turned out. We did good, baby.” My smile grew.

  “I can’t wait. I should really let you go. I’ll be there before you know it.”

  A deep breath sounded through the phone. “I’ll be waiting. I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  As I handed the phone back to my mother, I couldn’t help but feel at ease. Maisy continued with the make-up and I closed my eyes, letting her do her job as I went back to Devlin and me. Time went by and the sound of the bell on the door had me blinking past the erotic memory of the way his body spooned against mine while he thrust and whispered naughty words into my ear.

  “The car is here,” my mom said from beside me.

  Farah, Nell, and Clara, fellow nurses, came closer, their pink gowns swaying as they approached.

  “You look beautiful.” Nell gave me a smile as she nudged Farah. “Can you believe it? Our Victoria is getting married to one of the hottest men in LA. Devlin Black,” she whispered loudly.

  The wink she threw me was full of playfulness. I laughed and waited for Maisy to finish the lip liner and lipstick. I was pushing from the chair the moment she stepped back.

  “We’re running out of time. Ava, come help mommy get dressed in the big princess gown. Then we’ll go see daddy.”

  “Da-da!” She raced toward me and I took her small hand in mine as my mother followed me to the back. Lorraine was getting her hair fixed and was almost done. Hopefully, the make-up would be finished by the time I was dressed.