by Cee Smith
A dull thud of water pulsed around me, and I opened my eyes to see Dominic falling to the bottom, body still curled up in a cannonball. He swam past me, going the opposite direction, and I threw my hands out to turn my body to face him.
His hair stood on end, waving with the current that was created from our entrance. He opened his eyes and his face was perfectly still as he held his breath. I smiled. This was the first time I'd ever seen him not so cocky and sure of himself. Everything about him looked unnatural from the way he held his breath to the way his arms waded through the water as he tried to keep from sinking.
He was the first to kick to the surface for air, and I followed closely behind him, watching him the whole way to the surface.
“You're very good at that,” he said after a few breaths.
“You're not too bad. You have to condition yourself to be able to hold your breath for long spans of time.”
“I don't know anyone who swims as much as you do.”
“I love it. I miss the ocean though.” A sense of melancholy touched me, and I dropped back beneath the water, swimming along the edges of the pool. I felt him before I saw him. His body brushed alongside mine, and we were like two fish swimming the same stream, side by side. We were connected. I wasn't scared or nervous. I was completely comfortable here in my domain. It was Dominic that was the outsider here, and he trailed behind me like he knew it.
We continued around the perimeter, alternating escaping to the surface for air, before he tugged me to the center of the pool. He swam around me—uncharacteristically graceful in his movements—his long legs kicking out around me as he dipped and rolled in circles. He held his hands out to touch me using me as his center, like we were two parts of a protractor.
I came up for air, and when I dropped below again, I swam with quick organic movements surrounding him as I brushed against his legs and neck, his chest and back. I swam lower signaling to give me a minute while I dropped to his feet, pulling his legs apart before swimming between them. When I passed through, he turned to face me, and I continued swimming, aware of his growing desire.
My touch became more sure as I touched him longer and with a firmer grip. There was definitely a disparity in the way he touched me and the way I touched him.
“I like that,” he said when we came up for air.
“Yeah? Well if you want more, you're gonna have to come get me.” Splashing water at him, I jumped away capturing his shocked smile before I hit the water.
It felt good being like this with him. After a week of schoolwork, I started to fall back into my pattern at home, becoming so fully emerged in work that my social life was blown to pieces in the wake of everything else I needed to do. It was nice to be able to relax with him and not worry about what I was wearing or where I was going. The thing that surprised me most was, he seemed to genuinely enjoy my company as well.
He grabbed my leg just as my face fell beneath the surface. I felt like I was swimming in place as I still kicked and pushed against him, but his force was so strong he had me encircled in his arms in no time.
They wrapped around my waist, his hands finding my butt where he gripped and pushed into me, until my legs were lodged firmly around his hips. I held onto his chest as I nuzzled his neck. Our lips met, brushing, as we tried to keep the water from entering our mouths. His lips felt flush against my cool flesh, and I wanted to open my mouth and taste his heat, let it wash over me.
I felt the force of the water breaking against my back as Dominic moved us towards the shallow end. Our heads bobbed above the water, and our mouths met in a frenzy of barely contained lust. He kissed me with brutal force. One hand braced my neck while the other propped the bottom of my thighs up, so I stayed firm against his engorged erection as we exited the pool.
He placed me down on the lounge chair rolling me out like a scroll. He hovered above me, kissing down the valley of my breasts and stomach until he met my ankles. Something had been brewing inside Dominic those past few weeks, and now that we were together, his brown eyes burned like coals of an incinerator, blazing every piece of me his eyes touched.
The salty taste of the pool was fresh on his tongue as he assaulted my mouth. I panted between the motion of his rolling tongue and moaned when his hand squeezed my breasts, plucking my nipples through the thin fabric.
“I…don't...want...to...steal...this,” he said, stopping to speak between kisses. He didn’t have to spell out what he meant. I knew what he wanted, what we both wanted. It only seemed to be a natural progression of what was happening between us. I thought the time away had lessened the attraction, but there was an undeniable spark between us—something no amount of time apart could diminish.
“Don't stop.”
I wasn’t listening to his words, so much as the sound of his voice. It did things to me, spurred me on in ways that I didn’t understand. Whatever it was, I wanted an endless amount of it, a lifetime supply of the way he made me feel when his voice took on that husky baritone that felt like hands parting my thighs.
He pulled my top off in one fluid movement, my hair slapping against the wood of the chair as he came back to rest. He cupped both breasts in his hands bringing them to his mouth, his tongue hitting both nipples. A groan slipped from his mouth. I tried to bypass his onslaught of my breasts in an attempt to reach his shorts, but he ground his sex against mine. The space between us evaporated, melding our bodies together in a torrent of heat that left little room for my wandering hand. He licked at the hollow of my throat while his hands burned a path down the outside of my breasts.
Everything felt fast and slowed down all in the same moment. Our hands and mouths moved in double time, while our bodies moved slowly against each other, building up a friction that was like building a fire without a fire-starter.
Slipping between our bodies, my hands glided across his abs, down to the bulbous head of his erection, peeking above the rim of his shorts. I cupped him with one palm, feeling the slight ridge tapering up to his head through the thin material of his shorts. I pulled the drawstring loose, and he licked my neck before biting down. The growl from his mouth vibrated throughout my body and when he leaned back, I saw an expectant smile on his face.
My fingers followed the trail of his fine stomach hairs down to the band of his shorts. I stopped just as I reached the inside of his waistband. “Take them off,” he growled. I pulled them down to his feet where he stepped out of them, looking as proud as the erection that stood at attention. Dominic was something to behold. The white light from the windows highlighted every shadow, outlining his defined muscles. I looked down at his impressive length. The memory of the chain around my neck gripped me, and my hand flew to the hollow of my throat in response. I looked at Dominic with eyes that felt as large as dinner plates.
“You're remembering, too,” he said, dropping down at the end of the lounge chair. He began tugging my bikini bottoms down, and the dampness from the water mixed with my own wetness had the material clinging to my legs.
“You were so fierce that night. Your hands were shaking, but you weren't scared. You felt it, didn't you? The way your body felt like it would split wide open if I didn't make you come?”
The splat of my bathing suit hitting the tile floor startled me as the sound echoed across the room. I felt my essence leak between my cheeks and settle on the wood beneath me, causing me to squirm to escape the puddle.
“Did you like it, Hailey? Feeling my tongue between your legs, pumping your hips against my mouth, trying to get closer? Did you like the way my tongue moved inside you?”
I moaned, my back bowing as I arched into his body as he moved to cover mine.
“Your skin is so soft, so supple.” His hands gripped the skin of my back hauling me up closer to his chest. I bit into his neck, my teeth breaking flesh as his shaft probed me, slipping through my slit. I pulled Dominic down onto the chair and grunted as he almost entered me. His hands gripped my hips as I moved to straddle his lap. I slipped mysel
f back and forth against him, our eyes locked as his teeth ground with restraint.
“You want me, don’t you Hailey? You want to be mine.”
He pinned my arms behind me, holding both my wrists with one arm as he rubbed the side of my neck with his open palm. He didn't wait to see if I would respond. He latched onto my nipple, laving and biting as I writhed against him, mentally wanting to flee from what he just said, but also wanting to stay and see what it was he could give me.
The air between us was charged, much like the night a couple weeks ago. My nipples brushed against the solid planes of his chest with every rush of air to my lungs. Scooting me forward, his fingers slipped down my stomach, burning a trail across my mound, straight to my bundle of nerves, short-circuiting with every touch.
“Your pussy is so wet already,” he said rubbing his fingers in slow circles around my clit. Every pass of his fingers built a slow ache in my core. Each touch I wanted to be harder, rougher, firmer, but it was as if he knew what I wanted and purposely left me on edge. I grinded down on his fingers, and he stopped rubbing all together.
“I'll tell you a little secret. I want to hear you beg. The need in your voice does something to me. Unleashes something in me. That's what you want, right? To fuck the beast?”
“Aren't you a beast everyday?” I wasn't being facetious. My question was genuine. How could this man be anything more than a monster? He might do good deeds or say sweet things, but at his very core he was and would always be a kidnapper. I couldn't forget that. Despite every fiber of my being wanting everything this man could give me physically, I had to remember the real person that lurked beneath.
“You know the beast I speak of. The one that would bend you over and split you in two, fucking you in ways you never even thought possible. We'll start slow. I want you to fuck this finger.”
He positioned his middle finger against my mound sticking it up like he was giving my crotch the bird. Was I just supposed to lift myself onto his finger? He wiggled it signaling that he was waiting, and I guess he was, because as soon as I shifted my hips, he repositioned his finger. I lifted my hips pressing down when I was aligned, and he burrowed into me, sheathing his finger completely.
“Fuck, you're so goddamn tight,” he said working his finger. I watched the corded muscles of his forearm flex with his shifting digit.
“Oh, Dominic, that feels so good.”
I found myself pumping my hips against his finger, lifting myself up and down in time with him. The walls of my cunt closed in tight around his finger, making me sweat at the idea of having his dick—that looked impossibly large—inside me. He bit down on my shoulder, distracting me from the second digit that entered me. The difference was noticeable. I felt full and with my descending hips, my eyes clenched tight from the pressure of my walls being bruised by the intrusion. My breathing slowed down, in through my nose, out through my mouth, until he took my lips in his and I forgot to breath.
There were too many things to focus on, and I let him take over. I simply sat in his lap, entrenched in the way his mouth moved against mine. Closing my eyes, I focused on the feel of his tongue—the way it caressed my mouth, our tongues dancing together as if they knew every word of the same song, harmonizing together perfectly. I wanted to open my mouth wider and discover every recess of his mouth. I wanted to lick his teeth and see if they felt like mine or if they were smoother.
I barely noticed when he picked me up and began moving through the basement hall and back upstairs—our mouths connected the whole way. We made it to his bedroom before I realized we had both walked through the whole house naked. He lay me down, my hands releasing their hold from his neck when my back hit the mattress.
“Dominic? Could we—could you not tie me up?” He spread me open, situating himself between my legs as he pulled my hands together between us. He kissed the inside of each wrist and placed them flush against his chest.
“Is this what you want to do with these hands,” he said moving my hands across his chest and abs like a puppetmaster pulling strings.
“Yes,” I said taking control of my roaming hands still beneath his.
Taking initiative, I shook off his hands and reached for his extended length, bobbing it in my hands before holding it in both fists.
“Now show me what you want to do to it,” he breathed. His words sifted through my hair, reaching my ear as he kissed down my neck and across my collarbone.
He shifted me until I was straddling him. I raised myself off of him, licking down his chest and across the smooth skin of his abdomen still fresh with salt water. I gripped his thigh in one hand, still working his length in the other. His breathing stopped and started, fluttering with each pump of my clenched fist.
“Is this what you want? Is this why you took me?” I pumped furiously between words.
“While your cavalier attitude about your kidnapping amuses me, you should avoid bringing it up. It only incites you, which leads to me punishing you. I have every intention of debasing you while I fuck you. I don't need any additional motivation.”
“Is that what makes you feel more like a man? Debasing me? Would it be better if I just let you rape me like the fucking savage you are?”
“Would that make you feel better—if I raped you? That way you could justify why you want me? You want me just as much as I want you, if not more. The difference between you and me is I know what I've been missing, but you're a virgin. You crave something that you've never even had. So come off your high horse.”
Spit sprung from our lips as our hate-filled words whipped back and forth between us. Never letting go of his erection, I pumped harder and faster. My strokes mimicking my emotions that were short-circuiting with every barb he landed. It was true what he said. I was worse. I wanted to be able to say that he stole my virginity, that I fought him every step of the way, but if anything, it was me. I was the one pursuing him.
I bit into his stomach, feeling my teeth meet between his pinched skin. His hand gripped the top of my shoulder in a crushing hold that brought tears to my eyes.
“You're a sick little bitch, aren't you? I think you like what I do to you.”
“Is this why you took me? Did your other women get tired of your sick perversions, so you needed someone new to sate your hunger?”
I wasn't naive to think that we were in some type of relationship, but some days I didn't see him from sun up till sun down, and the last two weeks made me wonder if he had a girlfriend or someone he slept with during the day. He had mysterious bruises that randomly popped up on his body, and seeing his predilection for rough sex, it was natural for me to assume he was sleeping with someone.
“Why the fascination with my sex life?” I stilled on top of him. I didn’t know what I expected him to say, but I felt like there was a spotlight on me. That simple question alluded to the fact that this was more than just sex for me. I couldn’t think this was more than what it was. He may have had my body, but he couldn’t have my mind, my heart. This man already felt I was his. “Mine,” he said that night two weeks ago. I couldn’t let that become my truth.
“Nothing to say? Then I’ll make it easy for you. I want to feel that hot mouth on my cock.”
I felt a shiver race down my spine at his unabashed words. As a woman I should probably hate a man talking to me like that, and outside of the bedroom it was something I hated, but with Dominic in the bedroom, there was something about the way he spoke to me that felt like he wasn’t saying it to make me angry. He spoke that way because he was stripped to his most basic urges. I did that to him. He became a caveman around me, and I couldn’t deny it turned me into a bumbling idiot.
When my lips wrapped around his thick staff, I wasn’t doing it because he asked or even because his words turned me on. I did it out of fear. I was so scared that he could see right through me, that he could predict how all of this would end and that it didn’t bode well for me. Being there had shown me I wasn’t as thin-skinned as I had originally thought.
I was a fighter. But one thing had remained—I was just as emotional as I was before he’d taken me, and that’s what I was afraid of. The last thing I wanted was to become attached to him. I couldn’t lose sight of the real man lying beneath me, no matter how nice he could be or how hot he looked or how good he was in bed.
I took a tentative lick at the tip of his erection, my tongue flickering across the slit. He groaned in approval, which spurred me to continue. Just looking at him, I could tell he was huge, but feeling him between my lips prodding at the back of my throat brought it home how large he was. My hands were splayed on each thigh as I dipped closer to his balls. His hand closed over one of mine, moving it to grip his base, and he mimicked the movement he wanted while I continued licking and kissing down his cock.
“God, your mouth is heaven. Look at me.” I was almost afraid to look up. I didn’t want to look him in the eyes while I did this. It seemed too intimate, as if with just a look he could capture the moment and play it back later. I looked up briefly, taking in the mixture of pleasure and pain that splashed across his face. He liked when I jerked him off with a firm hand, so I tried to replicate the feeling with my lips, hollowing my cheeks and vacuuming his dick with my mouth.
“Fuck Hailey. Make this good for me baby, and I’ll give you a reward you won’t forget.”
I didn’t care about getting a fucking treat for this. I wanted to see him lose control. He always seemed so unattainable, and I wanted to bring him to his knees. His hand wrapped around the back of my head, following the dip my head made as I bobbed up and down his length. The suction of my mouth didn’t let up, and it was mere minutes before I felt him lifting his hips from the bed. His dick thickened until I was sure he was grinding between my teeth. I reached up and cupped his balls, and that seemed to be his detonator. A loud roar erupted from his throat as he exploded in my mouth, the taste thick and tangy. I milked him until he was a quivering mess beneath me, seizing with every stroke of my tongue.
