She felt self-conscious, certainly. She didn't think she’d ever been naked in front of anyone except Melody - and that was after years of friendship. Her ex hadn’t ever really managed to remove enough clothes to get her really undressed - he just made way for whatever part he deemed most savory at the time.
Now, she was bared for Dominic in all her glory, and she most definitely had the man’s undivided attention.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Her eyes widened at his profession, and she found herself looking away for the first time - with no small amount of embarrassment.
“I must be pretty mediocre compared to the women you’re used to.” Her profession merely earned her Dominic’s hand hard on her chin as he forced her to look at him once more, his green eyes blazing.
“And what kind of women am I used to?”
If anything, Makayla flushed even darker. “Supermodels. Ballerinas. Movie stars. Women with their pictures plastered all over magazines and ad boards. Legendary beauties.”
Instead of agreeing with her, Dominic merely frowned. “And not one of them with your drive or your courage.” He replied, his tone solemn. “They haven’t had to go through half the shit that you have to get to me, Kayla, and yet, here you are.”
“Here I am,” she echoed, her voice soft. “Pretending to be your lover.”
He had no answer for that. Instead, Dominic merely slid a thumb over the plumpness of her lower lip, swollen from where she’d worried it as she touched herself. “Did you finish, Kayla?”
“What?” She was slightly confused, though by his closeness or the question he asked, she wasn’t sure.
Dominic’s sumptuous mouth turned upwards at the corners. “What you were doing before I interrupted you. Did you come?”
His words were the equivalent of a lightning bolt through her, and the young woman found herself expelling a long, shuddering breath as she flushed to the tip of her toes. “No. I mean...I don’t think I’d know.”
Dominic arched a brow. “How so?”
“I…” It was past the time to be coy now. The man was staring at her naked for God’s sake. “I’ve never done it before.”
The dark-haired man looked like someone had punched him in the mouth. “You’ve never come before?”
Kayla squirmed, scowling. “Don’t make it sound like I’m some kind of freak.”
But Dominic barely seemed to hear her. “Jesus fucking Christ, Kayla…” His gaze swept over her naked body once more, lingering at the crux of her thighs and the peaks of her breasts. He seemed to come to some sort of silent decision as, within a moment, he rose to his feet and was pulling his t-shirt off over his head. Kayla stared at him, her eyes wide, as he unbuttoned his slacks, letting them drop to the floor before stepping out of them. All at once, his only remaining article of clothing was the pair of boxer briefs he wore, and it was doing little to restrain his obvious erection.
Before he shed this, however, he met her gaze steadily. “I need you to understand...this isn’t breaking our agreement. I’m not going to have sex with you.”
Where she should have been relieved, Kayla only found she was disappointed - in fact, disappointment was a bit weak to describe what she felt upon Dominic’s serious admission.
“Then, what-?” She didn’t even manage to finish her question before Dominic shoved his last piece of clothing down powerful thighs and was left absolutely naked - all but God-like - looking down at her overheated form. Though Kayla had felt his erection against her when he kissed her - she had even felt it that morning when she sat on his lap in the car - seeing it was a different story.
Every part of Dominic was big and imposing - and that included the hottest part of him. He was, by far, bigger than her ex, and, for a moment, the young woman found herself secretly glad that sex wasn’t his aim. Then, he was climbing into the huge tub with her, and a short sound of surprise escaped her as he tugged her against his entirely bare form.
If Makayla had been hot before, now she was on fire. She could feel every inch of his hard, perfectly sculpted form against her - and it was better than anything she could ever have imagined. He was solid steel coated in velvet, and when his erection slid heavily against her thigh, she found herself arching against it in silent need, her fear utterly gone.
Dominic stilled her with a strong hand against her thigh, the water around them lapping dangerously at the edges of the tub. “I plan on keeping my word, Kayla, but I’m only human.” He growled lowly against her ear before tugging at the lobe with his teeth. “No sex.”
“Mmm…” She replied lowly, only half-listening. He felt so good- smelled so damned divine. “No sex.”
“Right.” He kissed just under her ear before his mouth latched hotly onto her pulse point, suckling hungrily until a low, ragged moan escaped her. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t make you come so hard you see stars.”
Kayla shuddered violently, at his lowly growled promise, a moment before his mouth covered hers. This kiss was nothing like the first - not with their naked bodies sliding slickly against one another and his hands everywhere at once. This time, even though she knew what to expect, Kayla was nearly bowled over by the intensity of the lust that suffused her. She moaned as his tongue slid silkily against hers, coaxing it into action. She had wanted this ever since the last time he kissed her - wanted it just as much as she was intimidated by it, and now, she couldn’t get enough.
She tugged at his lower lip with her teeth, she arched against him, eager to feel every part of him that she could get her hands on. Her breasts pressed flush up against the flat expanse of his chest and she shivered when her nipples hardened reflexively. His leg entwined with hers as he groaned against her jaw, his hand sweeping slickly over the line of her spine. The bathroom was filled with the sound of lapping water and heavy breathing as she gave herself over to him - more freely than she’d ever given herself to anyone.
In the back of her mind, the voice of reason told her that this was ridiculous - that she had only known the man for a matter of weeks and she was letting him touch her as if she belonged to him, but Kayla hardly cared. She needed him close - needed him to show her that touch wasn’t always about pain and subjugation.
When Dominic’s hands curled into her behind, hauling her halfway out of the water, she gasped as the cool air pinched her nipples into hard buds - but found they weren’t neglected for long. Shifting her in his arms, Dominic lowered his head to pull one of the straining peaks into his mouth and Kayla’s startled cry of pleasure echoed off the marble walls.
Yes. God yes.
Dominic licked and sucked at the sensitive, swollen bud until Kayla was squirming wildly against him, her hips bucking against him needily. A low, satisfied sound rumbled up from his throat as his teeth captured her nipple before his tongue flicked over the very tip. Makayla mewled almost desperately, her hand snaking down in between them to search for...something. When she found the hot hard ridge of his erection, the dark-haired man hissed, quickly grasping her hand to stop her. “Don’t.” He warned in a low voice, before kissing her again - deep and hard. “This is hard enough as it is.”
He was hard - and, despite all odds, she wanted every last inch of that hot hardness inside her.
But he’d already said that wasn’t going to happen. No matter how much she squirmed and whined and gasped - and she did gasp when he went back to lavishing her nipples with the attentions of his heated mouth.
By the time he was done there, the tips of her breasts were bright red and aching, straining almost painfully. “Dominic…” She begged, breathlessly, as one of his hands skirted over her ribcage, moving ever lower. “Please….please…” he silenced her with another kiss, and Kayla found her hips arching in unadulterated delight as he finally found the slippery, pulsing bud of her clit between her legs. When he touched it, she jerked so violently that half the contents of the tub sloshed over the marble edge. “Yes!” She cried, as he began to circle it agonizingly with her thumb. Kay
la barely cared that she was babbling, she just wanted him to keep going. If he stopped, she’d die…“God yes…”
She was close already. Even though she had never really felt like this before, she could feel the way her inner muscles had begun to quiver in anticipation - the way her body was beginning to seize and the tingling that started in her lower belly.
When Dominic slid two fingers over the seam of her entrance beneath the water, he groaned hotly against her neck. “Fuck, you’re so wet. So ready for me, Kayla.”
As if she could deny that.
While his thumb continued to tease the tenderest part of her, his index and middle fingers parted her before sliding home in one long stroke, burying themselves to the knuckle. The sudden intrusion was enough to make her cry out and she trembled as lights burst to life behind her eyes. She felt herself beginning to fall - there was no way she could stop it - and then Dominic pressed, hard, on the button of her clit.
Makayla screamed. Screamed.
White hot pleasure crashed over her and she clung to Dominic so hard she was sure she would leave bruises, but he didn’t stop. Her entire body strained, every part of her quivering as her very first orgasm ran rampant, taking and taking until she slumped against the man beside her, barely able to catch her breath.
Dear God. Dear God.
Dominic’s mouth brushed across hers, feather light. “You alright?”
Still trembling, she nodded. She felt as if her brain might have malfunctioned, but she seemed no worse for the wear. “Good.” He murmured huskily against her neck, before his fingers moved inside her.
Makayla moaned breathlessly as he began to curl them up inside her and stroke, almost as if he were petting her. Exhausted as she was, her body immediately responded with a new gush of enthusiasm, and her fingers tangled wildly in Dominic’s hair. She wanted to protest, to tell him that she couldn’t possibly do that again, but all too soon, she was swept up in the tide of pleasure he gave her, urging her higher and higher until she toppled over another peak with a deep, guttural moan as her body seized helplessly around her lovers deft fingers.
Slowly, expertly, Dominic teased another two orgasms from her, careful to let them build slowly as not to overwhelm or frighten her. Makayla, lost in sensation, didn’t know whether to beg to stop or to continue. Her entire body had become a trembling, heady mess of sensation - she didn’t know where she stopped and where he began.
By the time he was done with her, she was sobbing unabashedly, her face buried in his shoulder as tremor after delicious after-tremor ripped through her. “No more…” She begged him softly, “God, no more. I can’t take it.”
“Shhh, shhh.” He soothed her with a lingering kiss to her brow. “It’s ok. That was gorgeous, darling. You’re alright. I’ve got you.” She made absolutely no protest when he lifted her boneless form from the bathtub and wrapped her in a towel before carrying her to the bedroom. Dimly, it occurred to her that Dominic was still hard and wanting against her, but when she mentioned it, he merely redirected her. “Don’t worry about it now, sweetheart.” He climbed beneath the coverlet with her, nestling her tight against his body. “You need some rest.”
Embarrassingly, Kayla found that her body quite agreed. She didn’t think she’d ever been so exhausted in her life, and her eyes were sliding shut even as Dominic made himself comfortable.
That...that was incredible. More than incredible. Makayla had to admit, drowsily, to herself that she could finally understand why Melody seemed so damned insatiable. If any of the men her friend was with touched her like Dominic did...Jesus, it would be easy to get addicted.
Even now, as she slipped into slumber, she was aware of the hard lines of his body against hers.
Dominic was everything she’d ever wondered if a man could be - and after he’d proved to her just how easily he could manipulate her body, the fact was just as intimidating as it was arousing.
Chapter 8 - The Truth
Dominic slept better than he had in a long time. Of course, this was, in part, due to the fact that he slipped away from Makayla as soon as he could to relieve himself twice in the shower, but ultimately, the sight of her contented, utterly sated form was enough to soothe him the moment he returned to bed.
When he woke the next morning, she was still asleep, nestled snugly against him as her breath fell softly into his ear.
He didn’t want to move.
He, who had spent half his life rising before the sun to make sure he got everything done, realized that he would be quite content to lay in bed with her all day.
As his palm moved leisurely over the small of her back, Dominic replayed the highlights from the previous evening in vivid detail in his mind’s eye. He didn’t think he’d ever been as aroused as touching Makayla made him. Every moan, every whimper, every urgent movement of her body against him was intoxicating because it was new. She writhed as if she couldn’t help herself - as if he were all but killing her with the pleasure he gave her…
And it was downright addicting.
So much so that he found himself wondering if she would let him do it again.
The mere thought was enough to have him rock hard in seconds and Dominic swallowed a groan. Last night had been fairly innocent, he reassured himself. What was he supposed to do? When he heard her moaning from the bathroom, he’d been fairly sure she was in pain.
Of course, he’d been shocked to find she was completely the contrary. After walking in on her touching herself, moaning his name deliciously, how could he have walked out? How could he have done anything but wring every last bit of pleasure from her, until she was begging him for mercy?
He should have been satisfied. Despite attesting that he was within the realm of their contract, this was venturing into dangerous territory. Kissing was one thing - the slide of her divine naked body against his in a bathtub was quite another. If he knew what was good for him, he would force himself out of bed and get back to the office. He wasn’t due leisure time for another few days.
But, somehow, he couldn’t. Not when he was so comfortable with her pressed against him - and now when he wanted to see her face like he had seen it last night again.
Slowly, he raised a hand to brush a few curls from where they were strewn over her face. Dominic had to admit that he felt somewhat remiss dressing her up like a doll to please the papers. While she looked gorgeous in the clothes he bought for her, she looked just as beautiful in an oversized t-shirt and jeans.
Or, better yet, in nothing at all.
Just like she was now.
Somewhat guiltily, he allowed himself the pleasure of touching her while she was asleep. He ran his hands over her shoulders before trailing them down over the swells of her breasts, watching in delight as the nipples rose into his eager buds for his hands. Raising himself onto one arm, he carefully disengaged her from the cover to expose her body to him in its entirety.
Goddamn, she was beautiful.
All those curves, that dark skin that contrasted so wonderfully with his own, those riotous curls and that full, perfect mouth….Makayla Price didn’t need makeup or implants to help her. She was the type of woman that men salivated over just as she was.
The thought of her parents hurting her - of anyone hurting her, really - was enough to make him tense with anger.
Dominic wasn’t naive. He knew that there was little Makayla had revealed to him about her past - but he found that he didn’t care. He knew now, after she’d gotten past all the pain and the abuse. When she was hell-bent on making something of herself, no matter what the cost. In all honesty, he’d probably never known a woman as strong as her.
Or as alluring.
He wasn’t supposed to want her. This was supposed to be a convenient arrangement for both of them; yet, here they were, naked in bed together, with him contemplating what might be the most indulgent way that he could wake her.
Slowly, he drew his fingertips over her stomach, lingering over every rib before he reached the cru
x of her legs. Here, a soft thatch of dark curls met his fingertips and he sucked in a breath. When he stroked over her with a feather light touch, she shifted in her sleep, murmuring softly.
Dominic was so hard it was physically painful.
He had been with more than his fair share of women - so much that it had gotten to the point where he wondered if the sex was worth the bad company. Every time he slept with a woman, he wanted just as much as he gave - it had to be an equal exchange. His worst pet peeve was when a woman lie like a wooden board beneath him, expecting him to take her to the moon and back.
With Makayla, all that had changed. This was, of course, due in large part to the fact that she didn’t expect anything from him. He could read the desire in her gaze, even when she tried to hide it. She was so new to the intimacy of touch that watching her was intoxicating - the way she responded literally blew his mind. It was for that reason that he could ignore his own erection, even when his body was all but screaming for him to make her his.
It was enough to just touch her - and so, touch her, he would. For as long as she allowed him to.
Dominic moved his fingers slowly over her lower folds, back and forth with exquisite patience. It took about five full minutes before moisture began seeping up to meet the tips of the dexterous digits, and when it did, his lips curved up in a self-satisfied smile. For someone without much sexual experience, Makayla was a surprisingly wanton woman, and he adored the hell out of it.
When a soft, sleepy moan escaped her, he reluctantly drew his fingers away, raising them to dip between his lips and savor the sweet, musky flavor of her.
Kayla sighed, shifting onto her back as she threw an arm over her head, her thighs parting.
It was a blatant invitation, and Dominic would have been a fool to refuse it. Carefully, he shifted over her until he was lying on his stomach, settled between her legs. Splaying large hands on her thighs, he looked up to make sure she was still sleeping serenely before he lowered his head to find her clit with his tongue.
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