The Domination of Dominica Dunn: Discovering New Worlds of Sexual Sensation

by Divine, Daniella

  ‘I can’t believe my Dad wanted to murder us,’ Jo sobs, her eyes red with tears.

  ‘It’s a bad business, that’s for sure,’ says the Lieutenant. ‘But my guess is he didn’t mean to kill you – just to frighten you. He seemed pretty shaken when I told him you had nearly died in the fire. He had been drinking, so he was probably acting under the influence. But that won’t stop him facing some pretty serious charges.’

  Dominica looks at Jo. As much as she is glad to see Darren locked up for the sake of the community, she is heartbroken to think that Jo will be without a father…perhaps for many years. But then again, there is a new man in their life now, Max Rockford. He will never be Jo’s natural father, of course, but he can offer a great deal else to compensate. Dominica tries to shake off the thought. She is moving way too fast now. If Max knew what she was thinking, he would probably run a mile. Slow down, and take things one step at a time. Anyway, they have more immediate things to worry about now. Like finding a new home, for starters. They can hardly stay here until her house is rebuilt. Although it would be kind of nice…

  Dominica realizes the Lieutenant is speaking to her and Jo, and snaps back to reality.

  ‘…oh, and I have more good news for you, ladies. The three gentlemen you identified at the hospital are also under arrest. Of course, they all deny the crime, but with three witnesses for the prosecution, I think we can say they won’t be walking the streets anytime soon. They failed to make bail, so you won’t have to worry about them turning up to cause more trouble.’

  ‘Thank you so much, Lieutenant. I’m sure we will sleep better knowing they are behind bars.’

  ‘Yes, I hope so.’ The Lieutenant prepares to leave. ‘Well, that’s all the news I have for you now. We should have more information in a day or two. But if there are any other developments in the meantime, I’ll let you know. ‘

  Max shakes his hand. ‘Thank you Lieutenant. We appreciate your time in coming here to deal with this personally.’

  The Lieutenant nods politely, and leaves the room.

  ***

  When the Lieutenant has gone, Dominica finds herself getting emotional. It has been a heck of a day, and now she is struggling to cope with her emotions. She excuses herself and goes up to Max’s room. She strips off her clothes and gets into the shower. Turning the shower taps on, she sets the water to as hot as she can stand it.

  And then she scrubs, scrubs and scrubs…washing away the soot, the ash and the smoke. Rubbing away all her problems and worries. Scrubbing herself clean of Darren, the thugs from the alleyway, the burned skeleton of her beloved home…all the bad news that is crowding her brain and taking over her thoughts. She soaps herself up again and again, until finally she begins to feel clean. She has no idea how long she has been in the shower – long enough for the room to fill with steam. So much steam, in fact, that she doesn’t see Max approaching. He opens the shower door a crack and peeps inside.

  ‘Hey, what’s with the long, long shower?’ he asks playfully.

  ‘Oh, Max. I’m sorry. I just felt a need to wash away all the filth of the day…it was all getting on top of me. I felt so unclean, so sordid.’

  Max looks concerned. ‘Oh, Dominica, of course. You’ve been through a hell of a lot. I should have been more supportive. You’ve been through more in the last couple of days than many people experience in a lifetime. I’m sorry it has all been so difficult.’

  Max opens the door of the shower wide and steps in to kiss her full on the lips. She can’t resist grabbing him and kissing him back. It feels so good to hold him, to be near him. He is still wearing his business suit, and the hot shower water drums on his jacket, shirt and tie. But Max doesn’t care. He seems to be consumed by the same degree of passion that is burning Dominica up.

  His hands are reaching behind her now, groping the bare skin of her back, and sliding down to her buttocks. Dominica leans against the back wall of the shower, raising her hips to meet his, curling one leg around his back. Max slips his hands lower down her buttocks and lifts her off the ground. He grinds against her, pushing her against the shower wall. She puts her hands around his neck, feeling the hot water splash on the expensive material of his suit. But Max has other things on his mind than sartorial elegance. He wants her. She can feel it in her bones. And she can feel the hardness inside his pants pushing against her. She is wet now, and not just from the water of the shower. In less than a minute, she has gone from distressed to turned on, ready to feel more of this man who has turned her world upside down. She is ready for sex.

  She is ready to be fucked.

  And Max is ready to fuck her.

  Dominica reaches down to the front of his pants, and fumbles until she has undone his zipper. Inside, she feels his cock, already firm and ready for action. She pulls it free, enjoying the feel of its hardness in her fingers. Max moans, the stimulation making him even harder. She strokes and rubs, sliding her fingers down to his testicles and then back up to the throbbing tip of his penis. It feels big, bigger than she remembers. And ready to take her.

  Max is soaked now, every inch of his clothing drenched, from the collar of his white-linen shirt down to his black patent-leather shoes. But he pays no attention to any of this. He is totally focused on her nakedness, the feel of her warm, wet, white skin. Max lifts her a little higher and spreads her legs wider. He reaches down and guides his cock to her vulva. He teases her for a moment, rubbing the tip of his penis along her wet slit and stimulating her. She giggles with delight, but she can hardly bear the tension any longer. She wants him, she needs him, she is desperate to feel his maleness deep within her.

  At last the moment comes. Max finds the place to enter her and pushes inside, slowly but firmly. Dominica arches her legs, gaping them wider so that Max can go deeper. And he does so, again and again. The hot shower water splashes over both of them, the steam rises and fills the room, echoing the steamy action that continues within the shower stall.

  Dominica feels an orgasm rising within her. It never takes long with Max. Somehow, he knows exactly which spot to hit, precisely how to stimulate her. She arches her back, enjoying the sensation of his length pulsating within her as she gets closer to climax. The feeling is good, and gets better – and better – until she finally allows herself to submit to the glow of an orgasm.

  Pulses of pleasure echo through her body, each one delicious and intensely enjoyable. The waves gradually subside, but Max has not finished yet. Now he pulls out of her and spins her around. He kicks her legs apart and takes her from behind. Now her breasts and her face are flattened against the glass, while she feels his manhood penetrating between her buttocks.

  Dominica has no choice but to submit to being fucked. But she is enjoying every second. She closes her eyes and concentrates on the sensations around her. She feels the heat of the hot water, and the pressure of the water that rains on her back. She can smell the soap and the steam, and she hears Max’s urgent grunting over the insistent hiss of the shower. But most of all, she feels cock…filling her aching vagina and bringing her closer to another screaming orgasm.

  Max fucks her, harder and harder, until she comes again, her forehead thumping against the glass shower wall as her body convulses in ecstasy. But this time, she does not come alone. She feels Max climax too, his body stiffening as he makes one final thrust and ejaculates inside her. She feels his warmth deep inside her body, making the act complete.

  Dominica leans against the glass, panting hard, her whole body still aroused and ready for more. Max switches off the water, then Dominica finds herself being lifted and carried out of the shower, through the en-suite bathroom and into the bedroom beyond. He lays her gently on the bed, and returns to the bathroom to fetch two large towels. He takes his soaked jacket off and drops it on the floor. But as he approaches the bed, Dominica sits up and takes the towels from him. Max Rockford is not the only one who can be bossy in the bedroom.

  ‘OK, big boy. Now it’s my turn to take charge for
once.’ She pushes Max down on to the bed, and he puts up only a token resistance. He lies on his back in the center of the bed, looking admiringly at Dominica’s naked body. He is still dressed in the soaking suit. His hair is curlier than ever now that it is wet, with a wave plastered awkwardly across his face. He looks a bit like a naughty schoolboy, albeit a very good looking one.

  ‘Well, this makes a change,’ he smiles. ‘I’m usually the one who tells people what to do.’

  ‘Not this time, Mr. Rockford. I have plans for you. All you have to do is lie there and relax. I have a few ideas that you might find interesting.’

  ‘I can lie here…but I’m not sure if I can relax. You are doing strange things to me, Ms Dominica Dunn. No other woman has had the effect on me that you do.’

  ‘I would have thought doing strange things to people was your specialty, Mr. Rockford – especially having seen what you keep down in your basement dungeon. But right now, your job is to lie back and see what I decide to do to you.’

  ‘I can’t wait.’

  Dominica takes the first of the towels and quickly dries herself, rubbing the towel through her hair to reduce the worst of the wetness. Then she throws the towel to one side and shakes her head, so that her shock of red hair bursts around her shoulders. She can see Max taking a very keen interest in the proceedings. The room is not cold – in fact, it is set at the ideal temperature. But nevertheless, she feels goose pimples rise on her skin. Maybe it’s the excitement of taking a rich and handsome man to bed…

  She leans towards him, reaching over Max so that her breasts fall forward, brushing against his chest. Max admires the view, seemingly captivated by the ebb and flow of her heaving bosoms She can see he wants to touch them, but she is not ready to be touched yet. Dominica takes hold of his tie and slips the knot. It’s not easy, as the wetness of the material makes it difficult to undo. But she manages to pull it free in stages, and throws it on the floor. Next, she undoes his shirt buttons, starting at his neck and working her way down to his pants. She opens the shirt to reveal a manly chest with just enough hair to look butch.

  Delicious.

  Dominica kisses his chest, loving the taste of his male skin in her mouth. She allows Max to sit up enough so that they can remove his shirt, then she pushes him back down on the bed. She takes the towel and dries the top half of his body, softly dabbing the towel against his skin. When she reaches his pants, she puts the towel aside and undoes his belt, then the top button and the zipper.

  It’s only a few minutes since Max ejaculated, but the physical evidence shows he is ready for more. The bulge inside his trousers gives away his emotions, and Dominica can’t help but give out a little moan of delight.

  She pulls down his pants and his underpants, allowing his erection to rise freely. God it looks good – loud and proud, and ready for action. Max is all man in the trouser department. But much as she would like to dip into dessert, she has other matters to attend to first. She undoes his shoelaces and quickly removes the rest of his clothing and pushes it to the floor.

  Max lies on the bed, totally naked and looking strangely vulnerable. Dominica takes the towel, and dries the lower half of his body, starting with his feet. She dries between his toes, then works her way from his ankles to his knees, and then up to his thighs. Finally, she flicks the towel lightly over his genitals, stimulating and drying them at the same time. Max lets out a sigh.

  ‘Oh, boy, you are good, Ms Dominica Dunn. You can do that all night if you want to.’

  Tempting, but Dominica has other plans. She throws the towel onto the floor and lies across the lower half of Max’s body, her head level with his thighs. His erection looks huge from this angle, hard and throbbing, waiting for release. Max is straining as if he is ready to grab her and take her. But that is not the plan.

  Not yet, big boy, not yet.

  She leans over and touches his testicles with her tongue, gently teasing and playing. Max’s thigh muscles tense up with excitement. She takes one testicle in her mouth, sucking softly and slowly. Max convulses with pleasure, his whole body tense yet receptive. Dominica does the same with the other testicle, and Max gets so turned on it seems he is fit to burst. Then she runs her tongue slowly and carefully along the length of his penis, starting at the base, and working her way gradually to the tip, teasing him further with little licks and kisses. Finally, she slides over the top and takes the whole of the bulging top half in her mouth.

  Max’s fingers are in her hair now, stroking and touching. She feels that he is trying to control himself, resisting the urge to come right now. She takes the base of his penis in her right hand and massages it slowly, rubbing up and down in a motion that is undeniably sexual. At the same time, she flicks her tongue over the glans of his penis, and then slides it deep into her mouth.

  She pushes her mouth further and further over his cock, taking it completely into her mouth and down her throat. God it feels big now, even bigger than when he is fucking her. His glans touches against her throat, and she fights the impulse to gag. Then she slides him out of her mouth again. Max is writhing softly, moaning encouragement to her.

  She knows that he is on the edge, so she backs off for a moment, stroking his thighs while he takes some deep breaths and controls himself. But she does not allow him respite for long. Soon she is licking and touching again, flicking her tongue along the length of his enlarged member. Now she is hungry for him…she wants to taste his seed, to enjoy the moment of his release. She slides her mouth over his cock once more and begins a rhythmic up and down motion, slowly at first, then a little faster – and faster.

  Max groans involuntarily. ‘I’m going to come,’ he says. ‘I can’t hold out any longer.’

  Dominica doesn’t want him to hold out. She sucks deeper and longer, again and again until she feels his body tense in the release of ejaculation. A moment later she feels hot cum shooting into her mouth. She clamps her mouth around him so that she misses nothing. The taste is warm and salty. His cock keeps pulsing, squirting more and more cum into her eager and waiting mouth. Eventually, he is spent and her mouth is full. She swallows, then swallows again, ensuring she has every drop of his seed inside her. Her tongue licks around the tip of his penis, ensuring that she doesn’t miss the last final drops of Max juice. The taste is so masculine, so fertile, so deeply pleasurable – touching some indefinable spot in her femininity that aches for an injection of testosterone. When she is sure there is no more, that every last taste is hers, she rests her head against Max’s thigh, watching his manhood slowly subside to rest.

  Max brushes a hand lovingly against her face, stroking her cheek.

  ‘Oh boy,’ he says. ‘That was something else. Something else indeed.’

  And he was right. It was.

  ***

  It feels so gloriously indulgent to be resting there, snuggled against Max in the comfort of his opulent and incredibly comfortable home. It is like living in a different world, one that is safe and trouble free, insulated from all the problems of reality. For a while, she is able to forget all about Darren, and her burned house, and all the trials and tribulations of her life.

  But the escape doesn’t last long. Max sits up and kisses her lightly.

  ‘I’m sorry, baby, but I have to go out. I would love to stay with you all day, but I’m afraid I can’t. Business to attend to. Lots of things to do, you know.’

  Dominica turns lazily and acknowledges him. ‘Of course, Max – you’ve done more than enough for us already. I know you are a busy man. I don’t expect you to hang around here all day. You go and do whatever you need to do.’

  ‘Believe me, Dominica, I would rather spend the day here with you than with a bunch of fat, middle-aged men, but I have some important things on today. Will you and Jo be OK staying here? The whole house is free for you to use as you wish, of course.’

  ‘Actually, Max. I have things I need to do as well. I want to go to the house later, and see what we can salvage. Then I need to
get onto the insurance company…you know, all that stuff. And I need to get my car from the house so that I have some transport.’

  ‘Of course. But don’t worry about your car just yet. My driver, Thomas, is at your disposal all day. I’ll drive myself to the office. We can sort your car out later on.’

  ‘Oh, right…thank you. If he can just drive us to the house, that will be fine.’

  ‘That’s settled then.’ Max goes into the shower, and Dominica slips her feet off the bed and tries to get herself into waking mode. After all, you can’t spend your entire life in bed having sex.

  But it would be nice…

  ***

  Although Dominica is anxious to get back to her own house to inspect the damage, that has to stay on the back burner for the moment. Jo is too excited about seeing more of Max’s place. Max heads out early, so Dominica and Jo end up eating breakfast alone on the terrace.

  Once again, it’s a beautiful morning. Dominica idly wonders whether Max has an arrangement with God to keep the house bathed in eternal sunshine. She can’t ever remember seeing a cloud in the sky here. It always seems to be a beautiful day in Max country. No doubt Max gives the orders, and God jumps…it seems to work like that with Max and most people.

  The silent waiter appears and disappears, making Jo’s eyes gape as a seemingly endless array of food is served and taken away.

  ‘I could get used to this, Mom. I have to admit, Max Rockford is one cool dude. Now I understand why you are sleeping with him. I wouldn’t say “no” myself.’

  ‘That’s enough of that, Madam. You are still only sixteen remember.’

  ‘Yes, Mom. Sixteen, not six. I’m not a kid anymore. We can talk about sex like adults. I don’t expect you to act like a nun for the rest of your life.’

  ‘I have no intention of discussing my sex life with my daughter, thank you very much. Anyway, like I said – it’s not about sex or money. There is something else about him that makes him special. Although what he sees in me is beyond my understanding. There are plenty of women who are younger and more attractive than me. He must have no end of choices in the female department.’