His

by Fiona Murphy

  I’m still shaking when Dominic flips me over, and begins to spank me so hard I fight not to scream. Once, twice, until each cheek has received five painful smacks. Why does this make me so wet every time he does this to me? Before I can draw in air, he grips my hips and slams into me.

  It doesn’t matter I’m soaking wet, that this isn’t the first time, his cock is so large the pain is nearly blinding as he fucks me. His thrusts are furious, pounding, punishing, relentless and even as I hate him for it, I’m coming again and again and again until I’m in agony. How long can he keep doing this? He’s come at least once, the hot rush of his come filling me, yet it didn’t even slow him down. I can’t, god I can’t take anymore. I scream into the soaking wet sheets under me.

  Dominic grips me tight around my throat, lifting me from the bed. His other arm is holding me so tightly around my stomach his muscles are digging into my back. I feel his every breath of air, every contraction of muscle and sinew burning into me as fiercely as his cock inside me.

  “You’ll take everything I give you. Every fucking thing,” he growls, then he’s sucking on my neck before biting as if he is devouring me, and damn him, I come again with a scream that has my throat raw. What feels like minutes later but for all I know could be hours, he comes with a growl, and as it has every time he comes inside me, my body clenches around him desperate, hungry for all of him, every last drop.

  We fall to the bed on our side, his grip still around my throat and stomach, his cock still buried inside me. We’re both gasping for air. Other than my lungs, I can’t move a muscle. The arm around me loosens slightly, and without thought I grasp him around the wrist to keep it in place.

  My small movement is all it takes to stir him. He begins moving inside me again. This time his strokes are slower, smaller, yet they are no less powerful, turning me to liquid all over again. His hand remains around my throat as his other hand roams over my body, playing with my breasts, at turns gentle then punishing my hardened, aching nipples. This time he moves inside me for what I swear is an hour without getting me close to the edge. He’s driving me out of my mind. I clench tight around him inside me, desperate for more, deeper, harder, anything but this slow torture.

  I never see it coming, one moment his fingers are viciously twisting my nipple, the next his hand is slapping the mound of me. Before I can even draw in air to scream, he’s doing it again and again.

  “Don’t fucking move,” he growls with every slap, yet I can’t. God, I can’t, my body doesn’t belong to me. How do I want more of what he’s doing to me?

  The world tilts, we’re both on our knees now. Only I’m boneless, draped on him, it’s Dominic holding me up on him. Holy fuck, he’s buried so deep, so fucking deep and just like the pain of his slaps to my pussy I love it, need more, every inch of him. There is no build, no warning when my orgasm slams into me, yanking me under the deepest part of the ocean. It terrifies me, it’s too much. I’m begging Dominic, but for what, I don’t know.

  “Please,” the word sputters out of me. “What do you want from me?” Can he understand me when the words come out of me in a garbled plea?

  “Everything. I want everything from you. I want every inch of skin on your body to crave my touch. I want every cell in your body to belong to me. I want your every fucking thought to belong to me. I want the air in your lungs to be mine, taken as you think only of me.” The words are blasted against the skin of my neck and burn into me, as permanent as the ink of a tattoo.

  How could he want that when he—it slaps me in the face, what I hadn’t really taken in when I opened the door to his room. He had been limp and looked bored out of his mind. “You weren’t going to fuck her. You hated her touching you—”

  Twisting my face to him, he swallows my mouth whole. From deep inside me he thrusts in angry, violent bursts. His kiss is endless as he pounds into me. He comes again, filling me and sending me into my own painful climax. The world goes black around me.

  When I wake up, I’m still in Dominic’s arms, in spoon fashion, his hard chest against my back. He’s also still inside me. Both of his arms are around my waist in a firm hold.

  I’m not sure if I’m impressed or scared of what this holds for the future. At the feel of him inside me, I sigh. Definitely scared. Scared because I love this, all of it. I think it was supposed to be a display of his power over me. No doubt about it, it also fills me with awe of what he does to me, the way he makes me feel.

  Was Chloe right or was it all wishful thinking? It doesn’t feel like wishful thinking buried inside me right now. Dominic had pushed me, playing a painful game of chicken with Serena, with threatening another woman at all. He’ll never admit it, though, had been pissed I knew the truth. I remember Chloe’s words: let go. The dress was the first part of the plan, the apology had to come too, or we would never get past it.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said that day. Hearing you say those things about me, how I was so willing, so easy... blame it on all the years of Catholic boarding school, Jane Austen, champagne, and the white dress. It filled me with shame, made me feel dirty because it was so true.” He goes tense, his arms tighten around me. “Whatever you want from me, I can’t deny you. However you want me, I’m yours.”

  He doesn’t say anything for so long I wonder if I made it worse. “Why did you move out of my room?”

  It’s the last question in the world I want to answer. He’ll know if I say it. In a warning he tightens his hold around me. Closing my eyes, I pray Chloe was right. “I hated the idea of sleeping in the same bed as all of the women who came before me. Once the thought hit me, I couldn’t let it go.”

  No response. How could he respond to something so stupid? I sigh as I wonder if he’ll think I’m an idiot all over again. We lie together for a long time, neither of us moving. Even though there is still an underlying tension, there is also an odd comfort to his tight grip around me.

  22

  Regina

  This time when I wake up I’m alone. I’m also in my room. With a gasp, I sit up wondering what I had done wrong this time. My body protests, reminding me of the hours Dominic was buried inside me. It catches my eye: through the open door of the walk-in closet are Dominic’s clothes. Sliding off the bed, I move slowly around the room. On the other bedside table are two different books and a carafe of water with a glass as the lid. It wasn’t there last night. The bathroom is filled with Dominic’s things. Closing my eyes, I sag against the doorframe in relief.

  Stupid, so stupid. If I had just told him from the beginning... I jump at finding Dominic studying me from the open doorway of what is now our bedroom.

  “Thank you.” It’s all I can say around the lump in my throat.

  A shrug of his shoulders. “I need to go out of town for a few days,” he says as he goes into the closet.

  I follow him. “Where?”

  An eyebrow goes up at my question. It’s clear he’s debating on answering me. With a shrug, he turns to pick out clothes. “Did you know Johnny had a son who died before you were born?”

  “He mentioned him, John Junior. All he said was he died, nothing else really.”

  “John Junior got himself killed in a drug deal gone wrong. Turns out he had two kids, twin boys he never told anyone about. It wasn’t until after his death Johnny found out about them. I’d wondered where the hell all his money had gone, how he could be broke. It turns out he’s been paying for them all this time. They’re smart kids, one of them is at Stanford, the other Cal-tech. That’s where I was when I was out of town before, talking with their mom, nailing down how much I could kick their way out of Johnny’s estate, which wasn’t much.

  “Your grandmother was being a bitch and a half. I ended up leaving New York after one day and told her to call me when she was ready to be a grown-up. She doesn’t want anything going to them. I saw to it their last year of school is covered the way I figured Johnny would want.”

  “You paid their tuition? Even though you
didn’t know they existed until a week before you did it.”

  He shrugs. “I have it to spend, it’s not a problem for me. They would have had to leave school. It wasn’t their fault Johnny didn’t plan the way he should have.”

  Tuition for two ultra-prestigious schools, I’m thinking of the cost of the wedding and the tiara...how rich is he?

  “Anyway, now your grandmother wants to see me. What the hell she wants, I don’t know.”

  I want to ask him if I can go but I don’t want to sound needy. It’s only as I feel his eyes on me I look down and realize I’m naked. When did I become okay with wandering around naked? Blushing, I nod. “Okay, I’m going to take a shower. Um, have a good trip.”

  From behind me I hear him chuckle.

  ***

  Regina

  It’s almost four o’clock in the morning. My body is tired, still aching from Dominic’s use, yet I don’t really want to go to sleep yet. I indulge in a long bath where I take stock of the bruises and bite marks that leave me wet at how much Dominic wanted me. All those growling demands and words have me wishing he were here even if I’m not a hundred percent sure I could take him without pain. In the walk-in closet I catch sight of the blue button-down dress shirt Dominic wore yesterday.

  Grateful he’s not here, I snatch it up and wrap it around me. Hm, it’s thicker, heavier than a regular dress shirt. Then I remember it’s bulletproof, and a shudder rocks me as I flash on that day. The sound of the gunshot, the sight of Dominic covered in blood. I grasp it tight around me and bury my nose in it, inhaling his scent, forcing the terrifying memory away. All that matters is Dominic is okay now.

  I get into bed with the thought of reading until I get tired, except as I do I blush to realize I hadn’t put on any panties. Huh, I meant to but I don’t want to get out of bed again. Besides, I’m still aching there. I run my hand over the skin of my mound. It’s hot to the touch. Is it from wearing Dominic’s shirt with his scent all around me, or the memory of how I liked when he slapped this tender part of me?

  My cell phone rings, I jump as I pull my hand away from my body like a child caught being naughty. I work to stop the somersaults going on in my tummy—Dominic has never called me before. How odd, he’s been my husband for seven weeks now, and not once has he called. It’s all been texts or messages passed through Mary.

  “Hello?” Dang it, I sound as out of breath and surprised as I feel.

  “Missing me?” He speaks Italian, the words are husky as they slide down the skin of my neck as if he were here.

  Blushing, I shake my head as I fall back onto his pillow. “Why would you think that?”

  “Maybe because you’re wearing my shirt, clinging to my pillow, and touching yourself despite the fact that after the long hours I spent inside you and how many times I took you, you have to be sore right now.”

  Oh my god, I roll over onto my stomach and bury my face in the bed. Shame flooding every inch of my body.

  I expect laughter, teasing; instead he says my name and my entire body responds to the groan. Liquid heat floods me, my nipples tighten as my breasts swell. “You’re hard for me.” I exhale in wonder.

  “Always, princess, I’m always fucking hard for you. It didn’t matter that I watched you touch yourself and jacked off right with you as you did it; I still spent hours inside you, hard as a fucking rock no matter how many times I came. Let me see you, princess. Show me that gorgeous body, your delectable pussy I can’t get enough of.”

  Without thinking I roll over, the shirt is open, my body on display. I’m rewarded by Dominic growling. “Open your legs.” I don’t even hesitate to bring my knees up and open my legs wide. “Good girl.” He moans.

  “Where is the camera?” I ask as I slide my hand over my leaking pussy.

  “In the ceiling fan above the bed. Open your pussy wide for me.” I shake my head as I slide my hand over me. “Regina.” He hisses in my ear. I can’t hold back my laughter, loving the idea of him hard and aching for me.

  “You little witch, are you asking for another spanking? I see you catching that bottom lip with your teeth. I’ll spank your ass hard no problem anytime you want, but right now, move your hand and let me see my pussy.”

  My breath catches.

  “Yes, princess, my pussy. You belong to me, every inch of your beautiful body belongs to me. Now move your damn hand.”

  I do as he demands with a moan of his name I can’t control. Not even sure why I do it.

  “I know, princess, I know,” he mutters.

  Could he please explain it?

  “Fuck, your juice is running down to your ass. That’s it, play with those nipples for me. So fucking sexy, every damn day I watched you. Spent hours hard and jacking off as you touched yourself. Bring your knees up and open wide for me.”

  Stupid, god, I am so damn stupid. Hearing him moaning for me torches the shame running through me in a fire burning out of control for him. Me, I do this to him, turn him feral, make him groan with the need to taste me, take me, and that’s the only thing that matters. “I want you in my mouth.”

  Air shudders out of him, making me tremble at the sound in my ear. “Watching you take my cock as deep as you do, every damn time I come too damn fast. I can stay hard for hours but in your mouth, fuck, Regina, you make me lose my mind. I need you to come for me, I need to hear you come with my name on those luscious lips that look so fucking pretty wrapped around my cock.”

  “I love swallowing your come.” He curses loud and long. “But I love it even more when you come inside me. Love how hot and wet you feel. I love the way you leave a part of yourself inside me.”

  “You need to come for me, princess, now, right fucking now. Slide your fingers around your clit and let me hear you come.” I can hear in his voice that he’s close.

  “Dominic, I don’t want to come yet.” I push two fingers deep inside me. God, I’m so wet they move easily. “I want your cock inside me when I come.”

  “Raw, princess, I’m going to spank you raw. Until you’re screaming for me to stop, you little brat.”

  I giggle at the way he growls low in his chest.

  “Giggle now, but when I’m deep inside you for hours, not letting you come, I’ll remind you of this moment.”

  Pouting, I pull my fingers out and swipe my clit once, twice. “Dominic.” Oh, damn, that feels so good. “I want your cock inside me.”

  “Come now, right now for me, Regina, I need you to come.” The strain is clear in his voice.

  I give in to his need and mine. Rubbing my clit for all of five seconds is all it takes for me to come. And just like he demands, I moan his name. Moan my need for him to be here with me now, inside me now. My reward is hearing my name as a prayer on his lips.

  For the first time in weeks, I sleep long and deep and happy.

  ***

  Regina

  Waking up, I’m happier than I’ve been in what feels like forever. As I study the ceiling fan, I wonder if Dominic is watching me now. A part of me is sure I should be outraged by him watching me; another part of me just kind of says, Duh. My control-freak husband had cameras scattered around our home and used them. Another part of me, a deep down dirty part of me, loved hearing him talking about how he hadn’t been able to stop watching me. How he jacked off while he watched me, sounding like it bordered on obsession.

  Instead of it making me uncomfortable, it fills me with relief. I wasn’t the only one. Had he been able to see me looking at the pictures of him on my cell phone for hours every single day? Did he know they were what I looked at as I touched myself? If I had access to cameras, I’d watch him every minute of the day. It was just like Chloe said: we were greedy for each other, for sex, because it was the only place we were letting go with each other.

  The day drags by, I can’t get any work done. Which isn’t that big of a deal. I’m two books ahead of schedule, as I’d buried myself in work over the last few weeks. What’s really frustrating is I can’t focus on reading
anything either.

  Dominic texts me he’ll be home tonight. I catch my lip as I run to take a nice warm bath to make sure I’m not sore for him when he comes home. Out of the bath, I decide to take a nap to be fully rested for the long night I hope will come.

  Waking up, Dominic’s tongue is teasing my lower lips, oh god. I shift and what the fuck? I’m back in the cuffs and he’s used two ties to secure me to what I don’t even fucking know, and oh fucking hell as he pushes two fingers into me, I don’t care about anything but those two fingers and his wicked, evil tongue.

  Just like he promised on the phone, the bastard keeps me on the edge of orgasm for hours. He sticks his gorgeous cock down my throat before going back to driving me nuts with his tongue. He presses my breasts together and slides his cock between them until he comes all over my breasts and stomach, then he goes back to devouring my pussy until I’m in tears with the need to come. Finally, finally, he slams his cock home into me. The first time is far too fast, the second time is almost as fast.

  The third time is just right, full of slow kisses until we’re melting into each other. My climax has me gasping his name, clenching around him, urging him to come with me, and when he does it’s pure perfection. Until he begins to pull out, and I wrap my legs around him, unwilling to let him go.

  He frees me from the cuffs, then rolls us over until he’s on his back and I’m on his chest with him still deep inside me. I don’t care that we’re a mess, I love all of it.

  I awaken on my back to Dominic moving inside me, above me, all around me. Pure happiness at the feeling is cut short when he stops moving. My eyes fly open, wondering why. He’s frozen, so still it scares me. Without thought I press my hand to his cheek. “Dominic?” I’m unable to read him for the first time.

  “Do it again.”