Dominic: A Triple Threat Novel

by Josephine Jade

  She sucked him harder at the words, her eyes falling closed. “And you will be begging me, soon.”

  He reached down beneath the shirt and pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers hard enough to make her gasp. She was panting with need and trying to suck him at the same time.

  “Now suck my cock the way I taught you how. Do you remember, Cassandra? If not, I’m sure there’s a wooden spoon here in the kitchen. A couple dozen swats on your naked ass with that with that ought to jog your memory, especially given how tender your ass already is.”

  Cassandra immediately released the suction of the tip of his head and took his cock out of her mouth and began licking down the bottom until she was at the base. He lifted so she could move his pants further out of the way, giving her complete access to his balls.

  His breath hissed through his teeth as she gripped one firmly in her hand and brought the other into her mouth.

  “Yes, suck my balls, you dirty girl. I’ve been dreaming for years about seeing you on your knees again doing this, face in my crotch.” She sucked them just the way he’d taught her, knew the exact pressure he wanted, almost like muscle memory for her.

  She scratched her nail lightly along the line of his perineum as she sucked slightly harder.

  He jerked slightly. “Fuck, Cass.”

  The rough timber of his voice as he said her name floated along her nerves. Her nipples pebbled and she couldn’t help but grind herself against his leg. She switched to the other side with her mouth and ran her nail up that sensitive area again.

  “Do you remember how I trained you to blow me?”

  Now Cassandra’s breath hissed out. She nodded. Yes, he’d used reward and punishment to train her.

  “Remote controlled clit stimulator and a paddle worked wonders in your training, didn’t it? Carrot and stick.”

  Every time she’d done something he’d liked, he rewarded her by turning on the clit stimulator. If she’d done something he hadn’t liked the long flimsy paddle had lit her ass with a streak of fire. Every day after she’d made him come, swallowing every drop, he’d made her grab her ankles in front of him. Then he’d whipped her with the paddle while keeping the clit stimulator on high.

  She’d never come so hard as when the pleasure mixed with the pain. He knew it and always knew just the right amount of pain to give her to make the pleasure that much greater.

  And as a result of her training she knew exactly how to give him the perfect blow job every single time.

  As she continued to suck his balls she wound her other hand around his cock, stroking with a firm pressure. He stretched his leg out so she could more easily grind herself against his ankle.

  “I think we’ll need some more training soon, just to make sure your skills are in top shape,” he whispered, then laughed as she ground against him even more heavily, almost humping him.

  He wrapped his fist in her hair, pulling her back so she could take his cock fully in her mouth. He held her immobilized as he used her mouth as a fuck-hole to exert his control. She gagged just once before loosening her throat and taking him all the way down.

  “Yes, take it deep.” He fucked her in and out, shoving it down her throat, as her hips continued to rub his leg. He picked up speed, his lack of words letting her know he was close to release. He rammed one last time and she felt heat and wet jet down her throat, then fill her mouth as he eased back.

  “Fuck. Fuck.” A shudder shook his big frame. Cassandra licked him, sure to get every drop of cum, cleaning him, knowing he’d make her lick it off the floor if she missed any. The way he stroked her hair while still breathing hard kept her turned on. She continued to grind herself against him.

  Finally he looked down at her though hooded eyes. “That’s right, I want you to come on the ground, right there on your knees by grinding yourself against my leg. Take off the shirt.”

  Cassandra’s hips remained in constant motion, as she unbutton his shirt and slipped it off her shoulders. He angled his leg so his ankle bone was pressed up right against her clit, his foot under her ass. She gasped.

  “That’s it. Ride my leg. I want to see your tits bounce you’re riding it so hard.”

  She grabbed his calf near the back of his knee and obeyed, pumping against him hard enough to cause her breasts to sway.

  “Fuck, Cass. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He sounded angry.

  His guttural words spun her closer to the edge. She held on to his leg and began to grind, the direct pressure on her clit sending her closer.

  “Please, Sir. Please may I come?” Her words came out in spurts between her heaving breaths.

  “Pinch your nipples, now. Hard, Cassandra. Hard enough to bring tears to your eyes.”

  Her hands immediately flew to her throbbing nipples and she did, pinching and twisting until she was gasping with pain.

  “Come. Now, Cassandra.”

  She threw her head back and screamed his name, the orgasm washing over her in flooding waves. Her body continued to move against him as she released her nipples and held onto his leg.

  For a long time afterwards she just sat at his feet, body spent, resting against his leg. But then he moved and stood, putting himself back into his pants and leaving Cassandra naked on the ground with nothing.

  She had a feeling that was exactly where he wanted her.

  Chapter Nine

  For three days they fell into a routine of Cassandra eating and sleeping. They would eat meals together. After which he would ask her if she was still tired.

  She was.

  She didn’t know why. Part of it was the terror and exhaustion she’d faced at Tambour’s hands. Part of it was that she’d been on the run for two weeks before she was caught by Tambour. Part of it was that she’d never slept well. She’d never been in a situation where she could afford to give herself deep, even sleep for hours on end. Her family had often been in hiding, needing to move at a moment’s notice. And even when they weren’t, her stepfather and stepbrother couldn’t be trusted.

  So when Dominic asked her after every meal if she was still tired, she’d been truthful. And he’d sent her back to bed, where she’d slept until it was time to get up for another meal. Her sleeping mind, despite everything, knew here she was safe.

  At night, he would sleep with her in the bed, never touching her but at least there. Each morning, true to his word, she’d woken up with his hand at her nape pulling her mouth down to his morning erection. She’d diligently sucked him off, sometimes before he was even fully awake.

  Sometimes, after a meal, he’d made her give him another blow job. Sometimes it was under the table. Once it was at his desk. And another time, he made her hang her head over the side of the bed and he’d fucked her mouth like she was his own personal toy.

  Not once since that first blow job had he allowed her to come again, even by rubbing herself against him.

  And he hadn’t whipped her again, hadn’t spanked her in any way. The only exception had been last night when she’d been having such a wonderful dream about having sex with Dominic that she almost thought it was real.

  Three sharp slaps to her ass had her waking up.

  “Quit fucking the pillow,” Dominic had said. “I will tell you when you’re allowed to get off.”

  She pushed her ass back against his hand. If he wouldn’t allow her to orgasm, she’d wanted him to spank her. Bring her to that place of mental relief and oblivion.

  But he wouldn’t do that either. He’d forced her to go back to sleep with her legs tucked under her chest, ass out, arms up by her head. There was no way she could grind herself or touch herself in any way.

  At this point she’d beg him to spank or fuck her in any way he wanted. Even in the ass, which he knew she didn’t tend to like.

  But that was what she was afraid of, that he no longer wanted her in that way at all any more. That she was here to suck him off when he felt like it, otherwise to be ignored.

  When he’d rescued her
from Ian Tambour she’d known she was going from the frying pan to the fire. She’d envisioned daily whippings, nipple clamps, being fucked anywhere and everywhere he wanted with no say in the position or her pleasure.

  She never imagined he would ignore her except for a blow job here or there.

  Seven years ago their relationship had been explosive. They hadn’t been able to keep their hands off of each other. Even knowing she was lying to him and it would eventually have to end she’d given herself over to him fully. Daily.

  Dominic’s brothers had teased them about their need for each other, about their inability to stop touching even when they went out.

  And she and Dominic had gone everywhere. Not just in New Orleans but all around. Dinners, operas, theater. For the girl who had grown up pickpocketing and looking out for cops, it had been a regular Cinderella story.

  And then he had whisked her off to Vegas and in a fit of passion, they’d married each other.

  She hadn’t known she was pregnant at the time. If she had maybe she wouldn’t have let him take her so roughly against the balcony railing of their suite. Or tied spreadeagled on the large bed. Or again in the giant Jacuzzi tub.

  But she probably would’ve.

  He’d never known about the baby she’d lost. And she never planned to tell him. She could hardly bear to think about it herself even all these years later.

  And today she wasn’t going to think about it. Today, for the first time, the exhaustion that had blanketed her for the last three days was gone. She felt closer to her old self then she had in weeks.

  Today she was going to do something besides sleep in the bed. She didn’t know what that was, but it would be something.

  She wandered down to the kitchen still dressed in one of Dominic’s shirts. His shirts had been the only thing she had worn since she got here.

  Dominic was making coffee and food – some fruits and breads like she liked to eat for breakfast – sat along the kitchen island.

  She had woken him up with the required blow job then had taken a shower. Her long hair still fell damp down her back. She looked away as he leaned back against the counter, coffee in hand, studying her.

  “You’re feeling better today.”

  It wasn’t a question, but she answered it anyways. “Yes. I definitely am not interested in sleeping anymore.”

  “Thank God.” The words were hardly out of his mouth before he stormed to her, picked her up and placed her belly-down over the island. The shirt was slid up to her waist and his hands were on her ass, roughly squeezing.

  “I’ve been waiting for that fucking blank stare to be gone out of your eyes. I was beginning to wonder if it was ever going to happen.”

  His hand came down rapidly against her ass over and over. “I’ve been waiting to do this, and a hell of a lot more.”

  Cassandra could already feel wetness gathering between her thighs as she absorbed the blows. Her fingers reached out and grabbed the other end of the island.

  Thank God he was touching her, even if it was a spanking.

  He spread her thighs and slapped the tender inside part.

  “I was afraid they had broken you,” Dominic said. He stopped the stinging slaps for a moment and held her hips in a hard grip to stop her from grinding against the counter. She had no shame, she needed to come so badly after three days of pleasuring him and not getting any relief herself.

  She felt his breath on her ass right before his teeth nipped at the tender underside of one cheek. She pushed back against him as his teeth found the other side and bit harder.

  “Even I’m not bastard enough to further abuse someone who might have been broken. But you’re not, are you, Cassandra?”

  She felt his hands slide her ass cheeks apart. Felt his tongue slide all the way up the crack. Her back arched and she cried out as he slid two of his fingers into her pussy.

  His teeth were on her buttocks again, biting the tender area he just spanked. His fingers fucking her the way she wished he would fuck her with his cock.

  “Answer me, Cassandra.”

  She could hardly remember the question. “No Sir. I’m not broken.”

  “Yet,” he whispered.

  He continue to fuck her with his fingers, every once in a while circling her clit with his thumb, while raining blows on her ass and thighs with his other hand.

  “Spread your legs. I want to see you spread out all over this island like the slut you are.”

  Wetness gushed at his words.

  Dominic laughed. “I’d forgotten how you respond. You’re so fucking wet.”

  He took her knees and bent them outwards so they rested on the island, stretched wide It forced her pussy off from the counter so she could no longer grind against it.

  “Yes.” His voice was guttural. “Now sit up and arch your back. Hold your weight on your hands.”

  The shift caused her ass to stick out even further. She glanced over her shoulder to find him staring at her. She could only imagine how completely wanton she looked. Completely exposed to him.

  “I’m going to fuck that ass.” She whimpered as she felt his finger trail down between her cheeks, stretched open in this position. “I had a new little flogger made specifically for being used in your ass crack. It looks so small and innocent, but it’s going to set this whole area ablaze.”

  He trailed his finger all the way from her pussy lips back to her puckered hole. “You’ll present yourself to me by putting your forehead on the floor and ass up in the air while I sit in a chair. Then you’ll hold your cheeks apart while I whip your asshole. Over and over with the little flogger until it’s red and burning. And then I’ll fuck you there.”

  Oh God. She dreaded and desired it at the same time. Her breath was coming in pants now. In this position there was no relief, no way to touch herself or grind against the counter in any way. Dominic cupped her between her legs and she immediately began moving against him, desperate for relief.

  He leaned over her shoulder to whisper in her ear, his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. “You like that thought don’t you? Even though me taking you in the ass is not your favorite, you like the thought of the pain. The pain of the whipping and then the pain of my cock sliding into that burning hole.”

  “Dominic…” His name came out in a wail.

  His fingers immediately left her pussy and she felt a sharp slap against her clit. She sobbed as she jumped.

  “Master. I very definitely think you will be calling me master.”

  She would call him anything he wanted if he would put his fingers back on her. “Yes, Master. Please.”

  “Please, what? Please flog your asshole then take you there? Please continue to fuck you with my fingers? Please slap your cunt again? Which is it?”

  Cassandra’s hips were grinding against air. “All of them, Sir. Please all.”

  But he stopped, and she whimpered when he withdrew his fingers from her. Dominic came and stood in front of her. “And what about these?” He reached out and cupped both breasts. “I think we’re going to need to get some clamps on these as soon as possible.” He pinched both nipples and Cassandra groaned at the exquisite pain.

  “Yes, Master, please. Please, clamp them.”

  “Oh I will.” He pinched them again before running his thumbs over the hard nubs. He reached his head down, sucking one, then the other, blowing on the wet flesh afterwards, making them even harder.

  He circled the island again so he was behind her, then began spanking her with his hand, all over her ass and thighs. Soon Cassandra was sobbing in both pain and need.

  Dominic finally stopped. “Now you stay right there so I have a nice view as I eat my breakfast. My beautiful kitchen decoration.”

  Chapter Ten

  Dominic felt many things seeing Cassandra spread out, completely exposed, on his kitchen island, ass and thighs red from the spanking he’d given her. Watching her hips undulate every few seconds, humping but finding nothing but air, her ass cle
nching and unclenching with obvious need had him hard as a fucking rock.

  But mostly what he felt seeing her up there, sobbing with her need to come, ready to beg him for whatever he would give her, was relief.

  The last three days had pretty much been hell, worrying that she truly had been mentally broken by whatever had happened to her over the last few weeks.

  Yesterday he had seriously started looking into some place she could go if she needed care and therapy. Because despite what she done to him seven years ago, there was no way he was going to be able to bring himself to add more trauma to someone who’d already been hurt in that way.

  No mistake, he wanted to hurt Cassandra, wanted to punish her. Wanted to whip her, and make her beg, and control everything about her pleasure. But he’d found over the last three days that those needs were secondary to making sure she wasn’t actually mentally and emotionally scarred by things outside his control.

  The dead look he’d seen in her eyes, exhaustion bracketing everything she said and did… that was not the person Dominic wanted to punish. That person had already been broken enough.

  He kept trying to bring her back to him with the blow jobs, since she’d responded so well under the table to the first one. And since some of the best memories both of them had were of the blow job “training”. But that hadn’t seemed to be enough to drag her out of the fog she’d been in for three days.

  But this morning, as she had walked into the kitchen, he’d known his Cassandra was back.

  Fucking hell. Not his Cassandra. He was going to nearly kill them both with pleasure, and cause her quite a bit of pain that she loved, but she would never be his Cassandra again. And he damn well better not forget it.

  But her eyes were clear, and her spirit was back. He was damn glad to see it. And glad that she didn’t want to go back to sleep.

  Although by the time he finished with her today, she would definitely be falling back into an exhausted sleep.