by Cee Smith
He pulled my hip closer, and I broke off the kiss with a yelp. He followed my line of sight to see my wrists pulled tight from the restraints. Rolling back, he opened his side table, taking out a small key and unlocked my right wrist. I would have much more freedom to move about, but was still effectively chained to the wall. He pulled me again. This time my body was pliant with the force of his pull. My legs writhed against his as I tried to relieve the tension emanating from my core.
Our lips met again, tongues dueling for the upper hand, moving with quickening speed as we swept and pushed our way into each other’s mouths. He pulled the bottom of my shirt up, revealing my stomach to his seeking hand. As he gripped my hip in a bruising crush, I took penance on his lips, my teeth searing his bottom lip. The tangy taste of copper permeated our mouths, quickly mixing with our saliva until the only reminder of my bite was the slightly jagged skin on his lip.
I was wet after the first kiss, and every kiss thereafter was like dousing a fire with gasoline, encouraging the fire to grow. Every touch of his skin on mine was more desperate than the last, and I was heady that a man like Dominic was kissing me like he was starved for me. I didn’t know much about the man that laid beside me with hooded eyes and a panting chest, but it felt like we were sharing something sacred. Both of us finding our ways in our roles of captor and abductee, there was something freeing in knowing that we were lost in this stolen moment together.
“Your body feels incredible. Look how hard you make me.” I didn’t have long to look before he was moving closer to the center of the bed and shifting me so our bodies were aligned.
“Wait. Are you—you don’t have any…” I felt stupid as I laid there struggling for the right words to ask him if he was clean. His teeth gleamed from the sliver of moonlight forced between the slats of the blinds.
“You don’t have to worry about that. I’m clean.”
With that, his mouth moved across my neck from one ear to the other, vacillating between crushing me with kisses and braising me with teeth that felt like tiny razor cuts against my neck. With my one free hand, I touched every part of him my eyes saw, starting with his hair. I sifted his hair through my fingers—the dark strands didn’t feel oily at all, but like a cloud of freshly picked cotton.
The teeth against my neck grew more aggressive, and I fisted his hair tighter between my fingers, giving a slight tug. The moan that escaped him was smothered into the hollow of my neck. When he returned to biting, his teeth struck deeper.
“Ahh!” I jumped, my hand still clutching his hair as I rose up.
“Fuck, harder.” I didn’t have time to think how sick this was as his hands dipped beneath my pajamas brushing the outside of my underwear. His fingers were a phantom stroke to my center, teasing me of things to come. With both palms gripping my ass, he hefted me up until my core was brushing against his straining erection. With his hands still in my pants he flipped us again until he was hovering above me.
His hands moved to my breasts while his kisses dropped down between the cleavage of my pajama top. The top couple buttons bust in his haste, revealing the black lace bra laid out for me that morning.
“You’re mine,” he whispered into my skin like an affirmation. I yanked the back of his hair and he yielded to me, raising his mouth to meet mine. Moving my hand down his chest, I felt his tongue spear my mouth as I moved my hands down his stomach. He shifted my legs so they were bent and cradling his hips, with his hands resting against my bottom he lunged forward while pulling my hips off the bed to meet his. The tip of his erection was blatant as he plunged against my still-covered sex.
“Is this what you want?” He rolled his hips, and I quivered in his grasp. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him shred through my underwear and pulverize me.
“Is it? God, if I would have known it would be like this, I might not have needed to take you, but then this wouldn’t be as thrilling, would it?” His words were rhetorical, but they were starting to penetrate my thoughts, making me question what the hell was happening.
“Shut the fuck up,” I grunted.
Our lips were so close he breathed the words that left my mouth. I lashed his tongue with my own and he fisted my hair, yanking hard, eliciting a yelp against his ravishing tongue.
“Watch how you talk to me, you little vixen.”
I’d heard him when he meant business, and that wasn’t it—his words were too light, playful even. No, in fact, I was even more certain that he liked that side of me. It wasn’t even a side that I knew too well because I had never needed to be stern or aggressive in my normal life; Jessa did enough of that for the both of us. Jessa.
My mouth slowed as thoughts of my sister doused my thoughts like diving into sharp cold water. The kind that still stung long after you’d been fully submerged.
“Stay with me,” Dominic said pulling my face forward to meet his eyes. “There’s no one here but us.” His lips covered mine with a kiss that melted me—it was so soft.
“Say it,” he said with conviction.
“Just us.” My fingernails pitted into the top of his back.
“Tzzzz,” he sucked in a breath through his teeth at the feel of my talons embedded in his skin. Before I dragged my nails across the fabric of his flesh, he picked up the hair that rested across my clavicles, bundling it firmly within each wrist. It was like a showdown at the O.K. Corral, both of us poised with our weapons of choice, squared off as we stared into each other’s eyes, with a passion that could set the room ablaze. I gave a slight tug down, pulling my nails about an inch down his back, just as he pulled his hands into the air tugging my hair away from my scalp. My neck lifted with his hands, but he pulled just beyond reach until my head smarted. His smirk was sly as if he had found some hidden truth behind what was happening between us.
My nails dragged down a little farther, digging a little deeper.
“Ugh, shit. I don’t think you’re ready to go this deep, little girl,” he said, shifting from one knee to the other as if preparing himself for the pull. He dipped down to take my lips in a cruel kiss that was as hard as it was loud.
The pull started off slow like a slight humming against my scalp, like the first stirring of a car being revved up, the engine giving a quiet purr into the stillness. His eyes smiled, a forewarning to the increased pull. I would learn to trust that smile. It reeked of evil things to come. This time, instead of increasing the pull until he reached the limit he wanted to stop at, he yanked hard and fast until his palms grazed the tops of my breasts. My nipples grew harder as his hands came to rest.
“Dominic! Fuck, argh!” I jerked.
“Oh, I could come from my name on your lips. You look so beautiful with your hair in my hands. This makes you wet, doesn’t it?”
His hands weren’t fully rested when I clawed down his back. We kept this up, both of us moaning and groaning, shouting expletives until my nails brushed against the top of his pajamas and I was sitting fully upright with him sprawled out across my lap. I didn’t look but I was sure some of my hair was still in his hands when he released me. I was also sure that his back was bleeding as I could feel the slow trickle of warm blood pass across the back of my hands that hugged his tense muscles.
We only took a few minutes to settle, me looking the worse for wear while he just looked over me with a newly inspired lust, making his dirt brown eyes look like smoky quartz, beaming brilliantly against his lightly tanned skin.
He dipped low until his mouth rested against my ear. When his lips parted, a fog of heat slipped across my ear and snuck in thoughts of him rutting against me like a feral animal while chained to the bed.
“I know what you want,” his hazy voice whispered.
“You want me to show you what it means to be owned by me. That was only a taste, matakia mou. You’re not ready to be broken.”
“Shows what you know. I’ll never be owned by anyone. You might take my body, but it’ll never be yours.”
“You open your mouth, and all you t
ell is lies. I just may have to stick something in your mouth to teach you a lesson. I knew from the moment those little blues looked at me I had you, and I don’t need to take what you’ll gladly give.”
“No!” I bucked my hips, trying to rut him off of me, but he grasped onto my thighs, gripping until I had no choice but to stop.
He rolled us again until I was atop him once more. Within a blink, he positioned us so I was sitting in his lap with my back to his chest and his shaft protruding between both of our legs. I heard the clank of the chain and felt the weight of the metal wrap around my neck.
My hands moved to the chain at my neck.
“Don’t move. You’ll hurt yourself.” His words barely sliced through the panic that was setting in. Was this what he was into? He wanted me to choke while he had his way with me?
“Please,” I croaked, my voice already sounding hoarse and strained, “take it off.” I felt sick again, like I would pass out from the closing of my throat.
“I can’t, I can’t breathe.” I clawed at the chain tightening around the front of my neck.
“Calm down. You can breathe. Stop moving. You’re only choking yourself. See,” he said placing both of his hands against my hips to show that he wasn’t doing anything with the chain. I scooted back into his chest and he pulled at my hips, stopping me just before the chain became too loose.
“I want to feel your hands around my dick. Take it out,” he said, his words dripping against my ear like hot wax shocking me into stillness. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
I unbuttoned the button closing the front of his pajamas and closed my hand around him, pulling his length through the hole. Blood settled just beneath the skin of his head, making him look feverish. His flesh was hot, and I looked on as he sprouted a drop of cloudy liquid that beaded down his throbbing flesh. That was the first time I’d ever held that part of a man, much less seen one. There was that one time in high school when Brandon pushed my hands across the front of his jeans so I could feel him while we were kissing, but that was as far as I had ever gone.
“Dominic?”
“Go on.”
With my free hand, I walked down the length of him touching his skin like a foreign object measuring its weight, slapping it against my palm before wrapping my fingers around the base as far as they would go. He was thick and long, and my hand felt clumsy. I skipped across his skin as I rubbed him up and down. Sometimes his flesh stuck to me like skin on a leather seat. I couldn’t see why he liked it; this was awkward.
“Lick your palm. More. Spit in your hand,” he said when he saw my tentative lick of my palm. After the first lick, I understood that he meant to use my spit as some type of lubricant, so my movements wouldn’t be so jerky. I hoped it helped because I would hate to see what happened if I was just bad. Maybe hand jobs weren’t my thing?
“Grab the base. Tighter. You’re not going to hurt me. Yes, like that. Now with your hand still tight, stroke until you get to the head. Yes, good. Now back down again. Keep doing that in one fluid motion.” I listened to his words like he was a professor giving a lecture, and I had promised to be his best student. When he felt I needed no further assistance, his hands dipped beneath my shirt giving my back a faint scratch mimicking my earlier attack on his back.
“I should mark you for what you did to me,” he whispered deliciously in my ear. My skin broke out in goosebumps, and I almost forgot that I was stroking him as I leaned my head back into his chest. His hands moved to my stomach caressing my skin lightly while he kissed the back of my neck. He bit my earlobe, and I gripped his base harder until my knuckles hurt from clenching.
“Ooh, don’t stop. Just like that.” His breaths came out faster, brushing across the fine hairs at the nape of my neck. He thickened beneath my pumping palm, and I felt his abs and legs tighten with strain, drawing attention to the pressure I felt between my own legs. With one hand, he pushed me forward until the chain grew tight again and I was breathing hard, forcing air down the shallow shoot to my lungs. Our breaths were racing, and he gripped one of my breasts just as I hugged his scrotum in my damp palm.
He erupted like a volcano, frothing white lava that bubbled over the top of his head and covered my hand in a liquid that was thick and clung to my hand. His erection let up a bit and dropped against his pants with the release of my hand. Dominic wrapped one arm around my waist while he sat up. He shifted me back against his chest, removed his hand from my breast and reached out to take hold of the wrist that was un-cuffed and covered in come. As he guided my hand up to my face, I squirmed in his lap, trying to evade him.
He gave my stomach a light slap, “Hailey, don’t fight me. You can either taste me, or I can chain you up and come in your mouth until you’re drowning in it.”
His hand pushed mine a little closer, and I turned my head, but he pulled the chain tight against my straining neck, forcing me to relax. He placed his hand on the outside of my mashed lips, before smearing the salty substance from my cupid’s bow to my chin.
“You know what I want. Lick it.”
I risked choking myself so I could show him the look of utter hate that crossed my face. He must have taken pity on me because he unlooped the chain around my neck, the metal falling limply against the bed. Pivoting me in his lap, he looked on expectantly, excited by my humiliation.
“Please.” I started to cry, the tears running like twin rivers on either side of my nose and across my lips, dragging the taste of him into the crevices of my mouth.
He wiped away a few tears that clung to my lashes before responding, “Hailey, you haven’t even tried. Who knows, you might like it.” He smirked. He fucking smirked as if I was going to eat this shit up like buttercream frosting and say, “Mmm, can I have some more?” I could feel the steam rising from my ears, like my head was going to blow.
“I hate you.” He wiped my chin with two of his fingers and shoved them into my mouth, forcing my teeth apart with the brutal onslaught. I garbled around his prying fingers, until he gripped my tongue like pliers, scooped up more come from my face and slathered it on the tip of my tongue. All the while, I bucked and batted his elbow with my free hand, my cuffed arm just flapped around uselessly. He removed his hands from my mouth.
“Continue,” he commanded, his eyes brooking no more of my insolence. I waited, but the look on his face told me that he wasn’t taking no for an answer. The taste wasn’t so awful; it was more my pride that was hurt. I was disgusted—with myself as much as I was with him. I shouldn’t have kissed him. With every stretch of my tongue across my lips, I thought of ways to make him pay.
“That’s good.” He pinned both of my arms away from my body, and I struggled, rocking my body from side to side, as he brought his lips to mine. He didn’t penetrate my mouth, as I was sure he knew I would bite him like a rabid animal if he so much as tried to open my mouth again.
Just his lips hovering above mine had my body on a low simmer as I waited for him to continue. I hated that he could garner that feeling from me. I wanted to hate him with every fiber of my being. I wanted to be repulsed by him, but I was more turned on by him than ever, now that I knew what it could be like between us. I couldn’t understand the feeling, but up until the moment of him literally spreading his seed across my face, there was something between us, even while the chain was cutting off my air supply, and I continued pumping him harder and faster.
Dominic walked to my side of the bed, shackled my other hand to the wall and continued on to the bathroom without so much as a word. It wasn’t like I expected a “Hey, that was great!” or “Thanks!” but something other than silence would have been nice. Moments later, he emerged with a cloth that had steam rising from its fibers.
“Here.” With gentle brushes he started at my temples and worked his way down, until my whole face was clean, paying special attention to the bottom half of my face. Every stroke of the warm cloth against my face was comforting, and I found myself leaning into his hands as he continued to brush.
“There. Unless, you need a wet towel anywhere else?” I hated that he ruined the pleasant moment that I was having. He had a habit of doing that. Just as I was getting used to him, he turned into a monster and said or did something that reminded me that I hated him.
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Hailey? You sound upset. Did I leave you wanting? Wait, has a man ever given you an orgasm?”
I didn’t answer, just rolled away from him, curling up into a ball. Why did he have to bring up the one thing I was most insecure about? It wasn’t that I didn’t know what an orgasm felt like, but he was right. I had never had a man bring me to the pinnacle. Did I want my first time to be with Dominic? I couldn’t deny the sparks I felt. Would it be so bad? It didn’t matter how I felt because he didn’t give me a choice.
“Oh, no you don’t.” He said, rolling me back over before pouncing on me.
“You haven’t, have you?” His face was lit up like a child about to get a new toy.
“Answer me!” His growl made me jump, and I closed my eyes, shaking my head. He didn’t move, just hovered above me. When I opened my eyes, he was staring at me as if he was waiting for me to see the ravenous look on his face, right before he jerked my pants down and dived between my legs.
“No, please. Dominic. No!” I tilted my hips hoping I could throw him off me, but he was determined. He smacked my hip hard and pulled up the bottom hem of my shirt, exposing my belly button. Kissing my stomach, he slid his hands to the inside band of my pants shimmying my pajamas the rest of the way down my legs as he started licking my belly button. The heat of his tongue almost made me forget my partial nudity. I tried with everything I had to calm the simmering ache that began in my core and spread until every muscle in me was tense.
“This is going to feel so good, Hailey.”
He moved down my body until his mouth was poised just at the top of my mound. That evil smile made its appearance before his tongue speared my folds apart, forcing my hips to rise from the bed with the pleasure that shot down my legs. It was a feeling that was unlike any other, like eating an ice cream and getting brain freeze, except it was like the few moments before you know you have brain freeze—where you’re confused. That was how I felt. I was in a daze, hovering on the edge, while his tongue slithered and bashed, lapped and speared me into a frenzy.