“Let’s hear it,” he says reassuringly.
“I’m going to Austin to have dinner with my brother,” I state, purposely keeping my tone light and nonchalant.
Dominic doesn’t respond right away. He’s taking in my statement and weighing all the possible scenarios, risks, and outcomes. He’s probably also considering the way I stated it as a given rather than phrasing it as a question that would give him the option to say I can’t go.
When his eyes find mine, I second-guess my approach. There’s a mixture of hurt and anger swirling in his blue depths. The last thing I want is to cause him more pain.
“I would love it if you came with me,” I offer an olive branch.
Dominic inhales deeply and holds it for a few seconds longer than normal. Searching his eyes, I find the same mixture of emotions combined with a hint of suspicion. Regaining his trust will be a long, hard road and I have no misconceptions about it. I understand that I’ll have to prove myself many times over. It still hurts to see that suspicion in his eyes, though.
“No, you go ahead. You already had this trip planned and I know seeing your brother is important to you.” His voice is devoid of all emotion. Only his eyes give any indication that he’s nowhere near pleased with this.
“Dom,” my tone is submissive, and my heart is breaking, “please don’t be upset with me. This is the first time in years that he’s asked to talk to me. I’ve missed him so much. Even though he’s been in trouble, I still love him. Please try to understand. What if it were one of your sisters? Wouldn’t you do the same?”
He seems to soften at the thought of one of his sisters needing him. I haven’t met them yet, but after meeting his parents and seeing how close his family has been, I know there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for them. He nods slowly, understanding dawning in his eyes, and he relaxes his rigid body posture.
“I would definitely do the same for them, Sophia,” he says as he cups my face with his hand. “What you don’t seem to understand, though, is that your life is in danger now. You just told your family that you’re no longer helping to keep your brother out of trouble, possibly even going to prison. Then, out of the blue, he calls to invite you to dinner, and you’re just going to run to him?
“What if that’s just a trap? If you go, especially alone, it could all be a setup just to kidnap you, hold you for ransom until they get what they want from me, then they will probably still kill me, you, and our baby.”
“It’s definitely a trap,” Shadow chimes in from the front.
Hanging my head in shame, I feel like an idiot. “Dom, I was so excited to hear from him, I never even considered that. I mean, I know Harrison was holding this over his head, but I just assumed that made Harrison our mutual enemy, making us allies, and giving my brother back to me. I would never, never, put our baby in harms way. I feel so stupid.”
“Don’t,” Shadow replies before Dom can say anything. “They were counting on your love and concern for your brother. That’s been their M.O. from the beginning. You’re going to that dinner, but you won’t be going alone. We’ll be there and we’ll have you covered. Let’s get to the bottom of this.”
“The fuck you say!” Dominic roars. “She’s not your fucking decoy, Shadow, so you can forget that shit.”
“Where are you planning to meet him, Sophia?” Shadow asks calmly, as if Dom didn’t just bite his head off.
“Quattro Amore, the new Italian restaurant in west Austin.”
“Nice part of town, more upscale, nicer homes,” Shadow replies. “If they try anything, the people would be more likely to intercede if they see it. If they’re up to something, it’ll be the quietest, most concealed option.”
Shadow seems to be working through the logistics in his mind and not really speaking to anyone in particular. The fury is rolling off of Dominic in waves and rippling through the car. “Shadow,” Dom growls through his clenched teeth, “we will talk about this in private.”
“Dominic, I’m not questioning your need to protect her and your baby. There will be zero risk to her safety. ZERO. This is our opportunity to either gather more information from Shawn directly or we will figure out what their end game is. Either way, it’s worth it to be able to put an end to this once and for all,” Shadow reasons.
“You’ll be there with me, right?” I ask Dom and squeeze his hand.
“Try to keep me away,” he challenges before leaning over to kiss me. This man owns me–heart, body, and mind, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. His kiss sets me on fire from the inside out. He deepens the kiss as his tongue slips into my mouth. His hand gently caresses my hair before he twists it in his fist and pulls my head back, giving him the full access he wants.
Take it. Take all you want. It’s yours.
He pulls his mouth away, but he still holds me by my hair. Leaning his mouth close to my ear, he pulls my hand into his lap to feel his erection straining against the front of his dress pants. Sighing, with deep need coursing through my body, his sexy voice pulls me into him even more as he whispers, “If we don’t stop, I can’t be responsible for my actions in front of Shadow.”
Tilting my head up, so that my lips are touching his ear, I return the favor. “Then hurry up and get me home so we can be alone.”
“Shadow, can you not drive any faster?” Dominic growls. Shadow chuckles to himself, but I feel the surge of the increased acceleration as we rush home.
Once inside the house, Dominic leads me directly to his bedroom and locks the door. “Give me a minute to freshen up?” I ask.
“Of course, baby. But don’t take too long,” he replies as he strokes my cheek with the back of his hand.
Borrowing his toothbrush, I brush my teeth, wash my face, and finish my freshening-up routine as quickly as possible. The anticipation of the plans he has for me makes it almost impossible for me to wait another second. When I open the bathroom door, I find my Dom standing on the other side, his eyes ravenous with need, his bare body proudly displays his readiness, and his hand is held out, palm up, to lead me to heaven on earth.
“Did ‘freshening-up’ not include removing your clothes?” Dom cocks a single eyebrow up at me as he leads me into the enormous bedroom.
“How about I strip for you now?” I offer and the slow, sensual smile that crawls across his gorgeous face is the only answer I need.
Gently pushing his shoulders, I guide him to sit on the edge of the bed. Taking a couple of steps backward, my fingers slide down to the hem of my shirt. Crossing my arms at my wrists, I slowly peel the shirt up and over my head, revealing my white, lacy bra. Running my hands down my chest, over my breasts, and straight down my abdomen, I throw my head back in complete ecstasy.
My fingers deftly unzip my skirt and languidly push it down over my hips, swaying them back and forth as my skirt lowers, until it pools at my feet. Standing before him in my matching white, lacy thong, I step out of my skirt and present my body to my Dom for his pleasure.
“Would you like to remove the rest or shall I, Dom?” I submit, giving him the final decision.
He leans back with his elbows on the bed, his sensual smile playing on his lips, and replies, “You’ve been doing such a wonderful job at it, by all means, please finish.”
Thrusting my chest out, I reach behind me to unhook my bra, and hear him groan under his breath. He keeps his need well under control, but knowing that I can elicit this reaction from him empowers me even more. I let the straps fall off my shoulders and slowly uncover my breasts. As it drops off my fingertips to the floor, I turn sideways and reach for my thong to roll it down my legs, bending over as I go.
His arms are suddenly around my waist, lifting me, and placing me on the bed beneath him. “It’s been two, long fucking months, Sophia. As much as it pains me to say this, I don’t want to wait to have you this time. Any other time, your pleasure comes before mine, but, since you broke way too many rules, you will be punished now.”
“Punish me, Dom,” I moan.
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He pushes my hands up above my head and secures my wrists in the restraints. Crawling down my body, the friction of his skin on mine pushing me to madness, he secures my ankles in the other set of restraints. I’m now lying on my back, my arms and legs spread far apart, and I’m unable to move of my own accord. I’m completely at his mercy, to do with as he will, and surrendering everything I am to him.
My Dom.
He moves to the side of the bed, his hungry eyes rake over my body and gives me chills before he even speaks.
“Did the doctor give you any restrictions? Any precautions?” he asks, his voice kept low as he asks.
“No, everything looks good from the ultrasound.”
He nods slowly, taking in my response, and considering his next move. “Good.”
He moves methodically, with purpose and intent, and my eyes are fixed on him. My Dom is so handsome and sexy. His stride is confident, his shoulders are broad and proud, and that V on his stomach needs to be licked repeatedly. When my eyes stray back to meet his, the smirk on his face says I have been busted drooling over him.
“Why do I have the feeling that you’re enjoying the punishment part a little too much?” His question is rhetorical, I’m sure.
Opening the drawer of the nightstand, he removes the leather flogger with multiple strands, the riding crop, and the leather paddle, and then he places them within reach. His eyes become serious and the tone of his voice matches. Placing his hands on the bed, he leans over so that his face is close to mine.
“Sophia, you’re going to receive a punishment fuck now. You are not allowed to come and you will not defy me. This is not for your pleasure – it is so you will never forget who owns your body, who owns you, and the only man you fully trust.
“I will fuck you here,” he thrusts two fingers into my already wet center and I can’t contain my cry at his welcome intrusion. With quick flicks of his wrist, his fingers move in and out of me and my body responds immediately. “Already so wet,” he murmurs against the skin of my breast before he bites my nipple and I involuntarily arch my back, and thrusting my breast even more toward him. “You’d better not come,” the tone of his voice conveys a clear warning.
He suddenly withdraws his hand and my body revolts at the loss. I groan loudly in disapproval and his puts his fingers in my mouth. “I will fuck you here, too. Lick yourself off my fingers,” he commands and I obey.
A sudden desire to take me flashes in his eyes before it’s quickly replaced with the hardness. I’m not used to this Dom, the one who seems to enjoy handing out my punishment and isn’t the least bit patient. His method of punishment is so exciting, so raw, and so primal that I can’t help but be turned on even more by it. I think this is the point, though–to get me so worked up that I can’t help but come and then he can punish me in a different way.
As long as he keeps his fingers in my mouth, I continue to suck and lick them as instructed. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I run my tongue over and around each finger. Moving my head as much as I am able, I lift to take them deeper in my mouth and lower it to draw my lips out to the tips of his fingers. Dom leans across my body and bites the swell of my breast, marking me as his property. The mixture of pleasure and pain swells inside me and makes it hard to focus on my task.
Abruptly pulling his fingers from my mouth, he taps my temple and punctuates his every word forcefully, firmly committing them to my memory. “I will fuck you here. I’m wiping out anything any other man has ever said or done to you today. From now on, the only man’s words that matter are mine. The only man’s touch that you’ll remember is mine. I am the only Dom you’ve ever had or will ever have.”
Before I can answer, he flicks the leather flogger across my chest. It doesn’t have a sharp sting like a whip does, but after enduring several lashes it makes my skin ultra-sensitive. The quick rotation of his wrists delivers multiple lashes in a short amount of time and soon my breasts are bright red. Dropping the flogger, he reaches over and grabs a silver chain off the nightstand.
When he holds the two ends up in front of his chest, I realize exactly what he has and my audible gasp brings a sexy, sadistic smile to his face. He takes one clamp and places it on my already sensitive nipple, slowly lays the silver chain across my skin, and places the second clamp on my other nipple. The pinching sensation heightens my arousal and I roll my head back in delight.
A sudden tug on the chain brings me back to my senses and creates a new mixture of pleasure and pain. “You will keep your eyes on me, Sophia. Don’t make me say it again.”
“Yes, Dom,” comes my automatic, submissive reply.
He climbs on top of me and, even though I know this is going to be hard on me, I can’t help but feel the exhilaration of feeling him between my legs again. He’s poised with his face hovering over mine, every inch of our torsos meshed together, and his cock is waiting at my entrance. “You’re restrained for a reason,” he pierces me with his eyes. “Don’t squirm. Don’t resist. But, most of all, don’t come. You’re not allowed to come when you haven’t been a good girl.”
He thrusts into me to the hilt and his hands hold my face in place, daring me to look away from him as he takes what is his. His girth stretches me to the tipping point between sheer bliss and burning pain. His hips surge into me, over and over, driving harder and harder, until I feel the intensity building low in my belly. The tingling and tickling of an orgasm building tells me I’m about to defy his rule and I try to think of anything else that will delay it.
“I feel your pussy clenching around my dick, Sophia. You better be squeezing me of your own will and not because you’re about to come,” he says as he drives into me again and again.
After several more minutes, he moves his hand to my breast and removes one nipple clamp. The blood rushes back in, creating a new wave of pain before his fingers skim across my skin to my other breast to remove the second clamp. I cry out from the multiple assaults on my senses. Just as I’m about to have the most intense orgasm ever, he pulls out of me and sits back.
This action causes me to cry out in physical pain. The intense pull is still there, just under the surface, but not quite reached. My nipples are throbbing with the return of blood and my denied orgasm is fading, leaving me unfulfilled and needing more. Now I realize what else is in store for me since my punishment has only begun.
Chapter Eleven
Dom unhooks my restraints from the bed and tells me to turn over. “I want your ass up in the air and your upper body flat against the mattress,” he commands, his voice underlining his unyielding resolve. When I comply, he adjusts my wrists restraints so that my arms are straight out to each side. With my legs spread at his desired width, he reattaches the ankle restraints so that I’m immobile again. This position has always brought more intense orgasms with my Dom and in my mind I’m already dreading the consequences of defying him.
A loud thwack echoes through the room and is immediately followed by an intense stinging on my ass cheek. Opening my eyes, I immediately see that the paddle is missing from its place on the bed and know without a doubt where the stinging pain is from. Four swats later, my ass is on fire and must be fire engine red now. Just when I think I can’t stand the pain any longer, he stops and gently rubs it with his hand.
He plunges into me from behind without warning. I’m at the edge of the bed, so he’s standing up behind me. His fingers dig into my hips and he uses my body as leverage to push and pull me against him with each wave. The animalistic grunts and feel of determination in his every thrust drives my impending orgasm higher and higher. I feel the bed dip behind me and suddenly there is a change in his angle of penetration.
Fuck! It’s killing me as I try to withhold my own pleasure. His hand reaches around and finds my swollen clit. When he takes it between his fingers, I moan appreciatively until he pinches it–hard. I scream out, loving every second of it, and he growls from just behind my ear.
“Don’t you fucking come, Sophia.”
I’m so damn wet now, I don’t know how I can stand much more without just letting my orgasm go and accepting the consequences. The only thing is I’m afraid of what it would be. He has much more self-control than I do–he could continue this type of punishment for days, keeping me on the razor’s edge but never allowing me to tumble over into the ultimate bliss that only he can bring me.
I bite down on my lip until I taste blood. The boring contract language that I was working on in the office earlier comes to mind. The upcoming dinner with my brother, which is certainly a trick just to get me in Austin, flies through my mind. But with each passing second, the immense pleasure I feel from my Dom brings me back to him, to this bedroom, to this bed, and to him, pumping in and out of me with abandon.
Oh my god, here it comes…
“NOOOO!!!!” I scream. He’s pulled out at the last second again, leaving me hanging precariously on the precipice of the mother of all fucking orgasms. If I could just move my hands, it would literally only take me a second to send my body into convulsions myself. I can hear him shuffling around behind me, but I can’t see what he’s doing and I won’t even venture a guess.
He makes quick work of removing my ankle and wrist restraints, but he’s already considered my plan. “Don’t even think about touching yourself,” he huffs. “Lay on your side, facing me.”
Moving to the edge of the bed, I do as he says, but this time I notice the riding crop is missing. Shit. He moves until he standing directly in front of my face and I know instinctively know what’s coming next.
“Pull your top knee up until your foot is resting on your thigh,” he demands.
Doing so, I note that my legs make the shape of the number four, and this position also gives him full access to my already swollen and throbbing center. Grabbing the back of my head, he holds my hair firmly in his grasp and guides my mouth to his cock. I wrap my lips around him and vigorously work him from base to tip. Wanting to please him because I love him, because he deserves it, and because I desperately want him to please me, I lick, suck, twirl my tongue, use my hand, and try to think of any new move I can try on him.
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