by Rina Kent
I fall. Or I think I do.
Black eats at the corners of my vision. Strong arms surround me as darkness sucks me in its clutches.
7
Hades
The thing about power? It doesn’t ask for permission.
I don’t ask for permission.
Dominic thinks himself powerful and mighty. He thinks that because he achieved all that he had set eyes on, he has the right to everything.
Since everyone falls at his feet, Dominic is deluded enough to think he owns the world. Young and arrogant and reckless.
I’ve been trying to find a weakness on him for a long time.
It looks like today I found it in the shape of a little French girl.
She’ll be the reason for his crash and burn.
Someone like Dominic will tear her apart in the process.
8
Camille
My eyes crack open to be assaulted with strong light.
I fling the pillow over my head. I always told Maman to stop waking me up early.
A burn in my ass causes me to wince.
I jerk up and groan when my sensitive skin moves against the sheets. I hold the covers to my chin as I study my surroundings. A hotel’s bedroom. It’s soft and white and… impersonal.
Memories drift in my mind like a cloud. The spanking. The sick pleasure. The shattering orgasm. The blacking out.
Wow. I had an orgasm so strong that I fainted.
Dominic must’ve brought me to the bedroom. I scrunch my nose. I wanted to feel it when he carried me in those strong arms.
I stare at the clock on the wall. I’ve been sleeping for half an hour. That wasn’t too long. Je pense. I still have an hour until my shift starts.
My lower lip rolls behind my teeth. Maybe Dominic got bored and left? I can’t blame him since I kind of passed out on him.
I slide to the edge of the bed. My ass throbs, and I groan. I stand and drape the sheet around my torso. My steps are careful as I peek from the ajar door.
Dominic’s cool, deep voice filters from the other room. I release a breath. He didn’t leave.
I spy him standing at the huge glass window, staring at London’s buildings, and speaking on the phone. His back is facing me. He’s still in that fitted shirt with the rolled sleeves. He has a hand in his pocket while his other forearm is leaning on the glass. A throb starts between my legs, and I rub them together.
“I said it’s done.” He grits out. I’ve been so distracted by him that I didn’t hear what he was talking about. The way he spoke the last words strikes me. It’s angry and harsh. And it’s not the type of authoritativeness that turns me into goo. He’s genuinely pissed off. I feel sorry for whoever has to endure his wrath.
I have no doubts that he actively destroys anyone who stands in his path.
“It will be on my terms, not yours.” Dominic hangs up and taps a few things in his phone before putting it in his ear again. “I’ll be back to the lab in an hour. Yes.” Silence. “Yes. Excellent.”
More silence.
I kind of forgot that he’s a doctor. I can volunteer to be his patient. Although Nancy gossipy side mentioned that he’s more in the research field rather than the practical field.
Pity. Patients are missing out on him.
On second thought, no. I don’t know why I don’t like the idea of him touching women all around.
“I need the first bracket’s results today. Keep recording any changes,” he says. “You’re the best, Sophie.”
I clutch the sheet tighter to my chest. I hate this feeling at the pit of my stomach as if I’m upset or something. He can have a Sophie or whoever he pleases.
He places his phone in his trousers’ pocket and turns around. His brown eyes soften, and so do my insides. I swear he has enchanted me.
He reaches me in a few strides. I can’t help admiring the agile, confident way he moves with.
I never thought effortless power exists, but here it is.
He strokes a rebel blond strand behind my ear before he runs his forefinger down my cheek. I shiver underneath his touch. Only I’m not cold. All I feel is heat.
“Are you all right?” he asks in a genuinely concerned tone that takes me off guard.
I clear my throat. “I’m fine.” Aside from my still-needy core and stinging ass.
“You fainted on me.”
“I... I don’t know how that happened.” I clamp my lips shut before I confess that it was my very first orgasm by another person.
“Come. Eat.” He motions at a tray of food I didn’t notice – probably because I was busy ogling him.
“I had lunch. I didn’t faint because I was hungry.”
He raises a thick, perfect eyebrow. “In that case, did I tell you to cover up?”
I shift my gaze, but before I can make the decision of whether or not I should remove the sheet, Dominic clutches the hem and rips it off me.
I yelp then gasp when he yanks me towards him. My palms rest on his broad shoulders for balance. My aching nipples brush against his shirt.
“You’re awfully dressed up,” I mumble and stare up at his eyes. Someone can get lost in those dark browns and never find a way out.
Dominic smirks as he traces his forefinger from my cheek down to my neck and collarbone and my right breast. “That mouth of yours needs to shut up. I do the talking.”
The arrogance of this damn man. Why do I like it this much?
“What if I don’t want to?”
With his hand near my breast, the other cups my stinging ass cheek. I stutter in a breath. “Once I’m done, you will be too sore. You will remember my hand on your skin for days. Don’t push me to the point I won’t be able to hold back.”
I must be sick in the head because I want to witness the version where he doesn’t hold back.
His finger stops inches away from my beading nipple. The damn tease. He traces it once twice, three times. I already feel that ache between my legs.
He latches on the sensitive peak and pinches. Hard. I cry out as a zap of pleasure shoots straight to my core.
“I’m tempted to fuck you until you black out again.”
I pant for breath as he continues his assault. “Promises, promises…”
I don’t get a warning.
Dominic places a hand around my back and the other behind my knees. He throws me over his shoulder and his hand surrounds my thighs. I yelp as blood rushes to my head that’s dangles down his back. My fingers hold on to his shirt as he strides to the bedroom.
“What are you doing?”
He slaps my sore ass cheek, and I cry out. “That’s a warning. Don’t push me.”
I clamp my lips shut, both to stifle a moan, and to concentrate on clenching my thighs together.
He throws me on the bed and pleasure pools between my legs. Excitement and thrill are so loud in my body that I’m sure I can come with a single touch.
Dominic unbuckles his belt as his darker-than-the-night eyes slash through me. I can’t help parting my legs.
“You want my cock, baby girl?”
I must’ve thrown my shame out the window because I nod.
“You want me to fuck you until you no longer move?”
I bite the corner of my lower lip and nod.
A dark gleam covers his features as he shakes his head and reaches for his belt. “Not so fast. On your knees.”
I should’ve said no.
I should’ve run.
I didn’t.
There’s a sickening pleasure in how he orders me and takes control of my whole being. There’s something so freeing about being under his complete mercy. I didn’t know I had this part, but apparently, I do. Maybe this is what I always wanted Pierre to do. I wanted him to take charge, but he never did. He let me boss him around any way I wanted.
Dominic doesn’t let me breathe without his permission and it’s so freaking hot.
I scramble from the bed and onto my knees on the ground. How can the prospect of
giving a blowjob excite me this much?
As soon as the belt is loose, Dominic reaches over and binds both my hands behind my back. My heart beats so loud, I’m surprised he doesn’t hear it. Just like when he spanked me the first time, fear of the unknown courses through me.
Seeming satisfied, he leans back. The binds are tight enough to keep my hands from moving but they’re not bruising.
Dominic watches me intently while rubbing his bottom lip. It’s as if he’s an artist and I’m his artwork. He appears like a proud artist.
And I’m one hell of a stimulated artwork.
“Why do I need to be tied up for a blowjob?” I ask.
He laughs, the sound is dark and amused. “This won’t be a blowjob, baby girl. I will fuck your pretty face.”
9
Camille
When a stranger you barely met says he will fuck your face, normal people are supposed to run, right?
Apparently, I’m not normal.
I’m frozen in place. A flutter dances at the bottom of my belly and my gaze can’t rip away from how he removes his trousers. He’s yanking it down along with the black boxer briefs, but the gesture never looked so sophisticated.
My lips part at the sheer size of him. I don’t think my mouth can accommodate that, and yet… oh, how much I want to.
Unknowingly, my lips fall open more. A tingle curls my toes and my tied hands. I want to touch him.
His hand strokes his hard, thick cock from the base to the top. My lips part and I can’t help licking them. I never thought a man touching himself would look so effing hot.
“You want this, baby girl?” There’s a hint of playfulness as his deep dark eyes flame a path to my soul.
I’m on my knees, my hands are bound behind my back and I’m staring at the most beautiful view I’ve ever seen. What’s there not to want? “Oui...”
A smirk plays at his lips as his cock touches my lips.
I expected him to slam inside, but Dominic takes it slow. Too slow. His length slides inside my mouth. He releases a deep appreciative sound, and my thighs clench. There’s this inexplicable need to please him. Deep down, it brings me pleasure as well.
My tongue darts along his smooth skin. I wish my hands were free so I can make this better. But again, he bound me so he’ll be the only one in control.
Giving oral was fine with me because I got to control the pace with Pierre. That isn’t the case with Dominic. Not even close.
His eyes drip with sadistic pleasure knowing that he has me under his command. The intense way he stares at me makes me want to fly out of my skin.
I fairly adjust to his sheer size and power while keeping eye contact. This raw intimacy is seeping under my skin and straight to my bones.
Dominic threads his calloused fingers in my hair and thrusts deeper and firmer until he hits the back of my throat. Air is knocked out of my lungs. Panic seizes me by the gut.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t freaking breathe.
My gag reflex shoots and tears spring to my eyes.
He pulls out almost completely. I cough and splutter and saliva is streaming down the sides of my mouth.
“Breathe. That’s it.” His fingers stroke my hair. It’s controlled but soothing. “You have to trust me.”
Hah. I want to tell him I’d never trust a sociopath, but strangely, at this moment... I stare into those bewitching, unreadable eyes and I think I do trust him. At least for now.
I’m panting, tears are stinging my eyes, but I open my mouth again. He created a monster. I can’t get enough.
He thrusts until he nearly hits the back of my throat. But he doesn’t choke me. His fingers in my hair control my head and my whole being like a steering wheel. He does it again and again. He thrusts in and out of my mouth and sharp curses spill from him.
“So beautiful. So fucking breakable.” He grunts as more tears spill down my cheeks.
He loves hurting me, and I love that he does. How sick is that?
I can’t look away from him. His entire body is taut. His hair is slicked to perfection and his veiny forearms flex with every movement. His dark, freaking eyes keep beckoning me to sin.
Even though he’s using my mouth, I can feel my effect on him. It’s in the way his shoulders contract and the guttural way he grunts. My core pulses and aches with need.
“Fuck, Camille,” he growls while I feel him twitch inside my mouth. He comes deep in my throat. I swallow. Or try to, anyway. Cum spills on each side of my lips and down my collarbone. I never liked swallowing before, but I will be damned if I miss anything Dominic has to offer.
He pulls out, and I release him with a pop, already feeling the loss.
I don’t break eye contact, even though both tears and cum are streaming down my cheeks. I never thought someone would make me feel so used and so pleased at the same time.
Dominic stares down at me with a heated expression as if I’m some sort of wonder. He reaches down and pulls me to my feet. His arms surround me as he undoes my bindings. His fingers stroke my inner wrist before releasing them. I cease to breathe. This is probably the most caring, intimate thing he’s ever done to me.
I massage the soreness and try to gauge his expression.
His head is a mere inch away. I want to kiss him. I need to kiss him. It’s only fair after what we did.
But this is only supposed to be a one-time-only adventure. Kissing is for long-term relationships.
“Go, clean up,” he says in an even tone.
Disappointment coils at the bottom of my stomach. I start to turn towards the bathroom, but Dominic stops me with two fingers underneath my chin. “Don’t be long. I’m not close to being done with you, Cam.”
My breath hitches. Cam. He’s using another pet name. That should be a good sign.
I nod and head to the bathroom while fighting the constant pulsing in my ass and the unsatisfied throb in my core.
I gasp at the view in the mirror. My hair is dishevelled. Tears and cum streak my face. Thank the lord I don’t wear makeup or it would’ve been a tragic painting.
A smile stretches my lips. A spark shines in my eyes. I’m happy. I’m just happy I get to live this shattering experience with someone like Dominic.
Camille, the nerd, the small-town girl, is having a mind-blowing one night stand with a sociopath.
Way to live an adventure.
I splash water on my face and try to make my hair submit as much as possible. I find a bathrobe and hesitate. Dominic didn’t like me covering up with the sheet earlier, and it’s odd how I’m so comfortable about being naked around him.
And yet…
A mischievous smile tugs on my lips. I want to test his reaction. I slip into the bathrobe and fasten it around my middle before stepping back into the lounge area.
I freeze at the threshold. Dominic is sitting on the bed eating from the tray of food. And he’s naked. Completely. Both his trousers and shirt lie on the floor. My greedy eyes take in his lean, but well-defined chest.
Bah alors!
He has a tattoo! As if everything about him wasn’t tantalising, he had to have a freaking tattoo underneath that perfect suit.
Tendrils recoil up his side along with bold letters ‘No Regrets’.
From what I learnt about him so far, the tattoo speaks of him to a T.
“Are you hungry?” he asks without lifting his head. His nakedness doesn’t bother him a bit.
He’s shameless. The hot type of shameless.
I walk to the bed and sit beside him to continue ogling his masculine beauty up close. If he’s showing the goods, he can’t blame me for appreciating the sight.
I reach for some English scones. Now that he mentioned it, I’m actually hungry.
Maybe good sex causes people to starve. Not that we reached the actual sex part.
Dominic finally looks at me and scowls. “Why have you covered up again?”
I lift a shoulder, and the reminder of his ‘punishment’
on my ass burns. It’s becoming too much of a dopamine haze.
He tugs on the belt and pulls the robe open. Goosebumps erupt all over my skin as his hungry gaze trail over the peak of my cleavage.
“This beauty shouldn’t be covered.” He pauses as if he’s rethinking his statement. “It shouldn’t be covered in front of me.”
He’s being possessive. Why am I biting back a smile?
I can’t help thinking about all the other women he brought to this hotel, maybe to this same room, and made them feel such an intense experience.
“Do you do this a lot?” I nibble on my scone, trying to ignore his gaze on me.
“This?” He leans back on a hand. He finished eating and he’s watching me in that inquisitive gaze.
“You know, the whole one-time scheme.”
“It’s the only thing I do.”
I swallow the food in my mouth, but I don’t taste much.
Of course, I’m just another name. Why the hell would I think I’m any different?
“Why do you do it?”
He rubs his forefinger against his bottom lip. “Why do you want to know?”
“I just… do.”
“I don’t do relationships.”
“So you just do random women.” It’s like a prostitute minus the money part of the deal.
“Pretty much yes.”
I peek at him from underneath my lashes. “Do you even remember their names?”
“Why should I?”
A wave of disappointment takes over and my mood dampens. I didn’t expect anything out of this, but I never thought I would be such an insignificant stop.
I’ve given him what I haven’t given anyone before. Hell. He showed me I had parts I didn’t even know existed. I hate that they mean nothing to him. I hate that he showed this to a thousand before me and will show them to a million after me.
“After all,” he continues in a slightly biting tone. “You don’t remember the names of all the men you did something like this with.”