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His hands push down my jeans, taking my panties along the way. “I missed you.” His lips begin at my neck, sucking and lightly biting, but with Dom, I need the pleasure and pain mixed together. It’s something within him, and only him, that brings it out in me. His hand spreads my pussy open, and two fingers enter me, and boy does this man know what he’s doing.
He drops to his knees, pulling one leg over his shoulder. “This pussy is getting a lot more attention tonight, just a warning.”
I’m unable to form coherent sentences when my inner thoughts scream that better be a promise.
His tongue makes contact with my clit, and fuck, I’m transported to another world, one where sex is really this good. It’s been lackluster at best—before Dom.
When his fingers enter me deeper, I let out a long, strangled, almost scream. “Yeah, I’m just getting started, Rosso, and do what you're told and come on my face.”
Between his tongue and his fingers, I’m a goner. I let go, my release is apparently just the beginning for the night.
“Why is he staring at me?”Dom asks. Otis is perched on the couch. He trotted out of the bedroom when I calledfor him after my early evening orgasm, and sure enough, his eyes stay focused on Dom. Every couple of minutes he lets out the equivalent of teenage attitude, in the form of his distinct grumble.
“You didn’t give him all the attention when you first came in. The diva is predisposed to having all of it focused on him. Plus, he knows you just deflowered his mama.”
He pushes to his feet, and I watch him while I drop my pasta in the water.
“And I should warn the dog,” Dom whispers, leaning into my neck, “there’s more of that to come.” He tosses a look over at Otis. “You’re one spoiled boy, you know that, right?”
Otis grumbles at him again and jumps off the couch, trotting back to my room.
“And I was so hopeful you were making progress. You’re getting on his bad side, you know this, right? He’s not one to be trifled with,” I tease, pulling my chicken Marsala from the oven.
“I’m so scared,” he mocks, moving to the peninsula island and grabbing the red wine I’ve poured for him.
“You say that, but wait until he farts in your face.”
He sips his wine, watching every move I make.
“What are you looking at?” I ask, my voice a sensual flirt.
“I’m just thinking about how you’ll taste tonight. And how my tongue will devour every part of you.”
His words come out so casual, like he just asked me if I wanted to play Monopoly, and not anything about being a human meal for his liking.
I stop to watch him. His pointed stare tells me he would devour me at any moment, with the way his eyes flame with need and desire.
“What? You’re not used to someone as blunt as I am?”
I align myself in front of him and splay my hands flat on the countertop, my attention never leaving his.
“It’s safe to say I’ve never met anyone like you. You take what you want. You’re blunt, domineering as fuck. But, when I’m with you, I’m the only person in your world.”
Apparently, I’m going to verbally vomit every feeling and emotion he invokes in me.
He raises to his feet and rounds the island, taking me in his arms. “You’re the only woman in my world, Rosso, and I’d like to keep it that way.”
Do I want this, him and I? Exclusive. I do. There’s no question I want him and only him. “What are you saying, Dom?”
“No one shares dinners with you, or takes you out on a date, but most of all, no one fucks you but me.” He’s hinted around but this is very specific, as though I didn’t understand him in the elevator on Saturday. I’ve been cautious because of his yo-yo tendencies. But now, I think I can commit.
“Deep commitment is everything I never thought I could have,” I admit.
“Every other man has been an idiot, because you’re fucking silver and gold. I let you go after our first night together, giving another guy six months to make a move, but somehow the deity above has allowed me to correct my fucking stupidity. You’re so confident and as bossy as I am. But I want you, Sandra. I don’t want to be the stupid idiot that lets you go, like those in the past.”
I don’t speak, because my heart can’t handle another tear in it.
“The thought of another man touching you makes me want to break something. We don’t have to name it. Let’s just be, but no one else. I’d break a man who touched you—never doubt that.”
