“Does everything I do turn you on?” I ask, he closes his eyes and nods. “I love you too, my chaos,” I bring my hands to his neck and kiss him. When I’m with him nothing seems scary, forced or embarrassing. Everything feels just right. There’s no space for doubt or shame. Dominik takes those feelings away, no! He doesn’t just do that, he chases those feelings and destroys them. He destroys them and leaves, happiness, love, assurance and lust in its place.
Dominik lifts me to the bathroom counter, I lock my legs around his waist, moaning against his lips when he moves his hips in circles against my crotch. “Dom, don’t-”
“Shh,” Dominik tries to shush me and he succeeds I let him. At this point I have no choice, he has a hold on me, always did, always will.
As I feel my body heat up, Dominik’s warmth against me, I’m trying to grab any and every hold of him I can. When I finally get hold of his hair, he lets me.
“Undress,” Dominik commands biting the curve of my neck. I for once give in control. It’s something I really like about Dominik. I can give him total control and he won’t make me feel bad. He makes me feel good. Mental and physically. I think he doesn’t even try, we just click.
I take off my bra first, Dominik basically eating me with his eyes. I almost feel his touch, and it isn’t even near.
I slide my panties down my legs and away from us keeping my eyes locked on Dominik. He slowly takes off his shorts. Not breaking eye contact either, I break it once to look at him. I have said this before but I’ll keep repeating it. Dom is perfect. If perfection were a person, it would be Dominik.
His muscles tense as he looks my way, his hardness swelling has he moves towards me.
“Poor waste of a perfectly fuckable mouth,” he whispers in my ear before dragging me back near the sink and making me sit there. His lips are always on me. My mouth, my neck, my breasts and back up, in my temples, lingering in my lips. I never thought I’d be turned on by the words he just said. But Dominik has that magic on me. Anything and everything he says can be a turn-on, depending on the timing.
“Stop talking, start fuck-ing,” I say a small break when he first enters me.
“Like this?” he asks going slow and tender. My body grows wild at his touch. “Or more like this?” he asks tuning up the rhythm and strength. He groans, when I moan. “We have a winner,” he says before lifting me and carrying me to the bed. Bending me over. “Who said the perfect caring Love likes it rough and painful,” Dominiksays before thrusting back inside me.
“Who said you’d settle for me,” that offers me a hard aching slap on my ass. My skin is burning there. And when I look back Dominik seems furious.
“Take that fucking expression off your mouth. I didn’t settle for you. I chose you. I’m irrevocably bound to you. I will, love and own every piece of you. And I’m going to fuck”
Thrust.
“Every doubt you possibly have”
Thrust.
“About how much I care for you”
Thrust.
“Out of your system,” Dominik ends and I’m squirming for a release that comes when he brushes his hands against my hips, grasping and pulling me closer and closer. Going further in, and hitting spots I didn’t know I had. “You’re not supposed to be enjoying it, this much. Or do you like being called off? Is that a new kink?” Dominik asks between breaths.
I can feel him getting closer and closer, and when I think he’s going to fill me, he pushes through and endures, thrusting like a madman and grasping my hair back in a position I’m obliged to look at him. And what a damned vision. The devil to my angel. My perdition and obsession.
“I’m going to break you,” Dominik says and starts to slow down.
“Don’t stop,” at this point I have to deem myself insane.Every breath, every kiss, every touch, is just like I’ve reached my own perfectly twisted heaven. If my father ever hears us, we’re dead. Well Dominik is. I’m just going to be a nun from then on.
“Do not say that to me,” he whispers against my ear before biting leaving a hickey on my neck, another one. He likes me all painted in his favourite style,him. His marks, they’re not just for the others, they’re a constant reminder of him, a reminder to me I’m his. As if that was needed.
Dominik slows down his pace and I pick it up for him. In his eyes, vicious energy that wants to bite all of me. So I kiss him and bite his lip as hard as he usually bites me, as provocatively as I can be.
I don’t need to say a word, or do anything else, Dominik pulls me on top of him, “Dom,” we’ve never done this position. He’s always in control. Now the control is mine.
“Breathe, Vie,” he says genuinely concerned. Did I stop breathing? Am I that awful in fucking terms? “I’ll guide you,” Dominik whispers and I hear his phone ring, or mine, or maybe both. Yet I can’t even think about it or anyone else. Dominik’s hands grab my hips, and I start picking up the pace, bouncing up and down alongside his erection. When I slightly bend forward, Dominik grunts and for a second I think I hurt him, but no, it’s pleasure. “You’re a natural, Vie”
Vie. My name in his mouth sounds different, sounds right.
“Say that again,” I say, my breathing erratic, Dominik is holding onto my thigh so hard I know it will leave amark, but I don’t care. The tingling of his touch, the way it lingers, makes it worth it, makes it feel good. Good, what an understatement.
“Ma Vie,” Dominik moans out and this time we come together, his sex drive is insane, but our energies match, we always end together. Dominik gently gets me to his side. “Never put yourself in danger for me or anyone else again,” he asks and I shake my head.
“Never put yourself in danger again and I won’t have to,” I tell him and kiss the tip of his nose as he does countless times to me. “Are we going back to safe times? Peace times?”
