“I knew you’d be beautiful.” Seeing her like this, vulnerable, breathless, and looking at me through the reflection with wide, dark eyes, makes me only want her more.
“Dom.” Her head tips back, landing on my shoulder, and eyes close. I dip inside. I should have thought better of this, as in shed my jacket, lose my shirt, undershirt, belt, and all the rest of the shit.
“Hands on the mirror, sweetheart. You’re going to need it for what I’m about to do to you.” She doesn’t listen at first, too involved in feeling where my fingers are. I pull away, taking her hands in mine before pressing them against the cool glass. I stepcloser, still fully dressed from our dinner tonight. The contrast between us only makes it hotter.
“Dom, please, I ache.” I keep one hand on top of hers. The other goes slides to the edge of her panties, feeling her heat roll off her in waves.
“Look at yourself,” I groan, my chest vibrating against her back as the tips of my fingers graze the lips of her cunt, coming away with wetness. I nudge her heels with my feet, needing more room to work and widening her stance. “So beautiful, and you were going to try and deny us this.” My lips press against the pulse point at her neck. She tilts up, giving me more room to work with. My eyes meet hers in the reflection—dark, heavy-lidded, and burning so hot for me.
“Don’t close your eyes,” I command gruffly. “I want you to see what I’m doing to you. I want you to see how I’m going to take care of you.” I slide my hand up the length of her arm, my calloused palm tracing each inch until I’m near her shoulder before slipping down to cup her breast. “Can’t wait to have this in my mouth.” I roll the pebbled tip between my fingers, pulling on her nipple, watching as her eye close and her lips purse on a hushed sigh. I don’t tell her she’s breaking the rules. Instead, I keep working one nipple and then the other, moving back and forth between the two as her breathing turns ragged.
“Dom.” My name is a gasping plea.
“I’ve got you, Cory,” I whisper. My fingers dip lower. The tips rasps over her clit, feeling the tight bud come to life. Christ, how I wish it were my tongue doing the work, her fingers digging into the back of my head as her heels press into my back while she begs for more. Her eyes open for the barest of moments, and that’s when I sink two fingers into her hot cunt. The best part is that she watches. My thumb goes to work in slow, tight circles, fingers thrusting in and out, figuring out what makes her tick.
“Ah!” She arches her back, ass hitting my cock and moving up and down.
“Need you to watch, Cory,” I remind her, slowing my strokes down but making a deliberate upward motion that makes her hips twitch, seeking more pressure. She forces her eyelids open, looking at her form. She’s flush from her cheeks to her chest, and it makes my jaw clench because I’m fighting my own restraint. “The next time I have you like this, it’ll be with me naked, my cock buried inside this sweet cunt and you pressed against the mirror. The imprint of your body won’t ever be wiped away, either. Every time we walk into this closet, we’ll see the outline, and it’ll make you pussy wet and my cock hard.”
“Dom.” Her head drops forward. Fine with me. I know exactly the view she’s getting, which is why I slide another finger inside her, stretching her to prepare her to take my cock.
“You’re so wet for me.” Her hand leaves the mirror to grip the back of my head, using me for purchase. My fingers glide in and out, mimicking a slow, rhythmic roll that’s as deep as I can get. At the same time, I maintain a wicked and relentless motion on her clit. “Tell me you’re mine, Cory.”
“Dom, please, I’m... I’m so close.” She cries out, her voice breaking. Every slide of my fingers, every slick sound of our joined bodies, and it’s only getting better.
“Tell me,” I reiterate, keeping her on the edge.
“I’m yours.” Her eyes open for a moment before slamming shut again.
“Fuck yes, you are.” My eyes lock on every part of her, and I don’t slow down. I push harder, thumb circling faster, driving her right to the edge. “Christ, Cory. Come for me, baby.” Her head lifts up, eyes locking on mine, and a violent shudder ripples through her body.
“Dom!” A loud uninhibited cry is torn from her chest. I don’t stop. I ride the wave right along with her, my fingersnever stopping between her legs or working her tight nipples. I milk every last drop of pleasure from her trembling body before wrapping my arm around her waist, pulling her damp back flush against my chest while she catches her breath.
CHAPTER TWELVE
corinne
I’m still reeling from the orgasm Dom just dominated my body with. Never in my life have I ever experienced anything that hot. In front of the mirror, watching him watch me, it’s a moment I’ll never forget, and his promise about taking me against it, I want it. God, I want it all, with him. I’m well aware that I gave in probably entirely too fast when it comes to Dominic Mercer, but you try and live with him for twenty-four hours, then come talk to me.
Dom’s grip loosens even though I’m still trembling. The aftershock of my epic orgasm vibrates through my nerve endings, but the sight of him in the mirror, fully clothed, breathing hard, his gaze dark and predatory, sparks a new, feral hunger deep within my chest.
I don’t want to be the only one undone.
Before he can utter a single word, I drop to my knees on the marble floor. The shift is instantaneous. The air in the room amplifies when I look up at him from below. His jaw tightens, the muscle ticking under his skin, and his chest rises and falls with each rugged breath. I don’t hesitate. My hands still slick from sweat fly to the waistband of his dress pants. I’m frantic, driven by the sudden desperation to give him a piece of thepleasure he gave me. I claw at this expensive leather belt, my nails scraping against the metal buckle in my rush. The clinking carries throughout the room. Dom lets out a low warning hiss through his teeth. He doesn’t stop me, though, more like his body freezes above me. Dom Mercer is holding himself back. For me.
I yank the leather strap through the belt loops, tossing it aside before my fingers find the button of his pants. It pops open with a satisfying snap. All that’s left is the zipper, and with the luck I’m having today, I swear if his gets stuck, I may very well cry. The harsh slide of the metal teeth sounds like a countdown when I pull it down. The backs of my hand brush against the straining fabric of his dark boxer briefs, feeling the heat from his heavy length.
Dom’s hands descend, no longer at his sides but fisting my hair that’s come undone from the updo I put it in earlier tonight. He doesn’t pull, his grip is firm and forcing me to tilt my face to meet his gaze. His eyes are nearly black, irises swallowed by his pupils.
“Are you sure?” His whispered voice is laden with rawness. He’s on his last thread of holding himself back. “Look at me. If you do this, I’m not stopping.” I don’t say a word. They seem useless, a clumsy tool compared to going after what I want. I let my actions speak louder, sliding my hand inside the opening of his boxers. My palm cups his cock, fingers wrapping around his thick, pulsing length, and the guttural groan coming from the back of his throat spurs me on. I free his cock from his boxers and come face to face with what can only be described as magnificent.
Full, heavy, and long.
A single bead of precum glistens at the tip, and, keeping my eyes locked on his, I lean forward. My breath fans across his sensitive skin. He works on taking his jacket off before doing thesame with his button-down and undershirt. When he’s nearly naked, I see his muscles spasm.
I go at him without a hint of hesitation, parting my lips and taking the head of his cock into my mouth. Dom’s growls, his fingers tightening in my hair. His hips twitch forward, and it’s clear as day that I’m not the one in charge. I close my lips around him tightly, swirling my tongue around the crown, tasting the salt and scent of his desire. I begin to slide my mouth lower, engulfing as much of his length as I can manage.
“More,” Dom strains. I go deeper, my throat squeezing around him in a tight velvet vice. Every slide of my lips, every deliberate suction of my mouth, and every time I roll his balls in the palm of my hands pulls out another seductive noise from his chest. “God, so perfect. So tight.” He tosses his head back, eyes closing for the barest of seconds as his chest heaves. His hands in my hair become a guide as he rocks his hips back and forth, going deeper, pushing me past my limits, and I have to steady my breathing and open my throat wider. Our side profile in the mirror shows my bare body, on my knees, completely surrendering to the billionaire alpha, who’s tall, dark, and imposing above me.
