Page 114 of Road to Redemption

Before I had a chance to ask what she meant, Dom had lifted me up onto the hood of the car, digging her fingers deep into my thighs.

“Dom, wh—” but the words died on my tongue as she ripped my shirt over my head, tearing the fabric with her speed. “Dom⁠—”

She bit into my neck with bruising force, crushing tendon and artery alike with searing pressure. “Fuck!”

But she didn’t stop, scratching my back as she ripped open the clasp of my bra. As the fabric fell limp around my shoulders, she tossed it aside, lowering her mouth to my chest. She was ravenous, licking and biting at the sensitive skin without a care for the pain she sent searing through my body.

She was a ravenous predator, and I was the prey caught between her teeth: one wrong move away from being torn to shreds.

And as she feasted on my body, I felt myself fall away. My personhood was quickly replaced by a deep, carnal need to please.

I opened to her, daring her to destroy me. But there was no invitation needed. While her mouth grazed my ribcage, her fingernails clawed into the elastic of my waistband, shredding it as she dragged the fabric down my legs.

“Fuck, fuck,” I gasped, only to be met with a dark chuckle.

“Oh you will, Viper. On your knees.”

She pushed me back against the hood of the car, forcing me to awkwardly maneuver my knees beneath me. The tilt of the car made my stomach drop; the only way to keep myself from face planting was to press my hands to the car in front of me.

“Closer,” she yanked me by the neck, nearly toppling me over the front of the car.

But when she gripped my chin and forced my eyes to meet hers, all survival instincts were gone. I would kneel for her forgiveness any day if it felt like this.

The wickedness flickering in her eyes told me that I wasn’t done paying yet. I waited for the familiar sound of her belt buckle, but instead, she hovered in front of me, running her fingers down my arms to raise goosebumps to my skin. “Hand.”

I held it out to her helplessly, submitting fully to whatever torture she had planned for me.

And to my surprise, she didn’t hurt me. She didn’t press the hand to my body or to hers. Instead, she guided it away from my torso, wrapping my fingers around something cold and metal on the hood of the car.

“Eyes here,” she pinched my chin, keeping my gaze away from the metal in my hand.

I searched her eyes for any clue of what was happening, but she wasn’t done playing with me.

“Stroke it,” she murmured, turning my chin to expose my neck to her. While her tongue painted hot strokes up the sensitive bits of my neck, I slid my hand up and down the metal figure obediently. The contrast between the sensations sent a shiver down my spine, and the uncertainty made my chest clench.

“How does it feel?” She purred.

“C…cool,” I tightened my fingers, unsure what this had to do with anything we were doing. “Rigid… sharp.”

Phallic. Did she have a chrome dildo cast?

She nipped at my ear, “How do you think it’ll feel inside of you?”

“What?” I snapped my eyes down to the shiny, horse-shaped hood ornament between my fingers. And before I could utter a word of protest, Dom had me by the hips, lifting and shifting me until I had no choice but to kneel over the silver stallion.

“DOM,” my eyes widened in terror as my gut clenched. “You’re going to fucking impale me.”

“I’m not going to do anything,” Dom sucked her teeth. “You are going to ride it. You’re going to paint the hood of my car with your pleasure, and you are going to thank me for being so generous with my forgiveness.”

“You’re not serious?”

“No, I learned my lesson, Kiera. Don’t you remember? I wouldn’t lie to you.”

I froze in wide-eyed shock as the cold metal teased at my entrance. Fear had frozen me entirely — Dom didn’t need to use her hands to hold me in place. Instead, she stroked my cheek with the back of her left hand while the right slid between my legs.

“See? I’ll even help make it easy for you,” she purred, pressing the pads of her fingers against my clit with rolling waves of pressure.

As she slid between my folds, I could hear just how wet I was. The fear only intensified my excitement. I rocked against her fingers, steering clear of the hood ornament until she started to pull her hand back. “Unless you’re not as willing to work for it as you said you were…”