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He lets out a low laugh. “Greedy girl.”
My only answer is a long moan as he spears his tongue into me. He alternates between my pussy and my clit, setting up a punishing rhythm that pushes me higher, only to slow down again, savoring me like a delicate dessert.
I’m plastered against his wall, completely at his mercy and loving every minute. His talented tongue makes up for the macho bullshit he’s just pulled. And as I get closer to the edge, I realize how much I enjoy not being in charge. Perhaps that’s what I needed.
“Dominic,” I gasp as he sinks his teeth gently into my delicate nub. As the pain mixes with the burn pulsating through me, I nearly climax.
He grabs my ass and pushes me up, hoisting my other leg over his shoulder. He supports me with his brawny arms, his large hands digging into my behind.
My head falls back as the orgasm rams through me. I thrash against his mouth and shake all over, screaming his name. Dominic continues to suck and lick like he never plans to stop. I’m going to die in bliss here.
By the time I come down, I’ve clawed flakes of paint off the wall. He lowers my feet to the ground and stands up, looming over me, practically vibrating with his own need.
He cups my face and kisses me. I taste my arousal on his lips as I continue trembling with aftershocks.
“Seems like you enjoy my lead, Chils.” The asshole is proud as a peacock.
“You better stop talking, Cressard, because I’m leaving right now.”
He throws his head back and laughs. He fucking laughs. I push him away and somehow surprise him enough to get away.
But for some incomprehensible reason—it must be a hormone-induced bout of stupidity—I run farther into the room instead of to his door.
My attempt is laughable, and he catches me before I get too far. He lifts me up with one arm like a vise around my waist. I kick at the air but I’m like a doll in his grasp. It’s pointless and strangely arousing. The short chase and him manhandling me gets me vibrating with anticipation.
“You leave when I say you leave, Chils.” His threat sends thrilling goosebumps down my spine. I heave as I try to fight his hold. And the more I struggle, the more aroused I get. And he must know it as he bends me over the backrest of his sofa.
I’m still wearing my fur cape, and it covers my head as my body tilts forward. I stretch my arms forward and slip it over my head, panting with the effort, but finally get free of the garment that has turned into a furnace.
I step out of one shoe and Dominic locks me with his pelvis. I don’t know how the sofa is still standing in place because the man is strong as a bull.
“Keep your shoes on,” he orders.
Any thought of protest flees, replaced by a tantalizing need to please him. I tap my toes around to find the shoe and slip back into it. All the time, he keeps me pressed against the soft leather of his beige couch.
“Good girl.”
I’d never willingly admit what his words do to me.
Dominic rolls the skirt up to my waist and traces the curves of my ass. The touch is light, almost non-existent, but it echoes through me with craving. Again, I’m completely vulnerable, with my body over the sofa, my bare behind exposed to him. And again, the thrill is winning.
I push against him and feel his erection. It kicks me with a jolt of accomplishment. There is a lot of power in surrender.
As if Dominic knew the only way for me to truly climax was to let go. I should be concerned about his ability to see through me, about his unapologetic mission to break through my carefully built defenses. But I’m not. Nowthatshould definitely concern me.
As he continues caressing my ass with painfully slow strokes, I fight with many conflicting feelings about our current power game. It might seem that I’ve lost to him, but it doesn’t feel that way.
A vicious slap yanks me out of my head.
My skin burns and I gasp, the pain spreading through me violently. I can’t even find my voice, because I want to protest, but damn it, I’m enjoying it too much.
“You leave when I say you leave, Chils.” His hand connects with my stinging skin again. “Do you understand?” Another slap. I yelp this time, digging my nails into his sofa and biting my lips to cope with the burn. And hide a smile. Jesus.
I anticipated that Dominic would be a satisfying partner, but he plays me like a violin. I don’t remember the last time a man got me out of my head.
He forces my leg up, bending my knee and holding it against the backrest. I’m crazed with want and I keep jutting my ass toward him.
Dominic caresses my burning skin for a moment and then he straightens, and the loss of his touch pushes a whimper past my throat.
