CAITLIN
"Oh, fuck!" I screamed when I was thrown onto the couch like a rag doll, landing on my back and bouncing a few times. As soon as I tried to get up, inked hands pushed my shoulders back down and a glare was directed my way.
"Behave," he warned. I obeyed.
Dominic hovered over me, looking down at my naked body with a fiery hunger that made me nervous but excited at the same time. The moment my towel dropped, his entire demeanor changed and any thought of me being in control went flying out the window.
He started unbuttoning his shirt with quick, desperate movements. Eventually, he grew so impatient that he tore it open, sending buttons flying everywhere. My eyes widened and my heart began pounding against my ribcage. I felt as though I had to brace myself for the impact he was about to deliver.
I gulped when his shirt landed across the living room and his impressive abdomen came into full view. Today he wore a silver chain around his neck that perfectly complemented the silver watch on his wrist.
Dominic wasn't making eye contact. His gaze was fixed on my bare pussy while he licked his bottom lip. He looked at me like a predator studying its prey. I was comfortable in my own skin, but the way his eyes scrutinized every inch of me made my blood pressure soar.
"Dominic."
He bent down and kissed me so hard that my head was forced against the back of the couch and a moan tore from my throat. With one hand on my waist and his lips crushed against mine, I heard the unmistakable sound of him removing his belt.
The slow drag of leather sliding free of its loops made my body jerk. Dominic noticed, broke the kiss, and glanced from me to the belt in his hand with one eyebrow cocked in curiosity.
I swallowed hard, staring at the black leather with an almost unnatural lust. Generally, I wasn't submissive at all, but when it came to sex, I wanted to be hurt, grabbed, and pounded until my legs shook.
Why did I crave being spanked until my ass was raw?
"Oh, you dirty little..." He trailed off, testing for any objection. When he found none, he leaned in until we were eye to eye and whispered, "slut."
I exhaled shakily. A strange, euphoric rush washed over me. My hand drifted down toward my aching pussy, desperate for friction. Dominic caught my wrist hard enough to border on bruising and stopped me cold.
"No. You're not allowed," he said sternly. I nodded, even though my core was frantic for release.
"Turn around. On your knees," he ordered softly, caressing my cheek with his knuckles. I knew what was coming, and I could tell he knew exactly how badly I wanted it.
I obeyed, kneeling on the sofa, forearms braced against the backrest, back arched. Dominic drew a deep breath as my most intimate parts were fully exposed to him. My body trembled with anticipation while I waited for what he would give me.
"Safe word," he demanded.
"Red," I answered instantly. A low, baritone chuckle rumbled from his chest, warming me from the inside and curling my lips into a small smile.
"Of course." He rubbed his palm over my bare ass cheek, soothing the skin in preparation. I sighed and rested my head on my forearms, waiting for the first strike. When it didn't come immediately, I glanced back with a frown.
"Are you sure?" he asked. Being the impatient brat I was, I shot him a look that clearly said Really? He did not appreciate it.
"Why? Are you sca-" I never finished the sentence.
His hand cracked down on my right cheek so hard a yelp burst from my lips and I lurched forward. Hot, pleasurable pain bloomed across my skin. I groaned and rolled my hips, silently begging for more.
"Chill with the fucking attitude, angel." He echoed the words he'd used the first time we fucked, only now they carried far more weight. I felt compelled to submit.
He struck again. Waves of desire rippled through every inch of me. A thin layer of sweat formed on my skin. Dominic was deliberately teasing me, and I hated it.
"Good girl." He pressed a kiss to my lower back. The praise made my eyes squeeze shut as I fought the urge to touch myself. The agony of denial mixed with the ecstasy of each spanking completely overpowered me.
He soothed the burning skin with gentle fingertips. I whimpered at the sensitivity. Blood rushed to the surface, turning my usual tan skin an angry red.
More.
He heard the leather creak as he folded the belt. I clamped my bottom lip between my teeth in anticipation.
"Touch yourself, angel."
I didn't hesitate. My middle and ring fingers plunged into my soaked heat. My eyes rolled back in overwhelming bliss.
The whistle of the belt cut the air a split second before fire exploded across my ass.
"Shit!" I screamed. The leather was ten times worse than his hand. I moaned loudly, fingers pumping frantically while my thumb circled my clit. A tight, teeth-gritting pressure built low in my belly.
More.
The combination of pleasure from within and pain from without was overwhelming in the best possible way. Dominic struck again and again until my senses overloaded and nothing existed except me, him, and the belt.
By the time he stopped, my ass was numb and our ragged breathing filled the room.
"You're taking it like a good girl, angel. So perfect. So beautiful. I cannot wait to fuck this pussy," he whispered breathlessly, kissing the center of my back. His praise snapped the last thread of control. My toes curled as my fingers found the spot that triggered my climax.
"Not yet." He yanked my hand away. I whimpered at the cruel edge. He brought my soaked fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.
"You taste good."
Then he dropped to his knees and buried his face between my cheeks. His expert tongue plunged inside me. I groaned and pushed back against him. My skin still throbbed; I knew sitting would be hell for days, but right then I didn't care.
Within a minute I came so hard my body convulsed, white noise flooded my ears, and a raw, unfamiliar moan ripped from my chest. He trailed gentle kisses up my spine to my neck while I floated in the aftershocks.
I hadn't even registered him sitting on the couch until strong hands gripped my waist and pulled me to straddle him. He was fully naked now, cock standing proud. I ground against his length, desperate.
"Ride me, baby," he murmured.
I braced my hands on his shoulders, rose up, and sank down onto him until he filled me completely. The stretch stole my breath as if it were our first time.
"Oh, God." I stared at where we were joined. Dominic gripped my sore ass, kneading the flesh.
Skin on skin, no barrier. It felt a million times better. His eyes rolled back; proof he felt it too.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he rasped as I began to move, faster and faster. Pure bliss.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him hard. That's when he took over. Gripping the backs of my thighs, he slammed upward at a brutal, relentless pace.
"Holy fucking sh-" My scream fractured with every thrust, lungs burning for air. He was merciless, driving me higher until reality slipped away. Best high of my life.
Our lips barely brushed, breaths mingling. I stared into his dark eyes while he showed me exactly who he was.
"Ты моя, и только моя," he growled in Russian. I didn't understand the words, only the possession in them. I bit his lower lip and sucked it into my mouth.
Suddenly he stood, still buried inside me, and flipped me onto my back on the couch. My legs went over his shoulders. I clutched my breasts as he pounded deeper than I thought possible.
"Angel, you feel amazing," he whispered against my neck, chain cool against my heated skin.
"I'm going to cum," I whimpered.
"Don't you fucking dare." His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make stars burst behind my eyes.
"Please." The plea sounded pathetic even to me.
He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in so hard we both groaned. I shattered around him, clenching hard.
He still wasn't done.
Hair fisted in his hand, he yanked my head back. "I told you not to cum."
"I had to."
"This once," he growled and kept going, ruthless. The new angle let me feel every inch. I nearly cried from overstimulation.
Minutes later he pulled out and painted my stomach.
Still not done.
We fucked for over an hour. He had the stamina of a racehorse and came three times. By the end, I was drained, sweaty, utterly spent. He carried me to bed, cleaned me gently with wet wipes and tissue while I floated down from the high.
"That was nice," I whispered, sore everywhere.
"Nice?" He sounded almost offended.
"No! I mean perfect. You have really, really good dick," I corrected quickly. He laughed, shaking his head.
"I know you're tired, baby. Relax." He kissed my forehead. A soft, non-sexual warmth bloomed in my chest.
"Angel..." His voice turned shy. He took my hand, brushing his lips across my knuckles. "I'd like to take you on a date... if you'll let me."
"Definitely."
His whole face lit up. He pulled me into a hug, nuzzling my shoulder.
"Thank you." He started to leave, then spun back, grabbed my wrist, and bumped my fist with his, dimples flashing in that devastating smile.
"Almost forgot."
Then he was gone, and I melted into the pillow with a stupid, happy grin.