“Daphne, I…” Dominic starts. He stops and looks at me, crooking his head to the side. “Are you okay?” he asks me. His voice is so tender. The passion in the sentiment of his statement makes me forget again to aim my frustration at him in any way other than this.
I spread my legs wide. “Come here, daddy, I need you,” I say, licking my lower lip more out of nerves then playing up our taboo little game. I feel the same thrill shoot through me now, but there’s something else that’s making me tingle.
Dominic pulls me close, getting between my legs and sliding his cock deep inside me. His eyes never look away from mine as he sinks his cock into me. His hand on the small of my back guides me deeper.
I roll my hips and slide myself down on him. We’re filthy, covered in each other’s cum, slick together and fucking again. But I like it. The smell of us is thick and the taste of him is all I crave.
We tangle each other up in our arms and slide together. His cock fills up every inch of me and I’m already so close to cumming again. I lock my hands together behind his back and I lift my ass up and shove my breast into his mouth. His tongue and teeth connect with my nipple and I yell out, “Fuuuuuuck!” I’m cumming so hard you wouldn’t believe that just minutes ago we were defiling a rug.
Dominic’s hands squeeze my ass hard, and I feel his steel-hard cock jet streams of cum deep in my pussy. He pulls me down on him and bottoms out in me, emptying all his cum deep in my pussy.
I rest my head against his shoulder, collapsing from the intensity of my orgasm. His cock keeps pumping into me, and he wraps his arms around me, cradling me. I kiss his neck, tasting the sweat on his skin.
I’m doomed, I tell you. Because even as angry as I was, I have no intentions of tearing myself from Dominic’s arms.
23
Daphne
I walk into the dimly lit bar and look around for Heather. She said she’d be wearing a bright purple shirt that sparkles, so she shouldn’t be hard to spot. I see a flash on the far wall, and make my way over.
“Hi, darlin’,” she says, standing up and giving me air kisses.
We settle back down into our seats, and after giving our waiter my order for a cosmo, I decide to just come right out and say it. “I dumped Dominic yesterday.”
Just saying the words is like a knife through my heart. I’ve never said such awful words in all my life, I swear to God I haven’t. I hate them. I hate feeling this way. I’m just glad the bar is dim so she can’t see how red my eyes are. I don’t think I’ve stopped crying in the last 24 hours.
But that look on his face when I asked him to come with me to the concert—he looked like he’d just swallowed a live eel on accident. It was not the response I was looking for.
If he’s only willing to be around me where no one can see us, and this hide-me-away relationship could potentially ruin my career … well, why should I put up with that? There were just too many red flags being raised.
It was smart to break up with him. Smart.
I ignore the pain pounding through me and instead listen to what Heather is babbling on about. “…with benefits, I was okay with that, and then he wanted to do all sorts of kinky shit with me. I gave up my ass for him! You can’t trust what he says, not a word of it. He just likes to use and throw away.”
Hold on, what had she been saying while I’d been throwing myself a one-woman pity party?
“Did you say ‘friends with benefits’?” I ask, trying to keep my voice at an even-keel.
“Well, sure, when we first got together, that’s what he said he wanted.”
“You told me the other day that he said he wanted to be friends with benefits later on, but that in the beginning, he had pretended like he wanted to date you and have a real relationship.” My blood pressure is rising and I’m staring at her, not giving an inch.
“Oh, well, yes, that’s because…well, you see, it’s all kind of confusing,” she finishes lamely.
“Confusing? What part about this is confusing? Either he was clear about just wanting to be fuck buddies from the beginning, or he wasn’t.” My voice is hard and unforgiving as I pin her down into her seat like a dissected frog in anatomy class.
“I’m just worried about you,” she says, putting her hand on my arm and patting it. “That’s all I care about. Just protecting you.”
“Really? Me, a complete stranger off the street? I’m the only person you’re worried about?” I stare at her. Did she really think that I’d fall for that? She starts patting me faster.
“I care about people, unlike other people. Dominic, he just uses people, uses them and throws them away! I want to help other people. That’s what I’m here for.”
I push away from the table and stand up, staring down at her. The waiter is finally coming back our way, drinks in hand, but I ignore him for the moment. “Heather, you and your delusions have caused me enough pain. Don’t contact me again. If you do, I’m calling the police.” I turned to the waiter, the tray of drinks in his hand, and pull a ten out to drop on his tray. “Here. Enjoy the cosmo. Tell your boss it’s on me, the woman stupid enough to believe an ex.”
I turn around and walk out of the bar, head held high. I felt better already. I feel great, in fact, until I get out onto the street and it all hits me—because of the bitter ramblings of an ex, I believed something about Dominic that isn’t true.
And maybe my accusations that he isn’t comfortable about publicly dating me are also true, and that’s something that we need to figure out. But in the meanwhile, I’ve fucked it all up.