Undeniable: Dom & Gigi (Beg For It 5)

“Oh yes.” The groan came up from a place deep within me, my darkest reserves, where I kept my most secret fantasies. This was what I had wanted, this feeling of forbidden possession, his rough, dominance, my complete surrender.

“You’re mine,” he growled, fucking me faster, harder. “Take me.” He thrust all the way in, impaling me as my pussy dripped down onto his cock ramming my ass. “You like my cock in your ass?” He fisted my hair and demanded in my ear.

“Yes, yes!” I sobbed, feeling my orgasm push up, rising, pulsing toward the surface.

“Say it.”

The feel of his grip on me, the pounding I was taking, it was almost too much but that made it so good. The feeling he was pushing me up to the edge, then right on over, but knowing he’d have me when I fell, catching me right when I needed it.

“I love your cock in my ass,” I sobbed, starting to come, coming on his cock, crying out and screaming and quivering as I felt him shoot his come deep into me. “Ah!” I pushed my ass back onto his shaft, wanting all of it, every drop.

“Gigi!” he yelled, thrusting, then thrusting again, slick and shuddering, giving me all his come up my ass. Panting, spent, we lay there in the dark. “You might be the death of me, Gigi,” he admitted.

I smiled. I’d never felt more satisfied in my life.

We snoozed, we washed, we ate. Time passed in seconds and then hours as we woke to see the sun had set.

Funny, I’d devoted hours to interior design, picking out just the right pillows or curtains to create that feeling of home. But I’d never felt it more intensely than lying in the dark naked with Dom, my head on his chest, feeling it rise and fall with his breath, hearing his heart beat. Dom was my home.

In the middle of the night, we found each other again, waking from sleep to touch and kiss. Always wet for him, always wanting, I guided him into me, rocking against him. I wanted him bare, needed to feel him come in me again.

“I shouldn’t,” he whispered as our passion built, his thrusts pushing me into the bed, claiming me.

“Please,” I begged, wrapping my legs around his powerful thighs. I craved his come, the feel of him letting loose in me. “I need to feel you come.”

He groaned, fierce, ferocious, pinning my wrists to the bed, biting my nipples, sucking my neck as he fucked me and then, one long thrust, I felt it. His hot come spurting deep into me. It triggered my orgasm and I moaned in pleasure, bucking my hips up to his, wanting it all, taking it all in.

“I love you,” I moaned, urgent in the dark. “I love you.”

“Gigi.” He fell on me, drinking in my moans, filling me with come as he covered me in kisses.

I smiled, completely serene. I hoped I got pregnant. I wanted his baby. I wished we could do nothing else but stay in that dark room and fuck and fuck until it happened.

20

Dom

I woke up at dawn. Something was wrong. I didn’t know how I knew, but I did. Maybe I’d heard a sound? Gigi still slept peacefully by my side.

It could be a false alarm. Maybe PTSD. Most guys I knew admitted to waking up soaked in sweat, heart pounding while on leave. It hadn’t happened to me yet, but never say never.

I looked around the room. Everything was as it had been. I still felt like I should go look around.

My gun was where I’d left it, in a drawer in my bedroom. I shouldn’t have left it that far away. If I slept in the master, so should my gun.

I saw no sign of disturbance. I pulled on a pair of jeans and messaged my contact in Columbia.

* * *

Dom: We good?

* * *

Then I walked quietly down the stairs, gun drawn. Nothing was amiss in the entry, the kitchen, or the dining room. I got a message back. We were good, all systems go, which meant the strike on the cartel leaders would be going down today. Maybe that was why I felt so jumpy, on hyper alert. Even though the operation was thousands of miles away, I knew it was high risk. I could only hope there’d be high reward at the end of it.

Then I looked out the window and saw it. The door of the gatehouse stood wide open. I watched for any sign of people. No one left for a shift switch. No one stepped in, zipping his fly after a quick piss in the shrubs. Just that door hanging there, wide open, swaying slightly in the breeze.

Instantly on the move, I radioed the guy in charge, the one in command of all of the silent, watchful eyes surrounding us. If there was a guard alert and on duty at the gate, that door would be shut. I walked as I tried to make contact, checking rooms, turning each corner with stealth and speed. I didn’t think anyone was in the house. Yet.

But something had gone wrong. I didn’t know what, but shit was not going according to plan. I could feel it. I needed to get Gigi to the panic room now.

Finally, the head security guard answered. “Hey, man.” He sounded like he’d just smoked a joint. “You’re up early.”

“The gatehouse is open.”

“What?”

Was I waking the guy up or something? “The gatehouse is open. I need your eyes. Are they inside?”

“Shit! Shit!” I heard him fumbling, rustling on his end. That was the problem with civilians. A guy standing watch needed to have adrenaline coursing through him at all times, always at the ready so he didn’t get his people killed. A Green Beret knew that. A hired gun? Not so much.

His voiced crackled through. “Shit. I see…I see a guy, no two guys. With a car. Shit, I can’t tell how many.”

This was the day we were supposed to be striking them, not the other way around. How had they found our real location? Someone had fucked up. But as I’d learned many times the hard way, once you were in a situation you didn’t waste any time wondering why and how. You needed to move, acting fast to secure vulnerable assets by any means necessary.

Treading silently on my bare feet, I held at the wall before heading into the entryway. Framed by the second story hallway, accessible from six different points, it was the most exposed section of the house. It was also where the stairs were to get to Gigi. I needed to head up those stairs, but I didn’t want to do anything stupid. If I was wrong and the house had already been breeched, the last thing I wanted was to give them a clear shot.

Then I heard it, the soft tread onto tile, almost noiseless except to a trained ear. Fuck. They were in the house.

Peering around the corner, I leaned out enough to get an eye on the stairs. I’d pick him off before he got a foot on the first step. I saw his gun before I saw him, in dark jeans and a Pepsi Cola T-shirt, sneaking his way along. I waited until he got out in the open, heading for the stairs, but the second before I fired he saw me. His shot ricocheted off the wall as I ducked back. He moved, too, so my shot grazed past his shoulder instead of dead in the center of his chest. It might have hit him, but might not have. Even if it had it probably wasn’t enough to stop him.

“Backup.” I radioed security. Hopefully he didn’t need me to tell him that. This would go a hell of a lot quicker and easier if someone could get at the guy in the house from another angle. Now he knew my exact location, and I couldn’t move without walking out and exposing myself like it was open season.

But security outside might be otherwise engaged. I just hoped we outnumbered them. And it would help if our guys woke the fuck up and did their jobs.

At least I could stop this guy from heading up the stairs. I just prayed Gigi had the sense to stay hidden instead of coming out all sleepy and naked to see what was the matter. I should have drilled her, prepared her in event of attack. If she heard a gunshot, she should hide. Of course the best place to do that was in the panic room, but that was located in the basement which would require her to make it down the stairs. I had to clear the area and get her there as soon as possible.

He took another shot at me. I took a shot at him. Both rang out into the high-ceilinged foyer, echoing with all the tile. We had ourselves a standoff. Unless someone else entered into the equation, we could be there all day. I didn’