“Fuck, you are so gorgeous. That’s it, let go. My cock is right at home where it belongs inside your tight little cunt.”
Oh god, I might be on top of him, yet it’s Dominic in control. He’s moving me on him as if I’m nothing, his grip on my hips almost painful. Then his mouth captures an aching, tight nipple. Harder and harder he suckles, pushing me farther, closer to the edge. Fucker, he bites hard and I plunge down, down, lost in pleasure as my body shakes from my orgasm. Dominic isn’t there yet; he pounds deep inside me, merciless, drawing out my orgasm until every bone in my body is liquid as he comes deep inside me.
His arms wind around me, holding me so tight I can barely breathe. We’re like that for so long I lose track of time, then somehow I fall asleep.
I wake up wrapped in Dominic’s arms. Oh what a wonderful way to wake up. He’s so beautiful. His smile when he sees me looking at him is as stunning as the sun, those dimples cause a twisting low in my tummy.
“Good morning, dear wife.” He runs a hand through my hair. “How are you feeling? Sorry, I got a little carried away in the shower.”
Blushing, I shake my head. “I liked you getting carried away. I feel good.”
“How good?” His eyebrows go up in question.
I run a hand over his chest, so gorgeous. “Very, very good.”
Rolling me beneath him, he licks at my neck as he slides inside me. I moan at how amazing he feels.
“Thank fuck you’re going to make the perfect little wife. Gorgeous, docile, loves my cock almost as much as I do. I love the way you love my cock, sweetness. As if that weren’t enough, you have the sweetest, juiciest little cunt that will open wide whenever I need to fuck you.”
It’s the moment in the shower all over again. I have no idea why it feels like a slap in the face. Why his words make me feel dirty. I’m some easy whore willing to suck and fuck on his schedule, when he wants.
I stiffen beneath him. He doesn’t notice as he continues to move inside me. Damn it, I hate the way I’m pissed at him, yet my body betrays me by responding to the pleasure he causes by moving inside me. Gritting my teeth, I fight my body. Docile? Fuck him.
Finally, he notices. “Regina?”
Swallowing against the painful lump in my throat, I look past him. “Just get it over with already. I hardly need all the running commentary.”
He goes still for so long I almost break down to look at him. “As you wish.” The words come out of him with an air of boredom. Dominic pulls out of me, turns me over, and enters me from behind in one fierce hard stroke. He fucks me, hard, fast, in a way I never thought he would.
It’s animalistic, he’s so rough. There’s no sound but the meeting of our bodies coming together. I don’t even hear him breathing. Too fast, just as I’m beginning to climb to my orgasm, he comes with a grunt. In the next second he pulls out of me and is gone. I slump onto the bed in a quivering mass as I try to process what just happened.
How could he do that? I squeeze my eyes tight against the tears that fall. From far away I hear a door slam closed.
***
Dominic
Closing my eyes, I take another swallow of scotch. It’s my third glass. It doesn’t help. I don’t know if there is another scotch in my club or all of Chicago that will allow me to forget what happened. Kenny, my chef, comes through the doors from the kitchen. When he spots me his eyes go wide.
“Hey, Boss, wasn’t expecting you here. You okay?”
I nod, checking my watch. It’s been almost an hour since I left the room and Regina. Taking my glass
with me, I go upstairs.
In my office, I swallow the rest of my scotch. I throw the glass against the wall, watching it break with satisfaction. As badly as I want to, I can’t get drunk. There’s still the stupid fucking breakfast to get through, where I should be now. Fuck, I look down at the tuxedo from yesterday. I’d been too pissed to do anything more than pick up my clothes from the floor.
I need another shower to wash off what I just did.
As I dress on autopilot, I turn over the last few hours, wondering how it went so wrong. What had I said, done? Why? She had been right with me, as desperate for me as I was for her. Was I wrong? Was it all in my head? I hear her words soaked with disdain all over again. They pound into my brain again and again with the velocity of a nine-millimeter, just get it over with.
I’ve fucked roughly to the point I knew I was leaving the woman in pain. Yet, I had never touched a woman in anger. Never fucked a woman in anger. Until Regina spit those words at me. For a moment I was blind with rage. The only reason I didn’t get violent was because I was deep inside her. Feeling her all around me pulled me back from the brink, but it didn’t save me, save us.
I had been within seconds of coming. My balls were tight, ready to explode. All I wanted to do was pull out of her and walk away, only my body wouldn’t allow it. Then there was the edge of me that needed to answer her. Needed to give her exactly what she said she wanted. She wanted me to get it over with. Fine, I’d do just that.
The moment I finished, regret crashed down on me. How could I have done that to her, to us? I was supposed to protect Regina from this world and herself. It didn’t matter what she said. I’ll never understand why she said it, but she sure as fuck didn’t mean it. She might have the body of a woman; it didn’t change the fact she was only twenty-two and didn’t know, understand what the hell she was saying and asking for. All over again it hits me, twenty-two years old, she didn’t know better but I did. Fuck.
My phone goes off with a text. For once I’m glad at the way it pulls me out of the fucked-up questions running through my head. It’s Vincent wondering where I am. I respond I’ll be there in ten.