“That, my sweet...,” Dominic soothed her with a kiss and then dipped his head again to suck her right nipple and clamp it with an identical device with a slim chain connecting the two, “…is intense pleasure, not pain. Close your eyes and experience it.”
Knowing that he wasn’t going to remove them before she did as he requested, Chantelle let her eyelids drift shut. Without the visual image, the pain was bearable, even enjoyable.
“Actually, that’s not so bad,” she admitted.
“I told you last night, I want ‘good’, not ‘not bad’.” He pulled himself slowly out of her and tugged the chain gently. She felt a flow of juice seep out of her onto the desk beneath her. “I should break you in gently, but—”
“I’m not a horse!” she said, indignantly.
“I know.” He tongued her right nipple—first the very tip which protruded above the clamp and then he slid his tongue under it, so that her nipple elongated to accommodate it. Chantelle clenched her fists and hissed her pleasure through her teeth. “You’re my woman and you need to satisfy all my kinks.”
“All?” Didn’t billionaires have several? “I don’t like the sound of that!”
“You’re too jealous to share me, so you have to provide the pleasure I need.” He ran a hand down the side of her waist and then inward to her smooth mound. Separating the folds, he massaged her clit firmly between two fingers. “There should be a clamp here as well.”
“No fucking way!”
“We’ll try that next time, perhaps,” he said, as if she hadn’t spoken. “Hopefully in time you’ll have all three pierced for me.”
“Pierced?” What the hell had she gotten herself into?
“Chantelle, I promise that I won’t to anything to permanently harm you.” Once again he slid two fingers inside her and stroked her clit with his thumb as he tried to press a third digit alongside them. “And if you ever become distressed by anything I do, I will stop immediately. But I will take you to heights you never imagined, if you just trust me.”
“I’ll hold you to that!”
“As long as you’re willing to try.”
“Try what?”
“I will tell you when you’re ready.” He pressed the third finger inside her and she wiggled to accommodate them. “I love that you’re so tight, and yet you’re so eager to accommodate me. It won’t be long before I will be fisting this sweet pussy, baby.”
“Fisting? You’re kidding, right” Shocked, she stared up at him. “You should be called Dominant not Dominic!”
Dominic threw back his head and laughed. “I’m not a Dom, my sweet and it’s a good thing or we would be heading for trouble. You’re not what I would call submissive.”
It was Chantelle’s turn to laugh. She wouldn’t meekly submit to him, but she would allow him to take her on the sexual journey he promised…he seemed to know what he was doing.
Her laughter faded as he quickly pulled his fingers out and positioned himself, hooking her right leg over his arm as he drove himself home with a quick thrust.
Chantelle moaned as he filled her.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of your tight pussy, baby.” The admission seemed to pain Dominic. He started a fast rhythm that quickly brought Chantelle to her peak and over it. Yet he kept up the pace, almost as if he wanted to punish her for making him want her so much.
Chapter Eight
“Derek’s already made some progress with the house.”
“Already?” They were lying on the office sofa, him spooning her from behind, recovering from their latest bout of lovemaking. She turned to and face him. “We only spoke about it yesterday.”
“Yes, but there is a four hour time difference between here and Jamaica. Derek went to see your contractor and it’s as your grandfather suspected. The man has already bought everything—windows, bathroom tiles and the paint—he needs to finish the house. It’s all packed up in his storeroom. His original estimate of twenty thousand was more than enough, but when your uncle came up with the idea of asking you for five thousand more, he decided to go along with the plan and earn some easy money. He gave your uncle the two and a half thousand pounds as agreed. He wasn’t happy when your uncle decided to ask for another ten thousand.”
“I can’t believe that Uncle James would be such a complete bastard!” Chantelle was so angry for a moment she couldn’t breathe. Her mother could have been in Jamaica rebuilding her life for several years now if her brother hadn’t objected to having her in the house. And now he had undermined Chantelle’s alternative solution.
“Don’t worry about him. Derek is on the case now and the house will be ready in less than two weeks. People like your uncle get the comeuppance one day.”
“Two weeks!” Chantelle gasped, then kissed him swiftly on the lips and drew her head back to smile at him. “I don’t know how to thank you!”
“I’ll show you how in a minute,” he promised. “I need to go to Jamaica to sort out a couple of issues with my bank account there. Your brother and sisters can all come with us and return at the end of the summer holidays. We’ll stay for a week to see your mother and grandparents settled.”
“I haven’t been to Jamaica since I was ten!” Chantelle’s eyes lit up at the prospect before reality stepped in. “But I can’t go at the moment!”
“Why not?”
“Dominic, I’ve just started this job. I can’t ask for time off already!”
“Of course you can. I’ll approve it.”
“I already get funny looks from some members of the team. I don’t want to confirm their suspicions by being off the same time as you are.”
Dominic gave a tsk of frustration, before he said, “I have to make a trip there to take care of some unfinished business personally. I’ll take them down with me and get everything sorted.”
“You would do that for me?”
“It’s nothing,” he dismissed. “Derek is a government official—”
“He works for the government?” Chantelle had imagined a muscled thug who always got things done, like the ones she’d seemed in gangster movies. “You made him sound like an enforcer!”
“He has his ways.”
Chantelle pulled Dominic’s full bottom lip between hers, deciding that she preferred not to know more about those ways, or the means the man employed to get things done.
***
The next two weeks flew by in a whirlwind of activity. The news that she could finally go home to Jamaica seemed to have snapped Carol Payne out of her drunken daze. She spent several day sorting through the dozens of outfits she had owned from the time she and her husband had been regular partygoers. She binned a few, donated other to the local charity and kept several that had surprisingly come back into the style in the cyclic world that was fashion. Chantelle and Cerise even managed to snag five tops between them.
Her mother didn’t give up drinking altogether, but instead of finding an empty bottle every day in the rubbish bin, Chantelle found one every three to four days.
The night before she left, her mother sat her down and spoke to her like the mother she should have always been. “I know that Dominic made all this possible. I won’t ask for details. I’m thankful, but I will beg you, don’t hang your hat where your hand can’t reach. I did that with your father. From the time I was thirteen I coveted the pretty brown skin bowy who lived down the road. He didn’t even know my proper name when I asked him to marry me. But, I got what I deserved, though. I had another man, the neighbor’s son. He was a farmer with no education. He wasn’t good enough for me when I got the chance to come to England. You know I didn’t tell a single soul that I married your father before we left? We took different cars to the airport and only spoke to each other when we got on the plane. I thought he was keeping my secret. I didn’t know he had a bigger one.”
“Mum, all that’s behind you now. This is a chance for you to start over.” Chantelle smiled at her mother and teased, “Even find yourself a nice man.”
Her mother laughed and then made a wry face as she got to her feet. “Once he’s not a pretty bowy!”
“’Night, Mum.”
“Goodnight, Chantelle.”
She watched her mother leave the room and felt like sobbing like she was a three-year-old. Her mother may not have been the most reliable in the last years, but there was a time when she had been a sexy, vibrant woman—part of a gorgeous couple who had outshone their friends. Their spotless house, beautiful children and seemingly loving marriage had been the envy of other couples. The topple off her throne would have been deeply wounding for her mother if her father had left her for another woman; that he’d left her for a man had been more devastating a blow than her mother could have dealt with at the time.