WARNING: This chapter contains strong language, sexual content, and nudity.
I’ve never been kissed like this before. Never with such ferocity, never with such passion. I just don’t want it to end. And I definitely don’t want Dominic to cease his actions when he grips the back of my neck and leans further into me. I take this opportunity to reach around and grasp his perfectly defined ass with one hand, wrapping my other around his chiseled waist.
My mouth opens to invite his tongue in and I feel a hard stab in my left thigh. I know it’s his bulging, pulsating erection. I long to reach down and wrap my hand around it, but Dominic seems to have other plans. For his own hands move, one of them pinning my wrists against the cabinet while the other moves in between my legs. I can’t suppress a whimper.
“You like that, don’t you?” his gruff, sexy voice whispers in my ear in that irresistible accent. I can’t formulate words, so I just nod mutely. He chortles at this and swiftly carries me over to the couch. But he doesn’t bend me over it like he said he was imagining doing with the counter. Instead, he sits me down on it and instructs me to close my eyes. Baffled, I comply.
I hear something that sounds like a zipper being undone and I squirm in anticipation. He requests that I be patient and keep my eyes shut. This is so tantalizing, so mysterious. I’m dying to know what he’s doing that I have to keep my eyes closed, but I do love a challenge. And I find it exceptionally arousing when a man can challenge me, especially when it comes to sex. Probably because I’m so powerful on my own that it’s nice to have a little role reversal once in a while.
Finally, Dominic affirms that I can open my eyes. When I do, I see that he’s stripped completely naked and is staring at me with a lascivious grin on his face. My eyes don’t stay on his face that long, however, because they slowly drift down to what I’m really interested in seeing.
And what I see doesn’t disappoint. My fantasies didn’t do this guy justice. He’s perfect in length, width, texture, everything. He snorts as he catches me staring, causing me to snap my head back up abruptly.
“Like what you see?” he asks seductively. Once again, I’ve lost the ability of speech, so I nod my head up and down.
“That’s a nice motion,” he says in response, causing my cheeks to turn red. “I’d like to see you doing it lower.”
Then, without warning, he strides over to the second couch across from me, sits down, and begins touching himself. I suck in my breath, unsure of what to do. I’m not a virgin, but this experience is new to me. A man has never masturbated in front of me before.
I must be gaping more than I intended because Dominic cuts into my thoughts saying, “You like to watch don’t you?”
Once again I force my eyes to look above his waist rather than below it, and I reply, “This is a first for me.”
“Just, seeing a man grope himself in front of me. I mean outside of work.”
Damn! Too much information!
But Dominic doesn’t falter; he actually increases his pace. I start to get up to give him a hand, but he orders me back down.
“Not yet,” he coos. “Wait your turn.”
“Why? You’re not the boss of me.”
“That’s a funny metaphor, considering…well, Lydia, there’s something else you should know about me.”
“This seems the most inopportune time, considering you’re jacking off in front of me.”
Dominic stops stroking himself and stares at me intently. Whatever he’s about to say, it’s very serious.
“Do you know why I was so direct with you earlier? Why I said flat out that I was attracted to you?”
“Because it’s in your nature?”
“Yes, partly. But also because I’m, for lack of a better word, a dominant.”
“Oh, you’re a real life Christian Grey. Awesome.” I can’t contain the sarcasm in my voice.
“No, I’m not a sadist. I don’t get pleasure by hurting others. And I sure as fuck don’t put a woman down and make her do something she doesn’t want to.”
“You’ve read the books?”
“I don’t have to; I’ve read the reviews. Lydia, I really am attracted to you, and I do like you. I guess that’s hard to understand considering what just happened.”
“It’s awkward that you’re telling me this completely naked with your cock right next to me.”
“Sorry. I guess some people call me a nymphomaniac. I’m not addicted to sex, but it’s been a while since I’ve had any. And I just got this vibe from you that you felt the same way about me, so I took a shot. A very strong one, but just a shot.”
I’m not sure how to absorb this. Dominic Taylor has literally shown me a different side of himself, but I’m not sure if I want to know it. This is his dark side; something everyone has. And he’s revealed it to me, brought it to light. I’m not certain what I should do, but I know what I want to do.
And what I want to do is give this guy real pleasure, better than he can give himself. This time, I’m in control. I tell him not to move as I crawl across the floor to him. He doesn’t obey, at first; he stands up with a perplexed look on his face, but when I rise to my knees, he realizes my intentions.
He doesn’t even have to say anything. I just look up at him and let my mouth go to work.
After all, he had said not long ago that he’d like to see me doing this bobbing head motion.
After a while of this, Dominic does start to say something. It’s somewhat indistinguishable considering it’s more like a moan than a coherent sentence.
“Jesus Christ, Lydia,” he says roughly. “Oh, fuck.”
He grabs the back of my head and moves it in a faster rhythm. I haven’t done this in a while; my mouth is starting to get sore.
“Stop,” he finally says. “I don’t wanna cum like this, Lydia. I want to be inside you.”
I shudder involuntarily, starting to stand up. But he surprises me by pulling me back down to the floor as his lips graze mine again, his rock-hard member poking into my abdomen.
I don’t know what he’s planning to do, but I feel my clothes being torn away as I lie on the carpet, staring at the ceiling so like my own across the hall.
Dominic continues to ravish me, tugging, biting, nibbling, until at last he arrives at my underwear. He shifts my thong to the side, inserting a finger inside me as he bites my taut nipple. I can’t stifle a gasp.
“How’s that feel?” he asks breathlessly.
“So good,” I moan. “Oh my God, Dominic, don’t stop.”
“You gonna cum for me, baby?”
“Yes. Oh God, yes!”
I can feel my orgasm building, my leg muscles tightening. My own hand is all right, but it’s nothing compared to the touch of a real man. And this one really knows what he’s doing.
I’m at the brink, about to explode, when he stops.
“What the fuck?” I demand.
“Patience,” he replies stubbornly. Then, he kisses down my stomach and replaces his finger with his tongue while his hands migrate to my stomach to hold me in place.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, clutching at the ground for support.
I can’t take it. It’s so good, and too much. I begin to writhe, begging him to stop because the pleasure is so great, but he refuses. I guess in a way he is like Christian Grey – a safe word is needed to stop.
And yet, I don’t want him to stop. I need this. So bad. With that thought in mind, I allow him to push me over the edge. I call his name as I climax, and I can hear his contented sigh. But he hasn’t gotten off yet; he’s just pleased that I did by his hand. Or, to be more specific, his tongue.
“Now that’s what I call hot,” he pants.
“Knowing that I can make you do that. Knowing that I can do that to you, make you want it so bad you say to stop even though you don’t mean it.”
“And why is that hot?”
His answer astonishes me. “I guess I like to have power, in a way.”
Now he’s speaking my language. He likes power? I can show him real power.
That’s when I realize with disdain that I actually can’t show him that. I realize what’s about to transpire as he kisses me once more and begins to pull me on top of him. And that’s when I realize I need to get the fuck out of here.