Naked, I thread my fingers around Dominic’s neck, drawing his mouth in for a kiss. It starts deep, long, and grows as if we’ve been kissing for hours. It’s as if we can barely stand the thought of just kissing anymore.
With a ragged breath, I ask, “Aren’t you getting in?”
“No. I showered earlier.”
“Not fair.”
With a pout, I relax in the steamy water. Dominic’s first touch is like wildfire along my slick skin. His sudsy hand roams over my breast. Dominic nips at my collarbone, dragging his teeth along my skin. He soothes the spot with a kiss. The rest of my body is an intense inferno from his touch below.
“Ohhhh, Dominic.” The water splashes across the side of the ledge. “Say you’re getting in. You have to.”
“I’m shot caller, not you, mami.”
He plasters more liquid on his hand and works his way between my legs. I thrust my hips up to meet all Dominic is willing to offer. His palm cleanses over my throbbing lips, and my body screams for penetration.
“You’re in a tub full of water,” he says in a smooth voice. “But your pussy is all soaking wet for me.”
“Yes,” I pant. There’s no use denying it.
“Tweak your tits for papi.”
Hypnotized by his deep, sensual voice, I comply.
“Softly, Aria. Glide your fingertips over your nipples until they’re swollen, aching.”
My fingers tremble over the tiny buds. I bite down my tongue to stop the retort, stave off how his dirty domination has my nerves on edge, and my valley already aching.
“Slip your hands down to your belly button through your silky pussy hairs.”
I gasp, at his erotic lessons. “Dom . . .”
“Right now, you’re burning inside, eyes begging to stroke your clit. Run your fingertips over your soaking slit.”
“But I want you to.” My complaint breaks into a thousand tiny fragments. The glimmer in Dominic’s vibrant eyes reads that I’ll listen now or beg later. I don’t beg. With hollowed breathing, I comply with his order.
“Keep stroking those throbbing folds. Don’t enter. Don’t release.” His smooth cognac voice makes my sex drench. With closed eyes, I struggle for air while caressing my walls—no relief.
“Just like that, mami. Rub your pussy, no fucking your clit. No fucking deep.” There’s a devilish smile in his tone, but I don’t have the guts to open my eyes and stare at my obsession.
The thought hits me like a thunderbolt. Just cheat. Dominic’s view doesn’t extend beneath the flurry of suds. I could enter my lonely walls right this second.
His hand curls around my throat, and my eyelids snap open.
“Stroke your juicy, fat pussy. No penetration. No clit action. Comprende?” He growls, seeing straight through me. “Do it over and over, till you lose your mind. I want you bucking, gone mad until all the bathwater is out the tub.”
I writhe. My tongue runs across my lips in determination. Don’t go crazy, Aria. You’re not crazy.
As I stroke circles around my thick sex, a slow build starts. Like a fuse being lit, I twirl my hips and arch my back.
Bucking the fuck out, I scream his name and cum—no love given to my pearl, no entrance. I glance around myself, suddenly cold. Half the water is no longer in the tub.
He smiles at me. “Good girl. Stand for papi.”
I’m ready to go bald like the barbie dolls I would assault after thinking of my parents. The torture is just starting. Water glides down my curves as I step out of the tub. I place my best mean mug on my face as Dominic wraps me in a towel.
“You thought I was crazy when we first met, Dom. This is how you make someone insane.”
“Sí.” He nods. His abdominals drag over my bare skin as he laughs at my expense.
“You keep trying me, papi.”
With the plush towel situated around my body, Dominic takes my cheeks and winks. “I’ll do just that, mami.”
My mouth is set for the comeback to beat all when he catches me at my waist and beneath my knees, hefting me up.
There are body oils on my side of the bed. Damn, I claimed his area. I’m too caught in the rapture of him to condemn myself for the earlier faux pas about loving him and this moment.
Dominic’s strong limbs stretch as he settles back against the headboard. “Come here.” He gestures with the oil. “Hands and knees. Position yourself like so.”
I crawl over the bed, flesh aching for his touch. Like a table, I place myself across his legs, clutching the sheets. Going out of my mind, I lean down and bite into his thigh. I’m the slightest bit anxious about the promise of swats.
Warm liquid dribbles across my lower back, gliding down everywhere—across my hips, over the slope of my ass, trickling into my pussy.
“Dominic . . .” I hitch. My glare speaks volumes as to how I’ve suffered. “Enter me, now!”
His hand descends heavily on my lower back, kneading and pressing. The hardness of my orbs and the tension in my lips fade. My eyes roll back as he adds more oil. It runs along my dripping wet treasure, and he massages it back up.
With my mind blissfully blank, my lower back slumps, ready to submit to any hurt he offers. Please let the pain reside in his cock, stretching my insides. Let all the hurt be twisted into how his thick girth breaks into my tightness. A welcome wetness slides down the inside of my thighs, mixing in with the massage oils. Dominic proceeds to knead at the thick flesh of my ass. He’s screwing with me, with my head, my body, my soul. He denies my sex. Shamefully, my pussy quakes and cums by just his firm, delicate touch everywhere else but inside of me.
I plant my face into the sheets. Damn, how is this possible? Please fuck me so hard I break!
“You love this feeling, mami.” Dominic’s erotic, deep voice sends my pussy over the edge. Again.
“Yesss. Yes.” I groan. My limbs shake, but I hold steady. Nothing aside from death will keep me from breaking position.
“Say, ‘papi.’ ” Dominic rubs his fingers along the soft line at the inside of my thigh. He holds my gaze. Dark, aroused thoughts mask his face. “Tell papi, ‘he owns you.’ Beg me to spank this sweet ass.”
Throat thick, I almost utter my consent to his indecent craving. I could take it. But I bite my tongue, my last bit of resolve.
There are so many versions of Dominic Ángel Alvarez. The diablo I thought him to be, and don’t get my thoughts on El Santo. As he alternates between squirting hot oil onto my skin and massaging me, I lose sight of reality. If he were truly a vile, malicious man, would I fall so hard?
Chapter Fifty-One
Dominic
“Lift up, mami, push that ass a little higher into the air.” I groan, kneading the flesh at the small of her back. Obedient as ever, Aria rises on trembling limbs.
Burning for my touch, she moans against my muscular thighs. “Dominic, what are you doing to me? Screw me, please.”
“I got you.” I push her hair over, pressing kisses to the side of her neck. My hand splays across her ass and roams over her pussy lips. I cup my hands, fingertips massaging her clit while collecting the sugary guava from her slit.
“You . . . you’re so tender sometimes and then so cruel, Dominic. At the res… restaurant . . . you . . .”