Nestled in his massive arms, I felt safer than I had in years, protected by a man who could just as easily snuff out a life as care for one. He'd changed in the few short days, his personality no longer edged with steel. I'd seen the look in his eyes, the fury at not being able to control the situation.
Or controlling me.
Yet I'd also seen several glimpses of the haunted man, eager to find a soulmate. I could only pray I wasn't wrong.
I closed my eyes, pretending everything was going to be all right, even though the same foreboding clouded my every thought. This house of cards couldn't stand for long. But for tonight? There was just the two of us and I was stronger because of it.
Dominick seemed larger than life as he took the stairs two at a time, heading straight to his bedroom, kicking the half open door. The space was nothing like I expected, gothic and modern fused together, including thick iron posts at both the head and foot of the bed. He was breathing rapidly as he eased me onto the comforter on all fours, pointing his finger in an authoritative manner.
I was required to follow his unstated commands and tonight I would forego the challenge, obeying without question.
A smirk crossed his face as he took a step back, jerking his shirt over his head.
I marveled at the way he looked as if seeing him for the first time. He was far more gorgeous than the majority of men yet so flawed in his beauty. A nose that wasn't quite perfect, but chiseled and strong. Cheekbones that had seen several fists, voluptuous lips that had been split more than once. He was rugged and dynamic, scars scattered on portions of his upper chest. As he peeled away his pants, exposing muscular thighs, my breath was stolen.
He was battered and bruised, roughhewn and sculpted and I wanted him covering my body with his, dominating me in every manner. When he was completely undressed, he slid the palms of his hands down the length of his chest until his fingers were able to roll over his cock and balls.
I ached for him, longing to have his shaft in my mouth, his cum trickling down my throat. He yanked open a drawer, freeing a coil of rope, unwinding and stretching it in his hands. I was mesmerized as he took his time, his expression little more than a barbarian testing his own patience.
He moved to the foot of the bed, grabbing first one wrist then the other, positioning them over a cold iron bar. There was no time wasted as he wound the rope, securing me to the bed. When he was satisfied he leaned over, cupping and lifting my head. "No matter what you think, you will always belong to me. You will do what I say, when I say. And if you don't, you will be punished time and time again."
This time, the words were thrilling, driving into the very core of me, leaving me molten with desire. My mouth was dry, unable to answer him and as punishment, he tweaked my nipple, twisting until the pain was excruciating. "Yes, sir. Yes. Sir!"
"You do need discipline in your life." A dark chuckle was followed by a single kiss on my lips, sultry and wet, so hot I was unable to think clearly.
He raked his hand through his hair, the expression on his face turning carnivorous.
"Yes, sir." I wiggled, struggling with my bindings, longing to get to him.
"I will return, but in the meantime..." The words hung as he opened the same drawer again. When he turned to face me, I could see a piece of material of some kind in his hand.
"What? You're leaving?" I was shocked, a moment of panic rushing in. Then I realized what he was going to do.
Blindfold me.
He held his finger over his lips, shaking his head. "You need to learn to trust me at all costs, no matter what I ask of you. That could save your life one day."
Real life and the fantasy collided together, a reminder that there was nothing normal about this. "I don't understand."
"I think you do." Advancing, he crawled onto the bed, gently placing the blindfold around my eyes, tugging strands of hair. "I will be your lifeline always. So will the skills you'll be taught."
"Dominick, I don't like this."
"Shush." He tied the two ends, making certain there was no way I could see.
The room was completely silent, not even a breath sound with the exception of mine. I swallowed, trying to control my nerves and after a few seconds, I couldn't take it any longer. "Dominick? Are you still there?"
"Allow your other senses to find those answers. The weight of my body is still on the bed. Can't you feel the heat surrounding you?"
I bit my lower lip, nodding my answer. Then I felt fingers dancing along my spine, moving ever so slowly.
"Can you feel my hand caressing you?"
"Yes."
He stopped completely and shifted, forcing me to gasp. I was terrified of him leaving and there was no logical reason. Suddenly my knees were pried apart then nothing. No sound.
I concentrated on what I could hear. The beating of my own heart. The thudding in my neck. My nerves were raw, my cells completely on edge. I shivered the second he darted a single finger between my ass cheeks, sliding down further until he flicked the tip back and forth across my wet pussy. "Oh. Yes."
"Are you hungry for pleasure?" His words were whispered, more seductive than normal.
"Yes, sir."
"Will you do anything for that pleasure?"
"Yes..."
He issued another chuckle, even more demonic as he thrust the entire length of his finger into my pussy. The simple act was shocking, tightening every muscle. I gasped then pushed my entire body toward him in an involuntary effort to receive more. I craved more. I had to have him, his rough touch and his demanding ways.
"You're so wet, my sweet Caroline."
The first hard crack on my bottom was stimulating, a moan slipping past my lips. The second was even more severe, the force shoving me against the metal railing. I could no longer control my breathing, taking gulping breaths in anticipation of more.
Pain.
Ecstasy.
They were rolled together, the longing the same for both. I was crazed with desire as he gave four more severe spanks, moving from one ass cheek to the other. Then they simply stopped. I hung my head, licking my dry lips and wiggling my hands.