Chapter 35 Thirty Five
Izzy couldn’t sleep.
She had tossed and turned for almost an hour, staring at the ceiling, listening to the faint hum of the night outside. Her mind kept circling back to him... the way he’d looked at her before she went to bed, the sound of his voice when he said Stay here.
Finally, she gave up. She slipped on her robe and stepped quietly into the hallway. The house was dim, lit only by the soft glow of lights under the counters.
That was when she saw him.
Dominic stood by the kitchen counter, shirtless, drinking water straight from a glass. The muscles in his back shifted slightly as he turned toward her. The sight made her heart skip.
He set the glass down. “Couldn’t sleep?”
Izzy shook her head. “No. You?”
“Same,” he said, voice low. “My head’s too full.”
She walked closer, folding her arms as if to hide her nerves. “You always think about work even at night?”
“Not tonight,” he said, his gaze steady on her. “Tonight my thoughts are… different.”
Her breath caught. “Different how?”
He smiled faintly, almost like he was stopping himself from saying more. Then he reached for another glass. “Would you like a drink? Wine maybe?”
She hesitated, then nodded. “Sure. Just a little.”
He poured and handed her the glass. Their fingers brushed... just that small contact, but it was enough to send warmth up her arm.
“Nice place,” she said softly, trying to sound casual.
He leaned on the counter beside her. “It’s too quiet most of the time.”
She smiled a little. “I can imagine. No one to tell you to stop thinking about business or relax?”
“Exactly.” He looked at her. “You’re good at that though.”
“At what?”
“Making me forget work,” he said simply.
She laughed under her breath. “That’s not something people usually say to their assistant.”
He didn’t answer right away. “You're not just my assistant,” he said finally, voice soft, serious.
That line hung between them, quiet and heavy.
Izzy’s pulse quickened. She looked away, pretending to study the glass in her hand. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because…” She hesitated. “
Dominic stepped closer, his tone low “ We agreed to be honest about what we want. No lies. No pretending.”
She looked up at him then... the light from the counter catching in his eyes, making them look darker. “And what do you want?” she asked quietly.
He didn’t answer with words. He just reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his fingers tracing lightly along her jaw.
Her breath hitched.
“Dominic…”
He stopped, his hand still at her cheek. “I want to fuck that pussy and make you scream.. Tell me you don't want that.”
But she didn’t. She couldn’t. The air between them was too charged, too full of things unspoken.
Instead, she set her glass down slowly and whispered, “I do.”
He moved closer then, and for a long moment, the world outside disappeared.
“Do you know what BDSM is? “ he asked pushing her to the couch.
“I guess… I don't understand what it truly is. I know it has to do with submission… dominance.. Slave” her voice dropped..
He chuckled
“Most people don't understand what it truly means and when they hear the word slave they think control and pain. But that's not what it is.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.. It's just role play and it works with trust”
She listened to everything he said carefully but her mind wandered to how his lips felt on her nipples.
“Would you like to try with me, Izzy?” He asked softly “We would start with the simple things.. The basic.”
“The basic?” She repeated
“Yes, like this “ he lifts her dress until her pantie is completely exposed.
Slid his fingers into her slowly as her hip twitched from his touch. Moving in and out of her pussy slowly.
“It feels good doesn't it Izzy?” He teases.
She could barely speak.. Grinding her hips towards his finger craving for more.
His fingers went in faster and harder than without warning he stopped.
“Take them off.”
She trembled as she took off her panties
“Beautiful,” he murmurs lightly tapping her bare pussy sending pleasure-pain through her. “So wet already.”
He traced the tip of his finger around her clit. Circling and teasing her.
“Damn. Put in already” Izzy's mind went crazy as she thought to herself.
He stared at her watching her hunger for more.
He pludge his fingers into her.. Deep inside her..
“F..fuck..yes!” she cries out
“You like that huh?” he says slowly pulling his finger out
“No” she whimpered” Don't stop.. Please.. I need it.. Dominic
“What did you just call me?” He asked
“D..Dominic” She moaned
“You're being disobedient.. Don't ever call me Dominic when I fucking shit out of you.”
“Now taste yourself “
Her cheek burned. Then slowly she leaned forward and licked his finger. Tasting her pussy juices felt intimate.
Suddenly he grabbed her chin making her meet his eyes.
“Don't start acting shy with me Izzy,” he says sharply” Take all my fingers in your mouth and suck them now we will try this again okay?”
“Yes”
“I'll fuck you with my fingers and then you suck it.. All of them. okay?”
“Y..yes “She nods, parting her legs exposing her wet pussy to him.
Without any words, he slides two fingers into her wet cunt, twisting and moving faster.
“Oh… f….ukkk” She moaned
“You're such a slut.” He smiles
She nods “I am”
Now are you ready to taste your juices
She nodded and he dragged his fingers up to her lips.
This time she didn't hesitate. She grabbed his wrist and sucked. Tongues sliding down his fingers. She could see the corner of his mouth twitching with approval.
Then without warning he yanked his hands away and slid his fingers back into her pussy. He went in deeper.. Faster in and out.
It wasn't enough… what she desired was his
Cock.