Chapter 50 Fifty
Argh.” She hissed as his hand reached up her chest , roughly yanking her shirt down before pulling her breast out of her bra.
A shiver ran thought her as he leaned in, taking in ner nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking her nipple as he kept thrusting faster.
“Oh… mmmmmm.” She cried out her hand flying to his head as his other hand slid under her bra, pulling her other nipple and giving her a hard pinch.
A sharp sensation shot through her spine. And she could feel herself getting close to the edge .. she was about to cum.
Dominic noticed he released her nipples and grabbed both her hands and pinned them above her head and leaned in , his lips claiming hers in a brutal kiss.
Her moans where swallowed by his mouth she wrapped her legs around his waist wanting him to fuck her harder. He thrust became more faster, more deeper.
“Fuck your pussy is mine pumpkin” he whispered thrusting more deeper and harder.
Fuck she was so close
“Cum for me my sluty doll. Cum for Zaddy.”
The moment the words left his mouth, he covered her mouth with his hand. Muffing her cry as she cum trembling uncontrollably .
“Good girl.”he grunted his thrust getting rougher as he chased for his own release”you’re squeezing me so tightly , fuck.”
Her breath ragged as she trembling beneath him. He remove his hand from her mouth and slid it lower to her neck
She inhaled as his grip her neck not too tight. Closing her eyes and arching her back, Dominic thrust became sloppy and fast.
“That’s it.”he rasped his voice barely a whisper”Take my cock. Let it fuck your pussy. Make me cum.”
She bit her bottom lip as Dominic hips jerked inside her with one hard thrust be began to cum spilling his hot cum inside her.
She exhaled as a warm rush flooded her, a moan slipped out of her lips as her body went limp to weak to move .
His hand loosens around her neck and he gently pulled out. He wrapped his hand around her waist, lifting her up and setting her on the desk.
She breathed heavily .
For a brief moment none of them spoke a word, they just stared at each other.
As she was about to speak and break the silence, Dominic leans in , closing the space between them and kissed her. His lips brushed hers softly. she responded wrapping her hands around his neck, pulling him closer and kissing him back . Her eyes shut and her heart pounding wildly .
He pulled aways his hand gently brush her cheek and with a smile
“Whatever you want I’ll get it for you.”
Dominic’s thumb brushed her cheek one more time, the softness of the gesture completely at odds with the raw intensity that had just passed between them. His gaze dropped to her lips, then slowly lifted back to her eyes.
She tried to dress up… but he stopped her off gently, placing a finger against her mouth.
“Don’t,” he whispered. “Not yet.”
He lowered his hand to her thigh, his palm firm, sliding down the length of her leg. His voice deepened, low and commanding.
“Don’t put your panties back on.”
Her breath hitched.
“Dominic…”
He stepped between her knees, his grip tightening possessively at her waist.
“I said,” he murmured, his lips brushing her jaw, “leave them off.”
The command sent a tremor racing through her.
He straightened, adjusting his shirt with slow, precise movements, eyes never leaving her. There was something dangerous about the way he looked at her…like he’d already made up his mind about her and she didn’t stand a chance of escaping it.
“Get yourself together,” he said quietly, his tone dropping into that low authority that always made her pulse jump. “Smooth your clothes, fix your hair.”
She swallowed, sliding off the desk, her legs still shaking. He steadied her with one hand at her hip, his touch brief but grounding.
When she grabbed her panties from the floor, he stopped her with a single, sharp look.
“No.”
Her hand froze.
His voice softened… but the command didn’t.
“You’re going downstairs exactly like this,” he said. “And you’re going to sit back with the others and pretend nothing happened. I want your pussy to remember.”
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
“Dominic… it’s crazy.. I can’t sit down like without …”
“It doesn’t matter..,” he cut in, stepping closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “It’s mine..your pussy it’s mine to fuck, mine to touch . Mine to do whatever I want with it. You’re going down without your panties on. No argument.”
A shiver passed through her, hot and uncontrollable.
He smoothed her shirt for her, his fingers grazing just enough to make her breath catch. Then he stepped back, restoring his cold, composed exterior in seconds… as if he hadn’t been the one touching her minutes ago.
He picked up his phone from the stool, glanced at it, then looked at her again.
“Head downstairs, pumpkin,” he said softly, almost teasingly but with a weight that left no room for argument. “Go back to the concert. I’m sure the rest are already searching for you.”
Her pulse fluttered wildly in her throat.
“And you?” she whispered, gathering herself.
He paused at the door, looked over his shoulder, and his mouth curved in that faint, wicked smile that always undid her.
“I will have to get back to work.”
With that, he stepped out, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving her breathless, flustered, and fighting the urge to crumble to her knees.
Izzy took a slow breath and fixed her shirt again, trying to calm the shakiness in her legs. She checked her reflection in the small art-room window… her lips were still a little swollen, her cheeks warm, her hair slightly messy.
She tried smoothing it down, but the more she tried, the more obvious it looked that something had happened.
“Get it together,” she whispered to herself.
She slipped her panties into her small bag, making sure they were hidden, then straightened her shoulders and opened the door.
The hallway was silent, the faint sound of the concert floating up from outside. Students and staff were all down on the field; no one stood around to see her trying to compose herself.
Her legs felt too light, too warm, too aware of every step she took. Walking without panties made every movement feel different. She hated how it affected her… but also secretly, loved the feeling.
Dominic wanted her like this.
That thought alone made her knees weak.
She made her way down the stairs, gripping the rail once when her balance faltered. She breathed out, forcing herself to keep moving. She had to look normal. She had to act normal.
When she stepped outside, she blended into the crowd quickly. The singer… Ayra Starr, a popular choice… was performing on stage. The energy was high, the lights bright, people cheering and dancing. It was almost too loud, too chaotic for her spinning mind.
She found a spot beside her colleagues, pretending nothing was off. She even smiled when one of them commented on the performance, trying to seem relaxed.
But she felt everything.
Her skin was hypersensitive. The breeze against her legs. The warmth still lingering on her body. The memory of Dominic’s words echoing in her head.
She was doing her best to keep her face neutral when she suddenly felt eyes on her.
She didn’t have to look to know who it was.
But she did anyway.
Across the field, near the edge of the crowd, Dominic stood partly in the shadows. His hands were in his pockets, his posture calm, almost casual… but his eyes were glued to her.
Watching her.
Studying her.
Owning her without touching her.
A small, controlled smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. The kind that said he knew exactly how she was feeling. The kind that said he liked knowing she was standing there with nothing under her skirt because he told her so.
Izzy’s heart jumped.
She looked away quickly, afraid someone would notice her staring. But even as she turned her head, she felt him still watching her, like his presence sat warm and heavy right at her back.
She tried focusing on the performance, but she could feel him from across the field. Every small movement she made.. shifting her weight, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.. felt too noticeable. Too exposed.
After a few minutes, her phone buzzed.
She checked it quietly.
Dominic: Focus Pumpkin. Don’t look at me.or less u want trouble.”
Her breath caught.
Another message came right after.
Dominic: But want you every, pumpkin. Every second.
She swallowed hard and closed the notification before anyone beside her noticed her expression.
She kept her eyes on the stage, pretending to enjoy the music.
But her body was humming.
And she knew exactly why.
Dominic didn’t need to touch her to make her feel claimed.
Just being in the same space was enough.