Page 69 of The Dom

“We always seem to get interrupted when we need to talk.” His thumb traced my cheekbone. “Maybe I should tell Angus not to let us out until we’ve said what we needed to say.”

The smile dancing around his lips told me he was half-joking. “Being locked in a car with you for the unforeseeable future doesn’t sound too bad to me.”

His smile settled, curving his mouth in a way that made me want to kiss him. Then again, there weren’t too many times I didn’t want to kiss him.

“You asked me to think about what I wanted from this relationship,” he said. “I did, and I talked to Finley because I needed someone to tell me to get my head out of my ass.”

“And did he?”

“More or less.” Nate’s expression sobered. “I want this to be something, Ashlee. Not like anything I’ve had before. Every relationship I’ve been in, I’ve always had one eye on the door, waiting to get bored, waiting for something better. I don’t feel that with you. When I call you my girlfriend, I want you to know that, for the first time in my life, I mean it how most people mean it. I’m looking toward a future.”

A thrill went through me, but I didn’t interrupt him. We both needed to know what the other was thinking, or this would never work. No interruptions until we’d said it all. I didn’t really care how fast or slow we took things – as clearly evidenced by the fact of how quickly we’d slept together – as long as we were moving forward.

“I don’t know what that’s going to look like each step of the way, but this is more real than anything I’ve ever had, and I will try my damnedest not to lose it.”

Nothing I could say would be able to compare to that, so I didn’t even try. I kissed him this time, my mouth covering his as I attempted to show him how his words made me feel. The rest of the ride back to his place was heat and touch and the sorts of embarrassing noises that would have mortified me if I’d actually been capable of thinking about anything other than how much I never wanted this to stop.

I gave Angus a sheepish wave when he opened the door for us, and he winked as we passed. I pressed my face against Nate’s arm, certain that evidence of our activities was written all over my face for all the world to see. Not that we’d actually been doing much to be embarrassed about, especially not when I knew something far less innocent was waiting for me in Nate’s apartment.

He’d whispered things to me in the car, the words low murmurs of promises too licentious, too wicked for good girls, though not too much for me to hold tight, hoping for each and every one of them. He’d given me enough fodder for years to come, and I was more than eager to continue with our lessons.

Once inside his place, he sent me to his bedroom with instructions. I was to undress and stand in front of the full-length mirror, my hands clasped behind me, back to the door. I wasn’t there for long when he joined me, stripping off his clothes so that he was completely naked by the time he was standing behind me, his cock brushing against my back.

“Have you ever watched yourself come?” He pressed his lips against the side of my neck. “Recorded yourself masturbating? Done it in front of a mirror?”

I shook my head, my eyes glued to his reflection. His hands slid over my sides, then up my ribcage to cup my breasts, thumbs moving back and forth across my nipples until they were tight little bullets, desperate for attention. My breathing came faster as heat coiled in my belly, my body eager for the release he’d bring me. When he dropped his hands, I made a sound of protest, half-expecting him to punish me for it…and more than half wanting him to do exactly that.

He didn’t say anything, though, as he went to the plush chair in the corner and dragged it until it was directly behind me. He sat down and reached out to grasp my hips, turning me toward him. I smiled as he pulled me onto his lap, my knees straddling his legs, but when he kept me from getting close enough to get him inside, I frowned.

“Not yet,” he said with a chiding smile. “I just wanted to get your tits closer to my mouth.”

I groaned as his lips closed around my nipple. I put my hands on his shoulders for balance, but I needn’t have worried about that. His hands moved to my back, holding me in place as he sucked and licked until I was writhing in his lap, practically ready to come right then and there. Then, suddenly, a bright flash of pain and my eyes shot open. He grinned up at me, his teeth still lightly holding my nipple.

“Again, please, Mr. Lexington.”

His eyes darkened, and he turned to the other one, repeating every toe-curling moment. My head fell back, and I cursed, nails digging into his shoulders until a hiss of pain snapped me back to attention. I stared at his skin, horrified that I’d broken through in a couple places.

I started to apologize, but he put a finger on my lips.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot that is?”

“I made you bleed.”

He bit the side of my breast, just enough to hurt but not enough to cause any damage. “And every time I feel them, I’ll remember exactly what you looked like when you did it. I’ll probably have to hide behind my desk for most of the next couple days to avoid some awkward conversations about why I’m hard.”

I had to admit, some primal part of me liked the fact that I’d marked him as mine, even if no one else would see the wounds.

“Now, stand up.”

I was confused but did as he instructed. He opened a condom wrapper and rolled it on, his fist sliding down the thick shaft and then back up again. I had the sudden urge to tell him that we didn’t need anything between us, but I kept the thought to myself. I trusted that he wasn’t having sex with anyone else, and I was fairly sure I’d been on the pill long enough now for it to be effective, but I knew we weren’t at that trust level yet.

“Turn around.”

I did, still not understanding until I remembered we were right in front of the mirror. His fingers curled over my hips, and he guided me back until I was almost sitting on his lap. When he draped my legs on either side of his knees and spread me open, I realized what he was doing.

Fuck.

“Look at how wet you are,” he said as he reached around to slide his finger inside me. “Now, pay attention. I don’t want you to miss a second of what’s coming. I want you to see my cock disappearing into this tight, hot cunt. I want you to see your swollen clit as it throbs, begging for friction. I want you to watch me fuck you until you come.”

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