Page 68 of Dominance

“He’s out,” Gloria says, dropping down to join me.

We sit like that for a while, leaning on each other. It’s almost peaceful. Aside from the fact that it’s 4 a.m. and my head is spinning.

Lack of sleep is catching up.

“Come on.” She stands, offering me her hand. “Let’s get some sleep too. You’ve been going too hard.”

“May as well stay here. He’s just going to call us back in the morning to report on how things have gone,” I concede, rising to let her lead me to her old room.

The room is still done up, the bed made.

In the dark, my hands find her, just as she’s untying the straps on her cocktail dress, slipping between the gaps in the fabric to caress skin. Gloria’s breath hitches, her shock quickly corrected as she leans back into me, rolling her hips to press her ass into my crotch.

“I didn’t get a chance to see you move in that dress…”

“You’re welcome to feel me move now.”

“Preferably out of that dress.”

“Only if you ask really, really nicely.”

My lips graze the nape of her neck in response, eliciting a soft moan as I pull my bottom lip along her warm, supple skin. Her earlobe makes a tantalizing appetizer to her lips, and everywhere else I want to kiss as I work my way up.

“Adri … I’ve missed you.”

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to come home, wake you up…”

“Why didn’t you?”

There’s no good answer.

There’s only right now.

Her hand grips through my fitted slacks, scraping up the length of my cock, making me growl with my intentions, with the promises of what I am about to do to her. In the dim lights breaking through the window, I see her head tilt back to my fingers lacing through her hair, hooking the back of her neck to let her arch back, tipping her chest upward for me.

In a heartbeat I find her collarbone, sucking, kissing, licking.

I want to savor every taste of her skin.

All the way down her chest, between her perky, elegantly sculpted tits, the sleek edges of them peeking out over the shimmering satin of her dress. Not for long, though.

“You taste like heaven…”

“You feel like heaven,” she moans, tugging at my zipper with one hand, the other pulling down the cups of her gown to let me in, to show me the sheer, shadowy, moonlit glow of her exquisite breasts, her nipples hard and her skin pebbling to my touch, to my hot breath on her flesh.

I pause, worshiping the sight of her, searing her image in my mind.

When a ruckus echoes through the house.

Stomping feet.

Shouting.

Gloria yelps, covering herself as the door bursts open, light spilling in.

“There you are…” Dom slurs, spittle spraying from his lips.

“We never left.”

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