Page 11 of Dangerous Games

“Oh my god…” I lose it, clawing at his shoulders and head as he eats me. The way he hums and growls intensifies every situation until I’m convulsing, pulling his face eagerly into my pussy. I moan and scream, jerking on the bed. I’ve never had this, never once a man who wanted to make me feel this way. Most of them don’t even care if I get off. But Dominic is not that type. It’s like he gets more pleasure out of getting me off than his own release. I whine and whimper, and when I collapse back to the bed with my eyes shut, I feel his fingers searching me.

“Your pussy is tight. I need to loosen you up a bit or you’re going to tear.” He plunges a few fingers into me, and I have no idea what he means. I’m not tight. I’ve had plenty of partners, but I’m not going to complain. “Fuck, I can’t wait to slide into you.” He shoves another finger into my slit, and I hiss as it fills me. Three fingers hook up into me, massaging my insides, finding my g-spot.

“Oh god… oh my god,” I groan. I can’t reach him, so I grip the sheets again. It’s so intense I may come all over him again, and the instant he presses his thumb to my clit I’m writhing.

“Yeah, that’s a good girl. God, your tits bounce so perfectly when you do that.” His voice drives me insane with lust. I swear if he says my name again, I’m going to lose it. No one says my name, not while they fuck me. Because no one knows my name. I’m not any man’s bitch.

“Shit… Dom…” I’m panting, on the verge of begging him for it, when he leans over me, the scent of my juices on his face meeting my nostrils.

“I knew you wanted me, Nanette.”

It hits me like a ton of bricks, the convulsions and spasms. I come so hard my body loses its ability to maintain control. It squirts everywhere, the fluid and cum mingling as I tense, and jerk and Dominic seems to enjoy every second.

“Oh, God that’s so hot. Fuck you’re sexy, Nanette. Do it, come for me.” His hand fucks me so hard I don’t even know how his cock will compare. He slams into me, filling me and making me writhe over and over. I’m spent, exhausted already and sated, but he’s not.

I sigh, melting into the mattress, and he leans over me, stroking himself. My body is weak and heavy, fully relaxed as he says, “This might hurt a bit, but I promise it will be worth it.”

The head of his cock slips up and down my slit and I spread my legs to him. Just as his tip dips into me, I look up at him. He’s hungry, feral even, as he shoves his dick all the way to my back wall with one thrust. I swear I feel something tear. He’s massive, stretching me and filling me fuller than I’ve ever been.

“Oh fuck,” I groan, my hands instinctively reaching for his hips as he starts thrusting. He’s right. The searing pain of his cock ripping me open is replaced instantly by a pleasure I’ve never felt. “Oh, holy fuck.”

He grunts as he thrust, leaning on the bed. His chest is inches from mine, his breath dusting across my tits making my nipples harden further. “God you’re gorgeous. I’d fuck you every day if you let me,” he growls, gripping a breast. And then he does something I never do. His lips brush over mine, and he nips at my lower lip.

I turn my head, but his hand moves from my chest to my chin. He turns me back to face him and stares me in the eye. What I see there scares me, but not because he’s angry or hostile. It’s different. It’s intimate. And I can’t fight it. His mouth collides with mine again and I kiss him back. I never kiss any man, but I kiss him, hungrily devouring everything he will give me.

I whimper into his mouth and clench around his thick cock as he fucks me harder and harder. I cry out in pain and pleasure until I’m so close to the edge those cries become pants and whimpers. “Now… Dom now…”

His explosion meets mine and he collapses onto me, nearly suffocating me as he slides in and out. I spasm around him, milking him as he dumps his seed into me, and he shudders when he’s finished and I continue twitching beneath him. This isn’t supposed to happen. I’m not supposed to want him, and I’m definitely not supposed to kiss him. He pulls out and stands. His cum slides from my body puddling on the sheets and I leap up, reaching for something, anything to clean the mess.

“Leave it. Mika will clean it up.”

“She’ll know we–”

“You think she doesn’t know who I am and what I do?” His tone turns harsh, and I look down feeling scolded.

The magic is broken. Dominic is not some amazing man I just had incredible sex with. He’s a beast. A beast who is holding me captive. I have to remember that, remind myself every time I feel a bit enchanted by him—or aroused.

But I did what he wanted. I fucked him. Now I want what I want. “Can I go now? I need to get to Jimmy, make sure he’s alright.”

A deep rumble of a laugh emanates from his chest, and I tense. I feel anger welling up inside me. I make fists of my hands and keep my back turned to him. I can hear him dressing as he laughs and I stand there naked, unashamed now. “You can’t keep me here. I gave you what you wanted.”

“You didn’t answer my questions.”

I whip around, ready to pounce on him, and see that he’s already mostly dressed. God, he did that fast. He sits on the edge of the bed, away from the cum stain, and puts his shoes on, then stands and buttons his shirt. “You tell me what I want to know, and I’ll let you go, but Jimmy stays until he does the job.”

Tell him? What he wants to know? Why does he want to know it? How does he know that is the one thing I can never do? I feel tears burning behind my eyelids and I pick up one of the pillows I threw at him earlier.

“You bastard! You are such a piece of shit,” I scream at him, slamming the pillow across his body. He bats it away as he reaches for his suit coat, shirt not even tucked in. “I hate you. You let me go!”

He grabs the pillow and stares me in the eye. “Play nice, Nanette or you won’t get the pleasure of having my cock again.”

I smack him hard across the face and he smirks at me before walking out. I’m enraged, but I listen to his footsteps on the hallway floor. He didn’t lock the door…

7

DOMINIC

Isit in my study thinking about Nanette, wondering how she’s feeling after that. I’m not a heartless bastard; I know she has to be sore. She just has a way of finding every last nerve and getting on it, maybe in part because I let her. I’m usually collected, more so than I was in the room just now, but I let her get under my skin. The closed-circuit TV shows me she is getting dressed. That’s a good sign. At least she’s not planning to lie in bed all day and mope.

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