Page 282 of Phobia
I’m in control of my body.I can let Dom lead this. Condoms and the pill combined are about as good as it gets. Not as good as not having sex at all, but that’s not an option right now. While my head’s in complete meltdown, my body is on fire.
Dom is the flame, and I’m the moth desperate for more of his touch, his strength, even if it kills me.
The cool air does nothing to ease the burn or the turmoil, and the slamming of the fire door sends knives flying into my spine. I’m on high alert. It’s fight or flight.
Live or die.
“I’m only twenty minutes from here.” Dom’s gravelly tone seeps into my mind, and I follow him into the black Range Rover.
The driver smiles as I slide in, closing the door behind me, but Dom pulls me onto his knee before I can reach for my seatbelt.
I try to wriggle away, but he holds me firm. “If the police stop us, you’ll be in trouble.”
“The police don’t stop me.” He states it as a fact before leaning in to suck at my exposed chest.
That’s weird, but I don’t have time to read into it. I need to get control of this situation. “How many drivers do you have?” I ask, trying to find another way to keep his lips busy.
He doesn’t pull away as the man in question takes his seat. “Ron’s my only driver.”
“That’s me.” Ron starts the engine. “Just pretend I’m not here.”
Dom nips at my neck, causing me to gasp, my hips moving involuntarily.
Not yet… not here.“Who was the other guy then?”
Dom groans, tightening his grip on my waist. “Frank.”
“Wh-”
“He’s keeping your cousin safe.”
Kelly. “I should text her-”
“Naomi!” Dom growls. “If you don’t shut up and relax, I’ll put that mouth to work elsewhere.”
Another blowjob… I can do that. My jaw may drop off, but it’ll buy me more time.
Some women enjoy giving head, while others do it early in a relationship and then phase it out. Me… I made it my mission to perfect the art of cock sucking—and it is an art. Small, slightly bent, or long and thick like Dom’s; different dicks require different techniques, and I’ve mastered them all. It helps that men love nothing more than seeing you enjoying taking them deep.
In the past, I’ve been lucky and managed to keep my one-night flings—on the rare occasion they occur—strictly oral. Drunken men don’t always have the best stamina and generally don’t care which hole they fuck, as long as there’s a happy ending.
I don’t think that’s going to be the case with Dom.
As if sensing what I’m thinking, Dom grips my chin and pulls my face closer to his. “I definitely want a repeat performance because your mouth is fucking exceptional. But Ineedto be inside you.” His hand trails up my inner thigh, forcing my legs to open for him.
Fire and ice; fantasy and crippling fear. The contradiction of wanting something so badly, even though it’s the source of my nightmares.
“You have condoms?” I ask as Dom starts rubbing against my underwear, still soaked from our previous session.
“Patience…” He grins against my lips. “I’m not fucking you here. Ron sees and hears everything.”
“True,” Ron responds, unaffected. “Very good at turning a blind eye, though.”
Dom chuckles, and I sink my teeth into his thick bottom lip. “Answer the question.”
“Aren’t you on the pill?”
Fuck yes!“No.”There’ll be no free pass here.
