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She turns away, so I grip her chin and bring her eyes to mine. Time to set a few things straight. “You’re on the pill, aren’t you?”
“Yes but-”
“But you won’t feel safe without a condom.”
She flinches, fear clouding her eyes—I see it now.
“They can tear.”
“Shut up.”
“Fuck you!” she spits.
Welcome back, Naomi.
Gripping her waist, I bring her with me as I move backwards. Reaching the bed, I sit down, forcing her legs apart so she has to straddle me.
“Let me tell you something, Naomi… about me. My world.” Her eyes widen in alarm when I lean into her neck, but her body shudders when I kiss it. “There are no accidents in my world. Nothing happens unless I make it happen. The condom won’t break because I say it won’t break. End of discussion.”
She gasps, and her hips start moving. It would appear my Treacle responds to power.
Reaching for the bedside drawer, I pull out a box of condoms and hold it up for her to see. “I want to push you to your limits. I want to take you to the edge and come with you as you ride me over it.”
A moan escapes, and she grinds against my naked thigh…she’s so wet.So ready.
Taking out a condom, I tear the wrapper with my teeth. “But I can still do that while respecting your rules.”
I lift her off and lay her on the bed; her eyes focus on my dick while I slide the condom on. “Take off your dress.”
Her fingers shake, still afraid, but she does as she’s told. “You’re big.”
“I know.” I grip her chin, claiming her lips, and she moans in response, her tongue searching for mine. Pulling away, I hold her gaze. “There’s no room for fear in my bed. I want you to fulfil every desire you have—especially the ones you hide from yourself.”
She blinks, flustered, and I know I’m tapping into what she wants too.
“Embrace this, and you’ll be rewarded.” I claim her mouth, and she wraps her arms around my neck, holding me in place. After a few seconds, I nip her lip and lean back. “But know this, Naomi. Fear will be punished.”
Chapter 11
Never in my life have I been this turned on. I stare at him, waiting for him to break or feel embarrassed by his words. It doesn’t happen. Unlike the other men I’ve been with, Dom doesn’t just play the big man. He’s exactly who he claims to be: in control.
“Punished how?” I ask, my core throbbing. “Agh!”
Dom’s teeth sink into my nipple, his tongue doing little to ease the burning pain.
I glare at him, but he just grins as his hand slides between my core. “I swear you just got wetter, Naomi. Did you like that?”
Yes…No. I don’t know.
“Do you even know what you like?” He pushes a finger inside, and I gasp, my back arching off the bed.
“I like that,” I moan.
Dom leans lower and gently nips my bottom lip as his finger flexes inside me. “That’s basic biology because I know where to touch you.” He pushes another finger in, stretching me, and I dig my nails into his shoulders in response as the pressure builds. “What do you think about when you’re fucking yourself?”
I don’t think.I just scratch the itch in the safest way possible. Alone. “Shit!”
Dom’s teeth grip my other nipple, pulling the sensitive flesh until it’s taught. Releasing it, he blows against the throbbing skin before cupping my chin. “You can’t hide anymore, Naomi. I see your fear, and it’s not welcome.”
