Page 287 of Phobia
I need to leave.“Maybe we should stop. I’m not into this.”
“Aren’t you? Because your pussy has my fingers in a death grip, and you were grinding against my hand like your life depended on it.”
“I wasn’t!”Was I?
Leaning back, Dom removes his fingers and grips my thighs, spreading me wide. “You didn’t realise, did you?” Releasing one of my legs, he holds the shaft of his cock and lines it up with my entrance.
Don’t be afraid.
“You don’t know what you like, do you?” He locks his eyes with mine, daring my fear to show.
It’s there, waiting.
“You’ve spent your life listening to your fears instead of your body.” He pushes in a little, and I jerk up, hands out, ready to push him away. Dom grabs my wrists, easily holding them in one of his large hands. Using a knee, he lifts my bottom and slaps it hard.
I scream, and he slams me deeper into the bed, pushing inside in one swift motion, stealing my breath from me. “Fuck,” I gasp, trying to relax and adjust to his size.
He’s too big. It’s too tight. The condom will break.
I try to steady my breathing and find a way through this—the logic hiding in the chaos. My mind has succumbed to the depth of my fear, but my body is imprisoned by the strength of the man above me.
His strength. His calm… I need to find a way to make it mine.
Dom moves slowly, watching me the whole time. “You entered that club as a goddess,” he says, closing his eyes to express his pleasure. “Then you allowed her to be locked away.” He lowers his forehead to mine, his body tensing as he fights for restraint. “I’m going to set her free.”
Slamming my head to the right because it’s the only part of me not in his grip, I force the emotion out of my voice. “I’m not something for you to fix. “I’m not something for you to fix.”
He nuzzles at my neck, picking up the pace with his hips. “No… you’re not,” he grunts. “You’re fucking perfect, and I’m going to make you own it.”
I turn back to face him, and he claims my lips. “Listen to your body, Naomi. What do you feel.”
Scared.I’m scared.
Dom grazes my chin with his teeth in warning. I’m completely exposed to him. “Your body, Naomi… get out of your head before I force you out.”
Doesn’t he get how badly I want to? I’d give anything to be like other women and just fuck with abandon, but every thrust risks tearing the condom. “Agh!”
Dom’s teeth break the skin on my neck, and he sucks hard, bruising me. “What do you feel?”
“Pain!” I grit out, scowling at him.
“Good,” he pants, “that’s your body. Free your mind and focus on what you feel. My touch, my breath, my cock pumping into your tight little cunt.”
I close my eyes, breathing at the pace of his thrusts, speeding up when he does, but getting lighter and shorter as he becomes more brutal. “I’m dizzy,” I gasp.
“What else?”
“My neck hurts… Mmm.”
Dom circles my clit with his thumb, awakening the ache deep inside.
“Fuck yes,” I groan.
“How does it feel?”
I squeeze my eyes tightly closed. “Like I’m on fire. Like I’m going to pass out… shit.”
“What?”
