Page 313 of Phobia
“I’m not breaking your rules,” I add quickly before his dialling finger gets twitchy. “I just need you to understand… I need to explain.”
Dom breathes deeply, the tension lessening, but he still holds me close.
“I’m not scared of getting pregnant, not really. It’s what happens when the baby’s ready to come out… that’s… my mum…”
“You’re safe with me,” Dom whispers, and even though I shouldn’t, I want to believe him.
Searching for the words, I take a deep breath in. “Being tortured by a sadist would’ve been easier than what happened to her.” I swallow the rising lump and push on. “Everything that could go wrong, did. They didn’t know I was in the wrong position when she started pushing. They cut her open. She lay on the table with her organs on a metal plate as she bled out from the artery they severed while saving me.”
I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, trying to escape the scene I conjured.
“It doesn’t mean it’ll happen to you.”
“Shediedbecause of me, Dom.”
He opens his mouth to object, but I beat him to it—I’ve heard all the arguments before. “I deserve the same fate, and that’s why I do my best to avoid it, but now you’re putting me at ris-”
“I would never,” Dom growls before looking away, his jaw grinding like he’s having a battle of his own. “You won’t meet the same fate as your mum, Naomi. If I could tear the fear from your mind, I would because that’s all it is… your mind. I’m going to spend the next nine days showing you exactly what you’re made of.”
The war in him seeps out, one hand fisting my hair, the other holding my jaw captive—the passion in his words affecting more than my thoughts. “Now get on that bed, so I can fill you up and make you love every second of it.”
My mouth moves to protest, but no sound comes out. Dom’s made himself clear. If I want to bargain, it’ll be Ant who pays.
I’m on the pill. It will be OK,and if it’s not… I deal with it.
Stepping backwards, I reach the bed as Dom stalks over and shoves my suitcase to the floor, his eyes wild. “Undress.”
I do as he asks, my hands shaking with fear, my body pulsing with desire. It’s more than attraction. To be wanted like this by a man so powerful is exhilarating. I need to remember that it’s me who’s made him this way. He’s taken control of my body, but I’m not entirely powerless.
I remind myself of this as my clothes fall to the floor, revealing my plain underwear—I thought I was getting on a plane after all—but it does nothing to lessen the lust in his eyes.
“Off.”
Sliding them down, I look more awkward than sexy, but I don’t think Dom cares about pretence. On instinct, I lick my lips, and my fingers move towards his trousers, readying my final mode of defence.
Dom bats them away. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth plenty,” he warns, his husky voice causing me to clench my legs.
How can I be afraid and wet?
The fear usually dries me up, and I’m scared. I feel it beating against my senses, yet the desire to be consumed by Dom is stronger.
“But not now,” Dom continues. “I need to prove to you that you can do it. That you can take me bare, knowing I’m going to come inside you. You’re going to ride my dick until you’re raw.”
My breath hitches, my brain reminding me what that could mean.
Dom’s head tilts to the side. “Since you’re being so good right now, I’m going to ease you in.” He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he undresses, climbs on the bed, and lays back, beckoning me with his fingers. “First, you get to ride my face.”
My heart races, and my core pulses—my mind applauding the delay, my body begging for release. Stepping onto the bed, I reach the top and lift one knee over Dom’s head. His hands immediately grip my hips and pull me onto him.
We groan in unison, and my hips rotate as soon as Dom’s tongue collides with my clit. Lifting me for a second, Dom licks his lips. “Don’t show me any mercy, Naomi…” His eyes darken. “Because you’ll get none from me.”
“Agh!” Dom’s mouth goes back to work, licking and sucking at a dizzying speed. I move in time with him, my hips bucking as I grind against him. One hand still holds me in place, but the other slides under. Pushing a finger inside, he pumps in rhythm with my movements.
“Shit… Dom, I’m going to come.” I feel it building already, there’s no escaping it, and I don’t want to. I let the warm wave wash over me, consuming me in a shield of pleasure no fear can penetrate. Seconds later, I grab onto the headboard, my body shuddering, but Dom doesn’t stop until he pushes me over the edge, and I’m calling his name.
The instant I finish, Dom flips me onto my back and leans above me, his erection touching my rear, his hips keeping me spread wide. That’s all it takes for the fear to take hold. No longer safe, the pleasure fades into a distant memory. I grip Dom’s shoulders, my nails digging in, but he doesn’t care. He expected the change in me, even if I let myself have a moment to forget.
“I’m going to make you squirt on me every day.”
