Page 318 of Phobia
“Open your eyes.”
I force them open and stare into the mirror.
“What do you see?”
“Blood.”
“Close them,” Dom commands. His fingers push back inside, and he rubs my clit with his thumb.
The reprieve I got on Wednesday night was short-lived, and Dom’s now making it his mission to fix me. We fuck, I see stars, he ejaculates inside me, and then he takes me to the mirror. At first, I feel good, still riding the high I can’t avoid because as much as his cock is a problem for me, what it does to me is too amazing to fight.
If only it lasted longer because all too soon, the blood comes. Dom believes it’s my mind playing tricks, but to me, it feels like an omen—my future.
So now he’s onto the next phase of his version of ‘therapy’—making me come whilehiscum drips out of me.
“Clench around my fingers. You know you want to.” Dom grazes my ear with his teeth, picking up the pace with his hands, and I oblige. “Good girl.” He kisses my neck. “Shall I make you feel good? Do you want me to make it all better?”
“Yes.”Shit!Where did that come from?
Dom pushes me to the floor and dives straight for my clit. He doesn’t stay there long, just coats his tongue in our cum and then climbs up my body and claims my mouth.
“How does it taste?”
“Good,” I groan, “I want more.”
Dom pulls back, his face serious. “It tastes good because there’s nothing bad here, Naomi. Nothing that can harm you.”
I stare at him, realising I haven’t lost control of my thoughts. It’s just the real me that shines through each time Dom takes the fear away.
Smiling, Dom moves lower. “And you can have as much of it as you like.”
***
The bass pumps, vibrating through the floor, into Dom’s body and then mine. The combined effect of that with the way Dom’s stroking my thigh has me squirming on his lap. He knows it, too, the smug git.
We’re in Vaults, where it all began with my stupid phone and big mouth. I should never have challenged him—or got in his car. I’m sitting with him and his usual crew, the faces that now form part of my daily life and some I’ve never met before. People I don’t want to know, but Dom said he, Frank, Billy, and Tommy had to come, which meant I did too.
I may not have asked Dom about his life, but the fact that I’m here says enough. Dom isn’t a good man, and although I spend my nights drowning in my fears, I’m not scared ofhim. I’m afraid of the potential consequences, that I find myself counting down the seconds till he holds me in bed, but I don’t fear him.
The men here tonight are different, and they’re making Dom different. I can feel the tension and uncertainty lingering in the air. Most of all, I hate how they look at me, like a rabbit waiting to be released so the dogs can chase me down.
“I need the loo,” I whisper in Dom’s ear.
He nods and releases my thigh, and I do my best to stop my legs from shaking as I walk away with too many eyes on me.
Flushing the chain, I take a few deep breaths before leaving the cubicle, then walk to the row of sinks. I spend longer than I need to washing my hands, and when the main door opens, I don’t react—until I see the reflection in the mirror.
“I think you took a wrong turn,” I tell the man, but when he says nothing in response, I give him my full attention.
Brown eyes stare me down, belonging to a man almost as big as Dom, not remotely as handsome but exuding the same level of authority. There’s something familiar in his sneer, but I can’t place him, and even though he’s not been sitting with Dom and the others, I can tell he’s part of his world. I’m guessing he’s one of the unfriendly people Dom warned me about.
“I remember you,” he finally says. “You don’t forget eyes like yours.”
Deciding my mouth will only get me into trouble; I keep it shut.
“I’m Connor. We met here a few weeks ago… just outside that door.” He gestures behind him and steps closer to me. “I’m a good friend of Dom’s, and so are you by the looks of it.”
“I’m nothing… Apart from ready for another drink.” I smile, attempting to defuse the crippling tension while sneaking past him.
