Page 80 of Dominate
He fists himself in front of me, stroking from the base to the tip. His gaze sweeping my body, his forearm flexing with each pump. “But to fully dominate something is beautiful as well. Do you agree?”
“Oh my God, yes,” I cry out, my legs squeezing together over my hand in needy frustration.
The bed dips as Gareth crawls up between my legs and stills my hand with his. I watch him curl his fingers tightly around my wrists and move them off to the side. He presses them down into the mattress, leaning over me and whispering against my lips, “What would you do if I took this all away?”
“Took what away?” I pant, feeling the soft head of his erection brush my inner thighs.
“My mouth, my hands, my body, my cock…Me.”
He dips his head down to my breasts and latches onto my nipple, sucking it in harsh and sharp. I cry out from the throbbing sensation that shoots straight from my breast and pools between my legs.
“Fuck me, Gareth!” I beg, my voice a mixture of throaty desire and desperation. “Please, please fuck me.”
He releases my nipple and bites his lip. There’s a possessive expression in his eyes as he looks down at me, like I am exactly how he wants me. Complacent and wanting. Limp and waiting.
His hands cinch tighter around my wrists. “You want me to fuck you, Treacle?”
“Yes!” I exclaim, wrapping my legs around his hips and pulling him to me. “Please, Gareth. I need you to fuck me.”
His body stiffens against me, his hands relaxing their grip. “You need me?” he asks, his face unreadable in the dark.
“I need you,” I beg, my hands slipping out of his grip and slowly trailing up his arms in tender, loving caresses. “I need you so much.”
He inhales deeply and positions himself at my entrance. He holds himself there, waiting for my eyes to connect with his. “You’re mine, Sloan. You understand that?”
“Yes,” I answer, my body a mess of chaotic stirrings and overwhelming desires.
In one huge thrust, Gareth fills me. Fills me perfectly. Fills me like he was created just for me. Body and soul.
TODAY FEELS LIKE ANY NORMALday. The money that’s coming my way still a bit like a dream. A foreign concept that I haven’t fully accepted as my own. Right now, my focus is on adjusting to having a dog in the house and keeping him away from the clothes that Freya and I are tailoring for our clients.
After last night, I get the feeling that something has shifted with Gareth. I’m not sure if it’s the stress of the World Cup approaching or what, but he still feels off. When he left for training this morning, he didn’t wake me like he normally does. He simply slipped out without a word.
Freya, Sophia, and I are busy making dinner when my doorbell buzzes. With excited eyes, Sophia dashes for the door, and I call after her, “Check the camera before you open it!”
I wipe my hands off and head over to see who it is when I hear Sophia exclaim, “It’s Daddy!”
She opens the door and wraps her arms around his hips in a tight hug. It’s been over two weeks since he has seen her, so it’s no surprise that she’s having this level of reaction.
Callum’s smile seems stiff as he pats Sophia’s head awkwardly. “Hello, Sophia.”
“Did you come to have dinner with us?” she asks brightly. “Did you come to see Rexy? Mum says we have to keep him in the yard when it’s nice out. Come out back, I’ll show you!”
She grabs Callum’s hand and tries to pull him into the foyer.
“Not right away, Sophia. I need to talk to your mum first.” He looks up at me and smiles awkwardly. “Do you have a minute?”
Suddenly, Freya appears in the foyer with us and tuts, “Sophia! I think you and I should take Rex for a walk. Show him around the neighbourhood. What do you say?”
“Yes!” Sophia exclaims, but then her face falls. “Daddy, will you still be here when I get back? Can you stay for dinner?”
Callum looks over at me and plasters on a smile. “I’d love to if it’s okay with your mum.”
Sophia turns wide, pleading eyes to me. “Mummy Gumdrops, pleeease, can Daddy stay for dinner? Please, please, please!”
Anxiety bubbles in my chest because I know Gareth will be coming over soon, but I don’t know how I can possibly say no to her. Fighting back my eye roll, I nod and reply, “Sure.”
She squeals with delight, then grabs Freya’s hand, yanking her down the hall and out to the backyard to get Rex.
