Dirty Dom(17)

But I won’t admit I want it; because it’s wrong.

I swallow thickly as his eyes darken and narrow. They travel my body with dark desire as he contemplates what to do with me. I’m paralyzed with a deadly mixture of lust and fear. His hand tightens on my wrist while the other wraps around my throat. He squeezes just before the point of too much. It’s not a struggle to breathe, but I’m pinned to the door. Completely at his mercy. He holds my body still while he leans in. “You wanna fight me, doll?”

I press my lips into a hard line and struggle in his grasp. My body twists and writhes but it’s no use. He huffs a humorless laugh. “All you had to do was tell me,” he leans in closer and bites down hard on my neck, making me scream out. The painful pinch of his bite intensifies the throbbing need burning in my core. He whispers in my ear, “say red.”

I still with confusion. Red?

“Say red and it all stops. Do you understand?” My eyes widen as I realize what he’s saying.

“Yes.” The word comes out easy in absolute submission. Hope and lust stir in my blood.

“Say it.” His words are hard and short.

“Red.” It whips from my mouth.

His hand loosens on my throat, “good girl, now fight me like you want to.” In a flash, he turns my body and pushes me hard against the door. His left hand keeps my wrists pinned while his other rips my pants down my thighs; the fabric burns across my skin as he forces them down. I think to scream but I don’t.

I don’t want to scream. I don’t want anyone to know.

His thick fingers tear the lace scrap covering my pussy and his fingers dip into my heat as I whimper. “You’re such a fucking slut. So wet for me. Wet for a dirty, hard fuck.” I hear his zipper and that’s when it hits me. Fuck! He’s not going to put on a condom. I start to open my mouth, but I don’t. I can’t ruin this. I buck my body against his and his grasp on my wrist slips. I hear him stumble back and I run for the living room.

My pants fall even farther down my legs and hinder my movements. I trip and scream out, but his corded arms wrap around my body and cushion my blow. He pins me down as I thrash under him. My fingers dig into the carpet. I try to move away but I can’t. I can’t get out from under him. I can’t turn around.

His blunt finger nails dig into the flesh of my hips, tilting me up and before I can move, before I can think of a way to fight him. He thrusts himself into me to the hilt.

“Fuck!” He yells out as I moan into the carpet.

I feel the sting of his massive size stretching my walls. I try to get up, but his strong hand splays across my back and pushes me down while his other keeps a firm grip on my hip and he pounds into me. Again and again. My body heats as the pleasure grows in my core. He ruts into me like a beast claiming his prey.

“Yes!” I scream into the floor.

He leans down, keeping up his relentless pace. “That’s right doll; you fucking love this. You love me fucking your tight, little cunt.” His dirty words send me over the edge. My body convulses under him as intense pleasure wracks through my body. My back tries to arch, but he keeps me pinned and he pounds into me without mercy. My walls pulse around him and he pushes deeper into me. I scream into the floor as waves and waves of hot cum fill me. I lay limp on the ground, loving the feeling of being used. Loving how he took everything he wanted from me.

My bliss is shattered as I hear a beep alert that I got a text message. Reality slaps me in the fucking face. I scramble underneath of him to get up. The word is there, ready to pounce, but he lets me up. I kick my pants off and dig in my purse in the front hall for my iPhone.

Running 5 mins late – sorry!

It’s a text from Sarah. I check the time. Shit! It’s almost six. My hand covers my mouth. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I didn’t get shit done. I drop the phone and grab my pants, searching frantically for my torn underwear he threw somewhere. Holy fuck. Sarah’s coming with Jax and his play date. I don’t even remember which kid it is that’s coming over. Holy hell, I’m a fucking mess.

“Are you okay?” I look up at the sex god standing in the middle of my living room. He just fucked me for a second time and I don’t even know his name. Tears form in my eyes as I shake my head. Slut. His word rings in my head as my throat closes and my chest hollows.

He wraps his arms around me, “it’s alright doll. It’s okay.”

He doesn’t understand. I push away from him. “You need to leave. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t-” I can’t finish. I don’t know what to say to him.

He looks at me like I’ve slapped him. And I guess I may as well have. But what did he honestly expect. He came here to fuck me and he did. He won. It’s over. I open the front door and stay behind it so no one will see. I lower my gaze to the floor, “I can’t.”