novelxo Unhinged Desires: Chapter 22
My body is sore, overused, and abused. But I find myself at the gym for my usual self-defence class with Hope.
“Are you okay?” she asks me halfway through the session while everyone else is practicing moves with their partners. For some reason, I always end up with her. I have no doubt it has something to do with Dominic and his obsession with me.
“Yeah, I just didn’t get much sleep.”
“Stalker issues?” She lifts a questioning brow.
I almost forgot I mentioned it to her. “Something like that,” I mumble. Her eyes go to the back of the classroom and I know without looking over my shoulder that he’s here. I can feel his presence—it’s bloody suffocating. “He’s here, isn’t he?” I ask her.
“He?”
“Dominic, your cousin, AKA my stalker.” I sigh.
Hope looks at me with something like concern filling her eyes. “Has he done something to you, Lucy? Has he hurt you in some way? Threatened you?”
I can tell she’s holding her breath, waiting for my reply. “He’s your cousin, so why don’t you tell me? Should I be afraid of him, Hope?”
“I’m honestly not sure.” She shakes her head while flicking her gaze to the floor. “I mean, I don’t think he’d ever hurt a woman but he’s a little different. Always has been. Dom’s a good person, deep down. He just doubts himself a lot. So it’s easier for him to just pretend he’s not. Play the bad guy. Pretend he doesn’t care about anyone, rather than risk being rejected for his… peculiarities.”
“I’ve noticed,” I say.
“Just don’t play with his feelings, Lucy. He might seem like he can handle everything and anything that comes his way, but he’s never had feelings for a girl before. And I fear if his heart breaks, it will end him.”
I nod, even though I don’t think he has those kinds of feelings for me. After we showered last night, he fucked me again. I fell asleep in his arms again. I woke up alone. Again.
Why he’s here all of a sudden, I have no idea, but something about facing the guy I let fuck me six ways to Sunday the night before isn’t very appealing to me right now. I want to escape out a back door, run and hide.
“Well, since I’m not allowed to let anyone else touch you and he’s watching…” Hope smirks and waves Dominic over, allowing the implication to hang in the air.
I want to walk out, tell her I don’t need self-defence after all. Let’s face it, it’s not like I’ve ever even tried to defend myself against the guy. No, as soon as he has his hands on me, I turn to mush and my pussy starts weeping for his attention. I’ve learnt a lot about myself from one sexual encounter with Dom—okay, multiple sexual encounters in one night—and I’m not sure I’m ready to face any of it. I’ve had sex before, but it’s been the fumbling, trying to get the right angles kind of sex.
Sex with Dom was something else altogether. Not to mention, how much I liked the pain aspect as well.
“Dominic, you don’t mind being Lucy’s partner for the last half of the session, do you? No, good. Thanks.” Hope answers for him and struts back to the front of the class, leaving me alone with Dom. A shirtless, sweaty Dom. My eyes feast on his bare torso, running along the length of his muscled arms, the ridges of his chest and abdomen…
“You know, you could take a photo if you wanted.” He smirks at me.
“Why take a photo when every time I turn around, you’re there anyway?”
“For the few times I’m not there.” He shrugs.
“Oh, you mean like first thing in the morning?” I blurt out before clamping my mouth shut. I don’t know why it bothers me that he wasn’t there when I woke up again. For the most part, I was relieved. Thankful to avoid the awkwardness of the “morning after.” But there was a very small part that wanted him to be there, that wanted last night to be more than him just fucking me out of his system.
Dom tilts his head and looks at me in that way that feels like he’s seeing into the depths of my soul. He probably is… and just biding his time before he sucks it right out with his weird supernatural vamp skills or whatever. Because I’m more certain than ever that this man is not human.
“You want me to stay the whole night?” he asks finally.
“No, you can do whatever you want. I don’t need you to stay at all. Don’t worry, you can relax. I’m not going to turn into some stage-five clinger because you fucked me once,” I whisper to him.
“Three times.” He smiles. “I fucked you three times.”
“You’re an idiot.” I laugh.
“I have perfect scores. Intelligence is not one of my downfalls.”
“Why are you here?” I ask, changing the subject. This room isn’t big enough for this man’s ego.
“I was working out. This is my family’s gym.”
“Oh, right. Well, you don’t have to be my partner. You can just go finish whatever you were doing. I can work out with anyone,” I tell him.
A darkness clouds his face and his jaw tightens. His fingers grip my chin as he moves his mouth to my ear. “If you let any of these fucking idiots touch you, Little Bee, I will remove their hands from their body. It’s a lot easier to do than you’d think… with some practice.”
I gasp at the image he just put in my head. He’s joking, right? He has to be. But when I pull away and look at his face, there is no humour there, no lightness to soften the veiled threat.
I swallow. Would he really do that? Is he capable of such violence? And if he is, why am I still clenching my thighs together to ease some of the building arousal?
I glance around the room. I need to get out of here. I need him to get me out of here. I need him…
“I need a shower,” I tell him instead of admitting what I really want. Though I’m pretty sure it’s obvious. Taking his hand, I pull him out of the room with me. I continue walking into the ladies change room and push him into a shower stall.
Dom stands there. Watching me. Not saying a word.
I reach behind him and turn the water on. It’s cold but he doesn’t even flinch. Then I pull my shirt over my head. “I’m going to need you naked, now, Dom,” I say with a sudden burst of confidence while unzipping the front opening of my sports bra.
Within seconds, Dom has his shoes and socks off and his workout shorts and boxers in a pile on the floor. I jump, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He doesn’t miss a beat, catching me under my ass and hoisting me up before pinning me against the cold tiles as our mouths clash together.
“I need you to fuck me,” I whisper between kisses.
“With pleasure,” he says. I feel his cock line up with my entrance and he hesitates, his teeth grinding as he hisses, “Fuck!”
“What’s wrong?” I ask him.
“I don’t have a condom.”
“Oh.” At least one of us is thinking clearly. Honestly, I’m shocked it’s him and not me. I drop to my knees. If I can’t have him filling me where I really want him, then I’ll settle for him filling me somewhere else. I wrap a hand around the base of his cock and lower my mouth onto the tip.
“Shit, Little Bee, fuck… you don’t… Fuck that, suck my cock.” He grips the sides of my face with the command.
His hips move back and forth, slowly, mirroring the movements of my mouth as it glides up and down his shaft. I hollow out my cheeks and suck harder, savouring the salty taste as I circle my tongue around the tip before flattening it out and taking him as far down my throat as I can manage. My hand pumps along the base, because as much as I’d love to, I can’t possibly fit his whole length in my mouth.
“Fuck, you’re good. Why the fuck are you so good at this? Fuck, now I’m going to have to buy more pigs,” he groans.
Pigs?
I’m not sure what the hell he’s talking about, but it’s not like I’m in any position to ask. So, instead, I cup his balls with my free hand. And before I know it, he’s squirting ropes of cum down my throat. I swallow greedily. Trying to get as much of it as I can. It’s not possible to get it all, though, and some spills out and leaks down my chin.
“Fuck me.” Dom pulls me up to my feet. “Fucking amazing,” he says before slamming his lips down on mine, his tongue diving right into my mouth. His fingers slide between my legs, thrusting up into my centre. Hard. “I want you to fuck yourself with my fingers. Make yourself come. Drench my fucking hand. So later, when I’m forced to walk away, I can still smell you on my skin. Taste you on my fingertips.”
“You’re a little unhinged. You know that, right?” I tell him, though I’m not sure why, seeing as I’m already moving my hips. Grinding down on his hand, as the orgasm already builds in my core.
“I’m a lot unhinged when it comes to you, Little Bee,” he says before fusing his lips with mine again. I lose myself in his kiss, in the feel of the hardness of his body pressed up against mine. My knees buckle as I approach that familiar edge. “That’s it. Give it to me,” Dom growls before tugging my bottom lip between his teeth.
“Ahh…” Pain radiates through my every nerve ending, right before a pleasurable buzz takes its place. My legs squeeze together and I grind down hard as I finally fall over that cliff into bliss. My eyes close, and I know if it weren’t for Dom holding me up right now, I would have collapsed to the floor.