Page 19 of Exile
“Yes, what?” he clips out.
“Yes, sir,” I correct myself.
“Good girl. Now get on your hands and knees. Let me see that pretty round ass of yours.”
I do as he says, crawling back onto my bed on my hands and knees. In this position, I can see him in the mirror of my dresser, and I watch, transfixed, as he removes his belt with one hand and then opens the fly of his jeans, revealing the delicious V of his lower abs that leads to his cock. He pushes his jeans down, and his cock springs free. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him, nude, angry, and hard behind me. His cock is thick, long, and intimidating. I suck in a sharp breath, suddenly realizing it’s been years since the last time I had sex and none of my vibrators rival Dom in the size department. How in the fuck am I going to be able to handle him?
“Dom wait— Ahh!” The sharp crack of his hand lands on my ass, and I cry out in surprise, cutting off what I was going to say.
“Did I say you can talk, Kitten? I told you, I’m going to teach you a lesson. Now close that pretty mouth, and take your punishment.” He doesn’t give me a moment of reprieve before another two sharp, stinging smacks follow the first. I bite my lower lip to keep from crying out again, but tears still spring to my eyes, blurring my vision. I clench my eyes shut, waiting for the next blow, but I’m surprised when the next touch is a gentle soothing caress over the glowing heat left behind from the previous strikes.
“God, Serena. You are so beautiful like this. So obedient. So good for me.” I open my eyes, his praise lessening the sting left behind by his hands. I see his reflection in the mirror, and he’s looking at my ass almost reverently, admiring his handiwork.
“Who do you belong to, Serena?” He looks up, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.
There is no hesitation in my response. “You.”
The grin that spreads across his face is dangerous and feral. I see a glimpse of something dark and sinister lurking in the shadows of his eyes, but in the next instant, he is ripping the thin lace of my panties and shoving the engorged head of his cock into my wet, slick pussy. I bury my face into the blanket, muffling the cry of surprise and pain as I am obliterated by the sudden, swift intrusion of him. My hands fist, clenching the blanket as I try to muffle my moans. Dom sets a relentless pace, pounding into me so hard it feels like he is trying to burrow into my body. At this angle he is hitting the perfect spot deep inside of me that causes a tingle to build in my core. It hurts, but it feels so good. My mind liquefies at the overwhelming sensations until I’m no longer sure where up is or what my name is.
“This. Pussy. Is. Mine.” Dom punctuates each word with a thrust, his fingertips digging into my hips in a bruising grip. “This.” Thrust. “Ass.” Thrust. “Is.” Thrust. “Mine.” Thrust. I nod mindlessly. It’s all I am capable of at this moment.
“You. Are. Mine. Serena.” This time he reaches one hand up to collar my neck, cutting off my breath while the other reaches around and pinches my clit, setting off a detonation in my body. The cry that tries to escape is cut off by his vise-like grip on my throat, my body seizing and convulsing from the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I feel Dom stiffen and his dick thicken, pulsing inside of me as he comes. Dimly in the haze of oxygen deprivation, I realize he didn’t use a condom. Fuck.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
SERENA
Lying in bed after the most intense sexual experience of my life, my body and mind feel disconnected. My limbs are leaden, and I feel like I’m sinking into the mattress while my brain drifts off into space. I feel used, wrung out, sore, but in the best possible way. It feels like Dominick owns a piece of my soul now.
Dom arranges us into the spooning position with my back pressed into his front, my head resting on his bicep, and his huge body curled around me, enveloping me in his heat. My thighs are wet and sticky from his release, and I can feel his cock, still semi-hard, pressed into my backside. I want to go to the bathroom so I can clean myself up, but I don’t have the strength to move, and being surrounded by Dom’s warm embrace feels like a drug.
“You did so good for me, Kitten. You take my cock so well. This pussy was made for me.” Dom kisses the back of my neck gently. I let out a low happy hum at his praise and let myself sink into his embrace.
“Mmm…I should get cleaned up. You…you didn’t use a condom. I’m a mess.” My words are sleepy and lacking conviction. My body and mind are exhausted, more than ready to fall into the deepest sleep. “I feel like this is an important conversation we should have.” I try to pry myself out of Dominick’s hold, but he tightens his grip, one arm banding around my shoulders, the other moving lower until his free hand is cupping my pussy, wet and dripping with his cum. A startled gasp escapes my lips as I feel him gather up his release and push it back inside me.
“Nu-uh, Kitten. Not yet. I like knowing part of me is still inside of you. It’s so fucking hot.” Dom nips at my ear playfully as he lazily finger fucks me, causing my core to clench in arousal.
“Dom…” His name is a plea, but I don’t know what I’m asking for. My hips buck mindlessly into his hand as he grinds his erection against my backside. The arm banded around my shoulders shifts so he’s cupping my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers. He nips and sucks at my neck as I writhe against him, consumed by arousal.
“That’s it, Kitten. Take it.” Dom removes his hand from my center, and uses it to lift up my top leg, spreading me open for him. In the next instant he is thrusting his once again rock-hard cock into my aching core from behind.
“Oh God, Dom…” This time Dom thrusts into me, lazily, like he has all the time in the world to make me come. What was previously a frantic claiming has turned into a languid, sensual coming together of two souls. Soon, the ache between my legs dissipates as another orgasm builds, becoming the only sensation I can focus on. This orgasm isn’t the explosive release from before. It comes over me like a wave breaking against the shore, drowning every thought in my head in pleasure. Seconds later, I feel Dom stiffen, coming undone again, filling me with himself. Any urge or need to move has left me completely, and I let my eyes fall closed as I drift into an exhausted, satisfied sleep.
A scream and the sound of breaking glass startles me out of my dreamless sleep. I sit up in bed, frantic, looking around for the disturbance. My room is dark, and the left side of my bed is empty.
“Dom?” I call, climbing out from under the covers. I slip on his shirt and crack open my bedroom door to figure out what is going on.
“Who are you?! Why are you in my home?!” I hear my mom’s distressed yell and immediately jump into action. Shit, she must’ve woken up and seen Dom, not remembering he was coming over tonight.
“Laura, calm down…I’m here with Serena.”
I hear another crash, and the sound of shattering glass echoes through the house.
“Mom! Stop! It’s fine!” I yell down the stairs. My heart is pounding in my chest as I race downstairs. It’s been a long time since Mom has had a freak out over her memory. Routine and consistency are key to dealing with her condition and keeping her from realizing just how much she’s lost. An unknown man surprising her in her own home in the middle of the night must have scared her to death.
When I reach the kitchen, I see Mom standing by the sink, eyes wild with fright, another glass in hand, ready to throw it at Dominick. Dom is standing on the other side of the island, hands up in a placating manner, shirtless and only wearing his boxer briefs, his jaw clenched in frustration. I move to push past him, but he grabs me, stopping my progress before I step on the glass-covered floor.
“Mom, please. Stop. This is Dom, my boyfriend. You know him. You’ve met him plenty of times. He spent the night with me.” My mom jerks her gaze over to me, taking us in, standing side by side.