Page 74 of The D Appointment
I rubbed my head. “Can you give me a few minutes? I just have a headache.”
His brow furrowed. “Are you okay?”
I smiled reassuringly. “Yes. It’s just a headache. Not fun, but not the end of the world.”
“Yeah, it’s fine if we wait. No rush. Do you want me to get you anything?”
“No. I have pain pills in the bedroom. I’ll get them when I go and change.” I headed toward my room. “I’ll be back.”
I turned toward the hallway, then glanced back to make sure Dominick didn’t follow me. He went toward my spare bedroom and looked around instead. I was a little confused about what he was doing, but I didn’t want to waste my moment to escape.
I stripped off my work clothes and uncomfortable bra and went to find something nice yet comfortable to put on for dinner, but I ended up sitting on my bed instead. I should have told Dominick I didn’t feel like eating.
“Hey, Viv?”
I jumped up, grabbed my silk robe, threw it over my underwear, and ran to the bathroom. But I wasn’t fast enough.
“What were you doing, just sitting there?”
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I swung aroundand grabbed the lapels of my robe. It was short, only going to the tops of my thighs, so I tried to compensate by pulling it tighter.
“Uh…I was going to brush my teeth.”
“What did I say about lying to me?” Dominick tilted his head. “You know, I still haven’t properly punished you for lying to me two months ago when you ditched me.”
My mouth fell open, and I stepped backward while he advanced on me until my butt hit the bathroom counter.
Putting my hand up to try to stop him, I said, “Okay, but why would I lie about brushing my teeth? I’ve been at work all day. Maybe I want fresh breath before dinner. Also, I think you punished me when you came to my door andfuckedme without acondom. And I’m not your child. You can be mad at me if I lied to you, but you can’t punish me.”
Dominick pulled my hand off his chest, where it had landed, and picked me up to sit on the counter. “I don’t know why you would lie about brushing your teeth either.” He pushed my legs apart and scooted in between them. “I just know you did.” He lowered his voice. “I can tell when you’re lying.” He raised his voice to a normal level again. “As for two months ago”—he grabbed my robe and pulled it apart—“fucking you wasn’t punishment.”
He pinched my nipple, and I yelped.
“You’d know if I was punishing you. Making you come on my cock is not it.”
He squeezed my other nipple, but this time, I was ready, so I stayed quiet.
“As for the no condom, that was an accident.”
Without warning, he grabbed the sides of my panties and ripped them off.
I gasped. More in surprise that they had given out so easily than in him actually doing it.
He looked down, as if he was analyzing his handiwork. “I think your punishment should be no underwear for a week,” he said, as if thinking out loud. “That way, I can fuck you whenever I want.”
“Dominick.”
His head whipped up. “Make it a month.”
I stuck out my chin. “That’s impossible. What about my period?”
He seemed to give it real consideration, as if he had control over what I wore. “You can wear it while you’re bleeding, but you’re still fucking me every night.”
“You cannot be serious.”