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Regina
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This time when I wake up I’m alone. I’m also in my room. With a gasp, I sit up wondering what I had done wrong this time. My body protests, reminding me of the hours Dominic was buried inside me. It catches my eye: through the open door of the walk-in closet are Dominic’s clothes. Sliding off the bed, I move slowly around the room. On the other bedside table are two different books and a carafe of water with a glass as the lid. It wasn’t there last night. The bathroom is filled with Dominic’s things. Closing my eyes, I sag against the doorframe in relief.
Stupid, so stupid. If I had just told him from the beginning... I jump at finding Dominic studying me from the open doorway of what is now our bedroom.
“Thank you.” It’s all I can say around the lump in my throat.
A shrug of his shoulders. “I need to go out of town for a few days,” he says as he goes into the closet.
I follow him. “Where?”
An eyebrow goes up at my question. It’s clear he’s debating on answering me. With a shrug, he turns to pick out clothes. “Did you know Johnny had a son who died before you were born?”
“He mentioned him, John Junior. All he said was he died, nothing else really.”
“John Junior got himself killed in a drug deal gone wrong. Turns out he had two kids, twin boys he never told anyone about. It wasn’t until after his death Johnny found out about them. I’d wondered where the hell all his money had gone, how he could be broke. It turns out he’s been paying for them all this time. They’re smart kids, one of them is at Stanford, the other Cal-tech. That’s where I was when I was out of town before, talking with their mom, nailing down how much I could kick their way out of Johnny’s estate, which wasn’t much.
“Your grandmother was being a bitch and a half. I ended up leaving New York after one day and told her to call me when she was ready to be a grown-up. She doesn’t want anything going to them. I saw to it their last year of school is covered the way I figured Johnny would want.”
“You paid their tuition? Even though you didn’t know they existed until a week before you did it.”
He shrugs. “I have it to spend, it’s not a problem for me. They would have had to leave school. It wasn’t their fault Johnny didn’t plan the way he should have.”
Tuition for two ultra-prestigious schools, I’m thinking of the cost of the wedding and the tiara...how rich is he?
“Anyway, now your grandmother wants to see me. What the hell she wants, I don’t know.”
I want to ask him if I can go but I don’t want to sound needy. It’s only as I feel his eyes on me I look down and realize I’m naked. When did I become okay with wandering around naked? Blushing, I nod. “Okay, I’m going to take a shower. Um, have a good trip.”
From behind me I hear him chuckle.
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Regina
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It’s almost four o’clock in the morning. My body is tired, still aching from Dominic’s use, yet I don’t really want to go to sleep yet. I indulge in a long bath where I take stock of the bruises and bite marks that leave me wet at how much Dominic wanted me. All those growling demands and words have me wishing he were here even if I’m not a hundred percent sure I could take him without pain. In the walk-in closet I catch sight of the blue button-down dress shirt Dominic wore yesterday.
Grateful he’s not here, I snatch it up and wrap it around me. Hm, it’s thicker, heavier than a regular dress shirt. Then I remember it’s bulletproof, and a shudder rocks me as I flash on that day. The sound of the gunshot, the sight of Dominic covered in blood. I grasp it tight around me and bury my nose in it, inhaling his scent, forcing the terrifying memory away. All that matters is Dominic is okay now.
I get into bed with the thought of reading until I get tired, except as I do I blush to realize I hadn’t put on any panties. Huh, I meant to but I don’t want to get out of bed again. Besides, I’m still aching there. I run my hand over the skin of my mound. It’s hot to the touch. Is it from wearing Dominic’s shirt with his scent all around me, or the memory of how I liked when he slapped this tender part of me?
My cell phone rings, I jump as I pull my hand away from my body like a child caught being naughty. I work to stop the somersaults going on in my tummy—Dominic has never called me before. How odd, he’s been my husband for seven weeks now, and not once has he called. It’s all been texts or messages passed through Mary.
“Hello?” Dang it, I sound as out of breath and surprised as I feel.
“Missing me?” He speaks Italian, the words are husky as they slide down the skin of my neck as if he were here.
Blushing, I shake my head as I fall back onto his pillow. “Why would you think that?”
“Maybe because you’re wearing my shirt, clinging to my pillow, and touching yourself despite the fact that after the long hours I spent inside you and how many times I took you, you have to be sore right now.”
Oh my god, I roll over onto my stomach and bury my face in the bed. Shame flooding every inch of my body.
I expect laughter, teasing; instead he says my name and my entire body responds to the groan. Liquid heat floods me, my nipples tighten as my breasts swell. “You’re hard for me.” I exhale in wonder.
“Always, princess, I’m always fucking hard for you. It didn’t matter that I watched you touch yourself and jacked off right with you as you did it; I still spent hours inside you, hard as a fucking rock no matter how many times I came. Let me see you, princess. Show me that gorgeous body, your delectable pussy I can’t get enough of.”
Without thinking I roll over, the shirt is open, my body on display. I’m rewarded by Dominic growling. “Open your legs.” I don’t even hesitate to bring my knees up and open my legs wide. “Good girl.” He moans.
“Where is the camera?” I ask as I slide my hand over my leaking pussy.
“In the ceiling fan above the bed. Open your pussy wide for me.” I shake my head as I slide my hand over me. “Regina.” He hisses in my ear. I can’t hold back my laughter, loving the idea of him hard and aching for me.
“You little witch, are you asking for another spanking? I see you catching that bottom lip with your teeth. I’ll spank your ass hard no problem anytime you want, but right now, move your hand and let me see my pussy.”
My breath catches.
“Yes, princess, my pussy. You belong to me, every inch of your beautiful body belongs to me. Now move your damn hand.”
I do as he demands with a moan of his name I can’t control. Not even sure why I do it.
“I know, princess, I know,” he mutters.
Could he please explain it?
“Fuck, your juice is running down to your ass. That’s it, play with those nipples for me. So fucking sexy, every damn day I watched you. Spent hours hard and jacking off as you touched yourself. Bring your knees up and open wide for me.”
Stupid, god, I am so damn stupid. Hearing him moaning for me torches the shame running through me in a fire burning out of control for him. Me, I do this to him, turn him feral, make him groan with the need to taste me, take me, and that’s the only thing that matters. “I want you in my mouth.”
Air shudders out of him, making me tremble at the sound in my ear. “Watching you take my cock as deep as you do, every damn time I come too damn fast. I can stay hard for hours but in your mouth, fuck, Regina, you make me lose my mind. I need you to come for me, I need to hear you come with my name on those luscious lips that look so fucking pretty wrapped around my cock.”
“I love swallowing your come.” He curses loud and long. “But I love it even more when you come inside me. Love how hot and wet you feel. I love the way you leave a part of yourself inside me.”
“You need to come for me, princess, now, right fucking now. Slide your fingers around your clit and let me hear you come.” I can hear in his voice that he’s close.
“Dominic, I don’t want to come yet.” I push two fingers deep inside me. God, I’m so wet they move easily. “I want your cock inside me when I come.”
“Raw, princess, I’m going to spank you raw. Until you’re screaming for me to stop, you little brat.”
I giggle at the way he growls low in his chest.
“Giggle now, but when I’m deep inside you for hours, not letting you come, I’ll remind you of this moment.”
Pouting, I pull my fingers out and swipe my clit once, twice. “Dominic.” Oh, damn, that feels so good. “I want your cock inside me.”
“Come now, right now for me, Regina, I need you to come.” The strain is clear in his voice.
I give in to his need and mine. Rubbing my clit for all of five seconds is all it takes for me to come. And just like he demands, I moan his name. Moan my need for him to be here with me now, inside me now. My reward is hearing my name as a prayer on his lips.
For the first time in weeks, I sleep long and deep and happy.
***
Regina
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Waking up, I’m happier than I’ve been in what feels like forever. As I study the ceiling fan, I wonder if Dominic is watching me now. A part of me is sure I should be outraged by him watching me; another part of me just kind of says, Duh. My control-freak husband had cameras scattered around our home and used them. Another part of me, a deep down dirty part of me, loved hearing him talking about how he hadn’t been able to stop watching me. How he jacked off while he watched me, sounding like it bordered on obsession.
Instead of it making me uncomfortable, it fills me with relief. I wasn’t the only one. Had he been able to see me looking at the pictures of him on my cell phone for hours every single day? Did he know they were what I looked at as I touched myself? If I had access to cameras, I’d watch him every minute of the day. It was just like Chloe said: we were greedy for each other, for sex, because it was the only place we were letting go with each other.
The day drags by, I can’t get any work done. Which isn’t that big of a deal. I’m two books ahead of schedule, as I’d buried myself in work over the last few weeks. What’s really frustrating is I can’t focus on reading anything either.
Dominic texts me he’ll be home tonight. I catch my lip as I run to take a nice warm bath to make sure I’m not sore for him when he comes home. Out of the bath, I decide to take a nap to be fully rested for the long night I hope will come.
Waking up, Dominic’s tongue is teasing my lower lips, oh god. I shift and what the fuck? I’m back in the cuffs and he’s used two ties to secure me to what I don’t even fucking know, and oh fucking hell as he pushes two fingers into me, I don’t care about anything but those two fingers and his wicked, evil tongue.
Just like he promised on the phone, the bastard keeps me on the edge of orgasm for hours. He sticks his gorgeous cock down my throat before going back to driving me nuts with his tongue. He presses my breasts together and slides his cock between them until he comes all over my breasts and stomach, then he goes back to devouring my pussy until I’m in tears with the need to come. Finally, finally, he slams his cock home into me. The first time is far too fast, the second time is almost as fast.
The third time is just right, full of slow kisses until we’re melting into each other. My climax has me gasping his name, clenching around him, urging him to come with me, and when he does it’s pure perfection. Until he begins to pull out, and I wrap my legs around him, unwilling to let him go.
He frees me from the cuffs, then rolls us over until he’s on his back and I’m on his chest with him still deep inside me. I don’t care that we’re a mess, I love all of it.
I awaken on my back to Dominic moving inside me, above me, all around me. Pure happiness at the feeling is cut short when he stops moving. My eyes fly open, wondering why. He’s frozen, so still it scares me. Without thought I press my hand to his cheek. “Dominic?” I’m unable to read him for the first time.
“Do it again.”
Mystified, I shake my head. “Do what again?”
One large hand cups my face, his thumb teases my bottom lip. “Smile for me.”
It’s just like Chloe said, letting go is working. I smile with all of the hope and happiness waking up with him inside me brings. I’m not afraid anymore to let him see it.
Dominic moves now inside me, so gentle, so slow, so sweet, I fight the tears it brings to my eyes. His mouth is on mine, making love to me with his tongue the same way he’s making love to my body. This time we come within seconds of each other. When he falls on me I welcome every inch of him, clinging tight to him with all the strength I have left.
A long time later we move slowly, both resentful of the need. He picks me up and takes me with him to shower. I luxuriate in the way he cleans me with gentle strokes. When he’s done he allows me to clean him, except it isn’t long before I give in to my need to taste his skin. Then I’m down on my knees, tasting every beautiful inch of his cock. Humming low in satisfaction as I’m able to take several inches into my throat, and swallowing his come with pleasure.
It takes us forever to dry off and get dressed. He calls Pop and tells him we’re having breakfast together and he’ll see him later. I blush at Pop’s response of how it doesn’t surprise him. Dominic cooks us breakfast and I watch him, unable to take my eyes off his gorgeous body for even a minute.
He takes me with him for the day. First we go to the office where he runs his real estate business. I’m curious and he takes the time to explain everything going on, from how he’s rehabbing a small apartment building to why he doesn’t want one of his managers to file an eviction on a renter. When he decides to go talk to the renter, I’m curious how it will go.
She isn’t afraid of him, it’s obvious she’s comfortable with him. A single mother, her two boys are both home sick, which was the reason she lost her job. The youngest has asthma and is only now getting better from a scary bout of pneumonia.
Dominic makes a call and gets her an interview at a local insurance office where he knows the woman is looking for a new assistant. He assures her not to worry about the rent, once she’s working again she can make up the missed rent spread out over the coming months.
I’m so turned on by this side of him I practically attack him the moment we get to the office of his home finishings retail business.
Groaning, “Christ, Regina, let me lock the door.”
I can’t let him go, I’m on my knees with him in my mouth. Is it normal doing this makes me dripping wet? The taste of him, the feel of him so very thick, steel wrapped in silk. I want more, as much of him as I can take. Within minutes a hand goes into my hair, controlling me.
“Slow, sweetheart, slow.” He moans.
I love hearing him moan; knowing I make him gasp thrills me in a way I never thought possible. Me. I’m able to do this to him while doing what I love. Hearing him say my name soaked in desire has me slipping my fingers inside my panties, desperate to relieve the ache it causes.
“Fucking hell, you love it that much, sweetness? You love sucking my cock so much you’re touching yourself.”
Dominic yanks me up by my hair. I’m in his arms, my back against the wall, pulling my legs up around his waist as he tugs my panties out of the way. With one hard, greedy push he’s inside me. Oh god, oh my fucking god. I don’t think it takes more than four thrusts and I’m coming. Thankfully, he follows me over the edge only seconds later. His head goes down on my shoulder.
I’m barely aware of Dominic walking us over to his desk. His grip on me has me feeling like I’m floating.
“Here I was trying to be considerate after long hours of being buried inside you, but fuck, you feel so good I’m becoming addicted to your sweet pussy around my cock.”
Lifting my head, I trace his lips and blush, but not with embarrassment, with pleasure. “Oh good, it’s not just me.”
Smiling, he shakes his head. “No, not just you. Not that I’m complaining, I’m trying to take note for the future. Why, sweet Regina, did you attack my cock?”
With a smirk I roll my hips. His eyes darken as his hands grip me tight to stop me. “The way you were so nice to that woman and her kids. It was almost as hot as when you spank me.”
He sighs. “I wasn’t being nice. It was business. She’s been renting from me for almost six years, and never been late but two or three times. Losing a tenant as good as she is would be stupid.”
I nod. “Yes, I know. You’re big, bad, and mean. Men fear you. You make grown men cry—”
Growling, he kisses me fiercely. I kiss him back just as fiercely.
It’s another hour before we manage to make it out of his office for a tour of the warehouse.
We’re back at home where we fall in a tangle of clothes and kisses onto the couch in the living room, unable to make it into the bedroom.
Our grumbling stomachs finally get us moving. We get dressed then go downstairs to the club, where we have dinner together. I’m only given a very brief tour of the lower level where the gambling goes on. He can’t focus on what’s going on with me beside him. Even though I’m annoyed, I also don’t dare argue with him in front of guests and his employees. I’ll wait until he’s naked and I have his cock in my mouth to ask again.