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“SUNSHINE, YOU LOOK incredible.” Dorian showers me with praise when I obey his command without question.
I lift my lids, meeting his intense gaze.
“How should I fill your sweet little cunt first? With my tongue, my fingers or my cock?”
Dorian shakes his head, silencing me. He doesn’t want me to answer. It’s not my choice he wants, it’s my submission.
“Since I’m desperate to taste you, I will start with my tongue.”
I’m still on my hands and knees, when Dorian wraps my hair around his fist, giving it a tug, lifting my chin. His mouth descends upon mine, kissing me hungrily. Like a Molotov cocktail, his kiss is the incendiary device that sets me ablaze. I want to wrap my arms and legs around him and hold him close. Flesh to flesh.
The sound of my panties being ripped from my body should horrify me, but that’s not the case. I’m still not sure what it says about me that I get turned on by all this. The way he speaks, the aggressive way he handles my body, and heaven help me, the way his cock fills me.
The deep moan that makes Dorian impatiently hard, climbs up my throat. The force of it vibrates against his lips, curling them into a smile. Releasing my hair, he backs away. I watch keenly as he undresses, removing his sweatpants and T-shirt.
Standing before me completely naked, Dorian’s cock arrows my way. I lick my lips; an invitation I hope he accepts. He climbs into bed behind me, pulling my hips toward him. A fleeting moment of nervousness causes me to break the no talking rule.
“I’m not....”
Dorian interrupts my protest with two quick smacks to my ass, one on each cheek.
“I will only give you what you can handle,” he says, gently massaging my flaming ass cheeks.
I cease breathing when Dorian’s finger presses against the pucker of my asshole. My mind says, stop, but my body’s response says, more. Hesitantly, I push back against his hand, testing my boundaries. His finger doesn’t enter me, instead he bends down, kissing my ass cheeks.
When it’s his cock’s turn to play, Dorian penetrates me deeply, pounding out a slow unrelenting rhythm. I try to escape; the pleasure so keen it’s nearly painful. He fucks me harder and harder, holding my hips and hitting the source of my undoing again and again. It feels so good, the way he tears me apart and puts me back together again.
“Let me hear you.” The sound of Dorian’s voice caresses the skin against my neck. “Scream for me, Sunshine.”
Dorian thrust faster and deeper, chasing his release. The earth shift and I shatter around him. We fall over the edge together, in a blaze of fiery passion. When I can no longer hold myself up, his powerful arm wraps around my waist.
“How do you feel?” A breathless Dorian asks.
“Almost human,” I reply, because at some point I’m sure I had an out of body experience.
“And what will make you feel human again?”
“A shower.”
“Alone?” He queries.
Shaking my head, I let him know that showering is not a solo mission. I can’t imagine being anywhere naked without him. When I climb out of bed, Dorian follows me.
Showering leisurely, Dorian explores my body intimately. Every caress is meant to elicit a different response. From the stroke of my cheek to the pinch of my nipples, his hands hold the power to make me beg for it all.
“I’m ready to claim my winnings,” I address Dorian from the bathroom.
He steps in the doorway fully dress in jeans and a T-shirt. The predatory gray eyes of a wolf stares back at me, questioning me.
“I won the race yesterday.” I clarify. “Time to pay up.”
Dorian’s expression changes, morphing into an unrecognizable version of his smile. It’s big and bright, a smile that reaches his eyes for the first time since meeting him.
“Nothing will ever top the gift you gave me.” His smile broadens and I find myself smiling with him.
“Last night was a gift for me too,” I confess.
More than anything I want to take our relationship to the next level. Giving Dorian my virginity last night wasn’t part of my plan. After I won our race, I simply wanted to stay the night and sleep in his bed with him. However, the moment felt so right, when all I wanted was him. It’s a truth I’ve had to face. Whatever the terms, I want him and always will.
“Name your prize, Sunshine.” Dorian’s rich deep tone, wraps around me, urging me on.
I’ve had time to think about what I want from Dorian. My heart tells me I want everything, but my head tells me to settle for what I know he can give. And that makes my choice easier.
“I want you to take me to the Asylum.” Dorian’s gray eyes darken to almost black. “I want to experience your playroom.” I add for clarity.
Dorian seems at a loss for words. Exiting the bathroom, I walk him back toward the bed. When the back of his legs hit the bed, I push him down to sit. Straddling him, his thick cock press against my panty covered center. A soft moan escapes us both. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I slide my fingers through his hair. His chin lifts, when I give his hair a gentle tug. I lean into Dorian, nipping his bottom lip and kissing him tenderly. He groans, and I cover his mouth. I’m breathless when he breaks the kiss.
“Are you trying to top from the bottom, Olivia? Am I supposed to just sit back and let it happen, let you have your way with me?” His tone is a little harsh, but somehow, I know it’s not meant to be.
I also know Dorian hasn't told me everything. I know barely anything about his life after his parent’s died. It doesn’t matter how much he tries to hide it; pain doesn’t lie. I get the sense that he has been hurt and betrayed deeply. There is darkness in him, and there are times when I see glimpses of an internal struggle. I don't know which side of him will win. The side that finds pleasure in the wicked things that feeds the darkness. The side that wants to walk in the sunlight with me. Or will this be the birth of something new? So, I give him the only answer he needs.
“No, Sir.” Lowering my eyes submissively, I continue. “But have I convinced you to play with me at the Asylum?”
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” His tone is softer now, more seductive.
“Very much.”
“How does next Saturday sound?”
I squeal with delight, clapping my hands and Dorian chuckles at my response.
Dorian and I manage to prepare brunch, inviting his grandparents to join us. Afterwards the four of us hang out by the pool until it’s time for me to leave for the grand opening of Kyle’s custom motorcycle shop. It comes as no surprise when Dorian insists on joining me. We’re on our way to the garage to take his car when his cell phone rings.
“I need to take this,” Dorian says stepping away.
I make my way to the garage without him and wait. Dorian joins me five minutes later. He climbs onto a Harley-Davidson Heritage Classic, instead of behind the wheel of the car I assume he’d be driving. Extending me a helmet, he beckons me to join him. Taking the helmet from him, I fasten it onto my head. Dorian extends his hand again, helping me onto the back of the motorcycle. I plant my ass on the small seat, wrap my arms around his waist and hold on tight.