I didn’t even notice he’d moved until his lips found my nipple through my shirt. His knees bent, Dom released my cock and ass to tug at the waistband of my trousers.
I gasped as he suddenly yanked them down to my thighs as he licked me. No question or warning. The warm air hit my cock, just as his tongue spread across my nipple. I groaned, pushing back into him. There wasn’t any more space for hesitation. I was done hiding. He had ruined everything and given me what I wanted at the same time.
The door rattled as my palm pressed flat against it. I grunted as I stuck my ass out just to feel the way his fingers dug into my skin. With his mouth still on my nipple, he looked up at me with such softness that rage flared in me again.
Using my free hand, I buried my fingers into his hair, pressing his face harder against my chest. I’d been playing with myself for almost a month, and it was nothing compared to the feeling of Dom sucking on me, his tongue lapping at me as my ass twitched.
“Keep going, Dom. You have to make me come.”
His moan was so deep that it vibrated through my chest. I wanted to hurt him, I wanted to mess him up so badly that he would look how I felt. But I couldn’t do that when I was already racing toward an orgasm.
I needed more of him. “Finish what you started,” I said through clenched teeth.
Confusion crossed his face as he returned to my chest, but my fingers clasped in his hair and I pulled him away.
“Not that,” I said, pushing him. The second he saw what I meant, he pressed his back against the door and slid straight down. His ass hit the floor, and he grabbed my waistband and pulled my trousers to my ankles.
If he hadn’t acted out as he comforted me after the hospital by telling me our kiss didn’t matter, he would have sucked my cock. He might have gone further, and I could have felt him press himself inside me while guilt tore through me.
But none of it had been real.
My mouth opened in surprise as he moved to clasp my ass cheeks and spread them, exposing me as I had done to myself so many times over the past weeks.
“Wait, Dom. I can’t just—”
He massaged me; circling, playing, exploring me in a way that had my words lost to gasps and sighs.
I was meant to be angry; I was supposed to shout at him more for all the things he’d done, but my legs gave way as I choked. My words vanished as Dom took me in his mouth and sucked.
I groaned as pleasure tore through me, my knees shaking, using the door for support.
“Don’t stop, Dom,” I cried out. All the pain and need swirling around me released.
His tongue was hot as his lips moulded themselves around me. He bent his head forward, using my ass to push me inside him.
And I clutched at him, forcing him further onto my cock. “Make sure you take all of me,” I bit out. My fierceness waswiped away as I surged into his throat, and he moaned so deeply that his eyes rolled back into his head.
“You keep saying that you love me,” I groaned as he pulled his head away, running his tongue along my slit. I jerked my hips, my cock firm against the outside of his cheek.
My cock looked so good against his tanned skin, but I wasn’t letting him take charge here.
“I do, handsome. I—”
“Be quiet,” I snapped. “You don’t speak until I tell you to.”
His chest rose as he sucked in a breath. Though he always said he liked to see me acting like a real Fischer at parties, he rarely saw me angry. For Dom, I was friendly and open, because I trusted him. But he didn’t see me as the Director of The Foundation, who would happily take on the entire board if it meant I got what I wanted.
“I hope you realise what you’ve done,” I said through gritted teeth as he wrapped his fingers around my cock. “What you’ve broken.” I wheezed as he parted his lips, keeping his gaze locked with mine as I thrust back into his throat.
Both of us were taken away by the tension that coiled between us. It still felt like it hadn’t cracked, that we needed more. We needed something to burst between us to relieve it.
I groaned, fascinated by how easily I could slide into him, and watched my cock disappear between his lips. Through the phone, he was in charge of my pleasure. The Dom in my imagination knew what I wanted and how to give it to me. But everythinghad changed.
“I deserve to come down your throat after all of this, don’t you think?” Dom shuddered as I thrust my hips, trapping his head against the door.
I didn’t care anymore. At least with Dom, I could really show him how I was feeling. I didn’t have to be composed or retain my dignity. I could release my fury, and he could take it. At least, he said he could.
Palms flat against the door, I drew my hips back, pressing my ass into his hands before sweeping forwards again. I needed him to be ruined by the end of this. Then he could decide if he really loved me.