11. Calista

11

CALISTA

I roll over in bed, automatically reaching out for Domino. When I don’t feel his warmth next to me, I peek an eye open, frowning at the empty spot. Sitting up, I swing my legs over the side of the bed, stretching my arms over my head before standing up. I pull on a sweatshirt I see draped over a chair in the corner of the room, loving that it smells like Domino.

By the time I get to the end of the hallway, I hear Domino in the kitchen, no doubt making us breakfast. God. Swoon. The man can make me come an obscene amount of times and he also cooks amazing meals. Could life get any better?

I step into the kitchen and Domino straightens his back, turning toward me as if sensing my presence. His eyes immediately find mine, sweeping over my body and waking up every part of me.

“Fuckin’ love seeing you in my clothes,” he growls, the sound traveling through me and drawing me closer to him. Domino closes the distance between us, his arms circling around my hips and pulling me into his chest. I don’t get a chance to respond before his lips crash down on mine.

The kiss is possessive and hungry. His hands are everywhere as he continues to dominate me with every stroke of his tongue. I break our kiss briefly to gulp down air, but Domino hardly lets me take a breath before he cups my cheek and pulls me back. He’s right. I don’t need air, I just need him.

My hands slip under his shirt, and I moan as I run my fingers over every defined muscle I can reach. Domino gently kisses down my neck, and then sinks his teeth into my shoulder, making me claw at his chest.

“Jesus, Calista. I need you naked, but I can’t take my hands off you. My lips off you…” He trails off, his words muffled from where he started nibbling and sucking the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder.

“I need you, too,” I breathe out, barely able to string those four words together.

One minute I'm standing, and the next minute I'm in Domino's arms as he carries me back to bed.

Domino stands at the foot of the bed, still holding me, still kissing me, still owning me completely. He finally pulls back and sets me down on the ground, holding me steady when my knees give out.

“You okay?” he asks. His voice is rough and deep, pouring over my skin and making me shiver in anticipation.

I nod, unable to speak at the moment. Domino chuckles darkly and then steps away from me, stripping off his shirt. God, I’ll never get tired of looking at him. My eyes roam over his chiseled muscles and I can’t stop the soft, needy whimper that falls from my lips.

Everything aches now that he’s no longer touching me. My skin is too tight, the electricity humming along my nerves too powerful.

“You’re shaking, beautiful,” he murmurs, stepping closer to me, completely naked.

“I know.”

“You hurting for me?” he whispers, ghosting his fingers down my neck and across my shoulder.

“Yes. Everywhere.”

Domino grunts and spins me around so my back is to his front. He grabs my hips and grinds his cock against my ass while nuzzling into my neck.

“Need you naked,” he murmurs, his lips tickling the shell of my ear.

I try stepping away from him so I can get out of the sweatshirt I’m wearing, but Domino doesn’t let me move. Instead, he slips his hands under my shirt, his fingertips barely grazing my hips and torso as he pulls the sweatshirt up and over my head. His rough, calloused hands slide down my bare back and then over my shoulders, a wave of anticipation tickling my nerves.

He covers my breasts with his hands, squeezing the sensitive flesh and rubbing my nipples until they harden into tight little points. Domino trails his hands lower, taking time to explore my body.

I’m aware of every dip, curve, and roll his fingers touch. I want to squirm out of his embrace or just have him fuck me already. I don’t know what to do with this kind of attention on all my imperfections.

“I thought I told you I love your sexy fucking body,” he rasps. How did he know what I was thinking? “I thought I showed you how crazy you make me.”

“You’re just so… perfect,” I whisper.

“Perfect for you. Just like you’re perfect for me.”

“Show me again.”

“I’ll show you every fucking day.”

With that, Domino presses a hand between my shoulder blades while still holding my hip in a tight grip with his other hand. I bend over and catch myself on my hands on the mattress. Domino growls and slides his hands all over my back, my ass, and my thighs, nudging my legs apart so he can stroke my aching pussy from behind.

I moan and buck my hips, rubbing against his hand shamelessly. Domino dips his finger into my soaking wet folds, circling, circling, circling around my sensitive flesh but never touching me where I’m hurting most.

“Domino…” I moan.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Domino…” I can’t seem to say anything else, but I don’t need to.

“I’ve got you, love. Hang on.”

I barely register his words before he slams his thickness into me, setting a relentless pace. I cry out as he stretches the walls of my swollen, dripping pussy, hitting that most sensitive spot hard and fast, over and over.

My fists clench the sheets, and my head drops forward as Domino fucks me roughly, bouncing me off his cock. I squeeze my eyes shut and gasp for air, each thrust going deeper, deeper, so damn deep it feels like he’s choking me with his dick.

“Calista, goddamn, every single time I think it can’t get any better,” he groans. I nod my head and whimper in agreement. Every time with him feels new, intense, and thrilling.

Domino pulls out suddenly, making me gasp at the loss of him. I look at him over my shoulder just in time to see him drop to his knees behind me and grip my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. He growls and sucks on my clit before licking up my slit and circling my asshole with the tip of his tongue.

Every nerve ending in my body sparks at once, making me shudder violently. My arms give out and I faceplant into the mattress, but Domino doesn’t stop. He covers me with his saliva and attacks my pussy, scraping his teeth along my lips and then licking away the sting. Domino thrusts his tongue in and out of my entrance until pinpricks of light flash in my eyes.

The pressure in my core is intense and blinding as he keeps pushing me higher and higher, closer and closer, so fucking close I can taste it.

And then he’s gone. Frustrated tears burn my eyes. I’m right there . Domino spanks my ass, growling at the way my soft flesh jiggles. He grips my ass cheeks in a punishing hold and enters me in one hard, gut-twisting thrust.

A furious orgasm crashes over me as my pussy knots around his huge cock over and over. Pleasure bordering on pain surges through me, and I cry out with each brutal stroke. I claw at the sheets and somehow find the strength to push myself back up on my arms. I rock back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

My next orgasm takes me by surprise, flashing through me like lightning. Domino snarls and fists my hair, tugging at the strands while I come around his cock. I bow my back, changing the angle of my hips so he's hitting me impossibly deeper. I'm struck by lightning again, coming hard and fast. The electricity from my sudden, intense orgasms lingers in my veins, keeping me impossibly close to the edge.

My world suddenly spins, and when I open my eyes, I see Domino hovering above me, pressing my back into the mattress as he dips his head down and claims my mouth with his own.

“Need to kiss you while I make you squirt for me,” he grunts, hooking a hand under my knee and spreading me open for him.

Domino settles in between my thighs and slides his hard length through my pussy lips, gathering up my wetness and rubbing my clit with the head of his cock.

“I can’t come again,” I whimper.

His lips twist up into a savage smile like he can't wait to prove me wrong. I don't think he'll have to wait long. Despite my protests, my body feels like it's on fire and the only one who can put it out is Domino.

“Let me show you all of the things this sexy little body can do,” he says in that dark, gravelly tone that makes me shiver.

Domino pushes his cock into my entrance, sinking into me slowly and filling me up inch by agonizing inch. He teases me with long, languid strokes in and out while kissing down my neck and chest, pausing to suck on my pulse point.

I cry out and bow my back off the mattress, making Domino groan and focus his attention on my tits. He picks up his pace, pounding into me harder, faster, while lapping at my nipples and biting the sensitive peaks.

I dig my nails into his shoulders and wrap my legs around his hips, rocking into him as he tears me apart. Domino’s muscles tense and flex as he hammers into me, his strokes becoming uneven and frantic.

An almost suffocating pressure blooms in my core, overwhelming me with its intensity. My entire existence shrinks down to this moment, this connection, the way Domino is breaking me, healing me, showing me how much he loves me.

I stare into Domino’s dark hazel eyes, needing him to see what he’s doing to me. We don’t have to talk, we only have to be here in this moment, sharing every emotion without words.

Every muscle in my body twitches, tenses, and then locks up. My heart thrashes wildly in my chest and squeezes up tightly as I hold my breath.

“Come for me, Calista. Fuck, please come for me,” he grits out, sounding pained.

The crushing pressure building up in my core explodes out of me, the sweet, sharp ache breaking over my body in waves of excruciating bliss. I convulse beneath Domino’s rippling muscles as more and more of my juices pool and then gush out of my pussy with each contraction.

I'd be embarrassed by how wet I am, but I can't think about anything else except this never-ending orgasm rattling through my bones.

“Jesus, that’s it. You’re making a fucking mess. Squirting all over me like a good girl.” I moan at his dirty words and bask in his approval. “Gonna come now, baby. Gonna come so fucking hard.”

The words barely leave his lips before he jackhammers in and out of me and then stills, wedging his cock so far up my channel that I swear I feel him in my stomach. An animalistic growl barrels through his chest, turning into a roar as his cock swells and explodes inside of me. I cling to his massive body and clench my pussy around him, sucking down every last drop of his cum.

Domino collapses on top of me and rolls onto his back, taking me with him and draping my limp, sated body over his. We’re sweating and completely out of breath, yet Domino cups the back of my neck and draws my face up toward his. He presses his lips to my forehead and breathes me in.

His tender touch is exactly what I need after the intensity of what we just experienced. Domino massages my back gently as I snuggle into the bed and let my heavy eyelids close. I feel thoroughly used and wholly loved.

I'm not sure how long we doze off, but I wake up with a start when Domino's phone rings.

“Umph-ugh-mmgh,” comes the indecipherable grunt from the giant man sleeping next to me. The phone rings again, this time waking Domino up enough for him to grab it. “What?” he growls while I giggle. I can’t help it. He’s kind of adorable.

Domino sits up, paying attention to whatever the other person is saying now. The mood changed, and I know our blissful morning is coming to an end. It’s for the best. I really need to get some work done today.

I get out of bed and dress in another sweatshirt of Domino’s before heading out to the kitchen to finish breakfast. He joins me a few minutes later, fully dressed.

“I have some club business to take care of,” he tells me. His frown and slumped shoulders let me know he doesn’t want to leave, which makes me feel a little better.

“I understand,” I say, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I need to work today as well. Someone keeps distracting me.”

Domino grins and goes in for a real kiss but I push him away before we get too caught up again. Seriously, I could kiss this man all day long. He pouts, which makes me laugh.

“I’ll be home soon,” he promises. My heart leaps at his words. Home. He smiles knowingly, taking my hand in his and pressing his lips to my knuckles. “You’re my home,” Domino whispers. I nod, trying not to cry. He sees me, he understands me in a way no one else ever has.

I don’t want him to leave, but we both have things to do today. We finally accept that the work day has started, and though that looks very different for him than it does for me, real life must go on.

After catching up on emails and making a few calls, I get inspired to go back to the property Domino which I never got a chance to look at. While I have another showing lined up for later in the week, I really want him to consider all of his options. I know the pub with all of the commercial kitchen equipment, seating, and tables is perfect for what he wants to use it for.

I hop in the shower and rinse off, then get dressed for the day. Instead of the leggings and heavy sweater I wore a few days ago, I opt for one of Domino’s shirts. It took me a few minutes, but I found a button-up shirt that hangs down around my knees. I tie the silk scarf I was using to cover up the bruises on my neck around my waist, creating a cute shirt-dress.

I’m excited to do a walkthrough of the property myself and get things looking perfect before Domino sees it. I decide to text him to meet me at the property when he’s done with his club business, hoping to surprise him. Maybe now that he knows he has me no matter what, he’ll finally put an offer in.

Fifteen minutes later, I’m pulling into the parking lot, my mind whirling with ideas on how to present this property to Domino. I have a vision and I think he’s going to love it. Plus, Lisa Dunham is eager for this place to sell so she gave me the freedom to make a good deal.

As I step out of my car, a strange, unsettling feeling washes over me. I look over my shoulder, then around the parking lot, and further up the property line. Nothing is out of place, but my stomach is in knots for some reason.

I gather my things and head toward the front door, the sinking feeling in my chest growing with each step. I dig through my purse for the keys, but I can’t seem to find them. “Come on, come on, come on,” I repeat under my breath as if that’s going to help.

Something catches my eye through the double glass doors. I look inside for the first time, cupping my hands around my eyes and peering in through the glass. My mouth drops open and I push on the door, surprised and horrified when it opens easily.

What I see has me falling to my knees and covering my mouth with my hand to quiet my sobs.

The walls are painted with graffiti, tables and counters have been smashed to pieces, and the booths have been slashed open, the foam cushioning littered across the floor. When I finally gain the strength to stand, I see more damage inside the actual kitchen. So much for functioning commercial appliances.

Something catches the light streaming through a broken window and I turn my head, nearly throwing up when I see the goddamn keys lying on the counter. I’m such an idiot.

As I wander through the now-ruined property, I beat myself up for being so stupid. I fucked up. I fucked it all up. I didn't lock the building when I left the other day, and now…

Am I responsible for the damage? I think I remember something about assuming liability for properties under my care in the training class, but now I don’t know. Even if I’m not sued into oblivion, I’m certainly going to be fired. And what about Domino and his club? I let him down as much as anyone.

How did my day go from a perfect, dreamy morning to this wretched nightmare?