Chapter 9

I walk through school the next day in an absolute daze.

When my Early Childhood Development group leader asks me if everything’s okay, I just nod and walk away without saying anything. Usually she’s the closest thing to a friend I have at school and whenever we talk I try to leverage it into going to grab coffee. Today I literally just walk away. As if she’s a wooden post. I pretend I don’t hear her even though she was standing right in front of my face.

“Sarah?” she calls after me.

I keep walking across the quad.

Part of my mind keeps trying to force me to face what happened last night.

But the rest is sane and keeps bricking up new walls and throwing away the key as quickly as that pesky little concerned part knocks down the old ones.

Nothing happened last night.

I did not become some pathetic sex slave who humiliated herself in order to please her Daddy.

Because that is not who I am.

Not that I actually know who I am.

Nineteen, almost twenty, years on this planet and I haven’t managed to figure that out yet. I thought I could start figuring it out, but nope. That didn’t happen.

It’s just fucking pathetic no matter how you look at it.

So I won’t.

Look at it, that is.

None of it.

Self-examination is so overrated.

I will live in the moment.

And not think.

Thinking about shit is where the problem is.

And I cuss now.

That’s a new thing I do.

Because fuck it.

Fuck. All. Of. It.

Not that I’m thinking about it.

Whatever it might be.

Goddamn motherfucking shit.

Can someone please just give me an escape pod from my head?????

“Sarah. Thank God. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

I jerk to a stop right outside of the Student Commons and look to my left.

“Dominick?”

Okay, maybe I’m really out of it, but I could swear Dominick is jogging my way across the quad. I blink hard. But yeah, it still looks like Dominick—decked out like always in his blue scrubs with the black Henley underneath, the strap of the leather carrier bag he always takes with him slung diagonally across his chest.

“Sarah.” Dom catches up to me and immediately envelops me in a hug.

I don’t respond at first. Even with his arms around me, the fog persists.

“Sarah?” He pulls back and shakes my shoulders slightly. “Sarah?” The worry in his voice is the only thing that finally pierces through the haze. “Are you all right?” he asks.

Then he pulls me back into his arms. “Christ, it’s obvious you aren’t.”

“No, I’m fine,” I mutter, blinking.

Dominick’s here. On my campus. How is he here? How is this possible?

“What are you doing here—?”

“I had to see you,” he cuts me off, his hand on the back of my head, pressing me even more firmly into his chest. “Dad wasn’t supposed to go to your room last night. He said he wouldn’t go without me. I came as soon as I heard he did. I’m so sorry if he scared you.”

As soon as he says the words, my whole body starts to tremble. It’s like him saying it out loud has finally given me permission to feel it.

Fear.

Yes. That’s exactly what I felt last night. I was too confused to even know what to call it. But the whole thing was terrifying. I was afraid.

But I was also turned on by it all. I was wet. So I…liked it. That meant I wanted it… Right?

I press my face into Dominick’s chest. I’m still so confused.

But everything feels better in his arms.

The tilting world seems to settle back on its axis.

Impulsively, I reach up on tiptoes and kiss him.

I open my mouth to him, but Dominick surprises me. He pulls back.

Crap.

That was the wrong thing to do—trying to kiss him when he just came here to check on me. Besides, Dad said we aren’t supposed to sneak around anymore. Technically, kissing Dom isn’t sneaking around, but it could be construed that way and—

Then Dominick’s lips land on mine and all my thoughts still again.

Blessed quiet in my head.

Dom’s tongue doesn’t seek entrance and he doesn’t press for more. It’s just a gentle, sweet, soft press of his lips. And that’s it.

After a short moment, he pulls back. Then he leans his forehead against mine.

And I don’t care if anyone sees us and makes the connection that he’s my new stepbrother. I barely talk to anyone on campus anyway. Having him so close is everything.

“God I’ve missed you,” he whispers, his eyes slipping closed. “These shifts at the hospital have been hell, knowing I’m not keeping my promise of protecting you.”

I frown. “Protecting?”

The line between his eyebrow deepens but then he opens his eyes and he smiles at me.

“But I’m here with you now. Come on.” He looks around us at students streaming past and the general commotion of the quad. “Let’s get out of here and go somewhere quieter.”

I nod. I have a class in an hour, but with how little I was able to focus on my morning lectures, nothing sounds better than skipping and spending time with Dominick.

“Do you want to get some coffee or something to eat?” I touch his arm, noting the dark circles under his eyes. “I can only imagine how exhausted you must be. Have you been eating? You’ve got to remember to take care of yourself, not just your patients, Dom.”

His smile widens and his eyes soften as he looks over at me. Then he does the last thing I expect. He reaches over and intertwines his fingers with mine.

Oh my God, he’s holding my hand.

Such a simple gesture.

After all the things we did last Saturday, it should feel like the least intimate thing in the world. And yet it makes my heart sing in a way that all the erotic and sexual things I experienced in that room and with his father last night pale in comparison.

“First of all, I want you to know that what happened last night won’t happen again. Not without me there.” He looks up at me, eyes widening as he rushes on, “And only if you want it to.” Then he breathes out and looks down, grimacing like he’d practiced some speech but it came out wrong. “How are you? With everything that’s happened? Just say the word and it all stops.” He swings our arms back and forth slightly as we walk. I think he’s leading us toward a small coffee shop on the corner, but I’m not sure.

And I can’t help stiffening at his questions.

He notices.

Of course he notices.

He stops in his tracks at the edge of the quad underneath a blooming cherry tree. “Sarah?”

I shrug, then nod towards the little shop. “Let’s get coffee. I need a caffeine fix.” I paste on a smile and then tug him across the road as the walk sign starts to flash a countdown.

He lets it go and we go get our coffees. He orders me a white mocha macchiato, my favorite drink when I’m disregarding calories. Which apparently I am today. I don’t mind because frankly, I won’t deny I’m in need of comfort food. I don’t balk at the blueberry scone he buys me either, but only because he gets one for himself too.

It’s only after we’re out of the coffeeshop and walking down the sidewalk sipping our drinks that Dominick starts up again. “So? Spill.”

“What?” I try to deflect, using a stir stick to eat some of the whip cream off the top of my macchiato. Dominick’s holding the bag with the scones. I get all the cream and then pop the top back on to drink the rest of the coffee. God, that hits the spot.

He lets me avoid his questions a little longer, leading the way to a small park another block and a half down. Then we settle underneath a big tree. I’m not sure what kind, but it has a huge trunk and root system that sticks out of the ground. Dominick takes off his bag and settles himself on one of the roots, back against the trunk. He pats his lap for me to sit.

It’s a spring day. Flowers are in bloom. The sun shines bright and happy. The most handsome man I can possibly imagine is gesturing for me to sit with him under a shaded tree with sweet treats awaiting me in a pastry bag.

…And all I feel like doing is curling up against him and crying.

Damn it, what is wrong with me?

I bite back the tears as I sit on his knee, set down my coffee on the ground, and snuggle against him.

“Um, you’re not allowed to be this perfect,” I whisper against his chest, wiping at a stray tear that manages to escape my eye.

He winces underneath me. “God, don’t say that.” His voice is dark. Full of…self-loathing? I look up at him in confusion.

But his facial features match what I thought I heard in his voice. His mouth is clenched and eyes cast down as he looks away from me.

“Dom? What’s wrong.”

When he looks up at me, his eyebrows are dropped low. Sorrowful. “Sarah, have you ever stopped to think that maybe my dad isn’t the best guy in the world?”

I sit up straighter and look at him. Really look at him.

“But…” I shake my head. “The two of you are so close. I don’t understand. I thought you looked up to him. It’s why you went into medicine.”

He breathes out hard and looks away again. “Things between me and Dad are complicated. I hated him for a long time growing up. I thought he was a monster. That he drove Mom away. But then things changed.”

He takes a long drink of his coffee—straight espresso, naturally—before putting down his cup beside mine.

“How? What happened?”

His expression goes dark again. Brow furrowed, dark eyes stormy. He shrugs. “Some stuff went down. I don’t really want to get into it. I got really competitive with him. I did some things I’m not proud of. Anyway, all of it convinced me that maybe we weren’t that different after all. Like father, like son, ya know?”

His eyes lift briefly to meet mine before he drops them again. “So I thought, who am I to judge him? Maybe this is just how all people are? Good and bad. Light and dark. We’re all just a little screwed up. I sort of accepted it.”

He looks up at me again, and this time his eyes are earnest. “So yeah, at first going into medicine was part of the competitive thing. I was going to be a doctor, but be better than he ever was. I would be a surgeon and do a specialty far more impressive than his. I would be one of the best in the country.”

He reaches out and grasps my hand again. Like he’s desperate for even more of a connection with me than our bodies touching where I sit on his lap. “But I swear it became more than that. It wasn’t until I started my residency about a year ago. But when I started interacting with real patients. Seeing the impact of medicine on human lives. Families. Seeing how loved ones rallied around the sick person. Celebrated.” Pain knits his brow. “And how they grieved when we lost someone. It all became real. Even if I hadn’t started out with the right intentions, I knew that now this was why I was going to be in it for the long haul. The patients.”

“Oh Dominick,” I reach out a hand and cup his cheek. I hate that he feels like he has to plead for me to believe him when anyone can see he cares about his patients so much he works himself to the bone. He wants the Boston General residency because he knows it will make him the best doctor, able to save the most lives.

“I know your heart.” My hand slides down from his cheek and I settle it over his chest. His heartbeat is steady underneath my palm.

To my bewilderment, his face crumbles at my pronouncement. His head falls forward and he buries his forehead against my breast. “I don’t deserve you,” he whispers. “Neither of us deserve you.”

“Shh, stop it,” I move so that I’m straddling him, then I run my fingers through his long, soft hair. I don’t care if the position is slightly indecent with me wearing a dress—the bottom has a big round skirt and I’m still perfectly covered.

Besides, all I can think about is Dominick. I just need to get as close to him as possible. I don’t know where all this self-denigration is coming from, but I hate it.

The fact that he’s opening up to me? That I welcome. I just hate that this is what he’s been hiding in his heart. I draw him closer and kiss the top of his head, right where the swirl of his cowlick begins.

“You’re going to be just fine,” I whisper, looking around at the beautiful spring afternoon. “Both of us are going to be just fine.”

And being here in his arms, it feels true. I’ve felt so lost all day, but he brought me back to myself. It’s true that I haven’t fully figured out who I am yet… but maybe that’s not something to be scared of. Maybe it’s something to be excited about.

I get to discover myself. How amazing is that?

And when I’m with Dominick it’s like the entire horizon opens up, huge and vast. Full of unending possibilities and a hundred different paths, each with a bright future.

Always with him by my side.

I lean my cheek on top of his head. He pulls me back against the tree and we hold fast to one another.

Finally, I can’t keep it inside any more. Without really thinking it through, it just pops out.

“I love you.”

The only signal that he hears is his fingers clutch tighter on my waist. Then, for a couple of minutes, nothing. He just keeps holding me, his head buried in my chest.

Except…well, that’s not exactly true.

It’s after about thirty seconds that I begin to feel it.

I’m straddling him and where my sex is pressed up against his, I start to feel him through his scrubs. His cock becomes noticeably hard, pressing up through the denim and against the thin barrier of my cotton panties.

My breath hitches and unwittingly, my fingers in his hair claw at his scalp.

That only makes his cock jump and harden more.

“Sarah.” My name is a long, drawn out groan.

Then he shifts me against him, back and forth, no doubt seeking friction.

The moisture that had just begun to gather becomes a flood at the needy gesture.

Then he stops and breathes out hard, looking up. “Beautiful, no, I don’t want to take advantage—”

I scoff. “I’m not a kid.” Then I feel my cheeks heat. I know we play at the whole Daddy thing but it doesn’t mean that I’m actually—

“I know you’re not,” he hurries to say, obviously reading the expression on my face. And then he kisses me.

Which is the best thing of all.

At least until a couple of catcalls and whistles break out nearby.

I pull away in embarrassment and Dominick helps me to my feet. He shields me from on-lookers while I grab our coffees and pastries. He slings his bag back over his chest.

As soon as we’re out of the park, I bust up laughing, covering my mouth with my forearm. Dominick looks down at me like he was afraid of how I might react, but then he starts laughing too.

He tosses our empty coffee cups in a trashcan as we pass. Then he grabs me up in his arms and swings me in a circle. I shriek as he twirls me around once and then twice.

“God, I love you,” he says, grinning at me once I’m finally settled on solid ground, still giggling my head off.

The giggles immediately die off. And like two polarized magnets, our lips immediately lock together again.

I can’t get enough of him. My legs entwine with his. I need to get closer. I don’t care that people are watching. I don’t care that we get catcalled again.

“Dominick,” I whisper desperately into his mouth between kisses. “Oh God, Dom.”

My breathy words seem to break him out of some kind of trance though, because he moves away from me and grabs my hand.

It’s not a sweet intertwining of fingers like before.

No, he takes my hand firmly as he urges me forward. Straight down the block in the direction we came from. Back toward the college.

“Where are we—?” But he takes off at a jog to get across the street before the light turns and I hurry to keep up with him.

Before I know it, he’s leading me into the towering university library and pressing the button for the elevator. It’s mid-afternoon and most students are in class, so for once, there’s no one else waiting. As soon as the elevator pings and the doors open, Dominick drags me inside. As soon as the doors close and he’s hit the button for the eighth floor, he has me up against the wall and is devouring my mouth again.

When he shoves his leg between my thighs, all I can think is, oh God, yes.

It’s an older building and the elevator is slow. When Dominick’s hands come underneath my buttocks and he hikes me even further up his thigh, I wrap my legs around his waist and flex back and forth for as much friction as I can get.

“Oh God,” I breathe out. “Oh Dom.”

“I go by either name, beautiful,” he says, grinning devilishly and only pulling away when the elevator pings again at the eighth floor.

I’m flushed and so amped by the time he pulls me toward wherever he’s taking us, I’m sure that I’d follow this man to hell and back. God or devil, I don’t really care right now. I just need him between my thighs again. As soon as possible.

I don’t have to wait long. Still gripping my hand, he pulls me down through several racks to a handicapped unisex bathroom. We slip inside and a second later, Dominick’s flipped the lock and has me up against the wall.

His hand immediately slips underneath my dress.

My gasp of pleasure echoes throughout the small tiled bathroom and Dominick’s other hand lifts a finger to my lips. “Shh,” he grins at me. “It’s a library, beautiful. Gotta be quiet.”

And then the bastard drops to his knees and his head disappears underneath my dress. My panties are at my ankles the next moment and—

Oh sweet Jesus—

I can’t help the little moan that escapes my throat. What he’s doing with his tongue— Oh God, that should be illegal in all fifty states. Except no, because it feels soooooooooooooo good.

After the next high-pitched noise, he lifts the skirt of my dress and gives me a warning look. I slap my own hand over my mouth. If only so he’ll get back to it.

He gives me a grin. A very naughty, naughty grin.

And then that wicked, delicious, sent-from-heaven tongue starts to suck, and twist and thrust—

I’m right on the edge when Dominick retreats again, pulling out from underneath my dress and wiping his mouth with his forearm.

What? He can’t stop now. I was thiiiiiiis close to coming. I reach for him to drag him back but he steps away.

He smirks. “Do you want something?”

I breathe out in frustration. He knows exactly how close I was. I fight hard not to stomp my foot in frustration. Then again, I did say I wasn’t a child.

But it’s not fair!

“Come here and you can get your treat,” he says with a clear teasing note in his voice. He leans over and grabs something I can’t see from his bag.

“What is that?” I step forward to try to look over his shoulder.

“Ah ah ah,” he chides, moving whatever it is out of my sight. He looks back at me and gestures toward the sink. “Assume the position like a good little girl.”

I look at the sink and then back at him. Does he mean like when…?

“Hands on the counter, ass out,” he confirms. He’s moved whatever he got out of his bag behind his back. The way he’s standing, so military straight, issuing commands, he looks more than ever like Dad.

And, however messed up it may be, my sex only gets wetter.

I obey, both feeling thrilled and disturbed.

He comes up behind me. I can see his reflection in the mirror. He’s almost a head taller than me and so much broader. I do look like a child in comparison.

No. Not a child. I just look very petite. Womanly. And he’s all man.

“That’s right,” he says, his voice low and husky. “Watch us together in the mirror. Watch how goddamn sexy you are.”

Then he reaches down and lifts my dress right up and off over my head. I left my panties behind when I stepped out of them to come over to the counter. The dress had a built-in bra so now I’m completely naked.

Dominick tugs off both his shirts, and then it’s just him and me in the mirror.

His hand slides around my waist and down to my soaking sex. His touch is enough to make me insane, but the image of us, naked together in the mirror, his focused gaze intent on where he’s touching me—oh God, I shudder and collapse back against him as the spasm rocks through my body.

“Eyes open,” he whispers sharply, so I force my eyes open.

He pushes his other finger in my mouth. I suck it even as the waves begin to rocket outward through my body. I watch in confused bliss as he drops his second hand—I think to join the first—but no. Oh—

Oh—!

My eyes shoot open and the orgasm lights even higher as his forefinger nudges and probes at my most forbidden place.

I grab the counter and pitch forward, pinned between it and his body, unable to stop from crying out as the tip of his forefinger penetrates my ass.

I clench around both of his digits as the climax peaks. My whole body goes tight and then expands like a heat bomb explodes from my center.

I barely have a moment to even consider everything that just happened though, because Dominick uses the momentary relaxing of my body to push his finger even further in my back entrance.

I hiss out in shock, my eyes going wide again. My head jerks up as I look at Dominick in the mirror. He was watching for my reaction, I can tell by the way his eyes are narrowed and he’s biting his lip in concentration like he does sometimes when we study together.

He planned this.

Maybe not in this exact way, but he always intended to get in my…in my…

He always wanted in back there.

My muscles flex and tighten around his finger where it’s lodged inside me at the realization.

His pupils dilate even more than they already are and his nostrils flare in reaction.

And an aftershock rocks through my limbs at seeing it.

He is so turned on right now. His scrubs are so thin, I can feel just how hard he is against me. Is he planning to take me there? To stick it in there? Right now?

Would I let him? Do I want that?

I think of how Dad just shoved in my pussy. I didn’t feel ready for that. It hurt so bad. Even last night, there was still so much pain involved.

It makes everything so confusing.

With Dominick, at least so far, I’ve only felt comfort and safety. Not pain. But is he like Dad? He said that he was, earlier. Does he also want to make me cry and taste my tears?

I clench around him again, but this time because part of me wants to pull away. A big part.

“Sarah? What’s going on.” When I look up again, I see that, though the lust is still there, there’s also concern. “What just happened? You can talk to me. If there’s anything happening you’re not comfortable with, just tell me.”

Dominick starts to withdraw his finger but I stop him.

“No,” I say quickly. God, this is Dominick. As much as they look alike, he’s not Dad. “I just…” I bite my lip.

“What? Sarah, I meant it. You can tell me anything.” With his hand that was drawing pleasure from my sex just moments ago, he pulls my hair back from my neck and drops a series of sweet, maddening kisses along my shoulder.

I shudder against his lips. “I like everything you do to me. I-I, I’m just not sure I’m ready for you to,” I pause again, not wanting to displease him.

“What?”

Again he starts to withdraw his back finger, and again, I clench around him to stop him.

“You can touch me there,” I say quickly, “but I just don’t think I’m ready to, you know…” my cheeks go pink in the mirror. “…have sex there.” The last part comes out as a whisper.

Dominick visibly relaxes in the mirror and he smiles.

“I know, babe.” He kisses my neck again, sucking and nipping. “That’s why I want to prepare you. This is how we do that.” And then his finger starts to rotate and move in and out. “I want to show you how good it can feel to have pressure back there while I take you high.” His deep voice has my sex clenching and I can’t help the little whine that comes out at his words.

“Bend over,” he whispers low in my ear. He nips at my ear and then urges me to follow his directions with his hands.

I do and soon I’m lying with my breasts against the cold counter. Ass out. I look in the mirror at Dominick looking down at me in satisfaction.

It’s then that I can finally see the small object that he pulls from his pocket where he must have put it earlier. Well, two objects. One of them is a little tube.

The other is a long, thin dildo.

My eyes widen as he squirts gel from the tube on the dildo. Well, is it a dildo if it’s not shaped like a penis? It’s just long, thin, and looks made of rubber.

The next thing I know, Dominick’s clicked something and it starts vibrating.

Immediately I tense up, but Dom’s calm, assuring voice has me relaxing again. He puts his hand at the bottom of my spine. “Just relax, hon. It’s the same as my fingers. Here, why don’t I open you up again first.” He looks back down at me.

“Christ,” his voice is low, “I love getting my fingers in that sweet, tight little ass of yours. Do you know what a dream come true it will be to take you here, beautiful? Christ, I go crazy just thinking about it.”

As he talks, one of his fingers, which he also drenched in gel, starts to probe at my entrance. “Your little body was made for me, do you know that? At the wedding it was fucking killing me to see you dancing with Dad. I wanted to rip his hands off your waist. You were so beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

As he talks, I relax, and his finger slips inside again. He presses the advantage and the tip of another pushes for entry along with the first.

“You’re doing so good. Christ, feel how hot and slick you are. Just gobbling up my fingers.” His face takes on that look of pained pleasure in the mirror that drives me absolutely insane. And the feeling of what he’s doing to me. So foreign. And forbidden.

But it’s Dominick.

And the pressure.

With how slowly he’s going, it doesn’t hurt at all. He was right. It does feel good. Everything Dominick does feels good. So good. So right.

The second finger slips inside and I jolt in surprise.

Dominick’s mouth drops open and he looks just as shocked. And so turned on, I can’t even.

“Beautiful, I’m gonna blow in my pants, you’re so fucking perfect. Christ— Christ—” He stares down at my backside looking absolutely mesmerized, no doubt watching the spot where his fingers disappear into my ass, slowly twisting back and forth and around. Exploring and stretching and—

“I’ve gotta taste you while I’m in your ass like this,” he says suddenly. Then, not removing his fingers, he drops to his knees and swivels so that he’s underneath the sink, facing my sex. His forearm is still raised, fingers buried two knuckles deep in my ass.

He lifts up on his knees slightly and then his mouth latches onto my clit.

I was riding a pleasant buzz after my last orgasm while I focused on the sensations of what his fingers were doing to my body, but all the sensations combined together.

So much.

Too much almost.

Oh God, I’m almost immediately at the edge again, except that this time, it’s so much higher. I don’t know why second orgasms tend to be more explosive than the first, but they are for me. Even more so this time because of the next feelings Dominick has been introducing me to, both physically and emotionally…

The fullness in the back, plus stimulation at the front— Oh my God, I can’t—

I clench and clench and bite down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming as the second orgasm rips through me.

Dominick keeps suckling at me and pumping his fingers in and out of my ass through it all. He only stops minutes later when the aftershocks spasming through my legs threaten to make me fall over.

“Can’t stand up much longer,” I pant. “Too much.”

Those too words encapsulate all of it. But God, I still want more. So I tell Dom. “More.” My pussy is still aching.

“I need more,” I whine, pressing up against Dominick’s body when he stands back up and pulls his fingers from my backside. “Another,” I say greedily, kissing him hard. “I want another. I need another.” I lift a leg around his hips and grind my pussy against his cock.

Pussy.

Cock.

God I love the way those words sound.

“I want you inside me,” I growl against his lips.

He nips at my lower lip and groans. “You don’t know how much I want that. Christ, and how quickly you come, it’s so fucking insane. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He kisses me hard. “But you’re too sore. You need rest down there.”

“But you!” I reach down and grab his cock through his scrubs. Ugh, why is he still wearing those. I want to see that gorgeous, beautiful cock of his. I want it now. I shove the waistband of his scrubs down, freeing his glorious dick. It’s raging and hard and I want it.

I start to drop down to my knees, licking my lips, but Dominick stops me with a firm shake of his head.

“Not today, beautiful. Today is all about you.”

“But—” I protest.

“Don’t forget,” he says, pulling the vibrator back out of his pocket. He’s turned it off, but just the sight of the toy makes my breath short. “Your training for the day isn’t done yet.”

I can’t help licking my lips again. Dominick, who’s watching my lips, grins.

“Up on the counter.” He gestures me to hike myself up on the elevated sink, then lifts me himself when I apparently don’t move fast enough for his liking. He hikes my ankles up in the air, relubricates the dildo, and has it nudging at my asshole in moments.

A shudder racks my body at feeling the cold plastic. I look down, and from this angle, I can watch it disappear in my forbidden little hole.

I swallow hard and relax like Dominick instructs. He’s right. Because of the stretching he’s done, it slides in without any problem at all.

Dominick quickly washes his hands.

And then he turns the dildo on to vibrate again.

Which brings on a whole new slew of sensations. It’s far longer than his fingers and he’s not hesitant about pushing it in deep. Then deeper. Then deeper still.

Soon I can feel it rumbling so deep inside me. Oh God, I’m so full.

Dominick moves the wand all around and it vibrates up and through my sex. Which is when he naturally begins to play with my pussy again. He leisurely circles my clit, then dips down through my lips, plunges one finger into my channel, then two. Then he starts toying with my clit.

Basically he’s freaking torturing me.

Until I grab his arms and jerk him against me, kissing him until both of us are out of breath. With him so close, his cock is caught between our stomachs. Even the feel of it makes my pussy tighten on the fingers he has inside me.

“I want you to come,” I say, biting his lower lip. “Come all over me.”

He growls and moves back only far enough to grab his shaft. He jerks himself so roughly and I’m fascinated by the sight.

I can’t take my eyes off of his hand on his cock. The fluid, masculine movement of him pleasuring himself. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

He’s still plunging the dildo in and out of my ass with his other hand. But it’s watching him masturbate that has me on the edge again.

“Touch yourself,” he orders. “And come when I tell you to. Not a fucking moment before, do you hear me?”

I nod, breathing so hard my chest pumps up and down. I drop a hand down my body. Another forbidden thing. I can’t believe I’m about to—

But watching Dominick, the only thing I can think is God, I need friction.

It’s so insanely hot seeing him like this. The needy strain on his face. The way he grips himself so ruthlessly, dragging the skin up and down, twisting hard around the bulbous head and then just jerking back down. Then the way his eyes go slowly unfocused and his mouth is lax with pleasure.

“I said fucking touch yourself,” he commands. “One hand on your clit, the other buried in your cunt. I want you filthy with your own juices.”

I pant as I obey, rushing to circle my clit. I’m so swollen and sensitive down there from coming twice already, my sex jerks as soon as I make contact. I lean back against the mirror and then stick first one finger inside myself and then two. Oh God, I’ve never done that before. Never actually put my fingers inside myself. Ever. I’ve only touched my clit, and that only tentatively. Always with so much guilt.

My insides feel strange. Hot and soft and stretchy.

Dominick’s merciless with the dildo now. He saws it in and out of my ass, but it feels good, so good.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says through clenched teeth, his face screwing up with strain and pleasure. “I’ve never seen anything so goddamned beautiful. Fucking come with me. Now.”

And I do. I come and I come and I come.

Dominick jerks himself and ropes of cum spray on my stomach and I come so hard I feel like I might black out and my head split in two.

When I can feel my limbs and see again, Dominick is clutching me to him, kissing my face, and he’s whispering over and over, “I love you. I love you, Sarah. Christ, I love you so much.”

My heart sings even as a loud knock starts up at the door.

I ignore it and grab Dominick’s face. “I love you too. Forever.” I kiss him hard.

I feel so light, so happy. Maybe it’s because we have to scurry to clean up and get our clothes on that Dominick’s face becomes shadowed.

Or I’m just imagining it because five minutes later, we’re both laughing after the librarian glowered at us, saying there was a noise complaint and asking for our student IDs.

Dominick covered for me saying we’d forgotten them in the dorm and then told me to run for it. He grabbed my hand and we rushed for the stairs.

Yes, as we walk hand in hand toward Dominick’s car and I’m more happy and fulfilled than I’ve ever felt in my life, I’m sure any darkness I glimpsed in Dom’s face was just in my imagination.