Page 81 of Restore Me

“It would feel better if it was you.” I pant, swirling a finger around my swollen clit.

He arches a brow at me. “I’m sure it would. You make it sound like you need me. Do I have that right, Sloane? Do you need me to make you come? Am I the only one who knows how to take care of that perfect little pussy?”

A shudder moves through me, ignited solely by his words. I circle my clit once more and wonder when he’s going to tell me to stop. The whole point of me doing this was to show him how wet I am for him, but I’m certain he can hear it. The filthy sounds of me pleasuring myself echo around us, proving my point.

“Yes.” I moan. “I need you, Dominic.”

“Show me.” He says, leaning forward just a little. “Let me see how much you need me.”

Reluctantly, I pull my hand away from the heat of my slit. My forefinger is glistening and soaked in my juices. Dominic watches as a drop runs down my hand, and I swear I see the exact moment dark brown gives way to molten obsidian.

He crooks a long finger at me, gesturing for me to come closer, and my feet move without question. Closing the distance between us in several strides that I try to make look sexy even though my legs are shaking. When I reach him, Dominic hooks a hand behind my knee and lifts my foot, setting it down to rest on the outside of his hard thigh.

I’m completely open to him. My soaked pussy is so close to his mouth I can feel the warm air from every breath that passes his lips. Ardent fingers run an incendiary trail up my leg, from my knee to my ankle, and then back again. Having his hands on me again feels like heaven, and I nearly sag with relief at the contact.

Why bother touching myself when he can make me feel like this in a matter of seconds?

A shiver rolls down my spine as he moves the hand I was just using to touch myself to his lips. He sucks my fingers into the scorching heat of his mouth and groans. It’s a long and deeply sexual sound that reverberates through me as his tongue laps at my skin. Cleaning off my juices with long, hard pulls I feel in my core. When he’s done, he places my hand back on my trembling slit and sits back.

“Finish.”

“What?” My voice trembles, confusion, and hesitancy stamped across my face, while he waits patiently for me to follow his order. I want to resist, to fight back just a little, but even as disappointment claws at my chest, and the hope of handing over the reins to him dies, my body fights to obey him. The need to please him overpowering the need to have his hands on me.

I stare down at him, astonished by how quickly and subtly he’s trained my body to respond to his commands. Mastering it without giving me so much as a hint of what it would mean to be conquered so completely. To be so desperate to please him that I’d go against my own best interest. To be so caught up in his spell that even when I’m standing over him in a universally recognized position of power, every part of me knows he’s still the one in control.

“Finish. Show me how you’re going to make yourself come when this is over and me taking care of your insatiable pussy is nothing but a memory.”

My blood catches fire even as the thought of going back to a reality where Dominic touching me is no longer a thing breaks my heart. With a soft moan and the rough pads of his fingers trailing down the outside of my thigh, I slide two fingers through my slit before allowing them to sink into the warm wetness gathered at my core.

Dominic inhales sharply. “Fuck. Do that again but rub your clit when you pull them out this time.” I do as I’m told, relishing in the sound of his ragged breaths. “Hold yourself open with your other hand, baby. I want to see all of you.”

Again, I obey. My free hand reaches the apex of my thighs and holds my sex open, so he can watch my fingers disappearing inside of me.

“Touch me,” I beg, sounding needy and breathless even to my own ears.

Dominic shakes his head but plants a kiss on the inside of my knee, and I want to scream. My body is on fire and there’s a pounding need in my blood I know won’t go away until his hands are on me.

“It’s got to be you, angel. When these eights weeks are up, I want to be sure you know how to take care of yourself.” His wicked lips curl into a sinful smile. “Think of it as my parting gift to you.”

I lick my lips, pressing on the swollen bud with a firm but gentle pressure that leaves me panting but nowhere near release. Sweat beads on my hairline as my gaze sweeps over Dominic. He looks so cool and collected like there isn’t a woman desperately fingering herself mere inches from his face. How can he be so unbothered? Agitation ripples through me, and suddenly I’m willing to do anything to get him as worked up as I am.

My eyes fall shut, and I shift my feet apart a little more, focusing all of my attention on my clit. “Maybe I’ll get someone else to take care of my needs when this is done. Then I won’t need your parting gift at all. Would that make you feel better? ”

A sharp slap to my ass has my eyes popping open in surprise. Dominic’s expression is a mixture of dark emotion—fury, desire, and possessiveness brimming in the dark pools. Pain spreads out from my right cheek, and my breath catches when Dominic rubs the sensitive skin with his palm, making pleasure mingle with it. The thrill of having his hands on me, even if it is to punish me for taunting him with my words, sets off sparks deep in my core. I whimper as I feel, more than hear, the long breath Dominic lets out.

His hand digs into my flesh, squeezing my ass hard, and I’m acutely aware of how close he is to where I need him. Just a simple shift and he could be sinking his fingers inside of me. But I know Dominic, and he’s not going to let that happen, so I don’t push it. I limit my movements to a small circling of my hips, and he keeps touching me. Staring up at me with blown pupils that tell me he’s close to losing control.

“Well in that case…” He releases my flesh and drags his hand from my ass to my hip and then up my body, slowly unraveling me while he regains his composure. When he pauses to knead my breasts, my moan echos around us, and triumph flashes in his eyes like I’ve just confirmed something for him. “Let’s prepare for the inevitable moment where you let another man in your bed and realize too late that his touch does nothing for you because I’ve ruined you for anyone else.”

I open my mouth to tell him I was only joking, that I already know he’s ruined me for anyone else, last night with Ash taught me that, but the only thing that comes out is another moan. The early tremors of an orgasm start to move through me. I rock my hips into my hand, the filthy sounds of my fingers swirling around my clit, mingling with my heavy breaths. Sparks start at the base of my spine and spread out, blooming low in the pit of my belly. My core clenches hungrily around nothing, and I bite my lip, eyeing the erection straining inside Dominic’s pants.

He catches me staring and blesses me with a dark chuckle that has no humor in it. “Stop thinking about my dick and focus on coming, angel.”

“I’m trying.” I pout, but my fingers have slowed down significantly. All of my thoughts on seeing Dominic’s dick hard and throbbing for me. “But I want to see you. Take your dick out.”

“You’re not in charge here, Sloane.” His hand goes back to my raised knee, spreading me out further. “Now be a good girl and come for me, so I can give you a reward.”

It’s a command and a challenge wrapped in one. Dominic’s eyes are glowing with heated possession as he watches my fingers start to move again, the promise of a reward from him motivating me to hunt down the orgasm I abandoned. My mind is racing with hope and fevered desperation, anxious to find my release so I can find out what he has planned for me.

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