Page 63 of The Dominator

He pulled out, flipped me onto my side and pounded into me from behind while then he grabbed my throat again and held it. He didn’t hurt my throat, he didn’t squeeze, but it was possessive. I started to feel that quickening and then he slowed, culling it. I grabbed the headboard with both hands and held on.

“Do you want to come?” he whispered in my ear softly, tickling me.

“Mm.” I felt goose bumps rise all over my back.

“Do you?” His voice got huskier and his rhythm slowed.

“Yeah.”

“Who do you belong to, Athena?” He drove in deep, grazing my nipple with his thumbnail, making it feel like it sparked. And then his hand slid up to hold my throat again in a softer hold. His other hand snaked over my hip, then his fingers were circling between my legs.

“Who do you belong to? Do you belong to that punk, Nick?”

“No,” I breathed.

He rotated his hips while he was inside me, eliciting a groan from me, then twisted my nipple ever so slightly. “Then who?”

Shivers ran up my body. He had the ridge of my ear in between his teeth.

“Who?”

I rocked against him with an, “Ah!”

He pulled out most of the way and then pushed back in hard and I gasped again.

“Tell me who you belong to,” he demanded with my hair in his hand again. He tugged, just a smidgeon past gently.

“I don’t,” I whispered.

He let out a little growl, his mouth at my ear again. “You don’t?” There was warning in his voice.

“I don’t belong to anyone,” I answered softly, feeling a little rush at the idea of this game. Then I bit my lip, swallowed, then added, “Do I?” as innocently as I could muster, though I was feeling far from innocent right now. If I played the game right along with him, maybe it wouldn’t be so scary.

He took a deep breath and tightened his hold on me. “You’re mine. You belong to me, and you were made for me,” he said, low in his throat, then was pushing deep and slow and deliberately, kissing me all over the back of my neck, my shoulders. “Let me show you.”

I felt that quickening again and I started circling my hips back against him, loving how deep he was. One of his hands now gripped my hip and his other hand moved in a pattern that caressed up and down my chest, then up to my throat and each time he got to my throat he gave a little squeeze, not painful, possessive, I guess. I tipped my head back and soaked in the symphony of his fingers, his cock, his lips, even the way one of his legs had locked around me. I was melting into a puddle of sensation, goosebumps on every square inch of my body. When he started to circle around and around my clit, I started to come.

He growled, “Who, Athena, who do you belong to?”

“Ah!” I held my breath and then let out a long “Ohh” and then slowly floated back to earth.

He slapped my ass, making me jolt.

“You’re a naughty girl,” he murmured into my ear, still driving in deep. “You’re lucky I let you come when you’re so fucking naughty.”

It felt as if goosebumps rose on top of goosebumps, if that was even possible. He took me from my side to my stomach and I felt him rise up. He grabbed my hip with one hand and my two wrists into his other palm, which was used to pin me while also bracing himself.

“Ooh, let me wipe that smirk off your face,” he grunted through gritted teeth. I gasped as he slammed hard into me. His free hand moved up and down my back sweetly while he rotated his hips, pushing hard. He pushed in, then slapped my ass, making me jolt, which I could tell he liked a lot because of the way he grunted. Then it was a succession of caresses, slams and slaps with grunts from him and for me, jolts, and moans.

Super quick? This wasn’t quick at all. It had been going on for a long time and I was getting super-exhausted. My legs were still shaky from the orgasm, and I was breathless and sweaty, my hair plastered to my cheek. My ass felt like it was on fire.

“You like this?” he whispered, still pounding into me and tightened his grip around my wrists.

“Mm,” I moaned into the pillow.

“You feel so good,” he told me. “I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy over and over, as much as I want to, and you know why?”

I groaned.

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