Page 14 of Dominic

Chapter Nine

For three daysthey fell into a routine of Cassandra eating and sleeping. They would eat meals together. After which he would ask her if she was still tired.

She was.

She didn’t know why. Part of it was the terror and exhaustion she’d faced at Tambour’s hands. Part of it was that she’d been on the run for two weeks before she was caught by Tambour. Part of it was that she’d never slept well. She’d never been in a situation where she could afford to give herself deep, even sleep for hours on end. Her family had often been in hiding, needing to move at a moment’s notice. And even when they weren’t, her stepfather and stepbrother couldn’t be trusted.

So when Dominic asked her after every meal if she was still tired, she’d been truthful. And he’d sent her back to bed, where she’d slept until it was time to get up for another meal. Her sleeping mind, despite everything, knew here she was safe.

At night, he would sleep with her in the bed, never touching her but at least there. Each morning, true to his word, she’d woken up with his hand at her nape pulling her mouth down to his morning erection. She’d diligently sucked him off, sometimes before he was even fully awake.

Sometimes, after a meal, he’d made her give him another blow job. Sometimes it was under the table. Once it was at his desk. And another time, he made her hang her head over the side of the bed and he’d fucked her mouth like she was his own personal toy.

Not once since that first blow job had he allowed her to come again, even by rubbing herself against him.

And he hadn’t whipped her again, hadn’t spanked her in any way. The only exception had been last night when she’d been having such a wonderful dream about having sex with Dominic that she almost thought it was real.

Three sharp slaps to her ass had her waking up.

“Quit fucking the pillow,” Dominic had said. “I will tell you when you’re allowed to get off.”

She pushed her ass back against his hand. If he wouldn’t allow her to orgasm, she’d wanted him to spank her. Bring her to that place of mental relief and oblivion.

But he wouldn’t do that either. He’d forced her to go back to sleep with her legs tucked under her chest, ass out, arms up by her head. There was no way she could grind herself or touch herself in any way.

At this point she’d beg him to spank or fuck her in any way he wanted. Even in the ass, which he knew she didn’t tend to like.

But that was what she was afraid of, that he no longer wanted her in that way at all any more. That she was here to suck him off when he felt like it, otherwise to be ignored.

When he’d rescued her from Ian Tambour she’d known she was going from the frying pan to the fire. She’d envisioned daily whippings, nipple clamps, being fucked anywhere and everywhere he wanted with no say in the position or her pleasure.

She never imagined he would ignore her except for a blow job here or there.

Seven years ago their relationship had been explosive. They hadn’t been able to keep their hands off of each other. Even knowing she was lying to him and it would eventually have to end she’d given herself over to him fully. Daily.

Dominic’s brothers had teased them about their need for each other, about their inability to stop touching even when they went out.

And she and Dominic had gone everywhere. Not just in New Orleans but all around. Dinners, operas, theater. For the girl who had grown up pickpocketing and looking out for cops, it had been a regular Cinderella story.

And then he had whisked her off to Vegas and in a fit of passion, they’d married each other.

She hadn’t known she was pregnant at the time. If she had maybe she wouldn’t have let him take her so roughly against the balcony railing of their suite. Or tied spreadeagled on the large bed. Or again in the giant Jacuzzi tub.

But she probably would’ve.

He’d never known about the baby she’d lost. And she never planned to tell him. She could hardly bear to think about it herself even all these years later.

And today she wasn’t going to think about it. Today, for the first time, the exhaustion that had blanketed her for the last three days was gone. She felt closer to her old self then she had in weeks.

Today she was going to do something besides sleep in the bed. She didn’t know what that was, but it would be something.

She wandered down to the kitchen still dressed in one of Dominic’s shirts. His shirts had been the only thing she had worn since she got here.

Dominic was making coffee and food – some fruits and breads like she liked to eat for breakfast – sat along the kitchen island.

She had woken him up with the required blow job then had taken a shower. Her long hair still fell damp down her back. She looked away as he leaned back against the counter, coffee in hand, studying her.

“You’re feeling better today.”

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