Page 17 of Dominic

Chapter Ten

Dominic feltmany things seeing Cassandra spread out, completely exposed, on his kitchen island, ass and thighs red from the spanking he’d given her. Watching her hips undulate every few seconds, humping but finding nothing but air, her ass clenching and unclenching with obvious need had him hard as a fucking rock.

But mostly what he felt seeing her up there, sobbing with her need to come, ready to beg him for whatever he would give her, was relief.

The last three days had pretty much been hell, worrying that she truly had been mentally broken by whatever had happened to her over the last few weeks.

Yesterday he had seriously started looking into some place she could go if she needed care and therapy. Because despite what she done to him seven years ago, there was no way he was going to be able to bring himself to add more trauma to someone who’d already been hurt in that way.

No mistake, he wanted to hurt Cassandra, wanted to punish her. Wanted to whip her, and make her beg, and control everything about her pleasure. But he’d found over the last three days that those needs were secondary to making sure she wasn’t actually mentally and emotionally scarred by things outside his control.

The dead look he’d seen in her eyes, exhaustion bracketing everything she said and did… that was not the person Dominic wanted to punish. That person had already been broken enough.

He kept trying to bring her back to him with the blow jobs, since she’d responded so well under the table to the first one. And since some of the best memories both of them had were of the blow job “training”. But that hadn’t seemed to be enough to drag her out of the fog she’d been in for three days.

But this morning, as she had walked into the kitchen, he’d known his Cassandra was back.

Fucking hell. Not his Cassandra. He was going to nearly kill them both with pleasure, and cause her quite a bit of pain that she loved, but she would never be his Cassandra again. And he damn well better not forget it.

But her eyes were clear, and her spirit was back. He was damn glad to see it. And glad that she didn’t want to go back to sleep.

Although by the time he finished with her today, she would definitely be falling back into an exhausted sleep.

He grabbed a couple of grapes and walked around to face her. He fed her the grapes with one hand and played roughly with her nipples with the other.

She could barely chew she was moaning so hard.

He fed her another one, then reached behind him into a drawer and pulled out a wooden spoon. He held it up in front of her face.

“Remember that time seven years ago when you deliberately got involved with me in order to rob me?”

True apprehension dawned in her eyes. She looked like she wanted to say something.

“What, Cassandra? Is that not true? Did you not meet me at the club that night with the intent to start a relationship with me? To spy on me for your family?”

Her shoulders drooped slightly, her eyes fell away from his. “No, Master. That is true.”

“Then I’m sure you’ll have no trouble understanding why you won’t be coming at all today. That I’m going to take you in your mouth and your ass and your pussy, but you’ll be left wanting.”

Tears leaked out of those gorgeous green eyes, but Dominic wasn’t going to let himself be swayed. It was the least she deserved after what she’d done.

“Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel a little more magnanimous, and if you beg me hard enough I’ll let you come.” He step closer to her ear. “Or maybe this is just what you can expect from here on out. I take you, take my pleasure whenever I want, and you’re just in a constant state of wanting.”

More tears. Good.

“But right now, I’m going to spank you with this spoon until your ass is near blistered. Then you’re going to suck me off.I have a couple hours of work I need to do and I want to make sure you’re thinking about me during that time, and the spanking will make sure you are. After my meeting, I’m going to bend you over my desk, and fuck that very sore ass. We’ll save your pussy for tonight.”

More tears were leaking out of her eyes, but her breathing was so ragged her chest was heaving. Poor little Cassandra didn’t like the thought of not coming, but she definitely liked the thought of being used hard.

He brought the thick wooden spoon up to her lips for her to kiss. She did then he moved around behind her.

He waited just a few seconds, giving her time to get good and tense, then brought the spoon down against the curve of her ass. The spoon was much different than a belt, not nearly as much force, but stung like little bee stings. On top of her already reddened flesh, he knew it burned from the beginning.

“Put your head down and your ass up,” he told her, helping her slide her knees back. It gave her legs some relief from the angle her hips had been placed, but made her entire sits area – that sensitive place where her ass met her thighs – completely vulnerable to him.

He rained blow after stinging blow there, listening as her gasps became cries and then sobs and then wails. He saw how hard her hands were grasping the edge of the counter, but didn’t relent.

“Sits area done, now let’s do your thighs,” he said conversationally. She sobbed more as he brought the spoon down over and over on her thighs, giving her no chance to recover except for the couple of seconds where he moved her thighs further apart so he could slap the tender inner area, getting them good and red. Her body jerked.

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