Page 22 of Dominic

Chapter Twelve

Dominic wasable to keep his brothers at bay for another three days. It wasn’t easy. Rumors that Cassandra was his wife had reached their ears, as Dominic had known it would. They were on their way over now to find out exactly what was going on.

She was currently sitting on the couch in his office, dressed again in one of his shirts. She’d been naked over most of the last three days — God, he still hadn’t gotten tired of taking her in every way he could think of — and it was only now, when other people were about to break into their personal bubble that Dominic realized he probably needed to buy her some clothes.

Not that his clothes didn’t adequately cover her petite frame. One of his shirts covered more than most dresses. And right now he was sure she was very glad for that coverage given the chastity belt he’d put on her this morning. She was completely plugged in both the ass and the pussy with two dildos attached to a leather belt that ran through her legs then around her waist.

She’d broken out into a sweat as he’d worked the dildos in her. Walking at first had caused her eyes to glaze with pleasure. When he’d made her bend over and hold the foot of the bed while he’d cracked her ass five times with his belt — pushing those dildos deeper into her — she’d sobbed his name as she came.

It had been such a lovely sound. He expected to hear similar lovely sounds later when he made her go through a series of stretching yoga poses that would cause the dildos to hit exceptionally sensitive places inside her body.

Maybe he’d get one soon that also had a clit stimulator attached to it. He could turn it on and off — turn her on and off — at will.

“You can expect that I’ll be showing that chastity belt to my brothers.”

Cassandra looked up from her book, her cheeks turning red.

He raised and eyebrow. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“I — I don’t like to be displayed.”

Dominic knew that. Cassandra may be very into pain, but she wanted everything to be done in private. She didn’t like to be shown off. Unlike his brother Roman’s fiancee. God knew every time Dominic went over Roman’s house he found Sarah bent over Roman’s desk or standing naked in the corner for everyone to see.

Because Sarah loved it.

But then again, if Roman whipped Sarah the way Dominic whipped Cassandra, Sarah would run screaming from the house. Sarah may liked to be watched, but she didn’t like pain. Everyone was different.

But Dominic was going to make Cassandra a little uncomfortable today.

“Come here.” He crooked a finger at her, grinning when she stood quickly, obviously forgetting about the chastity belt. She grabbed the arm of the couch to steady herself as she adjusted, then walked over to him.

Dominic unbuttoned his shirt on her. “If I want to display you, then I will. You gave up the right to deny me that when you ran away from me.”

He left the bottom two buttons hooked, causing the shirt to provide a frame for her lovely breasts. He reached up and began to play with her nipples, pinching and twisting them until they were hard nubs and she was panting.

“Clamps for these. Then we’ll leave the shirt open so Lukas and Roman can look their fill,” he said, ignoring her distressed moan. He reached into his desk and pulled out a set of clamps, really more decorative than painful since she was going to be wearing them for awhile. Little red beads hung down from them. He clamped the first nipple then the second.

Dominic gave a tug on them both, then arranged her shirt to make sure her breasts were fully visible. “Perfect. What do you say?”

“Thank you, Master,” she muttered, obviously not pleased.

“I can have you bent over my desk getting your ass whipped with those dildos in you until you come screaming, as my brothers watch, if that would make you more agreeable. I’m certainly willing to trade that for the clamps if you don’t want them.”

“No, Sir,” she was very quick to reply. “I like the clamps very much.”

Dom chuckled and reached behind her, grabbing her ass cheeks and pulling them apart, knowing it shifted the dildo in her ass, making her more aware of it.

“So we finally get to meet the missus. I have to admit this wasn’t the pose I was expecting.” Roman’s voice called out from the doorway.

Cassandra jerked away from Dominic’s hands, face flaming. He lifted a brow, but let it go. “Go sit on the couch,” he murmured to her.

She scurried over, keeping her head down as Dominic stood to hug his brothers.

“We all know you’ve got more of a missus than Lukas or I ever have,” Dominic said to Roman.

Roman grinned. “Yep, and I finally gave an official proposal and got an official yes and put a ring on her finger this past weekend. Planning the wedding for this June.”

Dominic got out his Lagavulin 16 whiskey and poured three glasses. He handed two to his brothers, with faces so exactly like his. “To finding a woman worth the title of wife.”

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