Page 26 of Dominic

Chapter Fourteen

Over the nextsix weeks they fell into a pattern. The pattern involved a lot of sex — Dominic had fucked Cassandra on almost every surface and in every position in the house — but a pattern nonetheless.

Whatever honeymoon they hadn’t had as newlyweds since she had run off a week after their wedding in Vegas, Dominic was making up for now.

The honeymoon also involved caning, begging, and him chaining her in a custom-made stockade to do with as he pleased.

Neither of them had been able to walk normally the next day.

The day she’d told him the truth about their marriage, about how and why she’d chosen him, he’d been furious. Furious that she really had stolen his mother’s ring and sold it for nothing. Furious that they’d been married all this time and he hadn’t known it.

But mostly he’d been furious that she’d chosen her family — the very ones that ended up giving her to a sadistic thug a few years later to pay a debt — over him. Chosen them over what he and Cassandra could have had together. Over what their marriage really could’ve been.

He’d chosen her and she’d chosen them.

He’d left the house after their talk in the office and half expected when he returned to find her gone. He’d left her unguarded with a number of expensive items she could’ve taken and sold.

But instead when he’d come back, he’d found her naked except for the chastity belt and clamps, her chest leaning over the foot of the bed, with her naked ass facing out, his belt neatly folded by her side.

She’d turned to him over her shoulder. “Please, Sir. Please whip me the way I deserve for what I did.”

He had.

He had because he needed it and she needed it too. He’d whipped her with the chastity belt still on, until he realized that wasn’t giving her what she needed mentally and emotionally. That every blow she received with those dildos inside her just turned her on. A mixture of sexual and pain that she normally loved.

But right then she had just wanted the pain.

He’d removed the chastity belt and the clamps then had whipped her until she was sobbing, begging for his forgiveness.

He’d stopped then. But then she begged him to continue. That she deserved it. He’d whipped her more, her body twitching as she wailed with each blow. He kept hoping she’d find that place that she did so often when he was rough with her. Subspace. Where her mind was free, her emotions clear. But no matter how many times he struck her she never seemed to get there.

Wasn’t allowing herself to get there.

He’d stopped, dropping the belt to the ground when he’d realized no amount of blows were ever going to be enough punishment for what had happened.

Not for him. For her.

Dominic had scooped her up in his arms and carried her naked, shaking body over to the couch, sitting with her in his arms. Even then she’d tried to roll over, to place herself over his lap for him to continue to punish her.

Something in Dominic’s heart cracked. He’d never — even at his most angry — had wanted to hurt Cass as much as she wanted herself to be hurt right then.

He’d cupped her face, threading his fingers into her long golden hair, forcing her to look at him.

“It’s done, sweetheart. It’s done.”

He wasn’t sure if he was talking about the spanking or the past or his anger at her. Or all three. It didn’t matter. It was true for them all. It was done.

He’d held her as she eventually fell into a fitful sleep and realized she was still keeping something from him. He didn’t know what it was, but he wouldn’t be letting his guard down around her.

But he wasn’t going to hold on to his anger any longer either.

And he hadn’t. For the last six weeks, he licked, stroked, and sucked every single inch of her body and she’d done the same to him. They’d eaten all their meals together. Slept in the bed together. For all intents and purposes, they were married.

He bought her clothes and she wore them. While he worked she would read, or watch television. She worked out in his home gym, keeping her lithe body trim and toned with weights and yoga.

And she spent hours out in the garden, planting all sorts of flowers. She cared for them tenderly, watering and weeding daily. Sometimes he would look out the window and find her just sitting with her face towards the sun, basking in the light.

He kept expecting her to ask him to take her places, like they’d gone when they’d been a couple before. Restaurants, theater, trips to the beach or the mountains or New York. To buy her more clothes or entertain her.

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