Page 28 of Dominic

Chapter Fifteen

Cassandra satin the back of the limo that weekend, on the way to the “Taste of Sicily” gala, staring out the window. She knew she looked good in her slinky silver dress that clung to every inch of her skin. Or at least Dominic thought she did. When she’d walked out of the bathroom an hour ago, putting on her earrings, he’d taken one look at her in her dress and heels and actually growled.

He’d walked to her and cupped her breasts through the clingy material, then reached around, grabbing her ass and pulling her hard up against him. He kissed the neck her up-do left exposed, nipping his way up to her ear and thrusting his tongue into the shell. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

“Thank you.” Her words came out in a breathy sigh. She was nervous. Felt like she was playing dress-up and as soon as she set foot in the gala people would know she was a fake.

He stepped away from her, studying her for a long moment. “Bend over,” he finally said. “Put your hands on the arm of the couch.”

She’d turned to obey him and felt him slide the material of her dress up to her waist, exposing her legs and ass encased only in a black thong. Cassandra settled more firmly onto her feet, expecting his belt or hand to strike her at any moment. In some ways she would welcome it.

She was surprised when instead his hand slid from her upper thigh down to one knee, then bent it and pushed it up until it rested on the arm of the couch with her hands.

Then he’d proceeded to crouch between her legs, move the strap of her thong aside and eat her pussy. She gasped as his tongue stabbed into her, then licked up to her clit to tease it. His fingers held her open for him as licked his fill. She collapsed, almost unable to hold her weight when his tongue slid back further to her asshole and licking her there. She felt him spread the juices gushing from her pussy to that hole and ease his finger inside.

His lips returned to her clit, as his finger began fucking in and out of her ass. “Beautiful,” he breathed against her as he laved her once again with his tongue. “So fucking beautiful.”

By the time he’d finished with her she had fallen against the arm of the couch completely unable to support her own weight. His name fell from her lips in sigh after breathless sigh.

He stood, then helped her right her dress, before taking her lips in a soft kiss on which she was able to taste herself. “Beautiful,” he’d murmured again.

In ways she wished he’d whipped her rather than worship her because then at least she’d have a sore ass to concentrate on rather than…

Than what? What horrors was she imagining? A lovely night out with decent people and a handsome, successful, intelligent man?

Ice solidified in her insides. She didn’t belong here. For someone who had spent her whole life lying to others, she shouldn’t be so terrified at pretending for one night. But she was.

She just wanted to go back to Dominic’s house. To be inside those gates where everything made sense to her. Where her world was small and manageable and no one got hurt.

She felt Dominic’s finger under her chin, turning her away from the window. “Do I need to remind you again how beautiful you are? Maybe something different, like pulling up your dress and having you ride my cock until we get there. Help you get out of that head of yours.”

Cassandra looked over to Roman and his fiancee Sarah were talking softly to Dominic’s other brother Lukas. She raised a brow.

Dominic just laughed, and raised his voice loud enough for the other three passengers to hear him. “Trust me, I’ve seen Roman do all sorts of things to Sarah. So if I need to fuck you right here in front of them to get you to calm down, I’m sure they’ll be happy to watch.”

Lukas nodded up and down enthusiastically. “I’m definitely happy to watch.”

Roman laughed. “Actually, I’ll watch while Sarah sucks my cock.”

Lukas gave a blissful sigh. “Oh, both beautiful women going at it? Even better.”

Sarah rolled her eyes and slapped Roman on the arm, then whispered conspiratorially towards Cassandra, “Actually, yesterday he made me give him a blow job under the table while he was in a meeting with five other people, so doing it here wouldn’t be nearly as bad.”

Cassandra just stared at Sarah. How could the woman be here, so happy and comfortable with Roman when he’d humiliated her like that? “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.”

Sarah patted her on the cheek. “Don’t be sorry, I like it. I like to be watched. Roman knows it and makes sure it happens every once in a while.”

“Or heard. She likes to be heard too,” Lukas said with a grin. “If I had a nickel for every time I heard Sarah screaming, ‘Please fuck me harder in the ass’ when I’ve been early to their house for dinner…”

Roman elbowed him in the chest. “Then you’d have five cents. That happened once.”

They laughed and began arguing about it while Cassandra’s face spun to Dominic’s, eyes wide. She didn’t want that. Didn’t want to be forced to do sexually intimate things in front of others. Where they could see. Hear. Would this give him ideas?

His hand came up to rub her shoulder. “Sarah likes to be watched in the same way that you like pain.”

Roman put his arm around his fiancee. “Oh yeah. Sarah likes a little pain, but not very much. Five straps with my belt and she’s done. Anything beyond that is just because I think she needs to be punished.”

Dominic winked at Cassandra. “See? Five straps for you isn’t even a warm up. I think if I stopped then you’d just get mad at me.”

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