Page 9 of Dominic

Chapter Seven

She didn’t saya single word.

She made it home in the car, hissing as her abused flesh touched the leather, sitting ramrod straight between him and Titus. She’d obviously been caught in the thralls of some sort of adrenalized fear or maybe even shock. Titus shot him a concerned glance over her head as she’d stared straight in front of her in the SUV full of men.

Dominic just wanted to get her home, to his house, away from Tambour, to whom two of Dominic’s men were making sure clearly understood was never welcome in this town again.

Because while Dominic planned to give Cassandra many, many more spankings, planned to plug her with plugs larger than the one Ian had provided, including his own dick which would be up her ass — and mouth and pussy — on a regular basis, he didn’t want to do any of it while she was so traumatized. The bruise on her face and emptiness in her eyes had something deep inside him clenching.

By the time they arrived at his house, she started to shiver. By the time he got her into his kitchen, they turned into full-on shudders.

“Shock,” Titus muttered. “Get her warm first. Then see if you can get her to eat something. A banana, maybe.”

One of his men handed him a blanket. He wrapped Cassandra in it, picked her up and sat down with her in his lap at the kitchen chair. Eventually she relaxed against him, allowing herself to rest against his chest. Finally, the shudders stopped.

Titus handed him the banana, already peeled, and Dominic fed her like she was a little bird. As she ate, she sat back up away from his chest. He watched as her eyes kept trying to close, before she would jerk them open again.

“You need to sleep.”

She shook her head, but it was obvious her body was giving out.

“Yes,” he said.

Still wrapped in the blanket, he picked up her slight weight and carried her up to his bedroom. She stiffened as he laid her on the bed and rolled her onto her side, moving one leg forward so he had access to the plug.

“Let’s take this out.” He grasped the base and pulled gently but firmly. She stiffened, the natural lubricant he’d used to get it in long gone, but after the widest part was through it came out easier. He threw it in the trash in the bathroom.

When he come back, Cassandra was exactly where he’d left her. He winced at the angry marks all over her ass and thighs. He’d made sure Tambour had gotten his pound of flesh. The man had jerked off while Dominic was whipping Cass and again while fucking her with the plug.

But at least Cassandra had walked out of there alive.

Her eyes were wide open in his bed, unblinking, like she was afraid to sleep. Dominic eased her under the covers, still laying on her side. He walked around to the other side of the bed so he could look her in the face.

“Cassandra.”

She didn’t blink, didn’t move. Didn’t even seem to know he was present in the room. Damn it.

Dominic got in the bed and laid so his head was just a few inches from hers, face to face.

“Cass,” he said softly.

Slowly, she blinked, and the slightest bit of awareness entered her eyes.

“Dominic?”

“It’s time for you to go to sleep now.”

She shook her head. “I can’t.”

She’d been pushed past her body’s levels of reserves. He should call a doctor. Make sure she was really alright. Maybe get a sedative. But he knew she needed sleep. The vicious circles under her eyes confirmed it.

“Listen to me, Cassandra. I’ve never once lied to you and I’m not going to start now. I promise you that no one is going to hurt you while you sleep. No one is going to touch you, no one is going to take you anywhere unsafe. As long as you are asleep in this bed, I won’t allow anything to happen to you. Do you understand?”

“Dominic?” she asked again.

“Yes, it’s me. I’m really here. Remember, I just blistered your ass with my belt.”

“You spanked me,” she said softly.

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