Page 108 of Plaything

My eyes rounded at his bluntness. I was suddenly very glad I wasn’t majoring in the medical field.

Turning the stove off, I sat beside him on the kitchen stools and put a thick hazelnut spread on my pancake. “So, a lot of the other professors want this doctor to speak in their classes?” I pushed, not wanting him to get quiet when he was so willing to converse.

He nodded.

“Why do you get him? I mean, how’d you get him to speak for your class?” I stumbled through my words.

He seemed to think for many moments as we ate. Turning his body towards me, he finally spoke. “I mentioned breaking my leg as a kid,” he started. I nodded. “He was the Doctor who put me back together. I recognized him at a conference a few years ago, and we caught up,” he explained.

Suddenly, my antisocial ass realized the power of networking. Life really was all about who you know. “You never finished explaining how you broke your leg,” I reminded. Aiden had interrupted him last night.

Dominic seemed prepared for the question as he nodded. “There was a bully who gave me hell for years. One day, when I was big enough, I fought back,” he stated. His eyes changed, and instead of looking at me, he seemed to be looking through me—lost in a memory. “I kept kicking the bastard even after my leg snapped.”

The pain was evident behind his eyes, and my heart ached for him. I placed my hand tenderly on his arm, “It sounds like he got what he deserved,” I said.

It was hard for me to imagine anyone picking on Dominic. I only knew him as a man. A colossal, intimidating, scary man. “I can’t imagine anyone being big enough to bully you, Dominic,” I admitted.

Looking from his coffee to me, he chuckled. “I wasn’t always the biggest guy in the room, Darling, believe me.” He assured. “But after that, I made sure I was.”

With a playful smirk, I took the opportunity to lighten the mood, “So you are on steroids then?” He was so huge that everyone at school speculated.

That earned me a chuckle. “On the contrary. I just work out a lot.”

Daydreams of a shirtless, sweaty, grunting Dominic flashed through my head. I was definitely getting tickets to that show, no matter what I had to do. “Like at a gym?” I asked, ready to sign up for a membership.

He shook his head. “We have equipment in the basement,” he explained before taking a sip of coffee.

“Good,” I sighed. Free membership. Free gun shows. I cleared my throat. “I mean, it’s nice and convenient to have a home gym,” I tried to save my dignity.

He saw right through my act, seeing my horny instantly. Turning his chair towards mine, he pulled my stool, bringing me close to him. “You know what I’ve been thinking about during my workouts for the past month?” He questioned.

Nervous from the close proximity, I only shook my head.

“I’ve been thinking about how easy it’s going to be to throw you around,” he admitted in a voice just above a whisper.

Tasteful images of being manhandled flashed through my mind. My jaw about unhinged as I stared at the bold man. Everything in my body fluttered and pulsed, both flattered and turned on at the idea. Thrown around. The two words had me spiraling down a dark path of vile, lovely thoughts.

It was when Dominic chuckled at my dumbstruck expression that I gave in to every impulse, every urge, and my inner slut that’d been clawing at the surface for the past month.

Catching him off guard, I lunged at him, practically attacking his lips with my own. Even with an oil leak, my pollution factory was hard at work and cranked up to ten. Honestly, I think the oil leak was what put the factory into overdrive.

Dominic was only stunned for a moment before his lips took complete control. He wrapped his hands around my waist, pressing me as close to him as possible with his chair in the way. His tongue played with mine, earning a desperate moan.

My arms were wrapped around his neck, my hands tangled in the back of his short hair. A low moan left his lips as he pulled away from me.

Looking up at him with rounded eyes, I waited for his next move, hoping we weren’t done.

Granted, I knew I couldn’t get what I wanted today, thanks to my oil leak. Still, I was beyond ready and getting antsy, waiting for one of them to finally fuck my brains out.

An eternity passed in the five seconds he stared at my lips. When he finally moved, it was earth-shattering. In two seconds flat, he’d used his arm to push our dishes out of the way. They clattered and crashed against each other, but I didn’t have the time to worry about any loud noises or possible shattered glass. In one swift movement, he stood, towering over me, and lifted me onto the counter by my hips.

When his body was between my open legs, his lips were on mine again. His hands weren’t shy as they roamed my body. My thighs, ass, breasts, neck, hair, absolutely every part of me except where I wanted him most got his full attention. Every touch was calculated and intentional and drove me wild.

One of his hands was firmly wrapped around my throat, tilting my head up to his lips. The other was massaging my inner thigh, creeping impossibly closer to my pussy.

My hands were behind me on the counter, propping my body up. My mind went fuzzy as I succumbed to every sensation. I couldn’t think; I had no thoughts—it was just his touch, lips, and tongue.

His tongue touched mine again, and I whimpered, pulling it between my lips as I sucked it. His lips were parted as both of our eyes opened, staring at each other as I sucked his tongue.

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