Page 54 of Taken By Him

“For when Dad was in a mood.”

I turn away from the microwave and look at her. “What does that mean?”

She tilts her head. “I know you already know. My father wasn’t exactly my biggest fan. Sometimes he was cold. My grandmother tried to make up for it.”

The microwave beeps and I take out the plate, bringing it to her. She takes the extra pierogi with a smile.

“With blueberry pierogi?” I ask with a grin as she wipes a small bead of blueberry juice from her chin.

“It would be our time. Sometimes Dad would take Diana out on a trip or something and she’d make something special just for us two.”

“Because he left you at home?” There’s an angry knot forming in my stomach.

She sighs. “I don’t want to talk about my father anymore.” She pops another bite into her mouth. “So, what did you find out about the car accident? I know you found something out, I could see it in your face when you came down from that meeting.”

I raise my eyebrow. “Really. You know it’s about that and not something else?” I tease. Fuck. When did I start being so damn playful?

I move around the island until I’m next to her. Picking up the last bite from her plate, I swipe it through the cream then bring it to her lips.

“It’s late, Mrs. Staszek. Eat your snack.” I push it into her mouth with our eyes locked in a heated exchange. She licks her lips and smiles. “Now I can have mine.” Before she can anticipate my movements, I pluck her from the stool and put her on the island, sweeping her plate out of the way.

“Dominik!” She tries to sit up, but I point a steady finger at her.

“You had your dessert, now I’m having mine. Lay there and be a good girl for me.”

She tucks her lower lip between her teeth and moves gently back down. Her shorts are easy to tug off, so I pull them past her feet and toss them onto the stool. I grab her ankles and pull her closer to the edge for me until her ass touches the edge.

“Open these pretty thighs for me, sweet girl.” I push her knees down until her pussy is on display for me.

“Dominik. What if someone comes in?” She inches her hand down toward her pussy, but I grab hold of her wrist.

“Try to block me again, Kasia, and I’ll spank this pussy until it’s red. Understand?”

It’s dim in the kitchen, but I can still see her cheeks blush.

“But someone might see,” she says again, not heeding my warning.

I pull one leg up high and to the side then bring my hand down hard on her pussy. She jumps.

“Bad girl,” I chide her and bring my hand down again and once more before I bring my gaze from her wet, wanting pussy to her face. She’s biting down hard on her lip; her pupils have widened so much I can’t see any more of her brown irises.

“Are you going to be a good girl, Kasia?” I ask, raising my hand again. I’ll deliver another swat if I need to, but she’s gotten the idea, I think. My girl loves pain, but she wants my mouth on her pussy right now. I can see it, feel it coming off her in waves.

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s a very good girl.” I put her leg back down and take my place between her thighs. “Keep your hands away.”

I bring my mouth over her pussy, sucking in her clit before she has time to register my intent.

She draws in her breath, but I’m more concerned with feeding the beast inside of me. The one that wants to hurt and soothe her. I scrape my teeth over her clit, then suck it lightly until she whimpers.

“Your pussy is smooth. I like this,” I say, kissing her just above her clit.

She’s grabbing the sides of the island, better to keep her hands away, I suppose.

“Fuck, you taste good.” With two fingers, I spread her pussy lips open and run my tongue up from her entrance to her clit, then take it in my mouth. The sounds the woman makes drive me to the brink. My cock is hard, but this isn’t about me. This is about giving her pleasure for the point of pleasure. The woman has spent her entire life waiting her turn. She’s in the front of the line tonight.

I slide two fingers into her tight passage, twisting them as I fuck her with them.

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