Page 36 of Taken By Him

“Probably a good idea,” I fight back a smile.

Dominik touches his fingers to the thin strap of my nightgown. “Even though the color was all wrong, the dress you wore tonight was beautiful on you.” He gently tugs the straps over my shoulders. Goosebumps pepper my flesh as his featherlike touch trails down my arms, bringing my nightgown with it.

His touch isn’t new. My arousal to him isn’t new, but this burning sensation inside me shakes me still. What happened last night, what took place this afternoon hasn’t prepared me for this moment.

He nudges my chin up and for a brief moment I find comfort in his stare. There’s a hunger lurking there, a need that matches mine.

“So beautiful,” he whispers and brushes his full lips across mine. It’s a tease. I reach for him when he sweeps across a second time and he presses himself against me. One hand cradles my head while the other pushes the white nightgown down until it’s a pool of satin at my feet.

I bring my hands up, pressing them against his chest. I can feel him, all of him. His cock is hard against my body. The black slacks of his suit do nothing to hide it from me. He steps back a little, enough to sweep his gaze over my naked form.

He’s seen my pussy before, he touched my breasts this afternoon, but this is the first time he’s seen me completely nude. His gaze unsettles me, and I lift my arms to cover myself.

“No, Kasia.” He brushes my arms away. “Never cover yourself. Stand there for me,” he says and tugs at the tie around his neck. I’m helpless to move while he slowly tugs the black tie from his shirt.

He stalks around me, tossing his jacket to the armchair near the dresser. My skin heats beneath his attention. Fabric shuffles from behind me and when he makes his way back in my line of sight, his dress shirt is missing. Easily, he kicks out of his shoes and yanks off his socks, tossing them aside. Now he’s standing in front of me, standing only in his black slacks and a white t-shirt.

I try to avert my gaze, but I can’t stop looking at him. At the strength displayed in his muscles. The dark inked tattoos on his chest peeking out of his t-shirt. Something written in Polish curves around his left bicep.

He pulls his t-shirt over his head and drops it in the same puddle as my nightgown. The black tie dangles over one shoulder.

I lick my lips. How long must I stand like this, being observed, calculated. A sense of unease creeps over me and I bend my arm, wanting to cover just a bit of myself from him. To shield myself from his prowess.

His lips spread into an approving grin. I’ve played right into his hands. Slowly, he pulls the tie from his shoulder, his eyes never leaving mine. With each step he takes toward me, I retreat until I’m backed against the bed.

“Let me help you, Kasia.” He gently grabs my wrists and pulls them in front of me. Winding the soft fabric around my wrists, he binds them together, while leaving enough for a leash of sorts.

“Dominik,” I say, but I have no idea what should come next.

He brushes my hair over my shoulders and pulls me against him. And there he is again, all strength and power.

As though he can sense my indecision, he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me into his kiss. There’s nothing gentle here, just raw ownership. When he pulls back, there’s a satisfaction in his eyes. He’s conquering me with his touch.

“Don’t stiffen up on me yet, Kasia.” He cups my breast, flicking my nipple with his thumb. My nerves vibrate with his touch. Too easily I fall into him when he touches me like this.

He releases my breast and trails his hand down my torso, until he’s cupping my sex. I swallow back the moan that threatens to escape.

“My wife is wet for me,” he whispers into my ear. He’s trimmed his beard, but it still tickles my face as he rubs his chin over my cheek. “I can practically smell your arousal.”

I turn away from him. My face is too hot, I must be blushing from head to toe.

He chuckles.

One finger slides through my wet pussy lips and thrusts up into my passage. I lean into him.

“So ready for me.” He kisses my cheek. “On the bed,” he says and slowly pulls his finger from me.

With my hands tied, I can only sit on the mattress and scoot back onto the bed. Probably not the sexiest thing he’s ever seen, but he lets it go without comment. My gaze flies to his hands that are working his belt open and then undoing the button on his trousers. He shoves his pants, along with his boxers, down and my throat clenches.

While keeping his eyes laser focused on me, he wraps one hand around his long, thick shaft.

“Lay back, Kasia,” he says, climbing onto the bed, one knee between my legs. He helps me to my back then pulls the small lead of the tie up until my arms are stretched over my head. I watch his expression, the way he licks his lips, the way his jaw tightens as he winds the lead around one of the poles of his headboard.

I think he’s made the headboard specially for this purpose, because in no time I’m tied to his bed.

He kneels between my open legs and looks down at me. I have no recourse now, I’m completely at his mercy.

“Remind me of your vows, Kasia,” he says, covering my body with his own. The tip of his cock rests just at my entrance. He leans to the side, capturing my clit between two of his fingers.

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