Page 162 of Vita Mia

He climbed on top of her. She smiled up at him to reassure him of her love. He didn’t seem to notice. Instead, he took the belt strap and tied it into a tight knot on the headboard. Her arms were forced above her head and the restraint was binding.

She frowned.

She had on her tattered shirt and open bra. She couldn’t remove anything the way he had her. He ran his hand down her chest and stared at her breasts a moment then eased off the bed. He walked around the bed and inspected her things and Armando. He did so with curious care. At first. It wasn’t until he went to the closet and found more of Armando’s clothes than hers that she felt a change in him. He stood there staring at the clothes and shoes for what felt like an eternity.

What was he doing?

“Domi?”

When she spoke his name, whatever spell he was under broke. Dominic went in the closet and yanked Armando’s’ shirts and pants off the hangers. He had an arm full of clothing that he took to the window. He dropped them there and went back for more, and more, and more. She watched him unable to speak. But she knew. She knew before he did it what he had planned. A cleansing. Dominic returned to the window and forced it up then punched the shutters open with his fist. The coolness from outside rushed in on him. She felt the chill immediately. He tossed everything out of the window. Everything. He went to the dressers and snatched from the drawers whatever looked like it belonged to Armando. Out the window it went. He even cleared the top of the dresser of the jewelry and cologne. Out of the window it was all thrown.

Catalina closed her eyes. She heard him break and smash things and she remained still. She closed her eyes and waited for his anger to release and go. She waited for him to be her Dominic again.

The room went still. She didn’t trust the quiet to open her eyes. So, she lay there with her wrists cuffed above her head and listened. Without sight her other senses amped up from her fear. She felt the cold keenly like tiny molecules of ice sprinkling over and covering her skin. She tasted grief and regret for all that she and Domi had lost. Years of loss that had pushed them together and apart. She smelled something. Smoke?

Catalina opened her eyes slowly. She turned her head to see Dominic. He stood by the bed smoking Armando’s cigar. He must have found the box of them during his destructive rampage. He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. He then opened his eyes and looked at her. She was the first to look away. She closed her eyes again and waited. And she had no idea how long he would make her wait. He turned over a chair and sat in it across from the bed. He smoked the cigar and stared at her. She was so cold after an hour that her fingers and toes were numb. She didn’t want to speak, or complain but the torture had worn thin her patience. What did he want? He’d destroyed her privacy stripped her of dignity, and now he just wanted to hurt her. There really was no hope for them.

When the wait turned into two hours her resolve broke. She opened her eyes again and turned her head to look at him. “Domi?”

He opened his eyes. His head rested between his thumb and pointer finger. Had he drifted to sleep with her or did he just drift as she often did during the long nights and days she spent in this room on memories she couldn’t share with anyone.

“If you don’t want me Domi, then just untie me and let me go. I’m tired too. We can’t change anything from the past. And I don’t want too. Let me go and I promise, I’ll let you go.”

He didn’t move.

“Is this what it was like with her?” she asked.

Dominic’s gaze narrowed.

“She let you destroy everything around you, tell you that it freed you, made the shadow men go away. Did she Domi? Armando did. He let me be angry. But he didn’t make any false promises. He told me it wouldn’t change. He told me you would never want me again if I laid in this bed with him. That you’d never forgive me. And he was right,” she sniffed as tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. “Wasn’t he?”

His face was stoic. He remained unmoved.

Catalina yanked on her bindings and tried to free herself. She kicked her feet and screamed to the top of her lungs. She knew at the very least Zia would hear her and come to see what was the problem.

“Let me go!” she shouted at him. “Now! I’m done with this shit! Let me gooooo you fucking weirdo!”

A few minutes later there was a knock at the door.

“Zia! Zia, come in! Come in!” she yelled.

The doorknob turned. She hadn’t realized that Domi had locked them inside together.

“Zia! Zia!” Catalina said through her tears. “Domi has me locked in here! Call Francesca and tell her to send Mario... tell her... “ Catalina dropped her head back on her pillow and cried out in frustration.

“Tell her to send everyone, and to come now.”

Zia didn’t respond. Whoever was beyond the door must have left. Catalina shouted and cursed Dominic while thrashing on the bed until she exhausted herself and fatigue won out. She fell asleep.

Then came his touch.

His hands were warm as they caressed her feet and smoothly went up her ankles. She swallowed thickly and stirred from her troubled sleep. His touch was almost loving. She told herself not to trust it. She flinched when his fingers went up the line of her legs to her knees and then her thighs. It both tickled, and made the muscles in her belly clench.

Dominic eased on the bed.

Catalina arms hurt and wrists felt numb from her restraints but the nerves in the rest of her body tingled with pleasant sensations. It became difficult to remain indifferent to his affection when he dropped kisses to her nipples and then went lower. She hesitantly spread her legs and ignored the unease tunneling through her emotional core. His hot breath rolled over the tops of her breasts, down her belly to where she had become shamefully wet between her thighs. Her pulse quickened and sped much faster than the slow ticks of father time. When his face and shoulders were nestled between her thighs he paused in his descent. He teased his lips just above her slit. His was focus wasn’t on her pussy. It was on her. When she looked down their gazes locked. His tongue glided over and massaged the tip that held the point of her pleasure. She dropped her legs over his shoulder. He started with a slow kiss to her vagina and followed with a love lashing of his tongue that almost drove her to bite through her own. She stifled her moans and conjured memories of their first time when he put his mouth between her thighs. The magic of that moment, the pure undiluted pleasure of that moment, surfaced as if it were again her first time. His gaze remained on her. His gaze remained locked on her and he watched how she bucked her hips and arched her back as her body writhed with pleasure.

Dominic sucked her clit into his mouth. Teeth were involved. She almost cried out from the rough texture of his pleasuring her. It hurt but in a good surprising way. The more he loved her with his mouth the more her focus drifted away from the pain and suffering she’d felt over his indifference. The desire in her had ruptured. She could no longer restrain herself. The sound of her voice filled with all the yummy ecstasy exploding in her filled the room. It was a stark difference from her screams for release. His hands gripped her thighs and he held her down as his mouth clamped on her clit once more. The hard sucking with his chin pressed against her vaginal hole was unrelenting and she released her climax in tidal waves that had her thrashing and drumming the heels of her feet against his back. She swirled her hips and let go of herself. It was the best feeling she’d had in such a long time.

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