Page 66 of Loss and Damages
He glides inside me with one smooth stroke, and I cry out when he’s as far as he can go. I wrap my arms around his neck and he licks at my mouth, driving into me.
I object in protest when he pulls out, thinking he changed his mind and that he’s going to leave after all, but he roughly turns me over, as easily as if I were a rag doll. “I want to play with your ass,” he says, positioning my butt in the air. Pressing mycheek against the comforter, I don’t let what Athena said bother me. No matter how Dominic treats me in bed, no matter what he wants to do to me, we’re not her and Raphael. Dominic and I have love between us, even if he denies it.
“Whatever you want. I want to give you everything you want.”
He pushes two fingers inside me and grazes the sensitive spot that never fails to send shivers over my skin. I’m swollen and ready to come, my muscles greedily begging for his cock. “Please, Dominic. Please.”
“Not yet,” he murmurs and gently nudges my ass with a fingertip. I tense and drag in a deep breath. He breaches the tightness, the burn foreign but not unpleasant, and tentatively, I lean into the pressure, wanting to please him.
“How many men have touched you here?” he asks, withdrawing his finger and slicking the muscle with my own arousal.
“None,” I whimper.
“Good. I’m the only man you’ll let touch you here.”
He wiggles his finger deeper into my ass and pushes his cock inside me, stretching me. It hurts, but I would die before I told him to stop. “Dominic.”
“Shh. This is so good, Jemma. Be still, and I’ll help you come.”
“Please, I need it.”
“I know you do, and I’ll give it to you.” He pumps his cock into me while twisting his finger in my ass. The burning sensation heightens, but him filling me feels so good. He rubs my clit. “Come now, Jemma. Come on my cock and tell me you love me.”
“I do, I do love you,” I say, his fingers slipping over my clit. My muscles clench around his cock, and the pain of his finger deep in my ass gives me an orgasm I’ve never experiencedbefore. The pleasure hurts as it zips through my body and I start crying, the comforter muffling my sobs.
Dominic plows into me, and his cock explodes, hot ribbons of semen spurting deep inside me. “Fuck.” Panting, his knees digging into the mattress, he calms. We’re silent for several minutes, and trying to hide it, I wipe my cheeks. I don’t want him to know he hurt me. That heishurting me. “This might hurt, and I’m sorry,” he murmurs and tenderly slips his finger out of my ass. His warning did little, and I suck in a breath, my butt aching. All my nerve endings are like lightning, sparking with heat. He grips my hip and pulls out in a warm gush, but despite his cum and mine, that too, stings, my skin raw.
I collapse onto the bed and curl into a fetal position, expecting him to leave, but he lies on the bed and holds me close, my back pressed against his chest.
“I love you too, Jemma,” he whispers in my ear, “and I don’t know what to do with that.”
“You don’t have to do anything. I’m not an obligation and I never want to be. You can go right now and never see me again. Forget we ever met.” It would be the right choice, for both of us, but my eyes fill with more tears. I wanted to be the one to give him all the love Athena couldn’t or wouldn’t, but how can I when he won’t take it?
“I can’t.”
I turn over and search what I can see of his face. The hallway light isn’t on, but the stove light is, and in the faint glow that barely reaches the bedroom, his eyes are shadowed and haunted. If I told him everything, he would know it wasn’t his fault he hadn’t had his mother’s love growing up, or even now. But it’s more than just that. He needs to realize on his own that there are other things in life worth more than chasing after his father and hoping his love can make up for his mother’s.
Brushing my fingers over his jaw, I say, “If you want to go, then you should go. I won’t be enough if you don’t believe I am. I can be anything you want: your friend, your lover. Your wife. Or nothing.”
He touches the tip of his nose to mine. “Would you be satisfied being only my lover?”
“Probably not for long.”
“You deserve more than that.”
“Yeah, I do.” At least he’s admitting it rather than taking me up on my offer, no matter for how many weeks or months I would tolerate it, and turning me into his whore. I’m sure he has plenty of those.
“I want to see you, but things in the city are fucked up. I don’t want you to get hurt because you’re spending time with me.”
“Are you breaking our date for this weekend?”
“Yes. I want to keep you safe.”
“Okay.” I crawl off the bed and put on my robe that was laying on a chair in the corner of the room. His cum trickles out of me and slicks the insides of my thighs. That’s for the best, too. I would love any child Dominic and I conceived, but I doubt he would feel the same. Best not to tempt Fate and find out.
“What does that mean?” He sits on the edge of the bed and glares at me, his pants gripped in his hands.
“It means you’ll do what you want. It doesn’t matter. I have a lot of work ahead of me, putting the gallery back together. If you think I’ll miss you, you’re mistaken.”
