Page 10 of Dominated

When a man knew what he was doing, an orgasm wasn’t hard for me to reach.

What was hard was trusting that man wouldn’t let me go over the edge.

Jacob and Luke knew.

But Bale didn’t have any experience with my body.

He didn’t know my sounds.

My movements.

That when I shouted, “Fuuuck,” I was getting way too close because he was now blowing harder. His air somehow warmer, like a tornado was churning against my clit, and with each twist, I was one step closer to devastation.

Almost there.

So damn near.

And just as I was about to collapse, my body on the verge of shuddering, releasing in a way that would be impossible for me to stop, his mouth was gone.

My orgasm came to a screeching halt.

His absence from that spot, the lack of pressure, the cold loneliness as awakening as a hard slap.

“Fuuuck”—I sucked in a breath—“meee!”

“That’s not what you want.” His voice was pure lust. “At least not yet.”

It took me a moment to even remember what I’d said and process his response.

But once I did, I saw the confidence in his grin.

The satisfaction.

The knowledge of what I’d just demanded.

But there was something else in those bright, alluring blue eyes.

Something that told me he was enjoying this on a level that went beyond what any of us were after when we walked through the door of Lush.

I wasn’t just a body to Bale.

A partner.

His stare told me his thoughts went deeper than that.

And I didn’t know what to think, what to make of it—but I didn’t have to do either of those at the moment.

I just had to focus on not coming.

As the build began to reverse, I closed my eyes and filled my lungs, gasping in and out. Flashes of light glittered through the darkness behind my lids, like the end of a sparkler before it turned to ash.

My legs shook.

Sweat soaked the inside of my palms.

And the heat—it baked my face and came out through my cheeks.

Wave after wave until I reached a stillness.

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