Absolve Me Page 11

  Too bad he was paying close attention. “What?” he asked.

  “Nothing, nothing,” she assured him. Thinking fast, she said, “I just can’t believe I’m here. With you. I’ve been having such a good time.”

  He shifted, encroaching on her space and pressing her closer to the arm of the swing. “Me, too. I haven’t felt like this for so long, you know? It’s just like we fit. Liza, I... I really like you.”

  The smile she felt creasing her cheeks was genuine, and she bit her lip. “I really like you too. A lot more than I expected to.”

  When he bent in for the kiss, it was perfect—sweet, firm, a little aggressive without being overbearing. She let herself kiss him back tentatively, parting her lips and letting out a tiny moan.

  In response, he seized the wineglass from her hand, bending to discard it on the porch before he cupped her neck and dragged her to him, his tongue invading her mouth as he sank his hand into her hair.

  Liza let herself enjoy the kiss for a bit—she was pretty sure she’d have enjoyed the hell out of Dominic’s mouth, no matter how innocent she was of other matters—but then brought her hands up to his chest and pressed, pulling away to gasp against his shoulder.

  “What?” he asked, pulling her chin up to look her in the eye. “Are you all right?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, dropping her gaze. “It’s just—let’s take it slow, okay?”

  “We can take it any way you want it, honey. I just want to kiss and touch you. I want to make you feel good.”

  “I love it when you kiss me. I just don’t want things to go too far before we’re ready.”

  He trailed kisses, hot brands of his lips, across her forehead, her cheeks and the tip of her nose. “With you, I’m always ready. Just the thought of having your hands on my naked skin makes me hard.”

  Liza gasped. “God, Dominic. When you say things like that, I don’t know how to respond.”

  “Then let me show you.” He tugged her forward by the hair, engulfing her mouth once again. This time, his free hand found her waist, roaming upward in teasing circles until he brushed the underside of her breast, making her jump in response as her nipple beaded tightly. Stay in character, she reminded herself, and instead of pressing into his hand, she forced herself to draw away from the heat of his fingers on her skin.

  “I don’t—”

  “Shhh. Let me pet you. I won’t do anything that won’t feel good, I promise.” He resumed devouring her mouth while he danced his fingers up to her nipple, rubbing and flicking while she shuddered against him.

  “Oh, God, yes.”

  “That’s it, baby. What perfect breasts you have. I want to know what they taste like.” He dropped his hand from her hair to her zipper at the top of her spine and began to lower it.

  “Wait. Hold on a minute,” she said, dragging her mouth free. “I’m not sure we should do this.”

  “Of course we should,” he cajoled, stroking her face and bare arms, raising goose bumps that lingered in the wake of his touch. “You know I’d never hurt you.”

  “It’s just that we don’t know each other all that well yet, and I’ve jumped into bed with a guy too quickly before. I want to be sure, that’s all.”

  There was a harder glint to Dominic’s dark-eyed stare, his breathing unsteady. “Doesn’t this feel good? Your nipples are poking right out at me, and you sure were kissing me back pretty hard just now.”

  “You know that I’m attracted to you. I just don’t know if this is what I want for tonight.”

  He rose up on one knee, looming over her, and Liza shrank back. “Just relax. Let it happen. You’re just nervous—I promise to make it good for you.” Unlike the first time he’d said similar words, there was an underlying menace to his voice.

  “Look, let’s just take a step back here, and we could—”

  He seized her wrists, pulling her upright and knocking over the mostly empty bottle of wine where it sat on the porch. “I don’t think so. I think you want it, but you’re just afraid that I’ll think you’re easy. Well, I promise to respect you in the morning, but we’re definitely fucking tonight.”

  Liza struggled, a cry escaping her lips, but Dominic secured both her hands in one of his and clapped the other over her mouth. Oh, yeah. Just like that. Heat bloomed, settling low in her pelvis and sending lightning zingers of pleasure straight to her pussy.

  “I want you screaming for me, but not here.” He dragged her into the house, and Liza expected him to steer them into the back bedroom. To her surprise, he marched her toward the stairs and forced her up them.

  “Dominic? Dominic, hang on.”

  He ignored her attempts to stop. “We’re going to your bedroom, sweet thing. I bet you’ve got all kinds of interesting things hidden away up there.”

  Shit. Her bedroom was sacrosanct—she used the downstairs bedroom with clients in order to maintain a strict division between the personal and the professional.

  “Yellow,” she said. “Yellow.”

  For a moment, he continued to drag her along, but her change in tone finally seemed to break through. “Liza? You need to stop?” He set her on a step and peered down at her. “Are you all right?”

  “I’m fine, it’s just—my bedroom. I’m sorry, this is something I should have mentioned, but—”

  His expression changed right away, his eyes widening as his eyebrows shot higher. “Oh shit. Of course. I should have thought of that. Damn.” He looked thoughtful for a moment. “So, this might not be okay with you, but the downstairs bedroom...since we’ve already had sex there, it sort of feels like safe territory, you know? I was hoping to, well, make you feel more vulnerable.”

  Dominic looked so forlorn for a moment that Liza almost laughed in surprise. “Oh! Oh, well, actually...that makes a lot of sense.”

  His smile could have knocked her over, it was so full of renewed hope, and Liza grinned right back, a little drunk and half in love at that moment. If he wanted to fuck her on the front lawn, she’d throw the door wide and set out chairs for the neighbors.

  She slapped her heart on her sleeve and gave him a salacious look. “So, bad boy, why don’t you go back to dragging me around like a caveman?”

  “As long as you put that wicked look away, temptress. If you keep that up, I’ll be on my knees begging to worship you like the goddess you are.”

  Oh. My. God. Hell if that didn’t just ignite a host of brand-new fantasies in her head. Oh please, if there IS a God, someday we’ll get to do that, too.

  She cleared her throat, looking at her feet so she could try to obscure the insanely erotic image of Dominic offering to worship her. No, she told herself sternly. This isn’t for you.

  When she raised her head, she’d managed to press her mouth down to a worried line and widen her eyes. Dominic sucked a rough breath, the cruel tilt to his lips returning within a heartbeat. He crowded her to the wall of the stairway using his chest, until Liza was forced to look up to meet his intense gaze.

  “Now, sweetheart,” he murmured, deliberately pressing his erect cock into her stomach, “where were we?”

  “Dominic, please,” she pleaded. “Let’s just go back downstairs and talk.”

  “Not a chance, honey. I’ve waited long enough to have you at my mercy. I’m not wasting this opportunity.” Pushing her in front of him, Dominic force-marched her up the rest of the stairs. “Which way?” he asked when they reached the top.

  Liza didn’t answer immediately, and he squeezed her shoulder—not hard enough to bruise, but she still winced, pointing down the hall to the left.

  Dominic hustled her inside, using his foot to kick the door shut behind them. He shoved her toward the bed, and Liza stumbled before catching herself on the footboard. She turned, arms braced. She glanced around wildly, as if looking for something to use to
defend herself, and Dominic responded with a harsh bark of laughter.

  “I like this side of you, little Liza,” he mocked. “Feisty. Ready to fight. Yeah, I think I like the idea of you fighting me. Get on the bed.”

  “No.”

  In two steps, he was on her, spinning her around and tearing down her zipper. He stripped her dress clean off, leaving her in a demure cotton bra and panty set. “These, I like,” he said, running his fingers along the edges of her bra cups. “Sweet. Innocent. But right now, they’re in my way.” He yanked down the cups, exposing her breasts to his greedy gaze.

  Liza’s nipples were erect again, standing up in anticipation of his touch. But she shivered and tried to hide them with her hands.

  Dominic knocked her hands away with a growl and seized her hair in a tight grip. “I know you want me to think you’re a good girl, but I know better. If I start looking in your drawers, what am I going to find?” He dragged her to the side of the bed closest to the headboard and dug around near the base, near the mattress. “I knew it!” Triumphantly, he pulled out the sturdy nylon straps that ended in adjustable Velcro cuffs. “There it is. You like a little rough and tumble—well, I’m of a mind to give it to you.”

  Moment of truth. But hell, he’d managed to stop just fine in the stairwell when she’d uttered one of their safe words. She closed her eyes and took the plunge. “No, please,” she whimpered, even as he forced her flat onto the bed, deftly slipping a strap around her hand. By the time she managed to reach over to try and loosen it, he’d captured her other hand and bound it the same way. Dominic moved to the footboard, locating the twin straps that would secure her ankles. His rough grip made her gasp and pant, her exposed position ratcheting up the tension that was mounting low in her belly.

  She kicked and fought, but it didn’t take him long to subdue her, and once she was spread-eagle, he stepped back to survey his work, breathing hard.

  “Dominic, please think about this.”

  He ignored her, yanking his shirt over his head and kicking off his shoes. Liza could see his erection, pushing hard against his jeans, and in spite of herself, she writhed on the bed, unable to do anything but feel the cool air on her naked breasts as a throbbing pulse started up in her pussy.

  “I’d tell you to save your breath, but I like hearing you say my name. I’m really going to love making you scream it.” He crawled up onto the bed, straddling her body so his crotch rested against hers. The desire Liza saw on his face made it hard not to moan; instead, she bit her lip hard as he gathered both breasts in his palms, caressing her roughly. “Your tits are perfect, baby.”

  He rolled her nipples with his thumbs, and Liza cried out, her body bucking up against his.

  “Oh yeah,” he said, “that’s it. That’s what I like.” He leaned down, sucking a nipple into his mouth to fondle it with his tongue, and a lightning bolt shot straight down between Liza’s legs.

  “No! No,” she moaned, and Dominic just laughed, switching to her other breast while he ground his cock against her. She could feel the wetness soaking her panties, and with his weight holding her to the bed, she couldn’t get any kind of leverage to get pressure against her clit.

  “God, you look sexy as fuck with your lipstick smeared and your hair all messy. This is how I see you in my head. When I jack off in the shower, this is the Liza who makes me come every time.”

  Liza pursed her lips against the pathetic whine that tried to escape. It was getting harder and harder not to beg for him to stroke her, lick her, fuck her senseless.

  And Dominic knew it. Leaning close, he dragged the tip of his tongue up the side of her neck and used his teeth to tug on her ear. “Do you touch yourself, good girl? Do you ever put your fingers in your pussy and wish it was a thick cock? I can give that to you, you know. And before I do, you’ll be begging me for it.” Levering himself up, he slid down her body, readjusting so he kneeled between her spread legs.

  Liza’s cheeks got a little hot, knowing he could see the stark evidence of her arousal in her wet panties. “Untie me. Please, untie me and I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you want.”

  He casually slapped the inside of her thigh. “I’m getting everything I want just like this. You, helpless to stop me from...” He reached down and tore through her panties with a solid rip, yanking the ruined cloth away from her body and throwing it to the side. “Oh, hell yes.”

  Liza’s blood was on fire, boiling in her veins as she panted, desperate for Dominic to relieve the ache inside her. So when he spread her pussy wide and plunged his fingers into her, she gave up the charade, shrieking in pleasure as he pumped her hard.

  “Look at that hot pussy, sucking my fingers. Will you suck in my cock like that, too? Or do I need to find a tighter hole?”

  Before she could form a coherent thought, Dominic had withdrawn his hand, coated in her wetness, and slid his fingers down to her anus. Liza was no stranger to anal play, but she still yelped in surprise when he rimmed her sensitive hole with a fingertip before delving inside, a shallow little pulse that made her moan and shake. “Dom...” she moaned brokenly. “Oh yessssss.”

  Abruptly, he pulled back, and she almost sobbed with the sudden lack of sensation.

  “Now that I know just how bad you want it, I’m betting you have a few things stashed around here to turn up the heat.” He moved to the side of the bed, yanking open a drawer to reveal Liza’s personal stock of toys and lube. “Oh, yes. This will do nicely.”

  Even with her neck craned to the side, Liza couldn’t see everything he withdrew from the drawer. “Please, Dominic.”

  “Please what, pretty Liza?”

  “Please, fuck me. Please make me come. I need you.” All pretense abandoned, she urged him on, arching her hips in wanton invitation.

  “Even if I want to put this toy in your ass?” He held up a slender butt plug that Liza knew would stretch her asshole.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  “Even if I want to shove my hard cock into your pussy with the toy still in your ass?” This time, her moan was long and wordless, and Dominic flashed a triumphant grin. “Promise you’ll scream my name when you come.”

  “Yes, anything, yes. Just please, please fuck me.”

  “With pleasure.” He seized the lube, coating the butt plug before he smeared some on his fingers, bringing them to her anus. Even with the lube, she gasped and tensed as he applied pressure, reminding herself to bear down against the invasion. With a popping sensation, Dom’s finger was seated in her ass, and Liza thrashed within the confines of her bindings.

  “Oh, oh, yes. Oh, yes,” she chanted mindlessly as he withdrew his finger and sank it right back in. After a few more pumps, he pulled his hand away and grabbed the plug, seating its head against her asshole.

  “Deep breaths, baby,” he said hoarsely. “Take this plug for me. Take it so I can feel it through your pussy when I fuck you.”

  He slid it forward, applying pressure when it stalled, and Liza keened, a high-pitched cry that echoed through the room.

  “Come on, take it. That’s it.” He worked it gently, sliding it a little deeper each time. As he did, he reached down with the other hand and rubbed her clit in tiny circles. If Liza hadn’t been tied down, she’d have flown off the bed from the intensity of the pleasure that radiated out from between her legs.

  “Oh, Dom. Oh, I’m gonna come. Please make me come, please let me—”

  “Uh-uh,” he chided, withdrawing his touch from her clit. “You don’t come yet. Not until I tell you. Not until I’m balls-deep and fucking your brains out.”

  Liza wailed, and he laughed, changing the angle of the plug to make space for himself between her legs. He lodged it deep, holding it there while he ripped his fly open, reaching for another one of the items that he’d pulled from her drawer—a condom, thank God. If he’d tried to ent
er her bare, God help her, she might just have let him. It was the wildest she’d ever felt in bed—unable to stop Dom if he’d chosen to fuck her raw. It was a scary thought, knowing he had the power to override all her years of training and her better judgment.

  But he covered himself, stroking himself roughly while he diddled her with the plug. This is it. I’m going to pass out from pleasure. Holy shit.

  “Tell me ‘no’ one more time, baby,” he panted. “Beg me not to fill both your holes.”

  She’d have told him anything to get that hard cock inside her right damn now. “No, no, no, no,” she sobbed. “Please, Dom, no.”

  She’d barely managed the last few words before he’d surged over her, jamming his cock straight inside, deep and hard and so fucking perfect. The slap of his balls against the plug in her ass kept the toy moving inside her as he worked in and out. The alternating slide of the plug and his cock verged on painful, triggering endorphins that flooded her system until all she knew was an all-encompassing pleasure that threatened to tear her apart.

  Somewhere in the back of her mind, she could hear Dominic panting and cursing and mumbling her name like a prayer, and it drove her over the edge. She howled as a tidal wave of an orgasm swamped her. “Dominic! Dominic! God, yes, now, yes!” Liza gave herself over, crying and shaking, every muscle straining right up until the last second.

  But Dominic continued to fuck her like a man possessed.

  Liza was powerless to do more than moan as the dual sensations of fullness in her pussy and ass took their toll on her still-twitching body. “Dom,” she whispered deliriously. “Dom, Dom, Dom...”

  “Oh, merciful God,” Dominic moaned. “Liza. Sweet Lord, my Liza. Let me use you. Let me own you. Let me—” He broke into formless, wordless groans as his orgasm took hold, his entire body jerking and spasming above Liza’s bound form.

  When the waves receded, Dominic collapsed onto her, his body her anchor in the fading storm.