Page 43 of Cruel Promise
It’s not love. I could never love Dominique Price. But whatever it is, it’s a cloying addiction. Deceptively sweet as it sinks its claws into me, offering me a taste I will never be able to get enough of.
I can’t. We have to—
Dominique grabs my hands and guides it between my thighs, pressing my fingers into my drenched pussy. I moan when I accidentally press on my clit and Dominique grunts a sound of approval.
“Play with that pussy for me,” he demands. “I want to feel your ass milking my cock when you make yourself cum.”
My clit is so sensitive, the very idea of touching myself makes a tremor roll down my spine. There’s no way I can do it.
When Dominique sees me hesitate, he growls in frustration and brushes my hand aside. I only have a moment of relief before the sharp sound of skin on skin assaults my ears.
Smack.
I yelp, jerking away from the pain, but there’s nowhere to go with him pressed to my back. Before I say anything, let alone demand any sort of explanation, Dominique pulls his hand back and slaps me again, striking my pussy and abusing my clit all in the same move..
“Dominique!” I try to close my legs, but he grabs hold of my thigh, splaying me wide again. The fingers around my throat tighten in warning and his hips come to a stop with him buried to the hilt inside me.
“Is there a reason you’re refusing to do as you’re told?” His voice is sharp and threaded with a warning that I am in too much discomfort to heed.
“I’m too sensitive,” I whine. Squirming in his hold, I struggle to create distance between us, but I’m not getting away until Dominique allows me too.
“Too fucking bad.”
I assume that’s the end. I’ve disappointed him. Big deal. But instead of moving on or continuing to fuck me, Dominique brings his hand back between my thighs.
I flinch, bracing for another slap, but instead he plunges two fingers into my soaked cunt and thrusts them in and out of me, eliciting a gasp followed quickly by a moan. Oh, my god.
I writhe beneath him.
“Looks like I’ll have to do the work myself.”
He finger fucks me with punishing strokes all while still rocking his hips in shallow strokes against my ass. All at once I’m in sensory overload. My nerves are on fire at the same time that ice floods my veins. I’m hot and then cold. Fighting between the urge to chase my own pleasure and resisting the slow burn of pain.
It’s too much.
Opening my mouth, I struggle to force out the words to tell him I can’t take anymore but I manage a, “Too much—“ before the fingers of his other hand tighten around my neck tight enough to cut off my breath, and long enough that dark spots dance across my vision.
“No, baby girl. It’s just enough.”
His next thrust against my ass is savage, and at the same time, he works his finger into my pussy and presses his thumb down on my clit. Those three actions at once send me into a free fall. Stars explode behind my eyes and my orgasm slams into me like a violent storm.
A sob tries to tear itself from my throat, but without any air in which to release it, it comes out as little more than a strangled hiss of breath.
My head is light. Fuzzy. Without oxygen, I can’t make a sound, but my lips still form the shape of his name, silently chanting it again and again as white-hot pleasure blazes through me.
Dominique. Dominique. Dominique.
Just when I think I’m going to pass out, he releases his hold on my throat, withdraws his fingers from my pussy, and grabs my hip, sinking his cock in as far as it’ll go. He shoves me forward onto my stomach, and sinks himself deep inside of me three more times before stiffening on top of me.
With a deep groan, his cock jerks inside of me, spurting his release and filling me with his cum like he said he would before slumping onto the bed, his body still half on top of me.
Dom doesn’t pull himself free. Instead, he tugs me back onto my side until our bodies are flush. One arm wraps around my middle and he presses his face to my hair.
I look down at the contrast of our skin, his dark arm against my pale skin and Deacon’s words slither into the recesses of my mind.
Dominique will never settle down with a white woman.
Exhaustion pulls at me and for once, I listen to its call, sinking into the promise of sleep and ignoring what will come tomorrow.
