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And I fucking love this version of him.
‘Yes, sir.’ I slip out of my dress, unashamedly shimmying it down my body. My breasts spill free. Several hisses circulate. Suited men drift closer, but I don’t look at them. My focus is firmly on my fiancé. On the way his pupils blow dark and wide as they roam over my bare flesh. On the way his suit pants are bulging with an unspoken promise.
I don’t think he’ll fuck me here.
I’d love him to.
But if I’ve learnt one thing about him, he’s a man of his word. He said he won’t have sex with me unless I give myself to him for real, and I don’t doubt he means it.
The dress drops to the floor, and I step out of it.
‘On your knees,’ he commands, and I lower myself to the polished marble floor. It should be so degrading.
Itshouldbe.
But it’s hotter than hell.
I watch his black, shiny shoes approach.
He towers over me. ‘On the table.’
‘Yes, sir.’ My breasts ache for his touch. I’m so turned on I can’t think straight, dizzy with desire. I stand and back up onto the table, perching on the edge. We’ve attracted a crowd, a fact that sets a fresh wave of arousal flooding the lace between my legs.
‘Spread your legs, sweetheart,’ His eyes drop to my crotch.
‘Yes, sir.’ Slowly, I part my thighs.
‘Pull your lingerie to the side. Show me your perfect cunt.’ His irises flare.
I pause.
Fuck. This is so wanton, so fucking animalistic, yet I wouldn’t be anywhere else in the world right now.
Our eyes lock.
His falter.
He thinks I won’t do it.
‘Yes, sir.’ I reach for the lace and yank it to the side, showing him, and everyone else, exactly how aroused I am.
His lip tips up and approval lights his eyes as he closes the space between us. ‘Such a good girl,’ he growls and my nipples furl even tighter. I crave his praise like a damned drug. He tears the lingerie from my body, stuffs it in his suit pocket, then drags a finger slowly over my slit. I moan, melting into his touch, but all too soon he tears it away. He draws his finger to his lips, turning to the audience we’ve gathered. ‘Fucking sublime,’ he tells the men behind him, before turning his attention back to the chrome bar, pulling it wider, and I see it for what it is—a restraint to hold my legs open.
As if I’d want to close them when he’s staring at me like he’s about to devour me.
He secures a leather strap around each of my ankles. ‘Lie back,’ he orders.
I do as I’m told with my heart hammering in my chest.
I never knew I had this in me, whateverthisis. A desire so primal, I’d do anything he said right now because I trust him to take care of me in every sense of the word.
Dominic towers over me, surveying my pussy with satisfaction, then lowers his face to my sex. Instinctively, I thread my fingers through his hair.
He tuts, then twists his head to our audience. ‘Looks like I’m going to need some help restraining her.’
Kinky fucker.
He wasn’t joking. Everything he described would happen is happening.
