Page 39 of Chaos' Heir
“Mine”
He whispers the last word when I come all over him. I can tell by the sparkle of want in Dominik’s eyes that he’s not nearly done. And I don’t mind being used. Not when it’s by him. Not when it’s under these circumstances with him.
Dominik turns me around slowly. “I think your back hole is feeling needy,” he says driving my come up and down my ass with his cock.
“Dom-”
I start to protest and he doesn’t let me talk instead his right hand goes to my mouth again while his other hand, trails to my butthole.
I try to protest again but it’s too late. Dominik slid one finger inside me. Following another one after I adjust to the pain. The pain that rapidly morphs into pleasure burning my skin, my bones, my soul, every fibre of my existence.
“Don’t fight me,” Dominik requests moving in and out on a frenetic rhythm until he abruptly pauses, one stroke of his hardness inside, makes me know what he meant by don’t fight. The pain is real. I struggle with it until I look back I had to see Dominik’s face as he grunted, moaned and cursed under his breath.
“You’re taking me so well, ma Vie,” he says before taking deeper and harder strokes. When I shudder and almost come Dominik slaps my ass. It burns and makes me almost cry from the pleasurable pain.
“It hurts,” I say when Dominik strokes all the way inside my hole.
“I know, you’re doing so fucking good. Your ass is devouring my cock,” Dominik says his raspy voice breaking. I look back and see his green eyes shine. He keeps stroking as I cry and moan before it comes to a halt. Our releases all over us, making our legs sticky. Dominik does our usual routine of changing our positions so that I’m on top of him. And it really helps my sore body rest.
I lay one hand over his chest and trail his arms’ veins with my other hand.
“What’s this scar from?” I ask Dominik realising a scar I’d never noticed before that goes from his upper arm to his forearm in the interior of the arm. I started to notice scarring on his back the first time we slept together. It was his monster of a father’s way to correct his acts according to his own conduct.
Dominik told me he tried to protect James and is disappointed it didn’t make a difference in his brother’s future. I can understand why he’d say that.
“Oh, that. That was a burning blade when I was tortured in the night James and I were attacked, before I became the official leader of Ricik’s legacy. They wanted me to remember I was weak. What I actually remember is that I’m human, it helps me ground myself from my god complex,” he says and I wish I was like him. Strong, collected. Managing my trauma no matter how. Everything is better than no sleeping and constant fright.
But Dominik is not as in control as he seems to be. He’s managing it, yet barely. He needs me, just as much as I need him.
“Are you going to tell me what the scar on your stomach is?” he asks me I see he isn’t trying to push. I look up at him, seeing him intently looking at me, waiting for any kind of answer.
“It was from Spencer’s father. The night they saved me it was really just in time. I was bleeding out when they found me. I was in the verge of dying and sincerely, I was ok with it after the few days on their hold”
“I will never let anyone make you feel that way-”
“Neither will I,” I say and Dominik kisses the top of my head. “Want to know why I can only fall asleep accompanied and with a gun by my side?” I ask Dominik letting him be the first person to know the reason. I allow myself not to carry that secret to my grave. Dominik shakes his head and strokes my hair gently. “I never miss. I have always had the best aim out of anyone. And if anyone comes in, I’ll aim at them and I know I won’t miss,” I whisper cleaning a lone tear.
“Want a shower before bed?” Dominik asks and I ponder it but I’m aching too much. “I will take you and you won’t need to move a muscle yourself,” Dominik says and I give him my biggest most genuine smile.
“I accept your offer,” I whisper and he gets up and disappears into the bathroom, right after the water starts running he scoops me in his arms carefully and lays me slowly on my side on the bathtub. The water is already warm numbing the ache in my muscles.
“It feels good?” Dominik asks and I nod.
“Yes,” I murmur and he puts my lotion on the water. He actually bought my body lotion my favourite. Hydrating coco.
“Can I join?” he whispers in my ear making shivers go down my spine.
“Always,” I say and he slides below me, putting me on top of him as if we were in bed but slightly on my side.
Dominik massages my body, for someone who never did after care he does a terrific job. Or at least it seems like it from my non-existent experience. But what counts is what I think, not others. And Dominik couldn’t be a better fit for me. He understands me. He listens tomy trauma, doesn’t judge, instead he sits hearing attentively to everything I say. And he actually remembers every word of it. Any of my yappings and vents, no matter how uninteresting or dark.
“Dominik?” I call when I’m about to fall asleep in his hold.
“Yes, Love?” he questions caressing my arm.
“Are we dating?” I whisper ask, Dominik furrows his brows.
“Isn’t that clear?” he asks and I nod, holding his arm when he’s about to get up.
