His mouth drops open and he just stares at me.
The fucking bastard. I advance on him, yank the stupid robe and towel out of his hand, and throw them on the floor. “How many?!”
“None!” he says, the line appearing between his eyebrows. “Christ, Sarah, I couldn’t touch another woman. I’m in love with you.”
For a second there’s complete silence.
And then I jump him.
There’s no other way to put it. I climb up his body, wrap my arms and legs around him, and devour his mouth with mine. There’s just a millisecond of shocked hesitation before he wraps his hands underneath my ass.
Then he’s got me shoved up against the wall. “Sarah,” he breathes out, sounding like a parched man being given a drink for the first time in days. “Oh Christ, Sarah.” And then he kisses me so deep, so hard, I forget everything except the touch and taste of him.
One hand caresses from my ass up the bottom of my thigh, then to my waist. He continues up to my breast which he palms and then squeezes. He lets out a low growl when he feels my nipple harden to a hard peak under his talented fingers.
I grab his hair roughly and jerk him away from my lips. “I need you inside me. My mouth, my cunt, my ass. I need you fucking everywhere.” I see his eyes darken right before he smashes his lips back on mine.
And then we’re moving as he carries me down the short hallway to where I assume is his bedroom. God, feeling the flex of his muscles as he lifts me so effortlessly is such a fucking turn on. My sex is engorged and soaked already.
I barely got wet with the other guys. They all had to use lube and I never even got close to orgasming with any of them.
And then, even as Dominick flips on a side lamp in his room to illuminate his huge king sized bed with a stately wooden headboard, I feel a rush of such shame I feel choked with it. He didn’t sleep with any other women because he loves me. Obviously I can’t say the same. What does that mean, now that I’m here, back with him?
Am I back with him? Is that what this is?
He kisses me deep as he dips down and deposits me on the bed, his body smoothly sliding on top of me.
And God, I don’t want to think about what any of it means. I just want more of this. More of him. All of him.
Still, the sense of guilt is there shouting in the back of my head. All the while his beautiful hands are on me, making me feel so good. Just like they always did. It’s like no time at all has passed. Dominick casts the same spell over me he always did.
But I was a slut.
I went out and seduced other boys just like he said I would.
Have you been flaunting that tight little ass and making the schoolboys’ cocks hard now that you know how good dicks feel shoved up your nasty cunt?
I pull my dress off over my head and then undo my bra. Next off come my panties. Red ones. I cringe even while I know, somewhere in my head, that I bought the color defiantly. That the voice in my head is wrong and it’s not a whore’s color.
But all I feel right now is wrong and bad and slut.
I get on my hands and knees on the bed and stick my ass out, squeezing my eyes shut. “I need to be punished. I was a bad girl. I seduced other boys. Three of them. They had their cocks in my nasty cunt. Punish me.”
I brace for the blows.
None come.
I look over my shoulder. Dominick’s there, crouched on the bed beside me, looking down at me with wide eyes.
Oh God, is he disgusted by me? Does he not want me now? I fight the tears biting at my eyes. “Punish me,” I beg. “I’ll cry for you. Take my ass. You can have my ass.” I scoot so that I’m nearer to him.
He looks down at what I’m offering and then back to my face. And damn them, the tears begin to leak out. No, they’re not supposed to come until he starts punishing me. That way they’ll be earned and he’ll know he—
Dominick looks down at me and I see a look come over his face that he gets when he used to talk about his terminal patients—such utter compassion mixed with desolation. “What did we do to you, beautiful?”
Oh God, he’s rejecting me. I’m offering up everything and it’s still not good enough. I’m disgusting and he—
“Shhh,” he pulls off his shirt and then lays down on the bed, immediately pulling me to him, skin to skin.