Chapter 7: Submission

Dominic didn’t even blink.

His hand still rested on her inner thigh, skin-to-skin where the jacket had slid open. Thumb lazily rubbing back and forth like he was petting something that already belonged to him.

“Let me out of this fucking car!” she shrieked, turning toward him. “What the fuck are you doing?! You can’t just…just…”

Her voice cracked again.

“I’m not your fucking toy!”

Still, he said nothing as he kept on driving.

Then the car turned off the road. Onto a path darker than the night outside.

And he pulled over.

The engine idled.

He unbuckled his belt.

Turned to her.

His eyes were calm. Too calm. Too still. Too full of fucking fire.

Then…he leaned closer.

“You done?” he asked softly, almost like he cared.

She snapped.

Her hand came up, fast. Her palm cracked across his cheek so hard her own fingers stungHis face turned with the impct of the slap as his jaw flexed.

Silence.

Then…he looked back at her.

Licked the blood from his lip.

And smiled.

“There she is.”

She barely had time to suck in a breath before he lunged.

His hand wrapped around the back of her neck, shoving her flat against the seat, the jacket riding up and baring her completely. Her thighs parted just from the motion.

Her legs dangling open. His hips moved with purpose, settling between hers, pressing the thick heat of his clothed cock against her soaked cunt.

She gasped, full-bodied, her wrists scrambling to push him off.

He caught both hands easily. Trapped them above her head in one large fist.

His breath burned against her lips.

“Still fucking wet for me,” he growled, rolling his hips once…grinding his cock across her clothed clit like a punishment.

She cried out. Bit back the moan threatening her throat.

“Don’t,” she whimpered.

“Don’t what?” he snarled. “Don’t remind you how soaked you got from just my fingers?”

She turned her head to the side, trying to hide.

He grabbed her chin and yanked her face back to him.

“You’re not allowed to hide.”

His other hand slid down her body..slow, firm, invasive…fingertips dragging over her ribs, her belly, her hip, then lower.

He didn’t rush.

He wanted her to feel it.

He hovered over her cunt. Close. So fucking close she could feel the heat radiating from his palm.

She clenched her thighs.

He smiled.

“Still trying to protect that little pussy?” he mocked. “Still pretending you didn’t beg for it?”

Her lips trembled.

“I didn’t beg…”

“You did.” He leaned in, mouth at her ear, his voice hot filth dripping in. “You begged with your cunt. You screamed with it.”

Then…he did it.

He spat on her.

Right between her thighs.

Warm and wet, it landed on her swollen clit. She gasped. Her hips bucked. Her skin flinched.

He groaned deep in his throat like it turned him on more than air.

“God, you flinch so pretty when you’re humiliated,” he hissed.

She tried to twist away.

He grabbed her thigh and slammed her back into place.

“Don’t fucking move.”

His fingers returned again

This time…he didn’t go inside.

He slid two fingers over her slick folds. Up. Down. Teasing. Slow. Featherlight.

She trembled.

Her legs twitched. Her eyes shut tight. Her head rolled back.

“No…” she whispered.

“Yes,” he snapped.

“Please, stop…”

“You don’t get to ask anymore.”

He rubbed her clit with the pads of his fingers. Gentle.Circular.

Her breath hitched.

Her toes curled. Her fists twisted in the air above her head.

And her cunt?

Dripped.

He felt it. Smiled.

“You feel that?” he whispered. “That’s your body saying yes while your mouth lies.”

“I hate you.”

“Say it again.”

His fingers circled faster.

“I fucking hate you.”

“Say it while you moan.”

“I…I…”

Her back arched. Her thighs jerked open. Her pussy pulsed under his fingers.

He pulled back.

She screamed.

“No!” she sobbed.

He slapped her pussy once.

She gasped.

He hovered.

“That’s the sound I want,” he said. “That desperation. That edge.”

He licked his fingers.

“You taste like surrender.”

She turned her face away as she bit her lips and shook her head.

Stop,” she choked. “Please…”

His voice turned cruel.

“Please what?”

He leaned in, lips brushing her temple.

“Please fuck me?”

“Please ruin me?”

“Please make me come again even though I hate myself for it?”

Her eyes squeezed shut.

He growled.

“Say it.”

“No…”

His hand slid to her throat. Not squeezing—just resting.

“Say what you are.”

She sobbed. Trembled.

He ground his clothed cock against her again, slow and firm, dragging across her bare, swollen clit.

“Say it.”

She gasped.

“I..I’m a whore…”

“Louder.”

“I’m a whore,” she whispered again, voice shaking.

“Louder.”

She opened her mouth…then screamed:

“I’m a whore!”

And her body fucking reacted.

Her hips jerked up. Her cunt pulsed around nothing. Her thighs trembled as a fresh wave of slick soaked the leather seat beneath her.

He chuckled.

“That’s right.”

He sat back.

Looked down at her like a king admiring his throne.

Her body was wrecked. Her skin flushed. Her hair wild and stuck to her wet cheeks. Her bare chest rising and falling fast.

And still..he hadn’t fucked her.

He hadn’t even put a single part of himself inside her.

And she was already breaking.

He dragged his finger through her slick one more time, smeared it across her inner thigh.

Marked her.

“You’re not ready for my cock yet,” he whispered. “You’ll beg for it soon enough.”

She whimpered.

He leaned in.

Kissed her neck.

“But not tonight.”

He got off her.

Adjusted himself. Zipped his pants back up.

Left her bare, soaked, spread across the passenger seat…trembling and ruined.

He got back behind the wheel.

Started the engine.

“Let’s go home.”