TAKE ME HOME

“Yes, I am Dom. Your dom.”  Did he say that last part or I imagined it?

Letting out a shaky breath, I slid away from his lap.

I intended to simply get away from that proximity with the strange man called Dom but instead, this happened.

The front of my panties, scraped against his lap slowly as I slid from him and his light grey eyes darkened.

I had no idea my pussy was so drenched that it left a mark on his pants.

Jesus! Who is this man and what has he done to me?

Soon I was seated beside him, his thighs pressing close to mine as we both drank. Electricity kept shooting tingles up my legs and I felt light-headed.

He was silent and I suddenly felt nervous like I needed to speak to this deliciously fair man who sat brooding.

Clearing my throat, I tapped his leg—unconsciously on the spot my pussy left—and he looked up, smirking at me.

My mouth went dry immediately.

“Is there something you want?” he asked.

“Uh…No, I mean yes. Is this normal for you?”

His painfully handsome face squished into a frown, “Having a girl leave a wet spot on my pants or taking wine in a bar?”

Oh my goodness! I almost bit my tongue in shame.

I should be furious or mortified but instead, my nipples beaded beneath the short gown I wore and those damned panties clung to my dripping folds.

“Uh…I-I mean helping a strange girl get into a bar and then buy her a drink to only ignore her throughout.”

When did I become a stuttering idiot?

“Is Stephanie mad at me?” the man threw one of his ridiculously hot smirks at me.

This time I frowned, “I am not mad at you. What do you want from me?”

“Your pussy and your sassy mouth wrapped around my cock.” He stated in a cool voice and went back to drinking his wine.

My mind went blank with shock! What did he just say to me?

I should scream at him! slap his handsome face for daring to speak so crudely to me! Hell, I should call the bouncers on him!

But no matter how many signals my brain sent, my heart and pussy were clenching and refusing to heed.

I swallowed hard and reached for my glass of red wine, downing the whole content in one gulp. I even reached for a refill but he held my hand.

At the questioning look, I sent him, he smiled, “I prefer my women aware when I am fucking them.”

I moaned as a shudder ran through me.

I wanted this strange man to fuck me, virginity be damned!

I nodded and sat back, watching as the waiter returned with a tab. Dom passed a black card to the man and he left with it.

Sitting back as we waited for him to get his black card back.

Soon we were strolling arm-in-arm outside the club and my heart was thumping hard with every step we took.

He spared me a few glances, winking at me a few times.

When we got outside, he said in a husky voice that made me gasp silently as another shudder ran through me, “Yours or mine?”

What does he mean?

Seems my confusion showed on my face because he yanked me towards him and pressed me against his toned body, I could feel his hardness pressing into me.

“Should I fuck you at your house or my house?” his light grey eyes were so darkened as he took in the lust-filled look in mine.

I suddenly averted my eyes shyly. In as much as I wanted to know this man and see what his place looks like, I still can’t get past the fact that he is a stranger I barely know so clearing my throat, I tilted my chin, “I want you to fuck me at mine. Follow my car.”

He nodded. I thought he was going to let go of me but he pressed his lips softly to mine, brushing my lips before he pulled away. A sweet kiss, a promise of what is coming…

Big butterflies jumped and squealed in my tummy.

Giving me one of those sexy winks, he got into his car, a Maserati-wow! —and I got into mine.

Peering at my rearview mirror, I could see him following me closer to my new house.

Soon we pulled up in front and he alighted, coming to stand close to me, “Nice Cabin, Stephanie.”

I grinned at him, happy I managed to impress the seemingly wealthy guy, “I know right.”

Together we walked across the lawn to the front door and I unlocked it.

As soon as the door was pushed open, Dom lifted me into his arms, his fingers digging into my butt and I wrapped my legs around his waist, rubbing my pussy against his crotch.

The erection strained against his trousers as he smashed his lips against mine.

Rough, Feral, and Hungry like he was a man starved of food.

I was too horny to refuse and I met his hard kisses with one of mine too. He pressed my back against the door, reaching over to snap the lock, his lips still fused to mine. His desire was no match for mine and I nipped at his lips, clutched his shoulders, and pulled him more toward me.

Our tongues slid together, our teeth clashing as we fought for dominance. His fingers found the zipper at the back of my dress and he pulled it down, yanking the dress off me.

I couldn’t get enough of his kisses but our breaths were getting short. With a low groan, Dom pulled away staring into my eyes as we tried to catch our breaths. His fingers were already sliding my panties to the side, his fingers flicking my clit as his thumb swiped up some of my juices.

He withdrew his finger, a low whine erupting from my lips and he brought it to my face, “Look at how wet you are, how your juices stained my finger.”

My pupils dilated as he continued speaking dirty, his other hand, holding my ass up, “Open up.” He ordered, his grey eyes smoldering with lust and I obeyed instantly.

He pushed his thumb into my opened mouth and I licked my juices off like a good little girl, “You like how that taste, yeah?”

I nodded because I do, my pussy tastes good!

He tried pulling out his finger but I clamped my mouth harder on it and sucked on it.

He groaned, burying his face into my neck as his hips slammed into my front, his pant-covered dick pressing deliciously against my clit.

As I continued to suck on his thumb, his groans spurring me on and the zipper of his dick creating hot friction, something happened.

He suddenly jerked his hips up hard against me and I came… hard.

My back bowed off the door and a long moan fell through my ravished lips.

Color crawled up my cheeks as he stilled against me then I bit my lip as he lifted his head slowly.

The next breath caught in my lungs as he stared at me with the most heated look I have ever seen—not like I have others to compare to anyway.

Running his callused thumb over my bottom lip, he said through half-lidded eyes, “Stephanie, have you had cock before?”

My hips jerked of their own volition his words strangely arousing and I decided to be truthful, “No…I am a virgin.”

“Fuck.” The word was a whisper on his lips and I could feel him withdrawing from me.

I panicked, “Uh…No... wait, Dom... don’t go…I,”

God, will I stop stuttering like a damn fool?

“Cat got your tongue?” he said, lifting me off the wall into his arms.

I blushed furiously.

He bit his lips, the sight so sexy that my thighs clenched and trembled, “Baby girl, I would be feeding you your first cock. God forbid I take your virginity with you pressed against the wall like a slut. Although I like to think you are my slut, aren’t you Stephanie?”

I nodded.

At this point, I would nod to whatever this man was saying.

“Now, where is your bedroom?”

I pointed down the long hallway as I had chosen the master’s bedroom in MY cabin.