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"Beg for it."
"Please, Dominic. Fuck my ass."
"Daddy. Tell me you want Daddy to take this ass."
My face flames in embarrassment, but the tension in my core is winding tighter and tighter, and if he stops touching me, I'll die.
"I want you to fuck my ass, Daddy," I moan.
"Fuck, angel," Dominic groans and removes his fingers.
I feel his cock prod against me, and Dominic squeezes my ass. "Relax, angel. Daddy will take care of you."
The head of his cock stretches me, and it burns, but it feels good, too. I pant, trying to force my muscles to relax, and Dominic inches forward, moving slowly. "You're doing so well, angel. So fucking good."
Inch by inch, he slides deeper, and finally, his hips come to rest against me. My heart pounds, my breathing ragged, and Dominic drapes himself over my back, kissing my neck. "How do you feel?"
"Full," I whisper.
He rolls his hips and I moan. "You still okay?"
"Y-yes, Daddy."
Dominic pumps his cock in and out of me, his strokes slow and deep. The pressure is building, and I can feel that I'm close, but just as I'm about to teeter over the edge, Dominic stops.
"Not yet, angel. Not until I say so."
He begins his thrusting again, and my face is buried in the mattress, the sensation overwhelming me. His hand dives between my legs, and his fingers work circles on my clit as he picks up his pace. The faster his fingers work, the quicker and harder he fucks me, and just as I'm about to lose it, his voice is sharp.
"Come for me, Daisy."
I scream, the climax hitting me hard. Dominic's grip on my hips digs into me, and with a loud grunt, he comes, too. The feeling of his seed coating the inside of my ass has my pussy clenching even harder, still coming while Dominic pumps into my hole through his own orgasm.
We fall together on the bed, and Dominic unties me, massaging my wrists.
"That was...that was amazing," I whisper.
"So were you, angel," he growls, dragging his lips across my neck. "Stay right here and I'm going to clean you up."
I'm boneless, and can barely move, and Dominic disappears for a moment and returns with a warm, wet rag. Gently, he cleans me up and climbs into bed. It's still early, but the activities of the night have my eyelids feeling heavy anyway. Dominic pulls me against him, and I wrap his arm around my body, snuggling back into him.
"I love you."
He kisses the back of my head. "And I love you, angel."
It doesn't take long for sleep to overcome us, and my last thoughts are of just how happy I am.
I wish it could last.
* * *
I don't know how long we've been asleep when I hear yelling from downstairs. In less than a second, I'm sitting bolt upright, my heart in my throat. Dominic, of course, is already half dressed, pulling a shirt over his head and buttoning his discarded pants from earlier.
There's a tension about him that I haven't seen since the near attack at the coffee shop. When I recognize it, my breath hitches. That tension is violence.
"Stay here," he growls. "Don't come downstairs. Don't answer the door for anyone but me. I don't care if it's the fucking Pope on the other side of the door. Don't. Answer. It."
I nod, wide-eyed, and Dominic leans forward, grabbing me by the chin and planting a quick, rough kiss on me. Then he's gone, and I'm alone in the dark room.
