Page 104 of Dominion
He slapped her clit. “Sayplease.”
“Please! Oh, God, please, Cody.”
“That’s it, baby, say my name. Who makes you come?”
“Cody! Cody makes me come.”
He plunged his fingers inside her again and tickled her g-spot.
She screamed. Once more, she arched, her entire body tightening with her internal walls, which squeezed his fingers.
“Oh, my gawd! What did you do to me?” she wailed as her body continued to shudder and clench, her orgasm going on and on.
Her orgasm was even more spectacular than he anticipated. If he hadn’t known what a fucking privilege it had been to witness, he might have lost control. He still could barely stand not claiming her. And yet he feared if he did, he’d mark her. She had an undeniable effect on him.
With a whimper, Melissa finally finished. He immediately scooped her into his arms and stood.
“I gotta put you out of reaching distance, princess,” he muttered. “Before I do something I shouldn’t.” He carried her to his bedroom, pulled back the blankets and settled her on the mattress. She looked adorable in his oversized t-shirt and he had to work hard to ignore the screaming awareness that she wasn’t wearing panties. With a flick of the blankets, he covered that tempting part of her anatomy.
He thought he ought to say something. The wordthankswasn’t exactly appropriate since he hadn’t been the one who got off, as his aching cock kept attesting. Probablygood nightwould’ve summed it up, but his tongue didn’t work—it was stuck to the roof of his mouth—so he simply turned off the light as he went out.
He would sleep on the couch. As fucking far away from that tempting little human as he could get.
Melissa lay on the bed,as limp as a rag doll. Her ass tingled. Pleasure still coursed through her in waves, but she felt the loss of Cody’s presence acutely.
That was probably the hottest thing she’d ever experienced. He’d made her vulnerable, then rewarded her for it.
The stark intimacy of it all left her feeling raw. And then the way she’d shamelessly given herself over to him—not just that, butbeggedhim to make her come—made her want to crawl in a hole.
She blinked into the darkness, all the emotions of the day catching up to her—from the terror of hiding in the closet, to the post-traumatic stress it brought up from her kidnapping a year ago, to the spanking and then the sex. If you could call that sex. Her orgasm. He hadn’t gotten off, which surprised her. She hadn’t pegged him for the kind of guy who cared about his partner’s pleasure. At all.
She wanted to call Ashley, just to hear her twin, to talk about Cody and everything. Dammit, if she only had her phone!
Out of nowhere, a sob choked her. She didn’t even know what it was about. She wasn’t upset or mad. But all the emotion of the day came rushing to the fore. She sucked in deep breaths, trying to stifle it, but the more she did, the worse it got. Tears spilled from her eyes.
Oh damn.
Well, at least she hadn’t broken down in front of Cody.
She didn’t need to give that jerk any more ammunition. Butjerkdidn’t fit. No jerk would take care of her needs without meeting his own. No jerk would carry her into bed and tuck her under the blankets like she was worth caring for.
Jesus, she was just so confused.
The door abruptly swung open and Cody strode in, looking dangerous.
She blinked, quickly mopping her cheeks.
“Fuck, Melissa. I’m sorry. Did I make you cry?” He sat down beside her and reached for her.
She didn’t want him to see her crying. But when she pushed against him, he caged her wrists in one large hand and scooped her onto his lap.
Funny how it instantly soothed her.
He tucked her trapped wrists against her chest and thumbed the tears off one side of her face.
She sucked in her breath.
“I’m an asshole. I’m sorry.” He stroked the top of her head, down her neck, across her shoulder. Not in a sexual way like before. No, he was offering her comfort. His brand of it, apparently.