Page 38 of Dominion
His cock surged against his zipper, painfully hard.
He brought his hand up between her legs, slapping her pussy.
She shrieked, trying to lift her torso, but he didn’t allow it. He noted she did not close her legs.
He slapped her again, her natural lubricant coating his fingers. He spanked her little pussy over and over again until she began to whimper and plead. “Please… Ben… please.”
“Please what?”
“I—please… fuck me.”
He was unprepared for his body’s reaction to that request. His skin flushed and prickled, canines lengthened, vision changed.
Do. Not. Mark her.
He forced himself to inhale several times through his nose, the effort to stay in control overwhelming. When his vision dulled again, he nudged her feet even wider. Using the pad of his middle finger, he stroked along her dewy slit, gliding between her inner lips, gathering moisture, and dragging it up to her clit.
She gave a wavering moan.
He flicked her responsive little button and her knees buckled, her feet sliding out from under her. The sofa bore her weight and he pressed her pinned wrists down, holding her in place as he continued to torture her most sensitive organ.
Her moans grew louder, a needy, desperate pitch taking over.
He slid two fingers inside her.
She mewled, arching against the hold he had on her wrists.
He pumped his fingers in and out. It only took a few strokes before she cried out, her muscles gripping his fingers, squeezing in a rhythmic pulse.
“Ben,” she choked and the sound of his name on her lips nearly turned him savage.
Somehow, he managed to ease his fingers out without pouncing on her and making her forever his. He slapped her pussy one more time as he backed away. The change was still upon him—his entire body shook with the effort to keep it back. He needed to shift and run—to get release this pent-up frustration.
“Promise me you’ll stay put,” he said, his voice still rough.
She said nothing.
He slapped her bare ass and she yelped. “I promise!”
He released her wrists and pulled her panties up, then turned her to face him and pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting as her eyes widened. “You’re killing me,” he muttered, even though he knew he was the one doing the killing. He’d been the king of mixed signals, dragging her, and her heart—if she cared for him, and he desperately hoped she did—through the wringer.
After pinching her nipple,Ben walked toward the bedroom, yanking off his t-shirt. He was the picture of masculine power, his lean muscles of his naked torso rippling with movement. She’d seen the bulge of his erection, and yet, once again, he hadn’t claimed her. Despite her orgasm moments ago, her body thought only of being under him, his huge cock penetrating her, making her scream as he took her roughly.
She hardly knew what to think about where they stood. After licking her wounds in the car, she knew she had no reason to be upset. He’d never made her any promises. She was disappointed and hurt, and didn’t like feeling like she’d been dumped, but she was still certain that Ben Stone felt something for her. Maybe it was just physical attraction, maybe it was something more.
All she knew was he made her feel desirable and sexy. He made her feel other things she’d never felt before. Crazy things—like she would willingly let him string her wrists from the ceiling and whip her with his belt again if that turned him on. Because in retrospect, it sure as hell turned her on. She squeezed her bottom, feeling the sting that still lingered from his spanking. She adored his dominance, found his power intoxicating. The thought of him punishing her again made her cream her panties. She didn’t understand it, but she definitely wanted more.
She should have pressed him more about why he couldn’t be with her. She’d been afraid of what answer he might give and had chosen to take personal offense rather than keep a cool head and just try to understand him. Now her mind had conjured a million possibilities. Maybe humans and shifters literally couldn’t mate. Or maybe it was against their rules to be with a human.
Except Zolla had said something about Ben marking her, which implied that they could take human lovers. What did marking her mean?
She heard the bedroom door bump and the largest black wolf she’d ever seen came trotting out. She drew a breath and held it, her skin prickling. Even knowing it was Ben, she still found the beast terrifying. He stood higher than her waist, with thick black fur and huge jowls. He trotted toward the rear of the house, where a doggy door had been installed. Before he left, he turned to look at her, as if in warning.
“I know, I know. I’m staying right here.”
The wolf’s jaws opened, revealing a row of vicious teeth, but she could have sworn he was smiling at her. It reminded her of her first day working for him and she smiled back, despite her pride. The wolf lowered himself to squeeze through the door, which was too small for him, and ran out.
She curled up the sofa and buried herself in the book she’d found on Zolla’s shelf. At first she didn’t think she’d be able to concentrate, but her mind was so thrilled with a distraction—any distraction from her worry over Melissa and her situation with Ben—that she found herself swept away to an alien planet.