Page 51 of Dominion

She flushed a little more.

He leaned over and grazed one nipple with his teeth. “Little girl, if I ever have to punish you for putting yourself in danger again, I will put more than my finger there. I will fuck your ass with my big, hard cock until you see stars.”

“Oh, God,” she cried, reaching down to clutch her pussy as her hips bucked in another orgasm.

Ashley wokewith Ben’s considerable erection still pressing into her back, just as it had when he’d lain down beside her the night before. He wore his clothes while she lay completely naked, which seemed to be the metaphor for their entire relationship.

She squeezed her bottom, trying to see if it was still sore. Not at all. Why did that disappoint her? She remembered Ben’s punishment with a flutter of her belly. As strange as it may seem, she loved when he got stern with her, and she loved that he punished her physically. He was the embodiment of every fantasy she’d ever had.

Melissa had always told her she liked authority figures. Ashley had gone moony over male teachers and coaches in her teen years, and had full-on crushes on several professors in college. It only stood to reason she would fall head over heels with her hot boss when she entered the workplace. And he was so much more than a hot boss. He was an alpha wolf—stern, dominant, and sexy in every way. And he took her to task.

She knew every red flag should be flying over the fact that he’d taken a belt to her ass—not for kinky pleasure, but for an actual punishment—but she had loved it. Well, she hadn’t loved the pain when she was in the middle of it, but she loved that he had done it and that the threat of future punishment dangled over her head. Besides, she was fairly certain he would have stopped if she’d told him no. There seemed to be a moment there when he had been looking for her consent. And he’d seemed saddened or troubled beforehand—he hadn’t lashed out in anger, it had been more like he faced a difficult, but necessary task. He would make a good leader if he ever chose to be alpha to his pack.

From what she had deduced, the other wolves were disappointed in his reluctance to step forward. They wanted to follow him, and she understood why. He possessed sheer power of presence and mind. If only he believed in his own ability to lead.

She rolled over and he adjusted in his sleep to keep her in his arms, tucked against his muscled torso. She still owed him for last night. She’d drifted to sleep while he’d lain beside her with probably the world’s worst case of blue balls.

She slipped out of bed to go to the bathroom, then returned with a condom. She didn’t engage in casual sex, but Melissa’s last boyfriend had stuffed a bunch in her purse as a joke a while back and she’d never taken them out. Now she was grateful she had them. She sat beside Ben and ran her hand over his arm, marveling at the definition of his biceps. Sliding her palm down his side, she slipped it under his shirt, feeling the heat of his golden skin.

He stirred, reaching for her and pulling her back down beside him without opening his eyes. As if she belonged there. She smiled and tugged on the button on his jeans, working it open. Sliding down, out of his grasp, she straddled his legs and unzipped his pants. He didn’t wear boxers or briefs—probably with all the shifting back and forth it wasn’t worth the hassle. Didn’t wearing underwear make men’s sperm count lower anyway? As if Ben Stone needed to be more virile. Regardless, it made it easier for her to free his length, which sprang out with its impressive size.

She gripped the base and squeezed and he groaned, shifting in his sleep and mumbling something. She lowered her lips to taste him. The moment she put her mouth over the head, his eyes sprang open. His cock also seemed to double in size, which she hadn’t believed possible. She licked under the rim, all the way around, as Ben stared down with a startled expression. A drop of pre-cum emerged and she lapped it up with her tongue, then licked her lips while holding his gaze.

A shudder ran through his entire body. Satisfied with her results, she closed her lips around his shaft and lowered her head over it. Her jaw felt way too small, but she did her best to relax her gag reflex and take him deep into her throat.

He made a sound as if in pain.

She did it again.

His face twisted, eyes never leaving her face. “Ashley—” he groaned.

“Mmm hmm,” she said, keeping her mouth over his length and humming her response, knowing the vibration would drive him mad.

Like the first time she’d sucked his cock, he gripped the headboard, as if afraid to touch her.

“Why are you doing this?” he croaked.

She smiled and released his cock from her mouth. “I want you to feel good,” she purred, then dragged her tongue from his balls up the underside of his cock to the frenulum, where she swirled her tongue again.

“Ohh,” he groaned.

“Does it?” she asked.

“What?” he grunted.

“Feel good?”

“No! Yes, Oh, God. Ahhh-uh… it’s too much. It’s too fucking good.”

Encouraged, she took him deep into her throat again.

“Noo.” He sounded pained again.

“No?” she asked innocently, sitting up. She ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled it down his cock before he could ask what she was doing.

She understood he was worried about being too rough with her, but she wanted to give herself to him. And while she’d never had a rough lover before, it sounded delicious. She moved quickly to straddle him.

“No, no, no, no,” he said, lifting her hips off and holding her pelvis suspended in the air.