SWNOVELS Unhinged Desires: Chapter 24
Dominic’s stare bores right through my skin, sending a searing fire up and down my body. A flicker of doubt crosses my mind at the darkness in his eyes. I’ve just let him bind me naked to a damn pole. All because I’m a slave to the pleasure I know he can deliver. But also because I wanted to prove to him, to myself, that I’m not afraid of him. Deep down, in my soul, I know he won’t hurt me—I certainly hope my gut isn’t leading me astray here. I have to believe that under the darkness, there is good. Or at least I’m counting on his obsession being his driving factor to keep me alive.
I know he’s been following me for some time now. I don’t doubt he’s the exact reason for my dry spell these last few months. I continue to remind myself that if he wanted to kill me, he would have done it by now. I don’t recall Ted Bundy keeping his victims alive this long. Or warning them beforehand. I mean, if this really was where I was meant to meet my end, surely he wouldn’t be warning me away… trying to stop himself… control his baser instincts…
Besides, he said he wanted to kill me, not that he was going to. I know! Semantics and all that, but still, it has to mean something.
“You really should have run,” Dominic says as he circles the pole I’m bound to.
“What would be the fun in that?”
“You’d be away from me. Safe,” he counters.
“I’m fine where I am.” I lift my gaze to connect with his and hold it there.
He chuckles. “You know why pigs are the only animal I’ve purchased for this farm?”
I shake my head and glance in the direction of the pen.
“They make the disposal process easy. They eat 99% of the human body. Practically leaving no trace at all.” The tips of his fingers run down my cheek. “It would be such a beautiful sight,” he whispers.
“What would be?” I ask.
“Your death.”
I don’t know how to respond. I mean, who says shit like that? And why do I feel wetness between my thighs right now? Why am I getting off on his threats?
“I can smell you, your desire.” His fingertips travel down my throat, over the leather of the belt that is firmly wrapped around my neck. “Do you get off on fear, Little Bee?”
“I get off on you, Dominic,” I admit while squeezing my legs together.
He smirks. Although I can make out a hint of surprise on his face. What’s the point of lying? Denying that this crazed psychopath in front of me is anything but sinfully beautiful?
His fingertips reach my belly button and circle around it. I squirm under his featherlight touch. I want those fingers to keep moving, to travel farther south.
“You are something else, Lucy Christianson.” He smiles, actually smiles. Not smirks or grins or any of those other forced reactions I’ve seen from him before. “I’m going to fucking enjoy every second I get to keep you.” He drops to his knees before lifting my left leg and resting it on his shoulder.
My head hits the wood behind me as I tip my chin towards the ceiling, while his breath breezes over my clit, causing my whole body to shake. Dominic’s hands palm the globes of my ass and his fingers dig into the flesh as he spreads my cheeks apart. He drags his tongue from my back hole right up to my clit and then down again. Circling it around my back entrance.
“I’m going to claim every fucking inch of this body,” he says, shoving what feels like two fingers into my dripping pussy.
I would respond, if I weren’t overcome with sensations unlike anything I’ve ever felt. He fingers me, curling those digits up inside and reaching that magic button, all while continuing to lick my asshole. I’ve never done anything like this before, but goddamn does he make me want to try it all. Everything. If it feels half as good as this, it’ll be worth it.
My hands pull on the rope, my fingers curling around the fibres and tugging. Every time my body slackens, the belt around my neck begins to cut off my air supply. Fuck, it’s a dizzying combination. Pleasure mixed with fear. The threat of passing out from a lack of oxygen. My one supporting leg begins to give way and buckle. I can’t hold myself any longer. I scream at the top of my lungs, the bliss overcoming the panic, until my voice goes hoarse, my vision blurs, and my lungs burn. Then, I feel my body being lifted and I suck in a lungful of air.
“Fuck.” Dominic stands, holding me upright. “You good?” he asks.
“Uh-huh, better than good.” I smile. One of his hands reaches up for the belt. “Stop. Don’t you dare remove that yet. Fuck me, Dominic. Now,” I demand.
“What? Lucy, you almost just passed the fuck out.”
“You wanted to watch me take my last breath. You did. Now, fuck me, Dom. Please…”
He looks torn. I don’t know what’s going through his head all of a sudden. A moment ago, he wanted to see me dead, and now he appears devastated. But at least my suspicions were confirmed. He’s not going to hurt me. He could have let me hang myself right then. What a way to die, though, in the midst of a soul-shattering orgasm.
Dominic reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom. He unzips his jeans, frees his rock-hard cock, and rolls the latex down onto it.
“Do you just carry those around all the time?” I ask him.
“I learnt from this morning. From now on, I will always have one on me.” He hoists my legs up, holding them around his waist.
“I like that you learn from your mistakes.” I laugh.
Dominic lines up his cock with my entrance and, without warning, slams into me. My back hits the wooden pole with an audible thud.
“Ahhh.” The painful sting from his intrusion gives way to pleasure, and as he withdraws and slams back into me, my legs squeeze tighter around his waist.
“You know, I thought I would be the one to kill you, but just maybe, Little Bee, you’re going to kill me first,” he says, withdrawing slightly only to thrust forward again.
“I don’t get off by fucking corpses, and as long as you’re good at this, I’d like you to keep breathing,” I tell him.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he increases his pace. Holding my body still against the pole as he pistons in and out of me. “Come for me. Fucking come for me, Little Bee,” he hisses between hard, stilted thrusts.
“Fuck! Dom…” I scream as another orgasm rips through me.
“Fucking. Beautiful. Creature,” he grinds out the words, pumping another three times as he comes. I have the sudden urge to feel his seed warm the inside of my pussy. I want to feel it dripping down my legs.
I don’t voice this, of course. I’m not a complete lunatic.
Our breathing finally steadies and Dominic moves to untie me. He removes his shirt and places it over my head, then bends down to collect my panties and shorts—shoving the former into his pocket and shaking the dirt off the latter. Once he’s satisfied, he hands the shorts back to me.
I raise an eyebrow at him. At this rate, I won’t have any underwear left for him to take.
“Come on, you didn’t get the tour,” he grunts.
“Because you had a tantrum,” I remind him.
“I was refraining from wringing your pretty little fucking neck, not having a tantrum.” His hand cups my chin as he turns my face from side to side, inspecting my throat with each gentle movement. “Shit, you’re going to need to put something on that.”
“I’m fine.” I pull out of his grasp. “Now show me this farmhouse and tell me all about your design plans.’
AFTER WALKING THROUGH THE HOUSE, Dominic tucked me into the passenger seat of his Bentley, before driving me back to the gym where I left my car this morning. I got so excited over his plans for the house. I haven’t told anyone but I have a passion for interior design. If I weren’t Lucy Christianson, if I could be anyone else, I’d be a designer.
“I’m firing my designer. I want you to do it,” Dom says as if he’s reading my mind.
“Ah, what?”
“I want you to lead the designs for the farmhouse.”
“Why? I don’t know anything about renovations, Dominic.”
“I don’t care if you fuck it up and we have to burn it to the ground and start from scratch. I want you to do it,” he tells me.
“I’ll think about it.”
“You do that.”
He pulls into the empty spot next to my car, then turns in his seat to face me. “What are you doing tonight?”
“Why are you asking me? Shouldn’t you already know?” I lift a brow at him.
“I’m asking because that seems like the proper thing to do.”
“I’m not telling you. If your stalker skills are as good as you claim, you’ll find me. If not, well, your loss.” I wink and jump out of his car and into mine.
As I have the engine purring, I call Shar. She answers almost immediately. “LuLu, where have you been? I was about to send out a search party.”
“Sorry, what’s up?”
“I need you to come out tonight. Meet me at Unhinged at nine,” she says through the car’s Bluetooth.
“Does it have to be Unhinged?” I ask her.
“Yes. Meet me there.” She cuts the call.
Guess I’m going to hang out at Unhinged tonight. It’s one of Melbourne’s newest nightclubs, owned by one of Dominic’s cousins. Let’s face it, I know I keep saying he’s the one who’s crazy. But, really, my own sanity is in question at this point. Especially when a small thrill runs through me at knowing exactly what dress I’m going to wear tonight and what my not-so-little stalker’s reaction is going to be to it.