Chapter 2: Ruin Me Daddy

Seraphina

Dominic’s eyes darken to something almost feral. For a moment, I think he’ll give me what I need. Instead, his hands leave my body completely and he steps back.

The loss makes me whimper.

“Patience, Kitten.” That smirk is pure sin as his hand moves to his belt. “If you want something from me, you’re going to earn it.”

I watch, transfixed, as he unbuckles with deliberate slowness. The leather slides through the loops. The button of his pants is opening. The zipper lowers with a sound that makes my mouth water.

Then he pulls out his cock.

Thick. Hard. Already leaking at the tip. Everything I’ve been craving since I woke up this morning.

He wraps his hand around himself, and I forget how to breathe. One long, slow stroke from base to tip, his thumb swiping over the head to gather the bead of precum there. The sight is obscene. Gorgeous. Hypnotic.

My tongue darts out to wet my lower lip without conscious thought, my body responding to what it wants before my brain can catch up.

His eyes catch the movement and that smirk deepens. “You want to taste it, don’t you?”

I nod, not trusting my voice.

“I can see it in your eyes.” Another stroke, even slower this time. “Your mouth is watering for my cock.”

“Please.” The word comes out desperate.

“Please what?” He steps further back, putting more distance between us. “Tell me what you want, Kitten.”

“I want to taste you. Please let me taste you.”

“Get down.”

I slide off the counter immediately, my legs unsteady. He’s several feet away now, cock still in his hand, watching me with that predatory intensity that makes me feel like prey.

“Do you want to taste it?” he asks, even though we both know the answer.

“Yes.”

“Then show me how badly.” His voice drops lower, more commanding. “On your knees.”

I drop without hesitation, the cool tile hard against my knees. From this angle, he’s even more imposing.

“Now crawl to me.” The words are deliberate, calculated to test me. “Show me how desperate you are for this cock.”

For one brief second, shame tries to surface. I’m about to crawl across my sister’s kitchen floor like an animal in heat. About to debase myself for a man who isn’t mine to have.

Then I look at his cock, still hard in his hand, and the shame evaporates.

I lower myself to hands and knees.

“That’s it.” His voice is rough with approval. “Keep those eyes on what you want.”

I start crawling, my eyes locked on his cock the entire time. Each movement makes the shirt ride up, exposing more of me, but I don’t care. All I care about is getting to him and getting my mouth on him. Tasting him.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs as I get closer. “Crawling for my cock like the desperate little slut you are.”

The degradation should bother me. Instead, it makes me wetter.

I reach him finally, kneeling at his feet, looking up at him with what I know must be pure desperation on my face.

“Open your mouth.”

I do, parting my lips, and he guides his cock to them with his free hand tangling in my hair.

The first taste explodes across my tongue. Salt and musk and something uniquely his. I moan, the sound vibrating around him as I take him deeper.

“Fuck.” His grip in my hair tightens. “That’s it. Show me how much you wanted this.”

I work with him on everything I have. Tongue swirling around the head. Lips sealed tight. Taking him as deep as I can before pulling back to do it again.

“Deeper.” His other hand joins the first, both gripping my head now. “Relax your throat. I want to feel you choke on it.”

I try to relax, to open up for him, and he pushes deeper. Hits the back of my throat. I gag reflexively but he doesn’t pull back.

“Breathe through your nose.” His voice is strained. “I’m not stopping.”

I force myself to breathe, to relax, and he slides in further. So deep I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can only feel him stretching my throat.

He pulls back just enough to let me gasp for air, then pushes in again.

“That’s my girl. Take it. Take all of it.”

Tears spring to my eyes as he starts fucking my mouth in earnest. Deep, brutal thrusts that make me gag and choke and drool all over him. My jaw aches. My throat burns. And I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

“You look so pretty like this.” He’s breathing hard now, control slipping. “Tears running down your face while you swallow my cock. So fucking perfect.”

I moan around him and he groans in response, his thrusts getting more erratic.

“Such a good little slut for me. Taking everything I give you.”

My hands grip his thighs for balance as he uses my mouth. Drool runs down my chin. I can barely breathe. And I don’t want him to stop.

Just when I think he’s going to come down my throat, he pulls out.

His cock emerges wet and glistening, and I gasp for air, my lips swollen and my jaw aching.

“Stand up.”

I rise on shaky legs, my knees marked from the tile, and he takes a moment to just look at me. Hair a mess from his grip. Lips swollen. Chin wet with drool. Shirt disheveled.

“Take it off.” His voice is rough. “My shirt. Take it off slowly. I want to watch.”

My hands go to the buttons with trembling fingers. I undo them one at a time, slowly revealing skin he’s already seen countless times but somehow it feels new every time.

The shirt falls open, exposing my breasts, my stomach, the bare pussy he’s been aching to get inside.

“All the way off.”

I let it slide off my shoulders, catching it before it hits the floor. For a moment, I hold it, the fabric soft in my hands, still warm from my body.

“Drop it.”

I do, and it pools at my feet.

I’m completely naked now in his kitchen, my sister’s kitchen, standing before him while his cock juts out from his open pants.

The wrongness should kill the moment.

Instead, it makes it hotter.

“Get back on the counter.”

I turn and climb up, the granite cold against my bare ass as I settle onto it.

“Spread your legs. Wide. I want to see everything.”

I obey, spreading my thighs as far as they’ll go, completely exposed to his gaze.

He steps between them, his hands gripping my hips, his cock so close to where I need it.

“Look at how wet you are.” His voice is almost reverent. “All this just from sucking my cock?”

“Yes.” It comes out as a whimper.

“You’re perfect.” He lines himself up at my entrance. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”

His eyes travel down my body, taking in every inch of exposed skin. My breasts. The flat plane of my stomach. The glistening evidence of my arousal between my spread thighs.

Something shifts in his expression. A decision made.

“Actually…” He releases my hips and drops to his knees.

The sight of Dominic Ashcroft on his knees before me steals my breath. This man who commands boardrooms and bends people to his will, kneeling on his kitchen floor.

“What are you—”