Obey Me

❤️ Obey Me ❤️

"Are you sure?" he asked again, his voice low, almost like a growl.

Talia nodded slowly. Her chest rose and fell, unsure if it was fear, nerves, or something deeper that curled in her belly. She was standing at the edge of a cliff and once she jumped, there would be no turning back.

“Yes,” she whispered, barely audible.

He growled low in his throat, deep and satisfied, then lifted her in one smooth motion, carrying her up the stairs like she weighed nothing. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her breath caught in her throat as his body pressed against hers, hot and solid.

The hallway upstairs was dimly lit, but she could still see how grand everything looked. She had never been in a place like this before. Thick carpets. Golden frames on the walls. A faint smell of expensive cologne and leather followed him as he walked.

Her heart beat louder the closer they got to the bedroom. She didn’t know his name, didn’t even know who he was, and yet, her body burned for him like it had been waiting for this.

He reached and pushed the bedroom door open with his shoulder.

The room was dimly lit. Only a single lamp near the bed cast a soft, golden glow over the wide king-sized bed dressed in black sheets. Talia’s heart thudded harder against her ribs. She had worn the pajamas he gave her, a soft, oversized shirt that barely reached mid-thigh. No bra. No panties. She hadn’t planned to stay. But here she was.

He set her down gently, and the mattress dipped beneath her. She sat there, legs tucked close, watching him as he took a step back.

His eyes roamed her body slowly, like he was memorizing every inch of her. Talia looked away, shy all of a sudden.

“Don’t hide,” he said, walking to the edge of the bed. “You said yes so now no going back.”

She looked up, nervous. “Can I at least know your name?”

Dominic’s lips curled into a slow, dark smile.

“Call me Daddy.”

Her breath caught.

She hadn’t expected that. Not in that voice. Not from this man who carried power in every word, every stare. Her stomach twisted, she should leave right now before it comes serious. But instead, her thighs pressed together, and she swallowed hard.

He leaned in, one hand bracing beside her on the bed, the other gently lifting her chin. His touch wasn’t soft, but it wasn’t rough either. Just enough to tell her he was in control.

“If you want this, you’ll do as I say,” he said, his voice low, deliberate. “No questions and no second thoughts.”

Talia’s lips parted, her body warming under his gaze.

“I’ll ask again,” he murmured. “Are you sure?”

She looked into his eyes, those deep, dark eyes, and felt the pull she couldn’t explain.

“Yes,” she said again, stronger this time.

Dominic’s thumb brushed over her bottom lip. Her breath hitched again, and she froze, waiting and watching him. A wild, strange ache built inside her chest, and she couldn’t understand it. He hadn’t even touched her properly yet, but her skin already tingled.

He leaned closer, voice brushing against her mouth. “Good girl.”

The words slammed into her like a shockwave. Talia didn’t even know why those two words made her body react the way it did. Her legs trembled slightly. Her nipples stiffened under the shirt. She wanted to run, but more than that, she wanted to stay and hear more of those words. She will be a good girl for him.

He sat on the edge of the bed beside her and reached out, his fingers sliding into her hair and pointed at the pajamas she was wearing.

“Take that off right now.”

Her mouth parted, but she said nothing and just obeyed.

Slowly, with shaky fingers, she reached down and peeled the shirt off over her head. Her skin prickled at the cold air, or maybe it was his eyes. His gaze dropped to her bare chest, her small, heaving breasts, and the soft roundness of her stomach. He took his time looking.

Talia wrapped her arms across her chest, nervous.

“Don’t,” he said gently but firmly. “I want to see all of you.”

She hesitated, but lowered her arms. Her breathing came in fast, uneven waves. She had never been fully naked in front of anyone before. Never like this. Never so raw, so seen. But with this strange handsome man, it was different. His gaze didn’t judge her; rather, it devoured her and she was liking it.

“You’re beautiful,” he said simply.

Talia looked down, unsure what to say. But he didn’t give her time to speak.

“Lie back sunshine."

She obeyed.

Her back touched the cool sheets, and her body tensed, exposed and vulnerable beneath him. He stood and she watched him as he pulled his shirt off, revealing his chest, broad, sculpted, with scars carved across the muscles like stories she wasn’t ready to ask about. This will be one time.

Talia swallowed.

He took his time. He was doing it on purpose, teasing her without touching her. And it worked. By the time he lowered his trousers, her thighs were pressed tightly together and her heart was pounding.

He climbed over her, one hand beside her head, the other slowly running down the length of her body, from her collarbone, over to the curve of her breast, past her stomach and down to her thigh.

Talia gasped at his touch. It was like fire.

“You're shaking,” he whispered.

“I know,” she breathed.

“I haven’t even started yet.”

Her stomach flipped at those words.

Talia's breath hitched as Dominic's hand slid further up her thigh, parting her legs with a firm but gentle grip and she let him. Her heart was thundering in her ears now, louder than her thoughts. His touch was like a spell, unraveling her layer by layer.

"You smell like rain and sin," he murmured, bending down to kiss the inside of her thigh. "Like something I’m not supposed to have, but I will because  tonight, you’re mine."

She whimpered, her hips shifting, seeking contact, needing it. Every part of her body was screaming for him. She didn’t know what had possessed her to say yes to this handsome stranger, but now, with the heat between her legs building, she didn’t want to say no.

Dominic leaned in and kissed her slowly, starting at her knee and dragging his lips up her inner thigh. He took his time, whispering sinful words against her skin. By the time he reached her pu$sy, she was trembling.

"You're so wet already Sunshine, is this all for me?" he asked, his voice dark and wicked as he dipped two of his fingers into her wet pu$sy and began to thrust his fingers in and out.