Chapter 4: The Claiming Part One

**Dominic**

I stood in the penthouse, the door locked behind us, and the weight of my control settled heavy on my shoulders. She was mine tonight. Every inch of her.

I let the dominance rise in me, thick and unrelenting, as I looked at her.

"Undress slowly," I ordered. My voice came out low, commanding, leaving no room for argument. I did not move. I simply watched. This was how it started. How I took what belonged to me.

Her fingers shook as she reached for the buttons on her blouse. Good. She obeyed. One button at a time, slow like I demanded.

The fabric parted, showing smooth skin and the edge of lace. Heat built in my gut. I kept my face hard, my body still. Power flowed from me in waves, pressing down on her until I saw her breath hitch.

She pushed the blouse off her shoulders. It fell to the floor. Next came the skirt. She slid it down her hips, stepping out with careful moves. My eyes traced every line of her body. Her bra. Her panties. Nothing hidden yet, but soon.

"Keep going," I said. The words were rough. I wanted her bare. Wanted to see what I now owned.

Her hands went to her bra. She unhooked it. The straps slipped down. Her breasts spilled free, full and soft, nipples already tight. My cock twitched.

She hooked her thumbs in her panties and pushed them down her legs until they hit the floor. Naked. Completely exposed in front of me. Her skin flushed pink. She stood tall, chin lifted, but I saw the tremble in her thighs.

I stepped closer. The air between us crackled. I reached out. My fingers brushed her collarbone.

I froze.

The second my skin touched hers, everything stopped. A flood hit me hard. Heat surged through my body like fire in my veins. My chest tightened. My heart slammed against my ribs.

Every nerve ending woke up at once, alive and screaming. Sensations I had never felt before crashed over me. Raw. Intense.

My cock hardened so fast it hurt. My skin burned where I touched her. Deeper. Like my whole body had just come online for the first time in my life.

*What the hell is this.*

I did not know what to do with it. This rush. This pull. It scared the shit out of me, but I locked it down fast. My face stayed blank. My breathing stayed even. I hid the shock deep inside where she could not see. No one ever saw me break. Not even now.

I continued. My hand moved lower, cupping her breast. The weight of it in my palm sent another wave through me. Soft. Warm. Her nipple hardened under my thumb as I brushed it. She gasped. The sound shot straight to my dick. I squeezed gently, feeling her body respond.

My other hand found her waist. I pulled her in until her bare tits pressed against my shirt. The heat of her skin soaked through the fabric.

She whimpered. Her body arched into me. I felt her nipples drag against my chest. My control strained. That same alive feeling kept flooding me.

Every touch made it worse. Better. I did not understand why her skin felt like this. Why my blood roared in my ears. Why my hands wanted to devour every inch of her.

I spun her around. Her back hit my front. My cock pressed hard against her lower back through my pants. Thick and ready. She had to feel it. I banded one arm around her middle, locking her in place. My free hand cupped her breast again, rolling the nipple between my fingers. She leaned into me, her breathing fast and shallow.

My hand slid down her stomach. Lower. I found the soft skin between her legs. She was soaked. Dripping wet for me. My fingers slipped through her folds. Her clit was swollen. I circled it slowly. Her hips jerked.

A low sound escaped her. The slick heat on my fingers made my own body throb harder. That strange rush hit me again. Stronger now. Like lightning under my skin.

I increased the pressure. My fingers moved faster on her clit. She trembled against me. Her ass pressed back into my cock. I gritted my teeth.

The sensations kept coming. My body felt electric. Alive in a way that made no sense. I had touched women before. Fucked plenty. But this? This was different. This was dangerous.

Her moans grew louder. Her legs shook. She was close. I could feel it in the way her body tightened. The way her breath hitched. I kept going, pushing her right to the edge.

Then I stopped.

I pulled my hand away. I released her and stepped back.

She turned fast. Her eyes were wide, dazed with need. Her nipples stood hard. Her pussy glistened. She looked desperate. Ready to beg.

I kept my face cold. My control back in place even though inside I still felt the aftershocks of that first touch. My body still hummed. Still burned. I did not know what the fuck had just happened to me, but I would not let it show.

"This is only part one," I said, my voice steady and dark. "You will learn exactly who owns you tonight."

She stared at me, naked and trembling, the hunger in her eyes mirroring the storm I refused to name inside myself.

The night had only begun, and already I knew nothing would ever feel the same again.