Forbidden Fantasies {4}: Hot! Wet!

MADELEINE'S POV 

“What are you doing, Madeleine?”

My eyes snapped open. 

The deep husky voice resonated, cutting straight through the haze in my head.

I froze with the vibrator stuffed inside me.

My heartbeat increased and slowly I turned, besieged with cold fear. My heart sank and I paled instantly as my gaze locked with his intense cold icy blue orbs.“Dominic…” I whispered. My cheeks flushed, shame burning hot beneath my skin and my chest rose unevenly.

Dominic stood there, watching me. 

The door… wide open 

I'd forgotten to lock it after I snooped into his room. How would I have remembered? The reality of what he saw; what I'd been doing, hit me with a brutal force.

How long had he stood there?

I thought to myself.

“What are you doing, Madeleine?” He reiterated, his raspy voice breaching out with deep huskiness that I had to gulp down a big lump that formed in my throat. His cold gaze slowly drifted from my face, arching downwards to my body. Subconsciously, I slid the vibrator out of my hot dripping core and my legs involuntarily squeezed themselves together.

His dark shadow loomed further inside the room, and he pushed the door closed from behind. My heart was racing now, what was he gonna do to me? And at the same time, I could feel a fresh wave of wetness between my thighs. He took a few steps towards me and then he paused. He stared down at the position of my hands, my flustered face, the Tv screen then back to the drink in the table.

His stare lingered, scrutinizing me…every inch, every breath.

“You're drunk Madeleine” his tone wasn't loud but it managed to send tingles down my skin to my core, sending a wave of pleasure to my wetness.

I gulped and shook my head, The bourbon had settled deep in my veins, blurring everything over the edge.

“I..I” I tried to speak but words had betrayed me this time. 

His jaw tightened “What did I say about taking alcohols?” He asked his stern gaze fixed on my drunken dizzy ones his tone almost dangerous, as if he was restraining something beneath the surface. My gaze drifted lower before I could stop myself, catching onto the slight tension at his lower half…. something he quickly masked with a small shift of his stance.

A wild reckless idea flickered in my mind. I don't know where the confidence came from or maybe it was the alcohol or maybe stupidity.

I swiftly snatched the bottle of bourbon from the table and held it tightly to my chest “leave me alone,” I whispered “I wanna be drunk in peace” I pouted.

His brows furrowed, irritation flashing across his face. “You’re in my house, Madeleine. You'll do as I say” 

The way he said my name made my stomach tighten. It rolled out of his mouth with a sharp mix of authority. But still nothing was enough to make him react the way I've always wanted.

Did I really have no effect on him?

I belched “No, no, no, I'm not drunk. I'll do whatever I want” I shot back lazily in frustration. 

He breathed out lowly “Madeleine…” he called softly, a low warning.

But I pushed anyways “You're not the boss of me” I continued “What are you gonna do if I don't?” 

The Tv moaned loudly behind us, the woman on screen gasping as her lover shoved his two fingers inside her sleek cunt. My eyes flicked to it, Sensation tickled my skin, as the sound crawled across my nerves.

“.... I just want to fucked like that…. then I'll do as you've said” I blurted, mumbling as I pointed lazily to the screen. I wasn't sure I'd be able to hold it in.

A faint smirk of humor graced his lips, like he found my drunken boldness pathetic or amusing. He let out a soft exhale, like he was holding onto the tiny thread of restrain.

 But he still didn't budge.

I groaned in frustration and threw my head back against the pillows. The need twisting Inside me was too strong, too humiliating, too real.

I spread my thighs, leaving my wet dripping pussy bare to his view. His brows furrowed, I stared him in the eyes “I want you to fuck me that way…. Or you don't find me attractive enough. Is that it” 

Something flickered in his eyes. Dark. Sharp. Like he was pondering on something. He step closer, close enough till I could feel the heat radiating off him.

 “Do you know the consequences of what you're asking for?” He asked, a devious glint flickered in his eyes,

Consequences?

Who cared about any consequences?

“Yes….da..ddy” I whispered, voice trembling as I rubbed my fingers across the lips of my wet folds. With the insane thoughts in my head, I pressed harder on my clit. My eyes not leaving his as I did so.

“Mmm… please daddy… I need you in my pussy” I blurted as I moaned tightly, biting my bottom lip as I twirled my other hand on my swollen breast.

“Hmm” A low hum reverberated his throat. “Do you know what you're asking for, little doll?” he asked. His gaze darkened with lust and his deep husky voice sent shivers done my spine.

I moaned “yes..” 

“But you're drunk Madeleine…” His voice dropped to a low rumble.

I cut him off with a protest “No, I'm not drunk” My voice broke “please take me” I begged, my fingers leaves my pussy, glimmering with my juice which coincidentally didn't miss his eyes.

Silence.

A thick suffocating silence.

He moved slowly, leaning in as his calloused hand rested on each side of the bed, trapping me between him and the wall behind. His scent. The scent of his cologne…dark…expensive filled my nostrils.

“I don't want you touching yourself, you're not allowed to” his voice was low, but it sounded more like an order and I nodded to it immediately.

“Good girl” he whispered.

My heart nearly stopped.

“Spread your legs, little doll” 

A low command. His tone dripped with a possessive aura. I obeyed immediately without hesitation. My thighs parted slowly, like they suddenly had a mind of their own; responding only to him.

Everything inside me erupted.

A dark smirk crept to the corner of his lips as my already soaked throbbing pussy came bare to his view. His gaze darkened the longer as he stared at my cunt, and I couldn't help but wonder what filthy things he had in mind.

I've always wanted him.

Desired to be handled by him.

I tried to hold onto a silver of self-control, but fuck self-control.

All I cared about now was to be fucked by him. Hard.

The need hit me hard like a wave. My hands twitched, desperate to reach my aching cunt but I stilled, his stern warning echoed in my head..

I wasn't allowed to touch myself.

I was going nuts. The pulsing between my thighs was relentless, threatening to break me. I shifted my hips subtly;a soft plea, angling my hips to where I needed him. 

He arched his brow and smirked “what do you need from me, little one?” His husky voice came through.

“I want daddy to fuck my pussy… Fuck me please”I blurted, begging shamefully. Who cared about shame? At this point, my body had a mind of its own. And I was on the verge of losing it.

And in a blink of an eye, he shoved his two fingers deep inside me. My eyes rolled behind it's socket as a loud moan slipped from my lips.