His Property

She didn’t even realize the door had slammed shut until she heard the click of it. The metallic sound of the door was like a coffin sealing shut. Like her fate was no longer hers to write.

Dominic’s palm gripped the back of her neck, shoving her forward like a misbehaving animal before she could even whimper. She hit the leather seat chest-first, gasping, her bare skin sticking to the cold seat as her soaked jeans squelched under her.

He moved around the car with slow, terrifying calmness and a little smirk on his face making his little dimples visible.

He didn’t rush.

He wasn’t angry.

But worse..He was in control.

She didn’t try to escape. Not because she didn’t want to, but because her body wouldn’t fucking move.

Not after what he whispered.

Not after what he promised.

The driver door creaked open. He got in without a word. The silence between them was loud..so loud it felt like her own heartbeat was slamming against the windows.

Then..click.

The seatbelt whipped across her body. Tight. Trapping. His hand slid over her chest as he buckled her in, not just securing the belt but squeezing her breast through the soaked shirt like it belonged to him.

She flinched. Gasped. Didn’t speak.

Dominic didn’t look at her. He just started the car.

He drove slow at first. Silent. Calm. One hand on the wheel. One resting on the gun between their seats like it was part of him.

Her body trembled, it was cold, wet and ashamed all at the same time as she cringed to it.

She tried to speak…tried to beg again…but her voice had broken somewhere between the alley and the moment he said, “I will fuck you right here in the rain.”

She could still hear it.

Feel it.

Like the words had wrapped around her throat and stayed there.

“You’re thinking too loud,” he said suddenly.

She jolted. Turned toward him with wide, glassy eyes.

“I…I wasn’t…”

“You were,” he said. “You’re screaming in your head, begging for someone to save you.”

He looked at her then. A long, slow glance. Eyes bottomless. Dark with hunger.

“No one’s coming.”

Her breath hitched.

“You belong to me now.”

She squeezed her thighs together. Instinct. Panic. Humiliation.

He noticed.

His lip curled into a smirk that made her stomach drop.

“Open your legs.”

“What…no..please”

“I said.” His voice dropped into a husky sound so thick it could make a lady cum in an instant “Open. Your. Fucking. Legs.”

Her thighs trembled, but stayed pressed together as she shook her head whispering No. Please. I can’t. Don’t do this. And honestly that was all it took.

The car jerked to the side of the road. He pulled onto a shoulder thick with mud and gravel, slammed it into park, and turned to her slowly.

Rain lashed the windshield as he clenched his jaw tight.

Then he unbuckled himself.

She didn’t breathe.

“Don’t…please, not here…”she choked.

He unbuckled her, yanked the seatbelt off her chest like it offended him, and shoved the blanket off her lap. His eyes dropped to the soaked denim between her thighs.

“You’re dripping again.”

“No I’m not, I…”

“Shut. Up.” He gripped her chin, yanked her face toward his, forcing her nose inches from his lips. “You smell like terror. And underneath that?”

He inhaled…deep.

“You smell like need. You want this don’t you .

She whimpered, twisting in the seat, trying to push him back. His palm flattened against her stomach, pinning her to the leather.

“Open your fucking legs.”

“No…please, I….”

His hand slapped her. Not hard enough to break her, but enough to silence her.

Her cheek burned. Her breath caught.

And her legs?

They opened.

She didn’t want them to. God, she didn’t. But her body betrayed her again..just like he said it would. Her thighs parted inch by inch as she sobbed into her own shoulder.

He slid his hand between them. Pressed against the soaked heat of her crotch.

“No…”

His fingers didn’t slip under the denim yet. He just pressed, slow and steady, grinding his palm into her pulsing cunt like he wanted to remind her who it belonged to.

“This,” he growled. “This is mine now.”

“I’m not yours,” she whimpered.

“You screamed my name,” he hissed. “That was the moment you became mine.”

He dragged his palm harder.

She gasped, her spine arching against the seat as her pussy clenched behind the soaked fabric.

“You’re disgusting,” she sobbed.

“Say it again.”

She blinked. “What?”

“Say it. Say I’m disgusting. Say you hate me.” He leaned in, licking her tears. “Say it while you’re dripping all over my fucking hand.”

She shook her head, biting her lip so hard it bled.

He yanked the button on her jeans open.

“No! Don’t!”

The zipper slid down like a threat. Her panties were soaked…saturated to the point they were nearly transparent. You could clearly see her pink little pussy.

“Fucking hell,” he growled. “You’re wetter than the storm outside. Fuck”

She cried harder, trying to pull her jeans back up. He shoved her hands away and peeled them down her thighs, one inch at a time.

“Keep fighting me,” he whispered. “I love watching the struggle. It makes breaking you so much sweeter.”

He shoved two fingers against her pussy through the drenched cotton. Rubbed slow, cruel circles into her clit.

Her hips jerked.

“No…stop, please, I can’t…”

“You can.” His fingers circled again. “You’re going to.”

He reached behind her neck and pulled her shirt up, forcing her to raise her arms.

“Lift,” he barked.

She hesitated.

He grabbed her throat.

“Lift. Don’t get me pissed Angel”

She obeyed.

The shirt came off.

Then the bra.

She was bare now. In a fucking car. In the rain. With a murderer fingering her over her panties like she was just some hole to fill.

He sucked a breath between his teeth when her nipple hardened. He leaned down, mouth brushing the stiff peak.

“You’re responding to me,” he growled. “You hate it. But your body is mine now.”

Then he did the unthinkable.

He reached down and ripped her panties in half.

They tore like paper in his fist, and suddenly…she was exposed.

Completely.

No fabric. No shame. Just her bare, glistening cunt in the open air, throbbing against the cold leather and his heat.

Dominic groaned low and filthy.

“Fucking soaked,” he whispered. “I should make you lick it off my fingers after I ruin you.”

Her scream barely left her lips before his tongue found her nipple.

He sucked hard..bit harder. One hand twisted her wrists above her head, the other shoved two fingers inside her soaking pussy, knuckles deep.

She thrashed.

Cried.

Moaned.

All at once.

And he laughed.

“That’s it,” he said against her skin. “Feel it. Drown in it.”

He fucked her with his fingers like he was punishing her cunt for daring to drip in his presence. His palm rubbed her clit. His mouth bit her breast. His knee pressed her thighs wide.

Her body broke.

Her voice cracked.

And when she came…fucking came…she screamed so loud the windows fogged.

He didn’t stop.

He didn’t stop.

He fucked her through it, dragging every drop from her cunt, rubbing her raw, overstimulated and helpless in his seat like a fucktoy soaked in shame.

When he finally pulled back, her body was twitching. Bare. Ruined. Collapsed in the seat like she’d been used and discarded.

He leaned in. Kissed her forehead…gentle, like a reward.

“You’ll remember this,” he said.

She sobbed.

“You’ll remember that your first orgasm in my car was the moment you stopped being a doctor…”

He licked her bottom lip.

“…and became my property.”