ROSE 106

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ROSE 106

Chapter 106

“You’ll beg for me before this is over,” Dominic whispered, voice low and lethal at my ear, hot breath teasing down my neck. The words moved like a snake under my skin, deeper than the clamps, deeper than the fire.

They owned my bones.

I whimpered, head bowed, thighs soaked with slick and ache and denial. I would have begged then anything, everything but my mouth wouldn’t form the shape. Not yet. Not until he broke me.

He tugged the chain again. My nipples screamed, the ache blurring into something twisted and electric. My hips bucked against the wall involuntarily, chasing pressure, chasing friction, chasing him.

“You’re pathetic,” he muttered. “A naughty girl. Sick and soft and so hungry for pain.”

He knelt behind me, and I felt his mouth, his goddamn mouth, kiss the trembling crease of my ass.

He parted my thighs wider, tugged the chain attached to my collar downward until I was arched, exposed, utterly fucking helpless.

Then the heat returned.

That torch, he didn’t even touch me with it. Just let the flame hover over the backs of my thighs, the underside of my ass, the delicate space near my cunt. I could feel the heat licking me, inching closer, never quite touching.

And I twitched. Moaned.

The clamp chain jangled with each movement, driving sharp flares through my chest. My clit throbbed so hard I thought I’d cry.

“Please,” I whispered. “Dominic, please, I can’t-”

“You can. And you will.”

He stood, slid his cock between my thighs, teasing my folds. He didn’t thrust. Not yet. Just dragged the head through my slick, letting the weight of it taunt me.

My breath hitched. My cunt clenched so tight around the empty space it almost ached.

Then I felt him reach around–two fingers landing on my clit, slow, circular. Gentle. Too gentle.

It was a mindfuck.

He rubbed while the head of his cock teased my entrance, never pressing in, just circling. I sobbed–real, hot, humiliated sobs.

“Beg,” he whispered. “Beg me to let you cum.”

“I want to,” I gasped. “I need to. Please. I’ll do anything. Just–fuck–please.”

He pressed in.

Finally.

My body went tight, the stretch so slow it bordered on cruel. He didn’t slam or thrust–he sank into me, inch by inch, letting me feel every single heartbeat of him. And still, his fingers stroked my clit. harder. It moved. Yes. Yws Dominic just like that. I lost my breath.

“Please, please, let me-”

“You may,” he whispered.

It detonated inside me.

My orgasm hit like lightning under my skin, every nerve lit, every inch of me spasming around his cock. My legs gave out, trembling so hard I almost dropped, but he held me there, fingers still circling, coaxing the release into something longer. Darker. Shattering.

I moaned his name into the wall like a prayer.

“Fuck,” he groaned, hips pumping finally, slow and deep. He growled against my neck, his rhythm grinding as I trembled in aftershock, the clamps still biting, the ball still buried inside me.

Then he pulled out, and I whimpered at the loss

He came with a low grunt, hot and thick acros:

Successfully unlocked!

ged against my ear.

The chain clinked as he let go. I sagged, skin marked. My body used.

And heck I did not regret shit.

****

1/3

Chapter 106

I wished not to wake up.

But my eyes opened anyway. The sunlight was too bright, too unforgiving, leaking through the heavy curtains like judgmen

I lay still for a moment, the sheets tangled around my legs, the air too warm against my skin. It took a second to register that I wasn’t wearing my own clothes, just a shirt. His shirt. The scent of him clung to the fabric and to me. Leather, smoke

heat.

I sat up slowly, my limbs stiff. The events of last night came rushing back in fragments. His mouth. His voice. My body.

Shame curled in my stomach like poison.

I pushed the sheets aside and padded to the bathroom, not even glancing in the mirror as I turned on the faucet. I scrubbed my face and neck with cold water until my skin stung. It didn’t help.

I still felt filthy.

The toothbrush wasn’t mine. I used it anyway.

After cleaning up, I pulled the oversized shirt lower over my thighs and stepped out of the bathroom, expecting silence.

But my body froze.

Emilia stood by the door.

She wasn’t supposed to be here.

She held a small tray tea, water, and something that looked like toast and her eyes flicked up to meet mine like she knew. Like she had heard every single moan.

“Emilia?” My voice cracked. “This is Dominic’s room. Why are you here?”

She didn’t answer at first. Just stared, then stepped closer and set the tray down gently on the side table.

“Because I thought you might need someone to talk to,” she said softly. “Someone who’s not… him.”

I wrapped my arms tightly around myself, too aware of my bare legs, I was also without panties, I also did not want anyone to make me feel the rawness still lingering in my chest. “I don’t need –”

“Do you love Dominic?” she asked suddenly.

The question landed like a slap. I blinked at her, speechless.

The tray steamed gently beside us, untouched.

I blinked once. Then another.

“Where is that question coming from?” I asked, voice quiet, guarded.

Emilia didn’t flinch. She folded her arms across her apron, her expression unreadable. “It’s not the first time I’ve seen a woman wear that shirt.”

I looked down at myself, suddenly too aware of the weight of fabric clinging to my skin. Dominic’s scent still lingered in it. I could feel him everywhere, even when he wasn’t in the room.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” I said.

“No,” she agreed, “but it answers mine.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You’re trying to get under my skin. Why?”

“Because you’re not thinking clearly,” Emilia said, stepping closer, her voice dropping. “Because I’ve seen what this house does to women who lose themselves in him.”

I swallowed, my throat dry. “You think I’m one of them?”

“I think you’re in danger of becoming one.”

Her words weren’t cruel. They were laced with something else–warning, maybe. Regret. She picked up the teacup and handed it to me without meeting my eyes. I didn’t take it.

“I don’t love him,” I whispered, more to myself than to her.

Emilia didn’t press. She didn’t need to.

Silence filled the space between us. I stared at the floor, heart twisting in my chest, and suddenly I couldn’t remember when the last time was that I truly felt safe. Not just from Dominic. From myself. From the way I kept falling into things! swore I’d resist.