Monster (26 page)

She resisted halfway up the stairs, and Dominic’s caveman etiquette kicked in as he hauled her over his shoulder and continued on his way unperturbed. A firm, well deserved smack on her plump ass stopped her flailing legs. He walked past her bedroom. And with their son sleeping peacefully with the housekeeper, Dominic headed towards the master. He dropped her unceremoniously on the bed and heard her giggles. She fought her way up to her knees, tendrils of hair framing her flushed face as it loosened from the ponytail she’d gathered it in. Her radiant smile was three parts alcohol and one part lucidity. “You could’ve had us both, you know.” She crawled to the edge of the bed, her eyes focused on him, making Dominic her prey.

“That is not what I want.”

“Liar.”

“Eden.”

She failed to take caution. “You know what bugs me about you?” she continued on heedlessly, sitting on the edge of the bed now, facing him completely. “Every time you’re near me, I feel exactly like this.” She slipped a finger into the belted loop of his pants and tugged him towards her, bracketing his strong, masculine thighs with her smooth caramel legs so that she faced nothing but groin.

“Like what?” he prompted, staring down at her with hooded eyes as she worked at the buckle of his belt.

“Like I’m naked and drunk, riding a roller coaster without the proper restraints.” She tugged down pants and briefs with surprising strength, freeing his rigid cock from its dark confines. “You have a beautiful cock, Dominic.” The sultry smokiness of her voice retuned, and he sucked in a sharp breath as she took him in a firm yet gentle hold, her fingers wrapping around it, moving indolently up and down the shaft. “It’s long, and thick, feels like steeled velvet. I love that you’re cut. I love the golden brown color, and,” she caught her lip between her teeth and thumbed the head, using his pre-come to skate over the slit, “this bulbous tip. Do you know how good it feels when it slides in between my wet lips, the way its curves slightly to the right so that it strokes and hits my G-spot so fucking right? I should mass produce it and let other women experience your beautiful cock.” She met his gaze, that kittenish smile reeling him in.

She was drunk, he reminded herself. If she were in her right mind, she wouldn’t be doing this. He needed to stop her. Now. A touch on her shoulder to push her away turned into a tight grip as she lowered her head and took him into her mouth in one swift motion, swallowing him to the balls.

Honorable intent flew out the window at the engulfing heat of her talented mouth. He stared down, enthralled by the dark head bobbing up and down, sucking and releasing, lips slicked with spit as she tongued him down and took him back in, her stroking hand working in perfect sync with the sweet, hot suction of her heavenly mouth. She cupped his balls, and he released a long groan, his hand in her hair clenched reflexively, while he moved his hips in shallow thrusts.

He filled Eden’s senses, completely male. With her hand at the base, she moved her mouth, lips, tongue and hand working simultaneously to increase the sensation. Pre-cum coated the back of her throat, salty, clean, all Dominic. She swallowed it and continued, her head bobbing up and down with vigor.

She made these sexy, throaty little moans as if his cock was the best thing she’d ever had in her mouth, and the vibrations sent tremors up and down his shaft. Dominic wove a hand through her hair, and his eyes narrowed to slits as he watched his cock disappearing in and out of her mouth, her reverent
tongue licking him from base to head and back again. Dominic curved a hand to her cheek, his thumb stroking her soft cheek edging closer to her hot, wet lips that stretched wide to accommodate his girth. The controlled suction of her beautiful lips, worked together with the firm grip she had on him, as she went down again, relaxing her jaw and working the muscles in her throat to massage at the tip.

“Fuck.” His balls drew up and tightened, with a curse Dominic anchored the hold in her hair as he thrust shallowly in her mouth, against her throat, making her choke. So close. Too damn close. Denying himself release, he pulled away from her, the release of his cock from her mouth making a wet popping sound. He gripped her hair to tug her head back and bent down to devour her mouth, plunging his tongue between the seam of her lips to taste strawberries, tequila and his cock, a heady cocktail that went to his head.

“Turn around and get on your hands and knees.” Triumph surged through his veins as she carried out his bidding and smiled iniquitously as she presented the delectable globes of her round ass. The bottom half of her swimsuit hid what he wanted to see most, but one simple tug on the strings took care of the issue, the offending piece of clothing falling to the bed, instantly forgotten. She was perfect and he stared, mesmerized at the masterpiece of her backside. His green eyes stroked her as his hands would, starting from the flawless slope of her back to the smooth contours of a waist that rounded out to form her heart-shaped ass.  “Spread your knees and arch your back,” he said throatily, and wanted to reward her when she carried out the command without hesitation. She stretched her back like a feline, dipping down so that her ass stuck out for him allowing Dominic a view of her glistening pussy lips and the sweet, tight little bundle of her virgin hole.

Presenting herself this way, in this very vulnerable, very primal position, handing her submission on a platter for him humbled Dominic to the core. He would make it good for her, he vowed quietly to himself. He wrapped a hand around his rigid shaft to ease the strain, while he moved behind her. Palming one ass cheek, kneading the yielding plumpness, before prying it apart. She made a desperate sound, a sweet little mewl as he teased slid the tip slowly up and down the drenched lips of her pussy. “You’re so wet,” Carnal appetite thickened his voice to a growl as his warm breath grazed sensually against her ear. “I could drown in this pussy...”

“Dom...” she purred, arching so sweetly for him. She tipped back against him, needing him to dive in. But he denied her the fullness, continuing the steady, teasing slide of his tip down the center of her pulsating cunt. He was driving her insane.

“Dom... Please...” she begged so prettily for him, and Dominic wanted to give in, give her exactly what she wanted, but he wanted to pay homage to the perfection of her body that was a pleasure he would not deny himself.

“Soon, sweeting, I promise,” he soothed. She moaned softly as he licked her ear, dropped soft warm kisses across her shoulder blades, he moved down her back, a wet tongue and hot mouth traced and kissed each vertebrae, making a slow and steady progress down her spine. It was a torturous progression that boiled the blood in Eden’s veins as she waited in bated anticipation. Breath stilled in her lungs, eyes widening when he drew apart her butt cheeks and ran his tongue down the wet crevice, from clit to the puckered rosebud of her hole and back again. It was undoubtedly one of the most erotic things he’d ever done to her body, and Eden didn’t know how to breathe properly. She gripped the sheets beneath her hands and bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from screaming.

It was like a shot of adrenaline straight into her vein. It was blood vessels dilating, her heart galloping uncontrollably in her chest, it was gasping for breath when the air she drew in wasn’t enough. He owned her body, ate it like sun ripened peaches and drank the flowing juices of her weeping womanhood with his rapacious tongue. There were fingers there, slipping between the folds to dive deep into her blistering heat, while his thumb worked at her puckered hole, his wicked, wicked mouth showing Eden exactly how very little she knew her of own body. There was nothing but the explicitness of this act, the hyper awareness that made her feel like each inch of her body was struck by lightning, that killed her and gave her life all in one electrifying jolt. He was merciless and perfect, inviting her to shove her hips back and ride his face.

Death was imminent, sweet cataclysmic death seduced her into the gaping, welcoming arms of her orgasm. She plummeted, shattered into delicious little pieces on his tongue and fingers. Recuperating wasn’t in the stars for her as he gripped her hips and plunged into her depths in one long stroke. Pulling her arms and folding them at the small of her back, he held them there with one large hand as he sank in deeper, so deep that it hurt so good. Ass high in the air, face down in the sheets, Eden was at his complete mercy, filled to absolute capacity with his cock, and she whimpered, the vulnerability of her position giving her a sweet high.

“I’m going to beat this pussy, Eden, and you’re going to scream my name.”

And she did, a promise made completely true as he fucked her like a porn star. She screamed like the world was falling, his repeated strike against her G-spot making her see stars. It was too damn much, his jarring thrusts so deep that she could taste him, spurred her fall and she orgasmed on every inch of his cock.

* * *

“Well, your resume is very impressive, Eden,” said Kennedy Archer with a smile, pulling her horned rimmed glasses from her eyes, she set them on the desk in front of her and regarded Eden down an aquiline nose. Eden returned her smile with a bright one of her own, still unable to believe this was even happening. She pinched her hand beneath the desk and knew by the sting that she wasn’t dreaming. Archer Realty was the second largest real estate brokerage in the state, specializing mostly in high end real estates and corporate properties. This was huge! The excitement Eden currently felt was hard to contain. They’d called her two days ago asking if she was available Friday morning for an interview and she’d been so stunned that she’d nearly blown it. But a quick stammering recovery had reassured the receptionist on the phone that she hadn’t called a nutcase.

She’d been in a virtual state of shock, even when she and Jenna had lined outfit after outfit for her to try on. They’d settled on a pair of grey, wide leg tweed pants, a white, sleeveless ruffled top, and her favorite black heels. She’d gathered her hair in a topknot with tendrils framing her face and had kept the makeup light. She wore very little jewelry, only a gold watch around her wrist and gold stud earrings. Shedding the image of waitress in the revealing outfit, Eden reverted back to the woman she’d been a few months ago. The woman who’d built a career and had been filled with drive, but had been knocked down by circumstances was once again. She was back on her feet. Ready and willing to work hard for what she wanted.

“Thank you, Mrs. Archer.” She beamed.

“There’s no need for formalities, Kennedy will do fine. We’re all very casual here, and I think you will definitely be an asset to our team.”

Eden’s eyes widened. “I have the job?”

Kennedy stood. “Yes, if you want it.”

“Oh my God, thank you!” Eden curbed the impulse to hug the other woman and instead reached out to shake her hand.

“I’m sorry I have to rush you out, but I have a meeting uptown in fifteen minutes and need to get going. Franca, our receptionist, will give you a tour of the place and tell you what you need. “

“Thank you so much for this opportunity. You won’t regret this,” Eden said with sincerity as they walked out of the office together, Kennedy holding the door open for her.

“I know I won’t,” she said confidently. “Aside from your stellar resume, you came highly recommended by one of our best clients.”

Eden’s brow furrowed slightly, but her smile remained. “May I ask who?”

“Dominic Armstrong.” Even before she said the name Eden knew. “We’ve procured a few international properties for him. Have you worked closely with him?”

No, but she’d had his tongue in places that would make most people blush ten shades of red if they knew. Feeling her face warm, Eden hastily shook the image from her head. “No, but I know who he is.”

A little while later found Eden in her favorite flower shop, her feeling of elation from this morning now marred by the thought that Dominic had been the sole reason Archer Realty had even called her. Anger, confusion, and resentment formed a horrible storm that raged in the pit of her stomach. It was a horrible feeling to know that she probably got the job not based on her own merit, but only on Dominic’s clout. That feeling only grew worse the harder she thought on it, realizing no one had called her for months when she’d initially passed out her resume. And then suddenly she gets this amazing opportunity without so much as a “we’ll take a look at your resume and call you.” Places like Archer Realty didn’t just hire small time real estate agents. And despite her many accomplishments, Eden knew she was small time. She didn’t doubt her abilities to do her job; she knew how to close on a home. What troubled her was that Kennedy didn’t necessarily know that.

“Thank you for shopping at Jade, have a nice day.” Eden spared a halfhearted smile for the salesgirl as she grabbed her newly purchased bouquet and walked out of the store.

The drive to the cemetery from this side of town took a little longer than usual but the ride afforded Eden time to think. Damn him for interfering in her life this way. Just when she thought she had him figured out, he does something like this and shifts the ground beneath her feet. This was why she couldn’t trust him. Why she couldn’t risk loving him like every inch of her heart yearned to do when there was too much fear there; fear that he acerbated when he did things like this. Wrenched control of her own life out of her hands and manipulated it to his satisfaction, making her feel helpless and lost. He conquered her completely in the bedroom, and she allowed him that, surrendered her body in the way she could not surrender her heart and permitted him to take her to heights unseen. But that was the only place she wanted him in control. Everything else she could manage, but he didn’t understand that. And everything reverted back to his disastrous childhood where he’d been made the most powerless. Eden sighed in frustration, pulling at the hair tie in her hair to loosen the pressure at her scalp. Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, she shook her hair out and massaged her throbbing head. She arrived a short ten minutes later and parked her car close to the curb.