Uncle Dominic's Touch (6 page)

“Dominic. I need you.”

He blinked several times as if to clear his mind and then stepped back. Defeat claimed her and she sagged. She dropped her head and felt embarrassment.

“Not here, Chloe.” His words had her lifting her head and staring at him.

He helped her off the counter and pulled his pants up haphazardly before adjusting her skirt down and fixing her top. His arms around her were secure and made her feel safe and protected. Despite this small reprieve, the fire that coursed through her body didn’t relent.

“Let’s go to my bedroom,” she murmured against his chest. It seemed like the most neutral spot, a place where there were no memories of others. He pulled back and stared into her eyes before he nodded and led the way. As they took the stairs and went down the hallway, Chloe feared he could hear her heart beating. Hell, she could hear it all the way in her ears, could even feel it pounding in her throat.

Dominic stopped in front of her closed door but didn’t make any movement to open it. She gripped his hand and led him inside. The room was dark and the light from the moon illuminated her dresser and bed. It gave everything a sexual, almost hazy feel. When he stepped inside she shut the door and they both stood there in silence.

His back was to her and she could see how tense he was. She tentatively ran her finger down his spine. The material molded into the long indent and she could see his muscles flex, as if her touch was filled with electricity. He turned when her fingers stopped at the small of his back. Shadows covered his features but she could still see dual expressions cross his face. Uncertainty and desire fought for supremacy. If she hadn’t thought this was right, hadn’t known it would feel right, she wouldn’t have pushed it.

“I’ve missed you.” Sure, she had been here the whole time, but she didn’t mean it in the literal sense. She had missed
him
, the Uncle Dominic she had known her whole life. The whole situation with Clara had created a dark cloud over him and he had been so aloof and distant. She could now see the real Dominic coming back out, and Chloe couldn’t help but feel elation at the fact that she was bringing that part of him back to the forefront.

“I’ve missed you too, sweetie.” He smiled down at her. There wasn’t anything sexual about that moment, nothing but two people really showing who they were on the inside. “I love everything about you, Chloe. The way your hair looks like cooper and fire in the sun. The way your eyes light up when you see the lake glistening like tiny jewels. Everything about you makes my heart swell with love.”

His words, so endearing and raw had tears forming in her eyes. She had nothing to say in response, didn’t even know what to say. She opened her mouth but all that came out was a soft sigh.

“No words are necessary. Just know that you are the single most important person in the world to me.”

Oh God.
Tears finally fell down her cheeks. He made a move to come forward but then stopped. A look crossed his face, one she couldn’t decipher.

“Please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

She laughed because she couldn’t help herself. “I’m crying because I’m happy, not sad.” Chloe wiped her eyes and composed herself. She didn’t want to be bawling at this particular time. Dominic seemed relieved by what she said and she gripped the edge of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Arousal still coursed through her, and because of the sentiments he just confessed, she wanted to show him how much she loved him. “I love you so much, Dominic.”

Goosebumps popped up along her flesh and she felt her nipples tighten in response. Dominic did the same with his own shirt, and her mouth went dry when she saw his chest. This wasn’t the first time she had seen the hard, wide expanse of his defined chest, but now, knowing what was about to happen, made everything feel so different.

He held his arms open and she stepped into them. Resting her head against his pectoral muscles, she could hear the strong, steady beat of his heart right beneath her ear. He slowly moved his hands down her arms and gripped her skirt. As he pulled the material down, she felt her panties go with them. Here she stood, nude in front of Uncle Dominic, ready for him to take her.

She didn’t go for his pants and try to remove them, she let him do it. He didn’t make her wait, and when he too was nude she couldn’t help but press herself against him. His erection pulsed against her belly and she felt wetness slide over her skin from his cockhead.

Dominic dipped his head to capture her mouth. He kissed her and slipped his hands down to cup her ass. Dominic squeezed the mounds and pulled her more forcibly toward him. They moved as one toward the bed, never breaking the kiss. She felt the mattress hit the back of her legs and let gravity and his body take her down. The silk comforter was like water against her body and she arched her back. Breasts thrust forward, Dominic didn’t wait to latch his mouth onto one. Chloe gasped as pleasure zinged through her.

“Oh God, Dominic. Yes.” His mouth on her nipple, sucking, drawing the blood to the surface, drove her crazy. His teeth tugged at the engorged flesh until it bordered on painful. Chloe speared her hands through his hair and pulled him closer. He alternated between her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth and then going to the other. She didn’t have large breasts, but Dominic didn’t seem to mind, in fact, the grunts he made against her flesh hinted that he liked them just as they were.

Finally breaking away from her, he sat between her legs. He placed his hands on her inner thighs, so close to her cunt she could feel the tips of his thumbs tease her lips.

“I know I shouldn’t be doing this, Chloe, but I can’t help it. I can’t make myself stop. God help me I can’t stop.” He covered her body with his and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. The thick head of his cock pressed against her pussy.

He gently started to push into her body and her hole greedily sucked at the bulbous head, trying to draw it in deeper. He was so big, so thick, Chloe could feel him stretching her, filling her. The pain was there, but the agonizing pleasure far outweighed it.

“Fuck, Chloe. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything so tight.”

Dominic’s coarse language inflamed her and she lifted her hips to take more of him. The movement caused him to slide further into her, her wetness making it easy. He stopped half way through, and when he swore under his breath, Chloe knew he came against her hymen.

“God, baby.”

“Do it, Dominic. Please.” He groaned once before he reared back and gripped her hips tight. With one swift move he buried himself to the hilt inside of her. The feeling of his balls slapping against her ass didn’t distract her from the burning pain she felt when he broke her innocence.

Chloe squeezed her eyes shut, her pussy clenched tightly around his cock. With every spasm her inner muscles made, Dominic moaned in response.

“Are you okay, Chloe.”

She nodded because she couldn’t find her voice. Chloe wrapped her arms around him and kissed his neck. He started to move then, pulling his hips back and then pushing them forward. Every time he thrust back into her she could feel her pussy stretch. It was like nothing she had ever felt, like nothing she could have ever imagined. Faster and faster he went, never relenting no matter how loud she cried out, no matter how hard the bed shook.

Another mind blowing climax approached and she breathed hard against his neck, begging him for it harder, faster, rougher. Before she came, Dominic pulled his cock from her and she made a sound of disappointment. He flipped her over and lifted her ass. Chest on the bed, ass in the air, she could feel his warm, humid breath on her lower back. She felt his thigh move between hers and force them apart. The muscles of her inner thighs stretched and strained, but when she felt his cock nudge at the opening of her pussy, the pain receded.

“I’m not hurting you, am I, baby?”

Oh yes he was, but she loved it. She shook her head and knew that if she admitted he was, despite the fact she loved it, he might stop or go slower. “No, I’m fine.” The words were all but a shaky whisper from her mouth.

As if that was all he needed to hear, he slammed into her in one, quick thrust and they both moaned in pleasure. He didn’t go slow, didn’t let her body adjust to his girth. He pounded into her like a madman, holding her hips so tight she knew there would be bruises in the morning. The sound of wet sex, of her pussy sucking at his cock, drove her to the brink of madness and she came hard.

Wet flesh slapped together and filled her ears. When she heard him cry out, deep and long, she knew he was about to come. He covered her back with his chest and reached in front of her to rub her clit with swift flicks.

“One more time, baby. Come for me once more.” That was all it took, his talented fingers and his gruff, erotic words to send her over the edge once more.

Chloe couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t think as agony and ecstasy became one. He tensed behind her and let out a long, loud grunt before his cock jerked inside of her and he filled her up with his cum. His orgasm seemed to go on and on, but when he was finally spent they both collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily.

Chloe couldn’t keep her eyes open, but she was still aware that Dominic was buried in her cunt. His cock gave small jerks every so often and his semen slipped down her inner thighs. She fell asleep that way, Dominic inside her, his arms wrapped around her.

The last thing she whispered was probably the one thing that ruined everything. “I love you, Uncle Dominic.”

Chapter Eight

Chloe woke to the sound of cupboards banging shut. She meant to get up, to see why those cupboards were being slammed, but even the slightest movement caused her body to scream out in pain. She couldn’t help but smile, immediately remembering why she was so sore. Between her legs felt sticky, another reminder that made her whole body tingle. She felt herself start to fall back into oblivion, but not before she heard a door slam shut.

When Chloe woke again she was staring at the clock. Blinking several times, she lifted onto her elbows and pushed the hair from her face. She couldn’t be reading that right. It couldn’t be after one in the afternoon. She rolled over and looked toward the bedroom door. She glanced toward the empty spot next to her and ran her hand over it. The sheets were cold.

When she rolled out of bed and grabbed a change of clothes, she felt the stickiness of what she had done last night between her legs. The shower called to her and she made her way inside. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was knotted on one side, the “just fucked” look instantly came to mind. She had heard her friend’s use the term before and never really imagined what it might look like, but staring at herself now, she knew
she
had that look.

As she waited for the water to warm, she couldn’t help but glance down her body. Her pussy ached and she could see a small smear of dried blood mixed with Dominic’s cum on her inner thigh. She had finally done it, had finally lost her virginity, and to none other than Uncle Dominic, the man she was in love with.

 The reality of that thought had her legs becoming weak. She sat on the toilet and stared at the wall and really thought about what that meant. How did he feel right now? She knew he would feel guilt over what they did, and she knew that no matter how much she wanted to tell him it had felt so right, nothing would change his outlook.

When she stepped into the shower the water was scorching hot, but it was just the way she liked it. She made quick work of washing and then stepped out and dressed.  When she made her way downstairs and into the kitchen, it suddenly occurred to her that the house was eerily quite. Every room she went into showed the same thing—
nothing
. Grabbing some fresh fruit and a yogurt from the fridge, Chloe went outside and sat in one of the chairs that overlooked the lake. Maybe he was working out or running around the lake. No, she remembered he always worked out first thing in the morning, before the sun had even risen over the horizon. Not letting herself worry about it, she realized there could be a million different things that he could be doing. She wasn’t his keeper and he didn’t owe her an explanation on where he was going. Resolve settled within her and she realized she was acting childish. She relaxed and enjoyed the warm weather and the sound of the water lapping at the shore.

After she ate, she sat outside for another hour before she decided she needed to call Dominic and see where he was. Although she wasn’t his keeper, she couldn’t shake the uneasiness inside of her. Chloe grabbed her cell phone and dialed his number. When the voicemail picked up she ended the call, not bothering to leave a message.

She felt the phone start to vibrate in her hand and looked at the caller ID. It was Dominic— she smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. “I was wondering where you were.” Silence greeted her and her brow knitted. “Hello?” The sound of riotous male laughter filled the background. “Hello? Uncle Dominic.”

“Hey, Chloe.” Dominic sounded different.

“Where are you?” She didn’t mean to sound so accusing, but from the sound of it he was at a local tavern. She could tell as much by the blaring noise and clanking glasses in the background. This worried her because Dominic wasn’t known to hang out at the local taverns.

“I’m down at T-Pubs. Everything okay?” His slurred voice confirmed her suspicions that he had been drinking.

“Yes. I was just wondering where you went off to. Kind of early to be drinking isn’t it?” She waited for his reply.

Her heart sped up at his clipped, angry tone. “No, Chloe. I
don’t
think it’s a little too early to be drinking. If you didn’t need anything then I’ll see you when I get home.”

He was angry and that anger was directed towards her. Things were definitely not right. Dominic’s attitude, the fact that he was drinking in the middle of the afternoon at a bar he never frequented, had a wave or dread washing through her. Never had Uncle Dominic raised his voice at her. His words had only been comforting and gentle, as if he thought she would break. This was like a demon inside of him, a total one-eighty that had fear, hurt, and an array of other emotions filling her.