The Dominator (The Dominator #1) Read Online D.D. Prince

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: The Dominator Series by D.D. Prince
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Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
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“Ah, you feel so good Athena; you are a goddess. You’re so fucking tight.”

He grunted those words into my neck, and I just lay there, letting him do that to me. I felt like I was splitting in two. Half of me felt what he was doing to me, and it felt good, so good. This must be what sex was really supposed to feel like, except that it was missing the emotional component and probably shouldn’t have this fear component. Under my hands, I felt his muscles ripple. Under my calves I felt his butt clench as he drove into me. His body was so muscular and strong. This wasn’t a boy; this was a man, a man who knew how to make me feel good, a man I was petrified of.

The other half of me wanted to float away somewhere else. If I’d risen above my body and looked down, I’d have seen that my eyes were staring at the ceiling, wet with unshed tears. This sensation in my body was real, and it was intense, but it wasn’t what I wanted to feel. I wanted to disappear into thin air. I thought back to my fantasies about him and felt real remorse for ever wanting to be underneath him. I started to sob. Loud.

He started pushing harder and harder and then gyrated his hips and hit something inside of me that made me jolt. My mouth was wide open as I let out a moan and staggered breaths. My legs were shaking. Hard. He grabbed me roughly by the hair and held my cheek to his cheek. I let out a cry of pain and then he came inside of me, moaning loud and the sound of that, it made every nerve in my body prickle. Then he fell limply onto me, out of breath.

“Fuck!” he growled into my ear, and then nuzzled hard all over my face and neck and chest, rubbing his rough stubbly face all over me. It made goose bumps rise all over my body again. He ripped the shirt I had on wide open and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and moaned loudly. Then he let go and gathered me to him and flipped over, holding me tight against his side, brushing my hair away from my face with his fingertips on one hand and sliding his fingers from behind though the moisture between my legs with the other hand. I shuddered.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” His voice was husky, sleepy. He leaned over so I could see his face and gave me a dazzling smile while he kept rubbing with his fingers. His fluid was leaking out of me as he continued to rub rhythmically back and forth over the seam of my vagina and spreading it all over that area.

I started breathing shallowly again as sensation began to re-build. I think my eyes were rolling back into my head again and I was inches away from coming again. I fisted the bed sheet. But then he pulled his hand away, “Naw, you’ve had enough for now. Wouldn’t wanna spoil you. But I could get used to waking up like this, huh?” He kissed me behind my earlobe and then sucked my earlobe into his mouth for a second and made a victorious-sounding growl in my ear.

I think I must’ve looked back at him like he was an alien or something because he waited for a beat, eyeing me, then burst out laughing. He gave my bottom a stinging slap while biting his lower lip, and then pulled away from me.

“Aren’t you full of surprises?” he asked, crawling backwards out of the bed until he stood at the foot of it and looked down at me, naked and his body glistening a little bit with sweat, “I know vanilla is your favorite flavor, but just so you know, that’s probably the one and only time you’ll ever get it.” He winked at me and sauntered, naked, to the bathroom. I heard the shower spring to life.

I bolted upright, feeling my heart pound against my chest. My eyes scanned the room.

I have got to get out of here. Could I make a run for it now and get away from this psycho?

My dress was in his bathroom, ripped. My shoes were still here on the floor, but all I had on was his blue dress shirt. I threw the covers back and my panties were still around one of my ankles. I pulled them out of the mess of tangled-up sheets and hurried to his walk-in closet, where I rifled through drawer after drawer, looking for pants. I found a drawer of t-shirts, so took one and put it on. I took another and wiped away the mess between my legs. I threw it toward a hamper and it missed. I yanked on a pair of Tommy’s track pants rolling the cuffs up until they were to my knees. I decided to abandon my killer heels. I never wanted to see them again after the day I’d had wearing them. The water was still running and my vagina was still throbbing with raw sensation.



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