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squirmed,
trying to get away from the pain. “It’s okay, Fiore . Wait.”
    He
took a nipple in his mouth and sucked, taking the whole bud in. The dual
sensations of pleasure and pain filled her and Rachel struggled to breath,
confusion chasing through her. She wanted him out and yet…and yet…the more he
sucked, the more it began to feel good again. The more the pressure returned.
Without even realizing it Rachel’s body began to relax around his cock, to
accept him, and then Dominic was moving inside of her. Stretching her pussy,
pulling on her walls, and it didn’t hurt anymore. It felt good. So good and she
moved with him.
    He
released her nipple and entered her fully. His thick, throbbing cock filled her
up to the point where Rachel could do nothing but pant and gasp and moan.
    “So
tight,” he whispered. “So fucking tight.”
    Then
out and back in again and again and again and the feel of his dick working its
way into her over and over was pure bliss. Rachel loved it, couldn’t believe
she’d waited so long to do it.
    “More,
Dominic,” she whispered back. “Give me more.”
    And
he did. He fucked her slowly, almost leisurely, taking his time, letting her
become used to him. With each movement her body clamored for him and Rachel
found herself matching his rhythm, encouraging him to go faster, harder.
    Just
when she thought she would go mad from the slow pleasure his thrusts increased,
his body driving into hers. Rachel didn’t think as she wrapped her legs around
him, urging him on. In what seemed like no time at all, another orgasm, this
one so different from the first, hit and he plunged into her so quickly that
her entire body shook.
    “You’re
going to make me come,” he roared. “Fuck….”
    Rachel
felt it hit him, actually felt his body buck, the orgasm racing through his
frame, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close, glorying in
watching this man, the one who tied her in so many knots, take such pleasure
from this, from her, from them.
    In
the aftermath of it all, when his breaths slowed and her body began to relax,
she kissed him. This was the first kiss she’d ever instigated and he kissed her
back. Slowly, tenderly and then with more force, more passion, more of
everything.
    It
was to set the tone for the next seven days.
     
     

Chapter Sixteen
     
    Almost
two weeks to the day since he’d met Rachel, Dominic sat in his
London
office, head in his hands, thinking.
    He’d
left her just a half hour ago a trembling mess on his bed, her eyes glazed with
passion, her body pink with pleasure. He could still taste her on his lips.
Smell her on his skin. She was everywhere, surrounding him. But more than that
she was inside him, filling a space he hadn’t even known existed.
    Just
a week since he’d buried himself deep inside her unbelievably tight pussy.
    Two
weeks since they’d met.
    And
now everything was different.
    He was different
and it was time to accept that.
    He
stood up and made his way over to his drinks cabinet. Though unfashionable in
much of the city, Dominic always kept a drinks cabinet well stocked. Many of
his business associates were his fellow countrymen or other Europeans, and they
expected to close a deal with a glass of fine whisky or brandy. That was just
the way it worked and never had he been more thankful of the fact. He took out
one of his oldest bottles, buzzed through to Benjamin with an order not to
disturb, and poured himself a healthy measure. He needed to think. He needed to
work things through. He needed to understand what the hell was going on.
Because the fact of the matter was that, after two weeks spent with Rachel,
nothing really made much sense anymore beyond the fact that he was desperate to
have more of her. Desperate to keep her. He’d thought that once he fucked her, once
the chase was over, that he’d be satisfied. That the thrall she seemed to have
on him would lessen. Only it hadn’t. If anything it seemed to be