Forbidden Desires: Taboo Encounters.

The key (part 3)

Chapter Three
What He Wanted

Dominic’s mouth found hers before she could speak again.

The kiss was deep and controlled, nothing like the careful first kisses of ordinary dates. His hand slid up her bare back, fingers spreading wide against her damp skin, pulling her fully against him. Elena made a small sound against his lips—half protest, half surrender—and felt the hard line of his body through his clothes. He was already fully hard. The realization sent a fresh rush of heat between her legs.

He walked her backward until the edge of the bed hit the backs of her thighs. She sat down hard. Dominic followed, kneeling between her open legs, still fully dressed while she was completely naked. The imbalance made her feel exposed in a way that should have been humiliating. Instead it only made her wetter.

He looked at her for a long moment, eyes dark, taking in every inch of her—the rise and fall of her chest, the flush spreading across her skin, the way her thighs were already trembling slightly.

Then his hands slid up the outside of her thighs, slow and deliberate, spreading them wider. His thumbs brushed the soft skin of her inner thighs, higher and higher, until they nearly touched where she was aching. Elena’s breath hitched. He noticed. Of course he noticed.

One hand moved fully between her legs and cupped her, palm pressing firmly against her. She was soaked. The heat of his hand against her bare s*x made her hips twitch.

“You’re dripping,” he murmured, voice low. “For someone who said she wasn’t doing all of that.”

Elena opened her mouth to answer, but two of his fingers slid through her folds and the words died in her throat. He stroked her slowly, spreading her wetness, circling her c**t with the pad of his thumb while his fingers pressed inside her. The stretch made her gasp. He watched her face the entire time, reading every flicker of reaction as he curled his fingers and rubbed that sensitive spot inside her with exacting pressure.

He worked her with patient, focused strokes—thumb on her c**t, fingers moving in a steady rhythm—until her hips started rolling against his hand without her permission. The pleasure built fast and sharp. When she came, it tore through her with a broken sound she couldn’t hold back. Her thighs clamped around his wrist. Dominic kept his fingers moving through it, slower now, drawing every last pulse out of her until she was twitching and oversensitive.

Only then did he pull his hand away. He brought his fingers to his mouth and tasted her without breaking eye contact.

Elena’s stomach flipped.

Dominic stood and began unbuttoning his shirt. He didn’t rush. Each button came undone with deliberate calm until the shirt fell open, revealing a hard, defined chest and stomach. He shrugged it off, then reached for his belt. Elena watched, still catching her breath, as he stripped with the same controlled efficiency. When he pushed his pants and underwear down, his c**k sprang free—thick, heavy, fully hard, the head already glistening.

He wrapped one hand around the base and stroked himself once, slow, watching her face.

Then he stepped closer, threaded his fingers into her damp hair, and guided her head down.

Elena’s breath caught as he brought her mouth level with his c**k. He didn’t force her. He simply held her there, the thick head brushing her lips, waiting. She looked up at him once. His eyes were dark and certain. Then she opened her mouth and took him in.

Dominic’s low exhale was the first crack in his control. Elena swirled her tongue around the head, tasting the salt of him, then sank deeper, taking as much as she could. His hand tightened in her hair—not painful, but firm—guiding her rhythm as she sucked him. She hollowed her cheeks and moved up and down his length, one hand wrapping around the base to stroke what her mouth couldn’t reach.

“f**k,” he muttered, voice rough. He watched her the entire time, eyes half-lidded, jaw tight, as she worked him with her mouth. Spit slicked his c**k. The wet sounds of her sucking filled the quiet room. Dominic’s hips flexed slightly, pushing deeper into her throat, and Elena moaned around him, the vibration making his grip in her hair tighten further.

He let her continue for long minutes, clearly enjoying the sight of her on her knees for him, before he finally pulled her off with a wet pop. A thin string of saliva still connected her lower lip to the head of his c**k.

He pulled her up, turned her, and pushed her back onto the bed. He hooked his hands under her thighs and dragged her to the edge of the mattress until her hips were nearly off it. Then he positioned himself and pushed inside her in one slow, continuous thrust.

The stretch burned in the best way. Elena’s head fell back with a sharp inhale as he filled her completely. Dominic held still for a moment, buried to the hilt, giving her time to adjust to the size of him. She could feel every thick inch. Then he started to move.

He f****d her with steady, powerful strokes, one hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave fingerprints. Every thrust drove deep, the wet sound of their bodies filling the room. Elena’s hands found his shoulders, nails digging into muscle as pleasure built again, heavier than before. He watched her face the entire time, eyes dark with satisfaction every time she made a sound.

He changed the angle, lifting one of her legs higher and pushing it toward her chest. The new depth made her cry out. He didn’t slow down. If anything he thrust harder, the head of his c**k dragging against that sensitive place inside her with every stroke.

“That’s it,” he said, voice rough. “Take it.”

Elena came a second time with his name on her lips. The climax hit hard enough that her vision blurred and her walls clenched tightly around him. Dominic cursed under his breath and kept thrusting through it, prolonging the waves until she was shaking.

He pulled out slowly, the sudden emptiness making her whimper. Then he flipped her onto her stomach with easy strength, pulled her hips up until she was on her knees, and pushed back inside her from behind in one smooth thrust.

This angle was deeper. More intense. Elena’s fingers curled hard into the sheets as he set a harder pace immediately, the slap of skin on skin loud in the room. One of his hands slid around her hip and found her c**t again, rubbing tight, wet circles in time with his thrusts. She was still sensitive from the first two orgasms, and the dual stimulation quickly became overwhelming. She moaned into the mattress, body rocking back to meet him despite herself.

Dominic leaned over her back, chest pressed to her spine, mouth near her ear.

“You left the key on the table,” he said, voice rough with exertion. “You can tell yourself it was an accident. We both know better.”

Elena tried to answer and failed. Another climax was already building, heavier and more consuming than the ones before. Dominic felt the way she tightened around him. He rubbed her c**t faster and thrust harder until she came with a muffled, broken cry, her entire body shaking.

He didn’t stop.

He f****d her through it, then pulled out again, turned her onto her back, and settled between her thighs once more. This time he moved slower—deep, controlled strokes that made her feel every inch of him. Elena’s legs wrapped around his waist. Her hands slid up his back, feeling the muscles shift under her palms with every thrust. He kissed her while he moved inside her, deep and claiming, swallowing every sound she made.

When he finally came, it was with his forehead pressed to hers and a low, guttural sound that vibrated through both of them. She felt the hot pulse of him deep inside her as he emptied himself.

He stayed buried in her for a long moment before slowly pulling out. He rolled onto his side beside her, one hand resting possessively on her hip. The room smelled of s*x and steam and his cologne. Elena lay on her back, heart still hammering, body aching in the best possible way. Her skin was damp with sweat. The towel lay forgotten on the floor.

A soft ding cut through the quiet.

Elena’s phone lit up on the nightstand. She reached for it with a slightly unsteady hand. The notification was from the same friend who had set up the blind date. “How was it? Did you meet him??”

Elena stared at the message for a second. Then she typed a short reply and hit send. “It got unexpected.”

She locked the phone and set it face-down on the nightstand. When she turned her head, Dominic was already watching her, eyes still dark, still certain.

He didn’t ask what the message said.

He simply reached for her again.