TAINTED INNOCENCE

Chapter 10

“Bakit tayo tumigil?” tanong ko habang nakatingin sa labas ng bintana. Malamig ang salamin. Tahimik ang paligid. Madilim. Isolated. Wala kang maririnig kundi huni ng mga kuliglig at ang mababang hum ng makina ng SUV.

Walang ibang sasakyan sa paligid. Walang mga tao. Walang ilaw.

Kami lang.

Si Dominic at ako. At ang tensyong unti-unting sumisikip sa dibdib ko, sa puson ko.

He doesn’t answer at first. Sa halip, pinatay niya ang makina ng sasakyan, creating an even heavier silence. Then, he turns his body toward me. Yung tingin niya—matalim, mainit, gutom. Parang hayop na matagal nang pinipigilan ang sarili.

“Because I can’t wait anymore,” he says, voice low, guttural, halos growl na. “I’ve been thinking about your thighs... your little gasps… the way you taste…”

Napalunok ako. Kinagat ko ang labi ko, nervous and aroused. “Dom… baka may makakita sa’tin…”

He chuckles darkly, then leans closer. “You think I give a f**k?” Binaba niya ang seatbelt ko—isang mabilis, aggressive na galaw. “You snuck out of your house to see me. That means you want this too. Huwag ka nang magpanggap.”

I freeze when his hand cups my face. Ang init ng palad niya, rough pero nakakakalmang weirdly. His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, and my breath hitches.

“Nakasuot ka pa talaga ng skirt.” He smirks. “Are you trying to kill me, Bella?”

“I just… wanted to look nice,” mahina kong bulong.

“Nice?” His eyes darken. “You look fuckable.”

Shit.

My legs instinctively press together, pero napansin niya. His hand immediately slips down—mabilis, may kasamang pwersa—pressing between my thighs.

“Open. Now.” His voice leaves no room for negotiation.

“Dom…” I whisper, pero halos wala nang resistance sa tono ko.

“Do you trust me?”

I nod, weakly.

“Then spread them. Show me how much.”

Dahan-dahan kong binuka ang mga hita ko, ang tela ng palda ko umaakyat, revealing the soft lace of my black panties. The way he stares at me—parang sinisipsip ng mga mata niya ang lahat—makes me squirm.

“Good f*****g girl,” he breathes.

Hinaplos niya ang hita ko, pataas, until his knuckles brush the soaked fabric of my panties. I gasp, nanigas ang buong katawan ko.

“Wet ka na agad?” he growls. “Ang dali mong palibugin, Bella. Look at me.”

I try to hide my face, pero hinawakan niya ang panga ko, pinaharap ako sa kanya.

“No hiding. I want to see every reaction. Every moan. Every f*****g twitch.”

Then he kisses me—deep, dominating, no warning. Hindi ito halik na sweet. It’s possession. His tongue pushes into my mouth, claiming me, habang ang daliri niya kinikiskis ang gitna ng panty ko, drawing tight circles on my clit through the fabric.

I whimper into his mouth.

“Ang ingay mo,” bulong niya, breath hot against my neck. “Mas lalo akong tinatamaan pag alam kong kahit kaunting galaw lang, someone could walk by. You like that? You like being fingered like a dirty secret?”

“Dom… please…” Nanginginig ang tuhod ko.

“Please what?” He pulls the fabric of my panties to the side. One rough finger glides between my folds, then stops at my entrance. “Use your words.”

“Touch me,” I breathe. “Please… don’t stop…”

“Too late. I’m going to ruin you.”

One finger slips inside—slow, deep. Then another. I grip his jacket with both hands, trying not to scream. His palm presses down while his fingers curl upward, hitting something inside me that makes my entire body jerk.

“f**k, Bella…” His voice is strained now, but still in control. “You’re so f*****g tight. Virgin pa rin ang p**e mo sa loob ko.”

He pumps slowly, torturously slow, then adds pressure with his thumb on my clit, rubbing tight, maddening circles.

“Every time you smile at your mom,” he growls, “I want you to remember this. While she’s talking about church or dresses, remember my fingers inside you. Stretching you. Making you shake.”

I try to hold it in. The pressure. The sounds. But it’s too much. He knows exactly what he’s doing—ang anggulo ng mga galaw niya, the way his thumb never stops, the way his voice never lets me forget how dirty this is.

“S-sobrang sarap, Dom—s**t—ah—”

“Say it,” he growls against my ear. “Whose p***y is this?”

“Y-yours,” I choke out, eyes rolling.

“Again.”

“Sa’yo, Dom… sa’yo lang…” I cry out, thighs shaking, muscles clenching.

Then he kisses me again—rough, deep, claiming—while his fingers push me over the edge.

My whole body locks. Then spasms. I arch against the seat, struggling to breathe as the orgasm rips through me. Mas malakas, mas matagal, mas nakakabaliw kaysa sa kahit anong naranasan ko. My moans fill the car, raw and uncontrolled.

And he watches everything. Every f*****g second. His eyes fixed on me as I fall apart, trembling and soaked in the front seat of his car.

“Look at you…” he whispers, pulling his fingers out slowly, wet and glistening. “c*m all over my hand like a good girl.”

Hinawakan niya ang baba ko. Pinakita sa’kin ang daliri niyang basa. Then, with a dark smile—

He licks them clean.

My breath catches.

“And that,” he murmurs, eyes locked on mine, “was just the beginning.”

Humihingal pa rin ako, katawan ko nanginginig habang nakasandal ako sa passenger seat. My thighs are slick, my panties ruined. Pero hindi pa tapos si Dominic.

He leans back, eyes still locked on me—dark, intense, unblinking.

“You’re full of surprises tonight,” he says, voice low. “But I know there’s more.”

Napakunot ang noo ko. “What do you mean—?”

His hand slides down again, slow, deliberate. Then it stops.

“…What the f**k is this?”

I freeze.

He lifts the hem of my skirt higher, revealing the soft black lace hugging my hips… and the garter straps peeking out from underneath.

Lace lingerie. Complete set. Stockings. Garter belt. Not the usual sweet, safe Bella.

Dominic stares at it like he’s just been slapped and seduced at the same time.

“You wore this… under your skirt… and didn’t tell me?” His tone sharpens. Hungry. Dangerous. “You planned this.”

“N-no,” I whisper, heart pounding. “I just… I just wanted to feel sexy…”

“Baby,” he says, voice dropping an octave, “you don’t wear something like this unless you want to be f****d like a slut.”

He grabs my thigh, fingers sinking into flesh, mouth crashing into mine—rough, wet, angry. His other hand pulls my seat down, flattening it backward until I’m nearly lying down.

“Dom—” I gasp as he pushes my skirt up around my waist, eyes locked on the black lace.

He runs his hand over the thin fabric, then yanks the panties aside again. He doesn’t even hesitate this time. He slips down, pulls one of my legs over his shoulder, and buries his face between my thighs.

“Oh my god—”

His tongue is f*****g wicked. He licks like he’s starving—slow at first, then faster, deeper, sucking my clit until my hips buck and I’m grabbing at anything to stay grounded.

“You taste even better when you’re trying to act innocent,” he growls, pulling back for a second. “All dolled up like a dirty little secret.”

He spits between my folds, spreads me open, then goes back in—eating me like it’s the only thing he wants.

My vision blurs. Everything disappears except the feeling of his tongue and the leather seat under me.

“Dom—f**k—stop—I’m gonna—ah—”

He doesn’t stop.

I c*m again—this time harder, crying out his name, legs twitching uncontrollably, stockings rubbing against his jaw. He licks me through it, drawing every drop out of me until I’m a mess under him.

When he finally looks up, his mouth is wet, lips curved in that sinful smirk.

After that inayos ni Dominic ang upo nila at muling nag drive papunta sa Club.

The bass vibrates through the floor. Strobe lights flash over dancing bodies. I can barely hear myself think—but I can feel him.

Dominic’s hand is on the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd. His grip? Firm. Possessive.

He hasn't said a word since we walked into the club. Not even when the bartender openly stared at my dress—short, tight, low-cut. Dominic’s idea. But now? He’s silent. Tense.

The moment we slide into the dark, private VIP booth, he pulls me close—fast, hard.

“Do you like being watched?” he hisses against my ear, voice low and furious. “Is that why you dressed like this tonight?”

I shiver. “N-no… you told me to wear this…”

He grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“But you liked the attention.”

“No, I didn’t—”

“Don’t lie to me.”

Before I can defend myself, he leans in and kisses me—deep, punishing, devouring. His hand slides down my thigh, and in one fluid motion, he's pushing the hem of my dress higher.

“Dom, someone might see—”

“Good,” he growls. “Let them.”

He forces my legs apart under the table. The dark booth hides us, but not completely. There are people dancing just a few meters away. If someone looked too long, they’d see my parted thighs, his hand disappearing between them.

“Wet ka na agad?” he murmurs against my neck. “f*****g hell, Bella. You’re dripping.”

His fingers rub against the thin lace of my panties, slow at first, then firmer. I squirm, but his free hand grabs my hip and holds me down.

“You don’t move. You don’t hide. You take it like a good girl.”

I bite my lip, trying to stay quiet—but the pressure building inside me is unbearable. His fingers slide the fabric aside and stroke directly over my clit.

“Dom…” I whisper, half a plea, half a warning.

“Quiet,” he snaps. “I want you to sit here, legs open, p***y exposed under this table, while I finger you like the little slut you’re becoming.”

He slips one finger inside—slow, then deeper—curling upward in just the right spot.

I gasp. My thighs twitch.

“You’re squeezing me so tight,” he says. “You like being touched where anyone could see you?”

He adds another finger, his thumb flicking my clit now. I can barely think.

The music swells. People laugh. A girl screams from the dance floor. And here I am, moaning into Dominic’s chest as he f***s me with his fingers under the goddamn table.

“Don’t c*m yet,” he warns.

“Please,” I whimper. “I-I can’t hold it—”

He pulls his fingers out suddenly. I choke on a breath.

“No,” he says, licking his fingers slowly. “Not until I say so.”

I look at him, eyes wide, body trembling.

“D-Dom…” I gasp, breathless and desperate, my body already trembling from the buildup. “Please…”

I’m so close I could scream. My thighs are shaking. My heart’s pounding out of my chest. And all he’s doing is staring at me with that wicked, dangerous smirk while his fingers stroke deeper inside me under the table.

“You’re going to c*m for me,” he says, voice low and gravel-thick in my ear. “Right here. Right now.”

He again insert and curls two fingers inside me, slow but deep, finding that exact spot that makes me jolt. At the same time, his thumb rubs fast, tight circles over my clit—cruel and precise.

I jerk in place, helpless, lips parting in a choked cry. “Oh my God—”

“Sshh…” he whispers. “Be quiet, baby. You don’t want them to hear you, do you?”

I shake my head, biting my lip to stifle the moan crawling up my throat. But I can’t hold still. My hips twitch, instinctively grinding into his hand, chasing the high that’s building like a wave about to crash.

“You’re dripping,” he groans, his breath hot against my neck. “So f*****g wet. Your p***y’s sucking my fingers in.”

“Dominic—” I whisper, voice cracking. “I-I’m gonna—”

“c*m,” he growls. “Now. Let go.”

His fingers thrust harder, deeper—his thumb relentless.

That’s all it takes.

My whole body seizes. My legs go rigid, toes curling in my heels, and I collapse forward into his chest as the orgasm rips through me.

White-hot.

Violent.

Unforgiving.

It starts in my core and radiates outward—pulsing, shaking, flooding every nerve with raw, euphoric heat. I feel myself clench around his fingers, again and again, my walls fluttering with each wave.

A choked moan slips out despite how hard I try to hold it in.

“Shhh,” he soothes, kissing the top of my head, but his hand doesn’t stop moving—not until the spasms slow, not until I’m slumped against him, completely undone.

I’m breathing hard. My skin is flushed. My thighs are soaked. My panties are ruined.

And Dominic?

He’s looking at me like I’m his f*****g masterpiece.

“You did so good, baby,” he murmurs, slowly slipping his fingers out and raising them to his lips. He sucks them clean—never breaking eye contact—while I sit there, boneless and dazed.

I just came in a club.

In public.

On his fingers.

And now… I don’t think I’ll ever recover.

My thighs are still trembling.

I can barely breathe. My heart’s racing so hard I feel like I might pass out—but Dominic is calm, collected, watching me like he didn’t just make me c*m in a booth with people dancing ten feet away.

He slips his hand away gently, like I’m made of glass now. Not his usual roughness—this is something else. Careful. Intimate.

He reaches under the table and smooths my skirt back down over my thighs. Then he takes a napkin from the drink tray and slowly, wordlessly, wipes his fingers clean.

I just sit there, blinking, still in a daze.

I should be embarrassed.

I should be terrified that someone might’ve seen.

But instead, all I can think about is him.

The way he looked at me—like he owned me. Like nothing else existed. Like I was the only girl in the world.

God.

What’s happening to me?

“Hey.” His voice is softer now, almost tender. He touches my chin, tilts my face toward his. “You okay?”

I nod slowly. “Yeah... I just…”

I don’t even know how to explain what I’m feeling.

That release wasn’t just physical. It cracked something open in me.

He didn’t just make me c*m.

He made me need him.

I feel the lump rising in my throat, and I hate it. I don’t want to be this girl. The girl who melts from a man’s touch. The girl who gives up control and loses herself in someone else’s world.

But right now?

That’s exactly who I am.

“I’m fine,” I whisper, brushing my hair behind my ear. “Just... overwhelmed.”

He leans closer and kisses my temple. Slowly. Softly.

The tenderness in it makes my chest ache.

“Good,” he murmurs. “You were perfect.”

I close my eyes.

And that’s when I know.

I’m in trouble.

Because I’m not just aroused anymore. I’m not just curious or exploring or playing with fire.

I’m falling.

And not slowly.

Hard.

Fast.

Straight into the arms of a man who never promised to catch me.