𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒

𝟑𝟖 || 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 ☙

"Breathe from here," he added, his voice a soft directive. The simplicity of his instruction belied its significance – a call to breathe not just with the body but with intention; or maybe he was just feeling handsy. "Try again, right there."

As his hands withdrew from my body, I inhaled; absorbing the subtle shift in focus. The next strike against the punching bag resonated, the precision Dominic instilled in each movement. The bag swayed with the impact while I hit it harder than I did last time. "Keep your elbows in," he coached, gently positioning my arms.

"Again," Dominic's voice, steady and unwavering, punctuated the space. Another hit followed, the sound of my fist meeting bag the only thing to be heard in the quiet of the large basement.

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The dim light in the room highlighted the beads of sweat on his forehead as I gently pushed away his disheveled hair, my touch a soothing gesture amidst the lingering heat. "Are you going to take a shower before you leave?" I inquired.

His nod was a tacit agreement, and a hint of a smile played on his lips. "I'll join you," I declared, the words carrying a quiet confidence, as if the decision had been made long before the question arose.

"Lena will be here any minute," he cautioned, as if that was going to make me re-evaluate. Dominic had invited her over to teach me better self defence with weapons, which apparently meant using fucking knives. He claimed that those were her specialty, not his.

"We can be quick," I stated simply, and by the time we had made it upstairs and pealed all of our clothes off, we had probably lost a good five minutes worth of time together.

The hot water cascaded down, a gentle rain that embraced my skin in a soothing embrace. The steam wove through the air, creating a hazy curtain in the space of the shower. Dominic's hands, firm and confident, moved across my body with an instinctive rhythm.

As he kissed me passionately, the taste of water lingered on his lips, a sensual blend of lust and desire. Each kiss was a merging of sensations — the heat from the shower, the wetness that clung to our skin, and the fervor that simmered between us.

My hands trailed from his neck, down to his tattooed chest, then to his hard abdomen. "I just thought you should know," I whispered against his neck, "that I do think you have a nice lower body too."

During our time together, it was always Dominic pleasuring me, and I had never gotten to fully touch him, nor return his tremendous favour. Now, I roamed every inch of dripping wet skin on his body before tracing a finger to his groin, and I felt him stiffen subtly as soon as I did so. I circled his full dick with two fingers, teasing him as I pulled and tugged on his rock hard tip.

The sound of water hitting the tiles of the shower wasn't the only thing to be heard, barely overpowering Dominic's grunts and groans— and though they were satisfying and validating sounds, they weren't what I wanted. I wanted moans and whimpers from him.

Eventually, I sunk down to my knees, and finally wrapped my hands around the base of his length, stacking my fists, one on top of the other. He was hard and heavy, pulsing against my tensely wrapped fingers. Even with my hands brimming around his dick, there was still a good several inches left below.

My eyes locked with his for a fleeting second, a low groan emerging from his mouth as I tightened my grasp surrounding him. Slowly and hesitantly, I took him into my mouth; his bulging size heating against my tongue. He was absolutely massive— which was a well known fact before— but having him in my mouth felt like he had grown an extra couple of inches.

I pushed him in as far as I possibly could, his cock already hitting the back of my throat within mere seconds, and I swore there was still more of him that I just couldn't take. "Just like that, baby," he grumbled, his voice deep and hidden with pleasure. I begun to swirl my tongue around his tip, making slow circles until I got another reaction out of him.

"Fuck," he cursed aloud, his head falling backwards, eyes slamming shut. He tangled his rough hands into the back of my wet hair, gripping into the strands and pulling me closer. I choked at the adjusting length of what I had taken, my eyes filling with tears, and my mouth with gags.

I was gasping for air at this point, and despite my inability to breathe properly, I held him in place. My hands remained firm on his length, continuing a pattern of tight movements. Carefully, I grazed my teeth over his skin, apparently setting him off. "Violet," he moaned, his adam's apple bobbing as he looked down to me.

As our eyes locked, I nodded my head slowly, and he finished in my mouth; the sweet taste of him coating the edges of my throat. As his orgasm managed to fill my every tastebuds, I swallowed with one hard gulp and slid him from out of my mouth, feeling the warmth of him going down my throat.

A heat between my legs bloomed as I stood up from the tiles, but I knew I couldn't stay. Dominic had an important function to attend to with Alec, and I couldn't make him miss that.

I stood on my tiptoes, pulling him by his neck to connect our lips. My body was flush against his, feeling his every heartbeat against mine. Simultaneously, my hand reached for a bottle of soap, breaking the kiss to hand it to him. "If I stay any longer, you'll be late," the words carried a weight of practicality as I reached for the handle of the shower door.

"You're such a fucking tease."

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"Thank you for keeping me waiting," Lena greeted us by the front entrance, sarcasm painted into her words, glaring at both Dominic and I as her eyes dissected the scene—the both of us with flushed complexions, swollen lips, and damp hair all conspiring to reveal more than words could conceal.

I imagine it wouldn't take much thinking to put two and two together.

Dominic, ever composed, brushed off Lena's remark with casual nonchalance. "Ten minutes, you're fine," he asserted, his fingers moving with practiced ease as he buttoned his shirt.

"I'll be back in time to help you make dinner," he assured in his usual tone, a thread of playfulness weaving through his words. As he leaned in close, his lips almost grazing my ear, he whispered a sentence that sent wildfire up my body– a promise meant for my ears alone. "Then maybe help you with something else."

I pushed his shoulder jokingly. "Go," I urged, my voice carrying a light laugh.

"Have fun, Red," he said with a hint of affection in his farewell, the palm of his hand slowly running up the small of my back before he headed towards the door.

Lena's gaze, infused with a hint of mischief, met mine, and a sly smile played on her lips. Caught off guard by her expression, I couldn't help but inquire, "What?"

Her response, accompanied by a shrug, did little to dispel the question. "Nothing," she replied, before gesturing the basement door. "Shall we?"

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A/N.
the story will prob start picking up
it's pace now since i started WAY too
slow at the beginning...

also ik this was short but
it was necessary either way.
the next chap will be better!

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