A/N: I don't know why this chapter took me so long to edit. Sorry about that. Anyway, hope you enjoy.
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"Open up," Dom's voice demanded, sending a chill down my spine with its eerily monotone edge.
Shit.
I huffed a defiant, "Go away," shoving my dick back into my pants to hide the evidence.
But then, Dom's hands clamped over the stall, his towering presence looming as he peered over, his piercing eyes fixated on my lap. Oh fuck his crazy height. Dom was a freak.
"Open," he repeated, his gaze unyielding.
"You're crazy," I said, looking up at him from the toilet. The safety of the stall felt like a flimsy shield against his determination.
"You're being very naughty tonight," he chided. "Do you enjoy provoking me?"
My heart raced, anxiety knotting in my gut. Sure, I was safe for now. But who knew when he would find the chance to punish me for hiding from him.
"I don't want to make you mad," I said, feeling uneasy. Maybe if I acted sweet he would go easy on me.
"Then open the door," he said, his voice dangerously even. "Now."
Swallowing my fear, I knew stalling was futile. It was better to face him now that his possessive anger had faded. Reluctantly, I leaned forward and unlocked the door. Dom was quick to slip in, the click of the lock behind him sealing my fate.
"Stand up," he commanded, his face a mask of stone that sent a tremor through me. I shook my head, my fear growing.
At my refusal, Dominic seized my shirt and hauled me to my feet. His gaze bore into me, a silent storm brewing in his eyes as I averted my gaze, dreading his next move. But then, he unexpectedly sank to his knees in front of me, leaving me speechless, my pulse hammering in my ears.
His hands moved to my belt, and panic surged within me. Frantically, my hands covered his, trying to stop him.
"Dom!" His name escaped me in a panicked whisper. The risk of someone walking in at any moment was too high.
"Do you want help or not?" he questioned, a challenge in his tone.
"No! Of course not!" I protested, my voice a mix of fear and desire, my eyes darting to the obvious tension against my pants. Dominic gently palmed me over the fabric, his touch exploring, a small smile forming on his lips. He reveled in my unresolved arousal.
"You're aching for it," he smirked, a hint of victory in his voice.
I wanted to deny it, but his hand, even over the fabric of my pants, ignited a fire within me. I stayed silent, caught in the conflict of my own desire. Dom appeared amused by my reaction. He leaned forward then, his lips brushing against the fabric, sending a jolt of longing straight to my throbbing dick.
Oh, fuck me.
"Fine," I conceded, my breath coming in rapidly. Thankfully his anger seemed to have dissolved, at least for now.
"That's my pretty boy," he chimed, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth at his words.
With a quick motion, he yanked my pants down, and my strained erection was now the center of attention, a symbol of my nervous excitement.
"Stunning," he murmured, and his lips were on it in an instant, leaving a trail of soft kisses along its length.
I closed my eyes, a mix of embarrassment and relief flooding through me. My hand could never compare to his mouth, which I had become far too shamefully aware of as of late. His gentle teasing kisses were driving me to the brink of madness, and I peeked down, catching a glimpse of mischief in his eyes. He was reveling in my sweet torture. Fucker.
"Do you like that?" His voice vibrated against me, causing my dick to pulse with anticipation.
He just needed to shut up and take me into his mouth already. I reached down, about to grab my dick, intending to slide it into his mouth, but he was quicker, his hands capturing my wrists with ease. He held them firmly at my sides, restricting my movements.
"Dom," I glared down at him, but he only responded with that infuriating smirk, not halting his playful torment for a second.
"Who?" he challenged, the twinkle in his eye telling me he was enjoying this far too much.
I felt humiliated, knowing what he wanted. He was trying to bring the 'daddy' thing back. I fucking hated this man. I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction, though, staring down at him defiantly.
But then he took my balls into his mouth and my breath hitched at the unusual sensation. It was something I had never experienced and made me desperately wish to grab my own dick and jerk off to the blissful sensation. I attempted to free my hands from his hold but he only tightened his grip, causing me to wince slightly. Dominic continued to suck on them, taking pleasure in my misery as a droplet of pre cum collected at the tip of my dick. He pulled back, noticing it.
"Who am I?" He asked, gliding his tongue slowly over my slit for a taste.
I closed my eyes, deeply frustrated. This man was insufferable.
"Daddy," I finally breathed out, the word immediately striking a fire in Dom's eyes.
"Yes, my sweetheart?" He asked, his lips gliding over me teasingly, his hands still forcefully holding mine at my sides. His tone was soft yet held an undercurrent of control.
I didn't want to say it but I knew he would just keep teasing me if I didn't.
"Please," I uttered, the plea tinged with both embarrassment and yearning. I desperately wanted to hide my face in humiliation but his grip on my wrists forced me to endure his amused gaze.
"Oh, such good manners," he praised, sitting up slightly, moving even further away from my needy dick. It took everything in me not to whimper at the loss of his teasing lips. "What would you like Daddy to do for you?"
A bead of sweat trickled down my temple as I watched Dom, the anticipation knotting my stomach. I knew I shouldn't give into his games, but it was impossible to resist him.
"Please suck me..." I finally uttered, wanting to die of embarrassment, hating him for making me say such humiliating words. But he just smiled up at me, waiting for his title. With an annoyed sigh, I added, "Daddy."
And then he finally took me into his mouth. The moment Dom's lips finally closed around my dick, relief crashed through me like a tidal wave. The humiliation was so worth it, his mouth moving on me with skillful experience. I could feel every fiber of my being light up as Dom worked his magic, my grip on reality slipping. It was clear he knew exactly what he was doing. Compared to Dominic, I was terrible at blowjobs, and choked on his dick almost every time I tried.
But Dom took me effortlessly, and deeply, his expertise evident. I really doubted that I was the first dick that he had ever sucked. He was way too good at it. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, the pleasure intensifying with each passing moment. Dom finally released his hold on my wrists in order to grab my hips, urging me to fuck his face. I instinctively tangled my fingers in his hair, unable to resist the ecstasy of his mouth as I throat-fucked him.
"Fuck," I sighed, my eyes fluttering closed as I surrendered to the blissful sensations. It was no wonder Dominic was always trying to get me to suck his dick. Oral just felt too good.
Driven by my desire, I tugged at his head, urging him to take me deeper, and he willingly obliged, even seemed enthused, his hands tightening around me in appreciation. As my climax approached, I abandoned any attempts to stifle my pleasure, giving in to the overwhelming waves of ecstasy that consumed me. The sounds of my moans filled the air, echoing off the walls, fueling Dominic's passion.
But then, the sound of the bathroom door opening made us both freeze, my dick still in his mouth. We both listened as footsteps approached, heading to the urinals across the stall we were in. My heart pounded in my ears, and I placed a hand on Dom's shoulder, urging him to release my dick.
But when I glanced down at him, his eyes held a mischievous glint as he began moving slowly over my dick. My hand quickly went to cover my mouth as a gasp threatened to escape. He took me in slowly, teasingly. I stared down at him, a mix of alarm and arousal coursing through me. With the hand that wasn't covering my mouth, I pushed at him, desperately trying to stop his movements. But he continued, even picking up the pace slightly.
The only sound was the random man at the urinal, seemingly engrossed in his phone while he took a piss. Dominic was careful with his movements, deliberate and silent. I bit my lip, trying to remain silent as I used both my hands to grip his hair, trying to keep our struggle quiet. But it was torture, the pleasure building up inside me as I struggled to contain it. Dom ignored my feeble resistance, his determination unwavering as he continued to pleasure me with agonizing slowness.
Soon, the man flushed and made his way to the sink. As he washed his hands, the pleasure became unbearable, and my body craved release right then and there, concealed by the sound of running water. But the man only seemed to rinse his hands, quickly moving on to the hand dryer. The loud sound of the hand dryer gave Dominic the confidence to increase his momentum, desperate to make me finish. A moan slipped out, thankfully drowned out by the hand dryer. Just as the machine turned off, the sound of the bathroom door closed, signaling the man's exit, and I finally reached my climax with a loud cry, the sound echoing around the small bathroom, surrounding us in my unfiltered ecstasy.
My body trembled as waves of pleasure washed over me. Dominic continued to please me with his mouth, eagerly swallowing every drop of my release. Sensitivity surged through me, and I quickly shoved him away, my body needing a moment to recover. Dom chuckled, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he stood up, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. I cringed, grossed out that he hadn't spit it out.
His hands then firmly grasped my head, pulling my face close to his. "Open your mouth," he demanded, and I frowned, attempting to shake my head in refusal. His grip tightened, and he growled, "Don't make me say it again."
My eyes squeezed shut, and reluctantly, I complied, opening my mouth, desperately hoping he wouldn't spit in it. That was something I knew with certainty I'd hate.
But instead of spitting, his lips found mine, kissing me deeply as if rewarding me. His mouth was warm and pleasurable to kiss, sending flutters through my stomach. He pulled back slightly, admiring the desire on my face, satisfied that I had even kissed him back. I stared at him, bewildered, while his hand still held my face firmly. His tongue then darted out to lick my bottom lip, and I tried to pull away, but he didn't let me, returning his mouth to mine once more. The arousal surged back, settling in my stomach and then lower, my recently spent dick aching with desire. Fuck.
"You taste delicious," he breathed heavily, finally breaking the kiss. "I would kiss you all night if I could."
I lowered my gaze, feeling embarrassed by his words. "We should find Lily," I mumbled.
"I know," he replied, sounding disappointed. "Let's go."
Dominic then showered my mouth with a flurry of quick, eager kisses, getting his fill in while he still could. Then, just as quickly as he'd come, he stepped back, leaving me alone in the stall with the ghost of his touch still burning on my lips.
Oh, I was deeply fucked.
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A/N: What do we think about this chapter? I kinda had a headache while editing it so if you notice mistakes, please let me know. Thank you for reading!