Gemma’s POV
My fingers traced over the contents while my mind spun in circles. Dominic possessed this adorably romantic side beneath his dangerous mafia exterior, but lurking deeper was sothing deliciously wicked that reminded why he commanded fear throughout Port Serenity’s underworld. His gift caught completely off guard. The whole thing amused , though his nervous energy was palpable for a man who could order executions without blinking. I decided to torture him just a little.
I lifted each item slowly, studying them with deliberate care. The large black box contained an impressive collection, each piece arranged with the sa ticulous attention Dominic brought to planning family operations. The longer I remained silent, the more his usual commanding composure cracked.
"Listen, goddess, if this crosses a line, we can forget this ever happened," Dominic stamred, words tumbling out in his rush. The sight of Port Serenity’s most feared Capo reduced to nervous rambling made my heart flutter.
"I suppose we should begin with this." I selected a small plug from the collection, holding it up between us like I was examining contraband at one of his warehouses.
"Do you actually like it?" His voice carried equal parts relief and amazent, the sa tone he used when risky family business went according to plan.
"Absolutely not!" I replied flatly, then reached for a tongue-shaped device. When I activated it, my face split into a wicked grin. "I absolutely adore it!"
"Isaac, Gemma! You nearly stopped my heart." Dominic dropped to his knees beside , exhaling hard like he had just survived another attempt on his life.
"Really, Dominic, I am a woman of the twenty-first century living in your world now. I embrace pleasure and own toys. The fact that you want to share this experience together thrills more than any protection you could offer." I pressed my lips to his. "Though this tongue device is completely new territory for ."
"Gemma, you are absolutely incredible!" Dominic captured my mouth, settling between my thighs with the sa confidence he used to claim territory.
"So where do we begin?" I asked, anticipation building like the rush I felt during our first dangerous encounter on his turf.
"First, those clothes disappear. Then I treat you to a proper massage with these oils, the way a Capo should worship his woman."
"God, that sounds perfect!" The thought of his hands, the sa ones that had spilled blood to protect , working over my skin made shiver with want.
Dominic pulled upright, carrying our treasure box to the bedside table with the efficiency of soone accustod to handling dangerous cargo.
"Are we exploring everything tonight, or should I avoid certain items?" he asked, returning to stand before with the predatory grace that made him deadly in Thorne family business.
"Everything," I assured him. "Use it all."
His smile promised an evening I would never forget, the sa smile that preceded his most ruthless family operations.
Dominic moved closer, finding the hidden clasp of my dress and drawing the fabric over my head with practiced skill. Underneath, black straps created intricate patterns across my skin, forming the suggestion of coverage while revealing everything. The lingerie had been his gift so ti ago, chosen with the sa attention to detail he brought to planning family hits.
"Damn, Gemma, now I cannot decide whether to remove these or take you while you wear them." His appreciation made laugh. "Better remove them before the oils stain this masterpiece."
His fingers worked each strap slowly, his mouth following the path of removal with soft kisses. The gentleness contrasted sharply with the violence these sa hands dealt to family enemies. He gathered my hair loosely, guiding to the bed while shedding his own clothes, revealing the tattoos that marked his rank in the Thorne organization. Climbing over , he positioned my body between his legs and reached for the silk mask.
"Tonight you experience rather than observe, goddess." He secured the blindfold before selecting another item. "This amarula oil will taste incredible on your skin."
The warm liquid dripped onto my shoulders as Dominic began his massage. The expensive oil reminded that his illegal empire afforded luxuries most could never dream of. The scent filled my senses while his skilled hands spread the oil across my body with the sa precision he used to count dirty money. Soon his mouth followed where his hands had been, kissing and tasting the oil-slicked skin. He devoted considerable attention to my breasts, alternating between gentle caresses and demanding pulls that reminded of his dual nature. Each touch sent pulses of heat straight to my core.
His massage continued downward, covering one leg completely before moving to the other, working upward this ti with thodical thoroughness.
"Amarula was made for your skin," he murmured against my stomach. "But for this beautiful center, we need strawberry oil."
The new scent mingled with the first as Dominic coated my most sensitive areas. His fingers circled and teased, bringing to the very edge before his mouth took over with the sa intensity he brought to interrogating traitors. I shattered beneath his tongue, crying his na as waves of pleasure crashed through .
"Delicious," he praised, placing one final kiss on my swollen flesh. "Now we explore new territory, goddess."
The handcuffs secured my wrists to the headboard, quality restraints that could have co from his interrogation supplies. Dominic returned his attention to my breasts, the vibrating clamps he attached sending intense sensations through my body as he continued his exploration.
The tongue-shaped device found its target, making writhe against the restraints as pleasure built again.
"Please, Dominic, I need you inside ," I begged, desperate for connection with the man who had claid my heart and soul.
"Whatever my goddess desires!"
Dominic positioned himself above , and I heard him preparing sothing from our collection. As he entered slowly, his mouth claiming mine, I felt his thickness stretching . The gel he had applied created heat and heightened sensitivity that made every nerve ending sing.
When he seated himself fully, vibrations against my most sensitive spot intensified everything. The cock ring added another layer of sensation as he began moving. I matched his rhythm, desperate for more, until my body surrendered to another powerful climax.
Dominic released the clamps, soothing my sensitized skin with gentle touches and more oil. His tender care while I remained so responsive created exquisite contrast.
"The best awaits you still, goddess," he promised, withdrawing and repositioning on my knees.
More oil ward my back as his hands worked downward. When he reached my bottom, his massage beca more focused, preparing carefully with the patience he rarely showed anyone else.
"Since this is our first ti exploring here," he whispered against my ear, applying pressure where he massaged, "this gel will maximize pleasure and minimize discomfort."
I nodded my agreent as he continued his preparation, his other hand and mouth maintaining contact with my back.
When ready, Dominic began teasing my entrance with his length while his fingers circled my center. My arousal built to desperate levels as he entered again, moving slowly but deeply. I felt him position sothing at my other entrance and moaned in anticipation.
The plug entered slowly as Dominic increased his pace. The dual sensations created tightness and pressure unlike anything I had experienced. Everything felt connected, each movent creating waves of intensity.
"You drive completely wild," Dominic groaned, his thrusts becoming urgent and demanding.
I could not hold back any longer. His thick length filled completely as he moved with increasing desperation. The plug created pressure and fullness that sent spinning toward another edge. When I reached it, my body clenched around him hungrily, drawing him deeper as I shattered completely. He followed over, pressing deep as his own release claid him.
Dominic collapsed against , our bodies remaining connected. His weight felt perfect, surrounding completely with the security only Port Serenity’s most dangerous Capo could provide. After catching his breath, he carefully removed the plug and withdrew slowly. Exhaustion and euphoria battled within .
"We have not used everything yet, goddess, but perhaps we need recovery ti," Dominic said, pulling against his chest marked with family tattoos. "Our evening has barely begun, Gemma."
I laughed at his promise, knowing the most feared man in Thorne territory always delivered. Kissing him softly, I settled against his warm, solid body, already anticipating what ca next.
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