Chapter 5: The Game Room
**Chapter 5**
The riding crop was smooth in Lara’s grip, the leather supple but unyielding. She ran her thumb along its length, testing its weight. Dominic watched her from across the room, arms crossed, his dark eyes glinting in the low light.
"Show me how you’d use it," he said.
Her pulse quickened. She flicked her wrist experimentally, the crop cutting through the air with a sharp *swish*.
Dominic’s lips curved. "Confident. But I don’t think you know what you’re asking for."
He stepped closer, his presence like a storm rolling in. His fingers wrapped around hers, adjusting her grip. "Tighter. You’re not holding a fucking teacup."
She tightened her fingers.
"Good." His breath was warm against her ear. "Now hit me."
Lara blinked. "What?"
"You wanted to play." His voice was a low challenge. "So play."
She swallowed. Drew back her arm.
The first strike landed across his chest—light, hesitant.
Dominic didn’t flinch. "Again."
She hit harder this time, the leather snapping against his bare skin, leaving a faint pink mark.
He exhaled, slow and deliberate. "Better. But you’re still holding back."
Lara’s next strike cracked against his ribs. Harder.
Dominic’s hand shot out, catching her wrist before she could pull back. His grip was iron. "Now you’re learning."
He pushed her backward until her knees hit the edge of the bed. She fell onto the silk sheets, the riding crop still clutched in her hand.
Dominic loomed over her, unbuckling his belt. "Drop it."
The crop clattered to the floor.
He dragged her to the edge of the bed by her ankles, spreading her legs wide. His fingers traced the inside of her thigh, slow and teasing. "You like being in control, don’t you?"
Her breath hitched.
He chuckled. "Too bad."
His fingers dug into her hips as he yanked her forward, his mouth crashing onto her cunt without warning. His tongue was ruthless, licking into her with brutal efficiency. Lara gasped, her back arching off the bed, her fingers twisting in the sheets.
Dominic didn’t let up. He sucked her clit into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud just enough to make her cry out.
"Fuck—!"
He pulled back, his lips glistening. "Beg for it."
Lara’s chest heaved. "Please—"
"Louder."
"Please, fuck me—"
Dominic stood, stripping off the rest of his clothes. His cock was already hard, thick and flushed, the tip glistening. He gripped himself, stroking slowly as he watched her squirm.
"Tell me how much you want it."
"I need it," she panted. "Need you inside me—"
He gripped her hips again, flipping her onto her stomach. One hand tangled in her hair, forcing her face into the mattress as he positioned himself behind her.
The first thrust was brutal, splitting her open in one sharp motion. Lara’s fingers clawed at the sheets as he bottomed out, her cunt stretching to accommodate him.
"Tight," he growled. "Always so fucking tight."
He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a relentless pace. The bed rocked beneath them, the frame creaking with each thrust.
Lara’s moans were muffled against the sheets, her body jolting forward with every snap of his hips.
Dominic leaned over her, his chest pressed to her back, his breath hot on her neck. "Look at yourself."
She lifted her head. The mirror across the room reflected her—face flushed, lips parted, her ass reddening where his hips met hers.
"See how fucking greedy you are?" He gripped her hair tighter, forcing her to watch as he fucked her. "Taking me like a whore."
Lara’s cunt clenched around him, her orgasm building fast, too fast—
Dominic pulled out abruptly.
She whimpered, her body trembling with need.
"Not yet." He flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs over his shoulders. "I want to see you come."
He drove into her again, deeper this time, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside her with every thrust.
Lara’s nails scraped down his back as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. "I’m close—"
"Come for me."
She shattered, her body convulsing around him, her scream raw and unfiltered.
Dominic followed her over the edge, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside her with a low groan.
He collapsed onto the bed beside her, both of them breathing heavily.
After a long moment, he ran a hand down her thigh. "Next time," he murmured, "we use the crop properly."
Lara’s exhausted laugh was answer enough.