Submitting to my Ex Uncle-Chapter 189

Music Recommendation: Only Want You by Rita Ora, 6LACK

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"Oh...God—" she cried, but the sound turned into a moan as her hips rolled helplessly.

Dominic held her steady, one arm iron around her waist, and the other guiding the toy with surgical precision. His voice curled hot at her ear. "That’s it. Feel it. Take it. Don’t fight what your body’s already begging for."

Her toes curled inside her heels, her thighs tightened, and her entire body clenched around the promise of release.

"Yes! please, I—" Her voice broke into a desperate whimper.

The toy left her again.

Celeste sobbed, the sound breaking out before she could stop it. "Dominic!" Her head fell over, like a finished woman.

He laughed, dark and satisfied. "You’re beautiful."

She thrashed weakly in his arms, but the leather bound her wrists, the blindfold kept her lost, and he had her entirely at his mercy.

The sound of something metallic clicked nearby. A moment later, coolness brushed her nipple, then a sharp pinch. Celeste gasped, the sting of pressure making her back arch.

"Whaohh..."

"Clamps," Dominic murmured, his tone velvet and steel. "You’ll wear them for me."

Her breath came in short, stuttering bursts as the weight settled. The ache was instant, the throbbing demand was impossible to ignore. When he attached the second, her moan cracked into the air, high and helpless.

Her breasts felt heavy, trapped between pain and pleasure. Her nipples strained against the cruel grip of the clamps.

"You should see yourself," Dominic whispered. His fingers brushed the chain linking them, tugging them lightly. The pull shot straight through her, making her cry out. "So perfect when you try not to beg."

She shook her head, her lip caught between her teeth, but her body betrayed her, arching forward into his touch.

Dominic’s chuckle was low, and approving. He kissed the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, and then the racing pulse at her throat. "You like it."

"I—" she gasped, her voice breaking, "I don’t—"

"Yes, you do." His voice held a smiling edge. "Your body never lies."

Before she could answer, something cool pressed at the curve of her ass. It was smooth, rounded, and alien. She stiffened, her muscles clenching.

"Relax," he ordered softly.

"Dominic—"

"Shh." He rubbed the small plug against her, circling, pressing, and coaxing. "You’re going to take it for me."

Her breath shuddered, and her body trembled as his fingers worked her open. The stretch was sharp, intimate, and invasive.

She moaned, a helpless sound that tore from her throat as the plug slipped inside, filling her, and locking her deeper into submission.

Her knees buckled, but his hand on her waist kept her upright.

"Good girl," he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. "So obedient."

Celeste gasped, the sensation was overwhelming. The clamps tugged at her breasts, with the plug stretching her, and her clit still throbbing from the denial of a release. She was trapped, and suspended in a world of sensation he controlled completely.

The vibrator hummed alive again, pressing directly against her clit this time. She screamed, the sound muffled against his shoulder as her body convulsed.

Her orgasm built with brutal speed, tearing through her, unavoidable and savage. She begged, her words tumbling, and incoherent as they left her lips. "Please... please, let me— God—Dominic, I need—"

He pulled the toy away.

The sound she made was pure despair, raw and broken. Tears stung behind the blindfold, her body trembling with frustration.

Dominic kissed her temple, his breath came out soft, and taunting. "Not yet, cara mia. Not until I say."

Her chest heaved, and her body became a furnace of need. She was undone, and he knew it.

The clamps pulled again as he toyed with the chain, the weight swinging with each movement. The plug kept her stretched, pulsing with every small shift of her hips. She was wrecked, her body was no longer hers.

"Say it," he whispered.

"Say what?" she gasped, her voice desperate.

"That you’re mine." His teeth grazed her ear. "Say it, and maybe I’ll let you come."

Her lips trembled. The silence stretched, broken only by her ragged breaths. Finally, she whispered, broken and raw, "I’m yours."

Dominic smiled against her skin. "Again."

"I’m yours," she said louder, tears of frustration slipping under the blindfold. "I’m.... Dominic—I’m yours."

The vibrator returned, merciless now. Against her clit, harder, faster, and unrelenting.

She screamed, her entire body bowing forward. Her orgasm ripped through her, violent, uncontained, and shaking her to her very bones. She sobbed, trembling badly. The sound was raw and ecstatic, as her body convulsed in his arms.

Dominic held her steady, with his mouth against her throat, whispering words she barely heard. When she slumped, weak and gasping, he eased the toy away, unclipped the clamps one by one, and kissed her forehead. His touch was suddenly soothing, and reverent.

She whimpered at the flood of sensation as blood rushed back to her nipples, the ache was sharp, and delicious.

Dominic kissed her softly, lingering at her lips. "Bravo, sweetheart," he whispered, his tone now soft. "You did so well for me."

Celeste sagged against him, trembling, her wrists still bound. The blindfold kept her in darkness, but she didn’t need sight to feel how completely he owned her.

Dominic stroked her hair, his hand gentle now, though the predator still lingered in his eyes. "But we’re not finished."

Her breath caught again.

The room was darker now, shadows curling across the walls as if the dim light itself conspired with Dominic.

He moved with the kind of authority that left no room for hesitation, as though every motion had been rehearsed in his mind long before her body was under his command.

He freed her wrist, and gently made her lay on the bed. Celeste leaned back against the cool sheets, her breath unsteady, and her lips parted with both nerves and desire.

Dominic took the blindfold off her eyes, and reached for the case by the nightstand, the black leather box that had teased her since she first saw it. He placed it on the bed, the weight of it making her pulse leap. His eyes flicked up to her face, catching every flicker of curiosity and fear in her gaze.

"You trust me?" he asked, his voice low, steady.

Celeste nodded, though her throat felt dry. "Yes."

"Say it."

"I trust you."