His Sexual Demands [18+]

Twenty| Caught

Third Person POV
(Sexual content warning)

Cℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 Twenty
Caught!

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JUMPING UP IN SURPRISE, VALENTINA PACED TO COVER BOTH HERS AND DOMINIC'S BODY WITH the silk duvet. Glancing to the doorway, Lucia stood their a shocked expression evident on her face. Her mouth repeatedly opening and closing as if she was lost for words.

"Valentina! You just couldn't hold yourself together—you had to stoop low enough to sleep with your father's most trust worthy friend." Lucia accused her daughter, shaking her head disappointedly.

Upon hearing this, Dominic perked up, rubbing Valentina's thigh under the covers to comfort her. "Do not blame your daughter, ma'am, especially when you know nothing about what's between us."

"Well, Mr Castor, I do know my daughter tends to sleep with older men," she retorted back.

"Mother, please stop talking as if I'm not here." Valentina sighed, attempting to ignore the small pain in her heart at her mother's judgmental words.

Hearing the pain in Valentina's voice, Dominic glared at the blonde woman. "Thank you for confirming you know who your daughter is. Now, it would be appreciated if you'll exit the room so me and my κυρία here can continue what we started."

Frustratedly, Lucia rolled her eyes leaving the room slamming the door behind her. Dominic wasted not even half a second to turn to Valentina; reaching up, he stroked her face affectionately.

"Ignore her," he stated. Leaning forwards, he placed a light, meaningful kiss to her lips.

Nodding her head, Valentina smiled, moving over to straddle him, rubbing herself against his dick. "Want to finish?"

"Of course."

Seven minutes later, the birthday girl was giggling as Dominic tickled her while apply the shower wash to her body. They were currently showering together, Valentina massaging the shampoo into his scalp.

"Hm darling, I love the feeling of your fingers tugging on my hair," he whispered, closing his eyes as she placed kisses down his back.

"I love the feeling of your tongue on my pussy," she retorted. Dominic chuckled knowing she tugs his hair a lot when he does that.

"I want to try something new soon," he mumbled.

Valentina hummed, "what's that then?"

"Only if your comfortable. I would never pressure you."

"What is it?"

Dominic gripped her shoulders, massaging lightly, "anal sex."

Valentina gasped lightly, "oh wow, I wasn't expecting that," she laughed.

"It was a suggestion, if you don't feel comfortable with exploring that we won't—"

"No no, I want to try it. I like exploring stuff with you."

Dominic smiled down at her, brushing his thumb over her cheek and placing a light kiss on her lips, "we will do it properly. Get the right stuff for it, if we're gonna do it, we'll do it right. The way it hurts you least."

Washing out the hair products, and showering off the body wash, the pair finally left the shower knowing that Nicholas would get suspicious sooner or later. Dominic sat back on the sofa in Valentina's bedroom, the towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

His sculpted body was on full display, the tattoos that scattered across his chest and a small sleeve from his shoulder down to his elbow on his right arm. A few small tattoos were on his fingers, that were covered in rings. His wet hair had water dripping from the tips, onto his abs, before trailing down to his crotch.

"Sweetheart, stop staring and come sit," Dominic ordered her, laughing lightly under his breath.

Embarrassed, Valentina flushed red slightly, holding the towel to her before sitting besides him, confused when he frowned at her.

"In your seat," he told her. Noticing her bewildered expression, he gripped her waist, lifting her up, "On my lap. That's your only seat," Dominic told her as he sat her on top of him. "Spread your legs for me."

Valentina didn't think twice before opening her legs wide, the towel slipping revealing the cool air to between her legs. She felt Dominic's arm wrap around her waist, moving down towards her heat before his thumb slowly began to run circles on her clitoris.

"Relax, baby."

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Holding hands as the pair went to join the young model's parents downstairs. Her father not being insight, they instead went over to her mother, who was applying her night-time Chanel face cream.

"Where's daddy?" Valentina questioned her mother, snuggling into Dominic's side as they sat on the sofa together, his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

"Luckily for you two, he's went to the offices," Lucia replied, wrapping her robe around her before sitting opposite them. Point between them, she frowned, "Whatever this is cannot continue."

"You don't make the decision," Valentina replied back quickly. She loved her mother, and never would she ever want to argue with her, but she knew she was old enough to choose who she wants to date and give herself up to.

"I'm your mother. I'll always have an input in your decisions—besides, your father would not agree with this one bit," Lucia told them. Turning to face Dominic fully, "And you, you're supposed to be Nicholas' most trusted business partner, and none the less best-friend. Yet, here you are, sleeping with his nineteen year old daughter."

The latter chuckled dryly, shaking his head at the woman's words. "You're correct where I've betrayed his morals, and the one rule of staying away from Valentina. Also, to get one thing straight: I can hear the accusations in your head, I'm not sleeping with your daughter just for her body," he pushed, turning to Valentina who was smiling at him with loving eyes. "Nothing, and I mean nothing, you say, or threaten to do, will separate us or affect the feelings we share." Dominic concluded.

Getting up, defeated, Lucia strolled to the bottom of the stairs, shifting on her feet to glance back at the unofficial couple. "You'll regret this," she said, strictly to her daughter.

Valentina gulped, overthinking what her mother had meant. Her thoughts were quickly wiped away when Dominic placed a hand on her cheek, making her look at him, allowing him to capture her into a kiss.

This was all she ever wanted.

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