The Plan

Chapter 7: Deep Enough

Dominik eyed Rhea as she stared at him with a twisted smirk from her spot on the bed.

He did a quick glance around the room before landing on her suitcase on the floor.

"Take your clothes off." He said simply before making his way over to the suitcase.

Rhea frowned slightly. Dominik always undressed her when they were intimate with each other, it was like a part of their dance. She didn't want to do it herself.

Dominik crouched down to open the suitcase, digging around until he found what he was looking for. Rhea watched him intently, still fully clothed. He wasn't surprised to find her this way when he returned back in front of her, in fact he was anticipating that she probably wouldn't listen.

It was fine. She would learn her lesson soon enough.

A chuckle escaped from her mouth, noticing her belt in his hand.

"If you think you're about to spank me, you've completely lost your mind."

"Lay back," He instructed, ignoring her comment and gesturing towards the top of the bed.

His sudden assertiveness and lack of emotion confused her, was he not just yelling at her a few minutes ago? Rhea stared at him with inquiring eyes before obeying and making herself comfortable.

Dominik crawled onto the bed and straddled her, pinning her in place with his knees pressed on either side of her. He gathered her hands and pinned them above her head and began wrapping the belt around her wrists.

Rhea's eyes widened. "Dom—"

"Shhhhh"

"But—"

Dominik gave a hard yank to the belt to tighten it, making her wince. Rhea accepted her defeat causing Dominik to chuckle at the small pout on her face.

"I thought I told you to take this shit off." He pressed once he finished securing the belt around her wrists.

"Oh really? I must have missed that." Rhea retorted sarcastically with an eyeroll that just made him shake his head with a relaxed smirk.

She was trying to get a rise out of him but it just simply wasn't working. Damn his level headedness.

He trailed his hand down the front of her cut up top. She was wearing one of Damian's merch shirts. Rhea noticed the flicker of anger in his eyes as he grabbed the material in his hands and quickly ripped it down the middle. Dominik tossed the torn fabric to the floor as he took in her features.

Dominik started at her face, rubbing an affectionate thumb against her cheek as he stared at her. He ran a finger across her bottom lip, Rhea's mouth opening slightly in anticipation.

He quickly pushed the finger into her mouth along with his middle finger, shoving them down her throat until she gagged around the digits.

"Dom," She whined when he removed them.

"Relájate," He warned, wrapping a hand around her throat. Dominik used his wet fingers to toy with her pierced nipples.

He took one, twirling in between his fingers repeatedly before tugging on it causing Rhea to begin to let out shaky whimpers. He kept his eyes fixated on her, watching her face contort.

It was overwhelming. The heaviness of his stare made Rhea feel small, eyes averting away from him as he continued to pinch and pull at her nipples. She felt his grip on her throat tighten to get her eyes back on him.

"Mírame hermosa. What's wrong?"

"...st-stop staring at me like that," Rhea muttered softly in between moans.