Wednesday morning started like any other day. Except I woke up with Dominic's teeth marks on my inner thigh and bruises on my hips shaped like his fingers.
Evidence.
I traced them in the bathroom mirror, remembering how he'd held me down last night while he ate me out for the third time. How I'd begged him to stop because it was too much. How he'd looked up at me with that wicked grin and said "one more, baby, give me one more" before making me come so hard I cried.
My phone buzzed on the counter.
Dominic: Thinking about those marks I left on you. Are they still there?
Me: Yes
Dominic: Good. Want you to feel me every time you move today. Want you remembering whose pussy that is.
Me: You're obsessed
Dominic: With you? Absolutely. With that tight little cunt? Even more. With the way you scream my name when I make you squirt all over my face? Completely fucking obsessed.
My face burned. Last night had been intense. He'd done things to my body I didn't even know were possible. Made me come in ways I didn't know I could. By the time he was done with me, my sheets were soaked and I couldn't remember my own name.
Me: I have to go to work
Dominic: So do I. Doesn't stop me from being hard as fuck thinking about you.
Me: Dominic...
Dominic: Tell me what you're wearing right now.
I looked down at myself. Nothing. I was standing in my bathroom completely naked, still damp from the shower.
Me: Nothing
Dominic: Jesus Christ. Send me a picture.
Me: No!
Dominic: Please baby. Need to see you. Need something to get me through this fucking day.
I shouldn't have. We were already being reckless enough. But something about the way he said please, the desperation in his text, made me weak.
I angled my phone, took a picture of myself in the mirror. Naked. Wet. His marks visible on my thighs.
Sent it before I could think better of it.
My phone rang immediately.
"You're trying to kill me," he groaned the second I answered. "I'm supposed to go into a partners meeting in ten minutes and now all I can think about is burying my face between those thighs again."
"That's your problem, not mine."
"Oh it's definitely going to be your problem. Tonight. When I come over and punish you for being such a fucking tease."
"I'm not a tease. You asked for a picture."
"And you gave me one that's going to have me jerking off in my office bathroom like a teenager." He paused. "Worth it though. Fuck, you're beautiful. Those marks look so good on you."
"They're going to fade."
"Then I'll just have to make new ones." His voice dropped lower. "Maybe on your ass this time. Or your tits. Or your neck where everyone can see them."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Try me." I heard voices in the background. "Shit, I have to go. But Scarlett?"
"Yeah?"
"Wear a skirt today. No panties. I might stop by your office later."
He hung up before I could argue.
The bastard.
I got dressed for work, deliberately putting on pants instead of a skirt just to spite him. Then changed into a skirt at the last minute because apparently I had no self-control when it came to Dominic Russo.
Work was hell. I couldn't focus on anything. Every time I shifted in my chair, I felt the ache between my legs. The soreness from how hard he'd fucked me. The tender spots where his fingers had dug in.
My coworker Rebecca kept giving me weird looks.
"You okay, Scarlett? You seem distracted."
"Just tired."
"Uh huh. Tired from what? Or should I say who?" She grinned. "Come on, spill. You've been glowing all week. Clearly someone's putting in work."
If only she knew.
My phone buzzed.
Dominic: What color are your panties?
Me: I'm not wearing any
Dominic: Good girl. Now go to the bathroom and send me a picture of that wet pussy.
Me: I'm at WORK
Dominic: I know. Do it anyway.
Me: No
Dominic: Then I guess I'll just have to come there and check for myself. See if you're being a good girl like I asked. Maybe bend you over your desk and fuck you in front of all your coworkers.
The image made my pussy clench. He wouldn't. He couldn't. We were supposed to be keeping this secret.
But the thought of it, the danger, the recklessness, made me so wet I could feel it.
Me: You're insane
Dominic: About you. Always about you. Now bathroom. Picture. Don't make me ask again.
I looked around. Rebecca had gone to lunch. The gallery was quiet. My boss was in a meeting.
Fuck it.
I locked my office door and slipped into the small private bathroom attached to it. Hiked up my skirt. Spread my legs.
I was already glistening.
I took the picture and sent it before I could chicken out.
Dominic: FUCK. Look how wet you are. All that for me?
Me: You know it is
Dominic: I'm coming over
Me: You're WHAT?
Dominic: I can be there in twenty minutes. Lock your office door. I need to taste you.
Me: Dominic, this is insane. Someone will see you.
Dominic: Don't care. Need my mouth on that pussy right fucking now.
Twenty-three minutes later, there was a knock on my office door.
I unlocked it with shaking hands. Dominic slipped inside, already loosening his tie, his eyes dark with hunger.
"Are you crazy?" I hissed. "What if someone saw you?"
"They saw a lawyer visiting a gallery about a potential art acquisition." He locked the door behind him. "Now get on that desk and spread your legs. I've been thinking about eating your pussy all morning and I'm done waiting."
"Dominic, we can't..."
He crossed the room in two strides and kissed me. Hard. Deep. Stealing my breath and my protests.
"We can and we will." He lifted me onto my desk, pushing papers aside. "Now be a good girl and show me that pretty cunt."
He pushed my skirt up and groaned when he saw I really wasn't wearing panties.
"Fucking hell, look at you. Already dripping for me." He dropped to his knees, threw my legs over his shoulders, and buried his face between my thighs.
I had to bite my fist to keep from screaming.
His tongue was everywhere. Licking through my folds, circling my clit, dipping inside me. He ate me like he was starving, like he'd been obsessing about this all morning.
"Taste so fucking good," he groaned against me. "Could live between these thighs."
"Dominic, someone might hear..."
"Then you better stay quiet." He sucked my clit into his mouth and I nearly came off the desk. "Or don't. Let everyone hear how good I make you feel."
His fingers joined his tongue, two sliding inside me, curling to hit that spot that made me see stars. The combination was overwhelming.
"I'm close," I whispered.
"I know. Can feel your pussy getting tighter. Squeezing my fingers." He pumped them faster. "Come for me, baby. Come all over my face. Mark me with your cum so I can go back to work tasting you."
That image pushed me over. I came hard, my thighs clamping around his head, my hand over my mouth to muffle my scream.
He didn't stop. Kept licking, kept sucking, kept fingering me until I was pushing at his head, too sensitive, overwhelmed.
When he finally pulled back, his face was shiny with my wetness. He licked his lips and smirked.
"Delicious. Even better than I remembered."
"You're insane."
"You love it." He stood up, adjusted himself. His cock was visibly hard in his pants. "See what you do to me? I'm going to have to go back to the office like this."
"That's your own fault."
"Worth it." He kissed me and I tasted myself on his tongue. "Now, about Friday..."
Right. The dinner. The setup. The beginning of our elaborate lie.
"Mara called me this morning," I said. "She's so excited. Keeps saying how perfect we'd be together."
"We are perfect together."
"You know what I mean." I slid off my desk on shaky legs. "This is going to be so hard. Sitting across from you pretending we're strangers. Pretending I don't know exactly what your cock feels like inside me."
"It's going to be torture." His hand slid up my thigh. "But after, I'm taking you home and fucking you all night to make up for it."
"We have to be careful. Can't slip up. Can't give them any reason to suspect."
"We won't." He pulled me close. "We'll stick to the story. Met at the wedding. Couldn't stop thinking about each other. I asked James about you. Mara played matchmaker. Simple."
"Nothing about this is simple."
"I know." He kissed my forehead. "But we can do this. Together."
There was a knock on my door.
We both froze.
"Scarlett? You in there?" Rebecca's voice.
"Just a second!" I called out, my heart racing. I looked at Dominic in panic.
He was completely calm. Straightened his tie. Fixed his hair. Became the professional lawyer version of himself in seconds.
"Follow my lead," he whispered.
I unlocked the door.
Rebecca's eyes went wide when she saw Dominic. "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't realize you had a client."
"Not a client," Dominic said smoothly, extending his hand. "Dominic Russo. I was just inquiring about some pieces for my office."
"Rebecca Martinez. I'm the assistant curator here." She shook his hand, then looked at me with barely concealed excitement. "Scarlett's great at helping with corporate collections."
"I can see that." His eyes met mine and I saw the heat in them, carefully hidden behind professional courtesy. "She's been very... accommodating."
Rebecca had no idea the double meaning in that word.
"Well, I'll let you two finish up. Scarlett, lunch when you're done?"
"Sure."
She left and I exhaled in relief.
"That was too close," I said.
"But we handled it." He headed for the door. "See? We can do this."
"Dominic, wait."
He turned back.
"You're still... you know." I gestured at his crotch where his erection was still visible.
He looked down and shrugged. "Guess I'll have to think unsexy thoughts on the way back to my office."
"I'm serious. Someone will notice."
"Let them." He kissed me hard. "Worth it for the taste of you still on my tongue."
After he left, I collapsed in my chair, my whole body still trembling. This was getting out of control. We were getting reckless. Dangerous.
And I couldn't bring myself to care.
That night, true to his word, Dominic showed up at my apartment with Thai food and a hunger in his eyes that had nothing to do with dinner.
We barely made it through the meal before he had me bent over my kitchen counter, my dress pushed up, his cock driving into me from behind.
"Thought about this all day," he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. "About being inside you. About making you mine again."
"I'm already yours," I gasped.
"Say it again."
"I'm yours, Dominic. All yours."
He fucked me harder, each thrust punishing, claiming, owning. When I came, it was with his name on my lips and tears streaming down my face from the intensity of it.
Later, in my bed, tangled in my sheets, he traced the new bruises he'd left on my hips.
"I'm marking you," he said quietly. "Probably shouldn't but I can't help it. Need everyone to know you're taken."
"No one sees these marks except you."
"I know." He kissed my shoulder. "But I see them. And that's enough."
We lay in silence for a while, just breathing together.
"You scared about Friday?" he asked.
"Terrified."
"Me too." He pulled me closer. "But we're going to pull it off. We have to."
"What if we don't? What if they figure it out?"
"They won't."
"But what if they do? What if Mara looks at us and just knows? What if she sees the way you look at me and realizes this isn't new?"
"Scarlett." He turned me to face him. "Look at me."
I did.
"We are going to walk into that dinner. I am going to act like I'm meeting you for the first time. Like I'm falling for you right then and there. And it's not going to be hard because I fall for you more every single day." He cupped my face. "And you're going to act interested but cautious. Like you're not sure but willing to see where it goes. And they're going to eat it up because they want this for us."
"And after?"
"After, I'm going to ask you on a real date. Take you somewhere nice. Show you off. Do all the things I've wanted to do for months but couldn't because we were hiding."
My eyes filled with tears. "This is so fucked up."
"I know."
"I hate lying to her."
"I know that too." He wiped away a tear. "But what's the alternative? We end this? Walk away? Never see each other again?"
The thought made my chest physically hurt. "No."
"Then we do this. We play the game. We pretend. And maybe, eventually, the lie becomes the truth. Maybe they never have to know about before."
"You really think that's possible?"
"I have to believe it is. Because the alternative..." He trailed off, his jaw clenching.
"What? What's the alternative?"
"I lose you." His voice cracked. "And I can't. I won't. You're it for me, Scarlett. You're everything."
I kissed him then, pouring everything I couldn't say into it. All my fear. All my guilt. All my desperate, terrifying love for this man who was going to ruin me.
Who was already ruining me.
We made love again, slower this time. Tender. Like we were trying to memorize each other. Like we knew this couldn't last but were determined to make the most of it while we could.
Thursday was a blur of preparation. Mara texted me seventeen times about what to wear, what to bring, how excited she was.
Each text felt like a knife to the gut.
Mara: I have a good feeling about this, Scar. I think Dominic might be THE ONE for you!
Mara: James says he's been talking about you nonstop. SO CUTE!
Mara: Okay I'm not supposed to tell you this but Dominic asked James what your favorite flowers are. He's planning to bring you some tomorrow night!!! 😍
I showed Dominic the texts that night when he came over.
"Roses," he said. "Your favorite. I already ordered them."
"This is so elaborate."
"It has to be. We're selling a love story." He pulled me into his arms. "One last night before everything changes. How do you want to spend it?"
"Inside me. I want to spend it with you inside me."
So that's what we did. Made love all night. Rough and tender and desperate. Like we were saying goodbye to the secret version of us. The hidden, stolen moments. The reckless, dangerous truth.
Tomorrow we'd put on our masks. Play our parts. Become the couple everyone wanted us to be.
But tonight, we were just us. Raw and real and ruinous.
And god, it was perfect.
When I finally fell asleep in his arms at 3am, I dreamed of a future where we didn't have to lie. Where we could just be.
But when I woke up Friday morning to an empty bed and a note on my pillow, reality crashed back in.
"Tonight changes everything. But you're still mine. Always mine. -D"
I held that note to my chest and let myself cry.
Because he was right.
Tonight changed everything.
And there was no going back.