Chapter 3: Sinful Desire
The only source of light in Ana's dark room was the moon lamp shade beside her bed. Ana was staring at the ceiling, touching her lips as she remembered how soft and sweet Dominic's lips tasted, especially when he kissed her back. The scene kept replaying in her mind, along with the memory of him grabbing her hips to pull her closer and rub against her.
She couldn't forget the feeling of his half-erect shaft rubbing underneath her. It was not fully awake yet, but it felt so long and huge under her clothed lips.
It was sinful yet it was all she ever wanted. She craved it, she longed for it, and she wanted more. Dominic returning her advances caused the fire within her to burst into a large flame that consumed her body.
Ana gulped audibly while laying on her back, legs spread out on top of her queen-sized bed. She couldn't sleep no matter how she tried to. She kept rolling around her bed, fantasizing her godfather, her body warming up the scene that keeps replaying in her mind.
When it felt like she couldn't take it anymore, Ana gave up, and completely surrendered to what she wanted.
Ana's heart beat faster as her fingers slowly crept inside her shorts and thin underwear. She gasped at the feeling of her wet and warm pussy, not because of the rain, but because of the man occupying the room next to her.
She was soaking wet, needy and ready to release the pent up desire she had for the older man.
She closed her eyes, imagining Dominic's lips sucking her neck, leaving a trail of saliva down her body. His heavy body was on top of her, weighing her down in a pleasurable way.
"You're mine." The imaginary Dominic in her mind whispered huskily in her ear, his deep voice similar to how he talked to her in the car.
She started pleasuring herself, moving her fingers in circles while biting her lips to prevent moaning loud, but small whimpers managed to escape her lips at the pleasure she was feeling. She started slowly at first, but as her imagination continued, as she remembered how he held her, how he groaned softly, her fingers moved faster.
"Dominic." She gasped, chanting his name like a prayer, biting her shirt to prevent herself from screaming his name instead.
Her head moved from side to side as if she was possessed, her toes digging in the sheet, curling when she paid attention to her throbbing clit.
Her back arched off the bed as she chased her release and Ana bit her arm to silence herself when she came hard, her whole body trembling and her eyes saw nothing but white.
*
At the other side of the room, Dominic was sitting quietly on the side of his bed, holding his phone to get his mind off what happened between him and Ana. Something that never should have happened in the first place.
But he was weak and he almost gave in to the temptation named Anastasia.
The feeling of her body against his is still fresh in his mind. The way her soaked body is clinging to her skin, showing her bra. The way her thin underwear was rubbing against his barely clothed dick while on his lap.
God, he couldn't get the look on her face off his mind. She looked so submissive, so ready, so desperate to have him claim her as his.
"Fuck!" He whisper-yelled, continuously blaming himself for being weak.
He grabbed his throbbing phallus, hard and oozing with precum in his grip. This isn't him. This isn't like him. He's always in control, but at this moment, it was like he was possessed by something he couldn't explain.
In order to forget his goddaughter, Dom picked up his phone and called his former bed warmer, hoping she could tame the raging beast inside him and hopefully divert his attention from Ana.
"Hey, are you free tonight?" He asked as soon as she picked up.
Not even thirty minutes later, she was now in his bed, naked as the day she was born and so was he, their bodies moving in sync to the tune created by their minds.
But as he bounces on top of her, moving in and out of her, Dominic's eyes remain closed, terrified that her image will be replaced by a certain someone.
No matter how fast and hard he drives inside her, however, he just can't reach the release he was trying so hard to chase.
He cursed in his mind, angry at himself as he stopped and plopped beside her while breathing heavily.
"Why did you stop?" Hanna, Dom's bed partner for five years, asked in disappointment.
Dominic did not respond.
Dominic grabbed his cock, frustrated, exhausted and filled with so much lust. His movement was angry and desperate, but just like Hanna's pussy, his fist was useless. He was craving—no—needing something else, but unwilling to give in.
Just as he was about to give up, an image appeared in his mind and that is when he finally reached his release, and fuck it was the most toe-curling and pleasurable orgasm he has ever had in his entire life.
The image he saw was Ana who had her legs wrapped around him, looking at him with tears in her eyes while crying in pleasure. Her hips move with every thrust he makes, hitting the deepest part of her. She was sobbing, not in sadness, but in pleasure.
He came so hard that his whole body trembled and he could feel the aftermath coursing through his body.
When the height of his pleasure subsided a little, Dominic panted, his whole body covered in sweat and his own cum.
"Fuck."
The woman beside her? She's useless. She's not the one he wants. She was not the reason for the greatest orgasm he ever had tonight.
It was Ana. His sweet Anastasia.
And that is what he's afraid of. He's afraid that he has finally given in.