Silent Whisper (10 page)

I winced at his implication. That was actually kind of cruel, but then I always knew that Dominic wasn’t the fuzzy, cuddly, teddy bear type.

“We talked briefly and she expressed some interest in doing some business with one of my subsidiaries,” he continued.

I put on an air of disinterest, but my mind was absorbing every word he said. “Uh huh,” I replied, combing through my curls with my fingers.

“I’m afraid you didn’t make a very good first impression sweetheart.”

“What?” I turned around quickly to look him in the eye. “I’m not following.”

“The woman’s name is Abigail Andreoff—ever heard of her?”

Dear Lord.

“The fashion designer turned entrepreneur who owns the Andreoff chain of high end couture?” I asked excitedly.

“One and the same,” he replied. “I persuaded her to take a look at some of your designs to see if she was interested in stocking a few in one or more of her galleries in Europe.”

“Oh my God,” I said, “Those galleries take clients by appointment only, Dominic. I’m not sure my designs would be…”

“Good enough?” he asked.

He knew me so well.

I nodded.

“One of the key ingredients to success, Karlie, is to have the utmost confidence in yourself. You’re not that person from Chester, West Virginia any longer. You need to reinforce that in your mind. If you don’t believe in yourself, then no one else will either. Besides that, selling in small volume to upscale galleries and boutiques will keep your overhead down and your profits up. It also creates demand. People want what’s in short supply, and they will pay almost anything to have it.”

“Are you one of those people, Dominic?” I asked quietly.

My eyes locked with his and saw that the warmth had returned to them. I released a soft sigh because he was just that beautiful to me. I had been crazy with uncertainty over the past couple of weeks, but that was gone now. I was as certain as I ever would be about my feelings for him and the depth of my love for him. Whatever he wanted, whatever he needed, I wanted to be the one that provided it to him.

“What do you think?”

“I think that you are,” I replied softly. “I behaved foolishly on the phone with Ms. Andreoff, and I’m sorry. I guess I was struck with jealousy at the thought that you—you didn’t want me or love me anymore,” I finished quickly.

He was gazing down at me, studying me carefully. I felt sheepish under his scrutiny and somewhat ashamed. “I hope that I’ll have an opportunity to apologize to her. I don’t want her thinking negatively of you because of me.”

“That’s a start,” he said. “Go on, please.”

“I just don’t understand why I didn’t hear from you these past weeks; I mean was that supposed to be my punishment or something?”

“It was my punishment,” he said, not bothering to hide his irritation.

“I don’t understand.”

“I don’t understand it either,” he shrugged, “But you’re just going to have to trust me on that one. Being apart from you was my self-inflicted punishment for wanting you more than I have a right to and for not considering your feelings in all of this. I’m used to getting what I want,” he said, his eyes now flickering over my scantily clad body. “Do you realize that your top is on backwards?” he asked, cocking a brow seductively.

“Oh…yeah,” I said suddenly feeling shy around him. Dominic was almost being playful which was so out of character for him.

“Would you like me to help you get it turned around?” he offered with a sly grin.

“Ummhmm,” I said nodding and raising my arms up over my head.

He pulled my top up and over my head, letting it drop to the floor. He moved in closer, his hands now fondling my breasts roughly, his fingers pulling and squeezing the nipples. I moaned in pleasure, and he lowered his face so that his lips could capture mine.

His tongue teased my upper lip, and then his teeth nipped gently at my lower one, tugging it just a bit so it bordered pleasure and pain. I felt his hand fist my hair, pulling my head back so that he had better access to me. His tongue was now exploring my mouth more gently as it mated with mine.

I loved our rhythm and cadence. His hands had moved from my breasts, upward framing my face. I looked up into his eyes and was taken aback by the intensity of his gaze.

“I love you, Karlie,” he said to me, his voice husky with desire. “I think we’ve punished each other enough. I can’t speak for you, but I’m in dire need of some pleasure. The kind only you can give me.”

I looked into his eyes, while an unasked question lingered on my lips, but I had to know.

“I need to know, Dominic. Have you been with anyone else…well since…?”

“No,” he replied, harshly. “Don’t ever question my devotion to you.”

“I’m sorry,” I replied softly, resting my head against his chest, calmed by the feel of him against me.

He lifted me up and gently placed me on the marble countertop of the vanity that ran the length of the wall. His hands ran up my bare legs until they reached the waistband of my silk tap pants. He expertly lowered them downward until they dropped to the floor as well.

I watched as he knelt in front of me, his hands pushing my legs apart, and my hands braced flat behind me as I leaned back a bit to give him access. Dominic loved eating pussy and though there had been plenty of men before him, those occasions had been rare and certainly not done with the same expertise.

I closed my eyes and savored the feel of his fingers, gently probing the folds of my sex, feeling myself becoming wet for him almost instantly. I felt his warm breath on my thighs as he moved in closer, his lips now inches from my heat. I arched my back slightly, which pushed my pelvis up closer to his mouth. I heard his soft chuckle as I did so.

“My baby is impatient tonight it seems,” he said, and I swear his lips were on my slit and I felt each word as he spoke them.

His tongue masterfully traced the length of my slit, while his fingers spread the delicate folds apart to allow him more access. I sucked in a hard breath as I felt his tongue wash over my clit and then plunge deeper, to where his index finger had just dipped.

I moaned softly as he pressed his middle finger inside of my wetness, his tongue now French-kissing my pussy slowly and methodically.

“So wet, baby,” he crooned, as he continued the sweet assault on every sensitive layer of my sex, his tongue continued to lave my ultra sensitive bud, and after a moment, I felt his mouth close around it giving it a gentle pull that sent me reeling with pure pleasure. I could hear myself whimpering but it was as if the sound was off in the distance.

My knuckles tensed up, and I felt a series of electrifying waves of pleasure wash over me as Dominic gently suckled my clit. I felt my hips start to swivel in response to the rhythm of his magic fingers as they went knuckle deep inside of me, pumping in and out, pressing that very sensitive spot inside that seemed to swell with every motion.

“Oh God,” I rasped, my hips moving harder against him, my hands now fisting his thick, dark hair, pulling him in closer. I wanted him to fucking devour me with his mouth. I could feel the wetness dripping from me, and hear the wet, sucking sounds of him eating my sex, his warm breath coming faster against my bare skin.

“Come for me, baby,” he ordered. “I need to taste you now. Just let it out, love.”

And as his words vibrated against my flesh, I allowed myself to totally unravel for him. My body rocked with this much needed release. As my climax spiraled over the top, spasm after spasm of wet release followed in its wake. And Dominic was there, drinking it all in, moaning my name as he licked and suckled and sent delicious quivers down the length of my spine with his tongue and his fingers.

My breathing was ragged from the sheer magnitude of pleasure he had unleashed within me. I slumped back against the mirror as I felt him rise to his feet, quickly shedding his golf shirt and removing his belt. He stepped closer to me and as always, I felt totally submerged in his warmth and passion. I straightened up, now feeling energized and invigorated as I slid from the countertop and sank to my knees before him.

He unzipped his fly; the rest was up to me. I pulled aside his boxers, freeing his impressive erection. My hand slid over the soft skin that covered its steel hardness and I began to gently stroke it, my thumb caressing the ridge of skin near the head. I watched as the clear bead of pre-cum spilled out on the head like clear honey, and lowered my tongue to lap it up.

I could hear Dominic’s breathing quicken a bit as my tongue teased the crown, and then moved around the circumference of his cock, taking slow, leisurely strokes, as his hips thrust forward a bit indicating he wanted my mouth to totally encase him. One hand massaged his balls and I felt them tighten in response, and my other hand guided his erection into my waiting mouth, inch by inch, swirling my tongue around his girth.

My fingers traveled to the base of his scrotum, massaging gently and putting finger pressure on certain spots that I knew were ultra-sensitive to him. As much as Dominic knew and worshipped my body, the same could be said for me.

My index finger increased the pressure on the seam of his scrotum at the base of his cock, as I continued sucking him from tip to root. I had learned a few tricks of the trade, and this was one of them.

As I continued, the pace picked up and I was hearing delightful moans from my man. I loved pleasing him and I had totally missed it over the past few weeks.

“Enough, Karlie,” he rasped. “I need to be inside of you.” His hands fisted in my hair and he pulled me to my feet, devouring with his mouth. His right hand continued stroking his cock as he looked at me.

“If you’re going to put your diaphragm in, do it now,” he ordered, his eyes hooded with pleasure.

“It’s not necessary Dominic,” I replied softly. “I want to please you in every way because of our love.”

He pulled back and studied me momentarily. I suspected he was measuring my sincerity and I must’ve passed because, his lips once again found mine as he murmured against them. “I love you, Karlie. You are mine forever.”

He turned me so that I was facing the mirror. He tossed a couple of folded towels onto the countertop and instructed me to bend over and let my elbows support my weight on the cushion made by the towels he’d placed there. Dominic loved doing it doggy-style and so did I. It was so primal and by design, his cock would hit all the right places.

I tilted my ass up instinctively; I figured that was somehow a primal instinct as well as it seemed that whenever Dominic was in my zip code I had this overwhelming urge to tilt my ass up so that he would take me.

Go figure.

I turned my head to the side so I could watch him fuck me in the mirror. I was a bit of a voyeur myself and the aspect of watching him totally possess me was…well, totally hot and sexy.

I watched as he tongued each of his palms, and then jacked his erection a bit more sliding his fingers into my pussy, and gently working me up into a lather again. I moaned under the pressure and pleasure, instinctively backing up into his pelvis.

“You ready, baby?” he asked. “Because I’m going to fuck you thoroughly. We have some time to make up.”

“Yes, please,” I whimpered unashamedly. “I need you now, baby.”

Dominic moved a hand to his cock and guided it toward my slick slit. He entered me slowly a couple of inches at a time, drawing out my pleasure as his fullness filled me. I could feel my muscles instinctively clench him, as he rocked into me, building his rhythm in perfect accord with mine.

“Fuck you feel good,” he rasped, his hands bracing both sides of my hips and drawing me up against him for max penetration. His lovely curved cock was hitting my sweet spot, rendering me totally at his command because it felt so fucking good that I would’ve done anything to make sure he never stopped.

He could feel my muscles clenching him, milking him, not wanting his cock to leave my pussy…ever.

“Fuck,” he growled, “This is mine. I want to unload baby. Are you good with that?”

“Oh yeah,” I moaned, moving my hand to massage his tight balls to make his orgasm all that much stronger. I felt the pulse of his cock; heard his loud intake of breath, followed by the masculine groan of his release and as he exhaled, and pumped his seed into me with every powerful thrust.

The sound of his balls smacking against my clit as they emptied themselves into me pushed me over the edge, and another orgasm rocked my body as I milked him dry.

I loved him and I wanted nothing more than to do anything and everything he wanted. I knew I would never love anyone or anything more than I loved Dominic Castellano. And I was on a mission to give him
exactly
what he wanted.

Things were all falling into place nicely with the boutique and the business.

Dominic smoothed things over with Abigail Andreoff and she scheduled a stop in Camden before heading back to Milan to prepare for an upcoming show.

She was impressed with my designs, and when she left, DBK had an order for two-dozen power suits along with a dozen of my signature boyfriend jackets. She also took several of my business cards to hand out to her colleagues that would be at the Milan show.

I added an additional machine and another full-time seamstress temporarily in order to get Abigail’s order out in the ten days that I’d promised, without stopping work on the garments that were going on the racks at the boutique. The grand opening of ‘Designs by Karlie’ was only three weeks away.

Dominic was around more than usual showing me how to cost the products, reminding me that my profit margins needed to be figured in at 15-20%. He instructed me to arrange terms so that the buyer was responsible for freight charges and customs clearance for international exporting. There was so much to learn, but he was a patient teacher.

I could tell that his attention to my fledgling business was a sore subject with his family. Although he never talked to me about it—or them, I could read the signs. Vinnie and Little Sal seemed to be lurking around West End Storage quite a bit, hushed conversations, dark looks thrown my way. I felt even more uncomfortable than before, which I hadn’t thought possible.