Submitting to my Ex Uncle-Chapter 190

Music Recommendation: Needed Me by Rihanna.

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The words seemed to unlock something in him, because his mouth curved, dangerous and slow, before he flicked open the case.

Inside, lined neatly like instruments waiting for a symphony, lay the toys. Smooth, gleaming, cold to the touch. Restraints. Glass. Steel. Silicone. A collection that whispered promise and threat in equal measure.

He selected a sleek wand first. The wand was heavy in his hand, its black body humming faintly when he clicked it on. Celeste’s eyes widened, her thighs instinctively pressing together, but Dominic’s sharp look had her parting them again.

"Good girl," he murmured, as if rewarding obedience.

He didn’t touch her with it at once. Instead, he dragged the wand lightly over her inner thigh, letting her juice stain it, as the vibration muffled her skin, teasing, and skimming so close that she jerked.

"Patience," Dominic warned, holding her hip down with one hand. He pressed the wand just above her knee, then along the soft flesh of her thigh, higher and higher until she whimpered.

"Please—"

The wand shifted suddenly, buzzing against the slick heat between her legs. Celeste gasped, arching, as her hands clawed at the sheets, with her body caught between resistance and surrender.

Dominic smirked, adjusting the pressure. He slid the wand in slow circles, keeping her trembling, and never letting her fall over the edge too quickly.

"Every sound you make," he said, leaning close to her ear, "belongs to me tonight."

Celeste shuddered, her moans muffled against his shoulder until he gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Louder."

The wand pulsed harder. Her cry filled the room.

Dominic wasn’t done. He reached into the case again, pulling out a slim silver plug, its base glinting under the low light. Celeste’s eyes widened, panic flashing across her face.

"Relax," he soothed, his thumb stroking her lower lip. "I won’t hurt you. But I am going to own every inch of you."

The promise in his tone left her trembling. He coated the toy with lube, slow and deliberate, making sure she watched. Then, while the wand still vibrated against her clit, he pressed the cool steel against her other entrance, inch by inch.

Her back arched violently, the dual sensations were overwhelming.

"Dominic—!"

"Breathe," he ordered. "Take it."

And she did. Her body clenched around both the invasion of the toy and the merciless teasing of the wand, her thighs trembling uncontrollably.

When he finally turned the wand up to its highest setting, she shattered. Her cry was ragged, and desperate, as her body convulsing as wave after wave tore through her.

Dominic didn’t stop.

"Again," he said, adjusting the wand, pressing it harder, and keeping her riding that unbearable edge until her voice broke from overstimulation.

Tears stung her eyes, her chest heaving. Her hands fisted uselessly at the sheets. "I—I can’t—"

"Yes, you can," Dominic cut her off sharply, his lips crushing hers in a searing kiss that swallowed her pleas. "You’re mine. You’ll give me everything."

He pulled the wand away only to replace it with his tongue, devouring her, and tasting her. His moan and groans vibrated against her already wrecked body.

At the same time, he removed the plug, replacing the emptiness with himself, thrusting into her with a groan that shook her to the core.

"Dominic. God—"

Her words dissolved into broken sobs of pleasure, her body wrung out yet desperate for more. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, while using the other to clamp the wand back against her clit as he drove into her. The combination was devastating, brutal, and relentless.

Celeste screamed, the sound was hoarse, raw, and stripped of inhibition.

Dominic’s face hovered over hers, his eyes dark, and locked on her expression as if he were drinking in every ounce of her unraveling.

"Look at me," he growled when she squeezed her eyes shut.

Her lashes fluttered open, and the intensity in his gaze nearly broke her all over again. "That’s it. Don’t hide from me. Every orgasm you have, I want it in your eyes."

She came again, harder, as her body thrashed beneath him until he held her down, making her take every thrust, and every vibration.

Only when her body lay trembling, limp, and soaked in sweat, did Dominic slow down. He pressed a softer kiss to her forehead, then her lips, as though rewarding her for her surrender.

"You’re beautiful. I’ll only want you," he whispered, pulling the wand aside and finally, mercifully, letting her catch her breath.

Celeste lay there, her chest rising and falling in a frantic rhythm. Every nerve still sang from the assault of his hands, his mouth, and the merciless hum of the toy. Her body felt stretched open, filled, and claimed, but her mind floated somewhere between exhaustion and a dangerous craving for more.

Dominic didn’t move away immediately. He stayed inside her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, and his breath ragged against her cheek.

The dominance in his eyes hadn’t faded, but there was something else there now. It was soft possession laced with reverence, and a rawness that stripped him of the perfect composure he wore in every other room but this one.

His thumb brushed across her jaw, tracing her swollen lips. "You’re mine, Celeste. No one will ever know you like this."

Her lips trembled. She wanted to argue, and to deny him that claim, but the truth was written across her skin in sweat, bruises, and the ache between her thighs. He had carved himself into her in ways words couldn’t undo.

He withdrew slowly, and she whimpered at the loss, her body clenching as if begging him not to leave. Dominic’s smirk was dark and satisfied, his gaze devouring her wrecked form.

He reached for the silk sheet and dragged it over her trembling body, then slid in beside her, pulling her against his chest.

Celeste curled into him, too weak to resist, her cheek pressed to the heat of his skin. He stroked her hair back, kissed her temple, and held her there as though he had no intention of ever letting go.

The silence stretched, thick with the scent of sex and sweat, until her breathing began to steady. Then Dominic’s voice cut through softly.

"I don’t want us to wash up tonight. I want us to sleep this way."

She blinked up at him, dazed, her lashes still wet. "And if I say no?"

His grin was wicked, dangerous, and tender all at once. "Then I’ll make you come again until you beg me to keep you." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Celeste shivered, knowing full well he meant every word. Her body had nothing left to give, but her heart... her heart was already betraying her.

Dominic kissed her again, slower this time, drawing the taste of her surrender back into his mouth. When he finally pulled away, his hand rested possessively over her stomach, anchoring her to him.

"Sleep," he whispered.