Page 100 of The Dominator

I answered it practically spitting, “What?”

“Be ready and waiting, baby girl. When I get there, I’m gonna paint your sweet little ass black and blue.”

Click.

All my bravado drained out of me and I instantly felt like throwing up. I am such a stupid naïve little girl. I thought I was so tough, so determined to stand up for myself, but here I was now quaking, wondering what sort of rage I’d be faced with when he returned. His voice was so angry, so scary, that I wished I had an undo button for that conversation.

I paced, entertaining thoughts of taking off and escaping, but before I could form a coherent thought, I heard something outside so I looked out the peep hole and saw a hotel security guard standing directly outside the door. Holy shit.

I went back into the bedroom, into the Hers bathroom to splash water on my face, and about fifteen minutes later I heard the door open. My heart sped up, so I took a deep breath, trying to push my fear away. I steeled myself, narrowed my eyes, and crossed my arms.

There was a knock at the bedroom door, which was already halfway open. I walked over to the doorway and both James and Nino were standing there. They both looked absolutely pissed. The sight of the pair of them in my doorway was pretty damn intimidating-looking. I swallowed and hugged myself.

James spoke. “Tommy asked that you wait in the bedroom for him to get back. He’s asked us to lock the door. Since this door doesn’t lock from the outside, one of us’ll be right outside the door on guard till he gets back. You need anything?”

“No,” I croaked out.

Then without saying anything, one of them slammed the door shut in my face.

Shit. What have I done? Even the guards were mad at me.

Almost three hours later, I was still in this room and I’d worked myself into a frenzy of scared shitless. Every time I heard voices outside the door, my heart and stomach plummeted. So far it’d only been their voices.

When I finally heard his voice, I wanted to scamper and hide under the bed. Adrenalin coursed through my veins. It was getting dark and the Vegas lights were starting to twinkle on outside, bit by bit as I sat in the darkening room on the bed with no lights on. I’d had two glasses of wine into me, and I didn’t know if when he finally came in if I’d resume my pissed-off stance or if I’d cower.

The door opened and clicked closed. He was standing in front of me. He flicked the lamp on beside me.

“You say bring it? Consider it brought.”

I stared down at my lap like a fricking coward.

“Look at me,” he demanded softly.

I looked up and he was taking his necklace off and putting it on the nightstand.

“Not so tough when you’re not hiding behind your phone? I can’t believe you took off like that.”

“I was making a point,” I mumbled petulantly and as the last word was coming out of my mouth, he had my chin in his grasp. His eyes were fiery mad and fricking scary.

“Then I guess I need to make my point now,” he told me.

He let go of my face and sat on the edge of the bed beside me. “Over my knee,” he said calmly, so calmly that for a second, I thought he was going to crack a smile. It was so preposterous that he couldn’t possibly be serious. But, he didn’t crack a smile. He was serious. And he had a belt in his hand.

I gawked at him, then at the belt, then at him again. He raised his eyebrows and pointed to his lap, tightening his lips.

I shook my head. “When we have a problem. We need to talk about it; we–”

He grabbed me and threw me across his lap before I could finish.

“We can talk later, Tia. Right now, I need to beat your ass.” I could feel a rock-hard erection under me. His hand was flat across my lower back.

I tried to get up, but he suddenly had my hair. He made a ponytail with it at the nape of my neck.

“Tommy, please don’t.”

“No? Why?”

“We need to talk about our problems, we need–”

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