Page 110 of The Dominator

His eyes widened fractionally as he urged me, with his expression, to continue.

“Vanilla,” I whispered, feeling totally and utterly defeated.

He kissed me slow and sweet, exploring my mouth with his tongue and letting his hands drift up and down my body, sending shivers up my spine. He started to undo the tuxedo shirt I was wearing, tonguing an exposed nipple as he exposed the other one.

“Touch me, babe. Please,” he whispered against my skin.

I put my hands on his back and rubbed up and down. His back was so strong. I put my hands on his shoulders. They were big and muscular. He had a lot of muscle. Enough muscle to crush me without even really trying.

My mind drifted to that couple on the stage, about how she, the tiny little woman, wielded power to control a man who could crush her even more easily than Tommy could crush me. In a physical sense, anyway. Tommy could crush me, had crushed me, in other ways just through words and actions. But the tiny blonde had looked at that big, muscled man so lovingly because he gave her what she needed. She controlled him but he controlled her too, through giving her what she needed. And that big strong guy seemed like he wanted to be dominated by her, too; you could see it in his eyes. His face had gone to a state of bliss when she whipped him. It was a quid pro quo thing for them.

Tommy needed this from me, my submission to him. Sometimes he needed it rough and sometimes he gave it to me sweet. I knew I’d wanted rough that day at the farm. I couldn’t forget the release it gave me that day he tied me to the headboard and took my control away so I wouldn’t have to fight anymore. I didn’t know if I could ever crave that again. And if I did crave it, after what’d happened last night, did that mean I had gone over to the dark side, that I was irrevocably broken?

His mouth was on my breast, his tongue toying with my nipple. My hands continued to roam up and down his arms, his back. I thought back to us at the farm and how sweet he was after my playing that hide and seek game with him, because I was giving him what he needed. He’d seemed so happy and carefree that night. And I remembered how exciting it was to run and be caught and how insane it’d driven me when he talked dirty to me during the game. I also thought about when I wanted it to be rough and he wouldn’t be rough with me. He was a control freak. Plain and simple.

Right now, he was trying to be sweet but we both knew my heart wasn’t in it. My hands rose to his hair as he continued to kiss and tongue my breasts and I felt the chain around his neck touch my skin. I sucked my lower lip in and had a thought.

I needed to change the tone of this situation. I couldn’t handle this sweet business right now. The only way I could get through this right now was if it were just a game. A game where I could get release, release from the prison I felt like my brain was in. Would it help?

I quickly bucked until he was off me enough for me to get out of the bed. He looked at me, first confused, and then his expression started to drop. I backed away from him slowly and then gave him a smile and waved my finger and tsk tsk’d at him.

“Tia?” He tilted his head at me.

“The only way you get to fuck me tonight, Tommy Ferrano, is if you can catch me.”

Shock flashed on his face. I gave him a big, dazzling, maybe phony-looking smile and then I bolted into the closest bathroom, the Hers bathroom, locking the door.

My heart was racing. I could do this. I could play a game tonight. Granted, it wasn’t very creative, but it seemed to distract me from the emotions whirling around in my brain, if only temporarily. If I played a game maybe the tone would stay where I could handle it. I was wet with anticipation. I pushed away my “What the fuck?” thoughts.

A few seconds later, I heard the doorknob jiggle and then it went silent. I stood there, heart racing, almost panting with anticipation. I waited. Then I heard a tinny scratchy sound. Was he picking the lock? I braced myself.

Approximately 4.5 seconds later the door swung open and he was standing there with this intense look on his face, his eyes lit with something dangerous. I’m sure I was standing there, wild-eyed, too. I had his white tuxedo shirt on, with just the bottom few buttons done up and my hair must’ve looked like it’d been in a windstorm.

He was naked and his erection should’ve been allocated its own zip code. He leaned on the door frame and folded his arms, “You’re not very good at this game, are you? Where do you think you’re gonna go from here?”

I summoned my inner vixen and shrugged at him. “Maybe I wanted to be easy to catch.”

“Didn’t I tell you not to try to lock me out?” He was trying to be serious, but failing. He gave me a smirk. I smirked back. Then he tried to look serious. So I tried to look serious, too.

I caught my bottom lip between my teeth and looked at him for a second, then shrugged and said, “Do you think you need to maybe teach me a lesson for that?”

He grinned at me. “Damn straight. But you made it too easy.”

I shrugged. “Maybe I’ve got a surprise attack planned.”

His eyes went cold. “A what?”

Whoa; a bucket of ice-cold water might as well have been dumped on my libido and my smugness right then and there. Not the right answer given the state of our relationship the past few days. I shook my head frantically, needing desperately to backpedal.

“I didn’t mean anything violent… I meant…”

He closed the distance between us and was right up against me, making me gasp in surprise. His lips crashed into mine and then he said against them. “Drop the fucking act.”

My heart was thudding wildly.

“Just drop it,” he whispered. He then had my bottom lip between his teeth and he let out a sound of pleasure that reverberated through my whole body.

I couldn’t be a player; I was going to lose. He was totally in control here right now. I sucked at this.

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