Page 115 of The Dominator

Submitting to him was freeing. No more fighting, stressing, worrying about freedom. There was actual freedom in this. He’d love me, he’d protect me. And I didn’t have to change who I was to be what he wanted because he kept telling me I was perfect. If I could harness that power I had to keep him sweet most of the time, and to make the rough sex a game instead of letting it get out of control, I could do this.

I’d learn how to do this, and the rewards would be the bliss I got when I let go and it’d keep him sweet enough. Not just orgasms but this peace that I’d found came over me in those moments after I gave in but before I let my mind beat myself up because I’d given in. I wouldn’t have to beat myself up anymore. I’d have more bliss than pain. And when I got pain, I’d use it to release the shit in my head that was trapped there. I’d purge that crap one game at a time.

Funny how I suddenly felt like bliss could come from pain. Funny how meeting him changed my life in a heartbeat and funny that being with someone for just three weeks could change my whole outlook, my whole way of thinking.

“I feel like a very lucky girl, today. The casino, the laptop, you…”

“I’m the lucky one, baby girl.”

There seemed to be so much sincerity in his voice, on his face, that I felt like I was going to burst into tears. I didn’t. Instead, I climbed off his lap and got on my knees on the floor in between his legs and fumbled to undo the buttons on his jeans. I reached into his underwear and pulled his cock out. He made a hissing sound and arched a little. I looked up at his face and he was staring intensely at me, baring his teeth a little, his shoulders all tense.

I moved toward him, and the tip of my tongue touched his cock, but then there was laughter outside.

Startled, I looked up. The blinds were closed, so no one had seen us. But there was talking outside the window. A guy was talking on the phone. Tommy had been looking down at me with lust in his eyes but then that laughter made him snarl at the window. He took my hand to pull me up. “Upstairs,” he said and tried to tuck himself back into this pants. Clearly, things were far too awake down there to make that comfortable.

He thundered, “Fuck off away from my window, Dex!”

“Shit, sorry, Boss!” was the alarmed reply.

“Gimme two minutes, baby,” he whispered. “Get upstairs, get naked, and wait for me.”

He winked and I dashed off.

How on earth did I luck out like this? I was a diabolical, cold-hearted, sadistic prick. And this beautiful, sweet girl had been through so much shit with me in a few short weeks but yet she was declaring her love for me. Not only did she declare her love for me, but she was also making it her mission to take care of my needs, on her knees even. I had everything. Everything I wanted. I didn’t deserve it, but I was gonna fuckin’ take it.

I could see it in her eyes, the way she examined me, wondering if I was going to be approachable, the way she was careful and then took cues from my mood but still seemed to be the Tia I’d fallen for so far, mostly. She wasn’t 100% okay yet, but I could see that maybe, if I was smart about all this, she could be. I was a lucky sonofabitch. I just hoped I didn’t fuck it up by taking things too far with her.

I almost broke her the other night in the hotel room. It had to be divine intervention that the show I’d gotten talked into bringing her to was some kind of epiphany for her. I didn’t really wanna go to the show and subject her to Goldberg’s brand of kink, but being out in public, having her pretend we weren’t entrenched in the middle of our relationship falling apart…I guess I just wanted it to last a little longer.

When I saw what unfolded on that stage and how she reacted to it I didn’t know if it’d ruin her or bring her back from the cusp of breaking. It was like she understood a bit more about me, enough to help us move forward. Where we’d end up ultimately, who knew, but for now she was okay, it seemed.

When she declared herself mine, it had been the highest moment I could remember. Until she said she loved me, too. That had blown me away and made me want to make sure I never fucked up again. I knew I’d fuck up, though. The question was…how badly?

I tamed the beast momentarily by putting it away, and then went out and read Dex, who wasn’t new but who was new to the house security team, the riot act and then headed upstairs to get a blowjob from the girl I loved. That was another thing; she was going to give me something I knew couldn’t be easy for her after Mexico and I’d make sure she knew how much that meant to me.

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Tia was on the bedroom floor naked, and not just on her knees but fucking bowed down, her elbows touching the carpet and her ass in the air. The laptop was on the bed so I strolled past her and lifted it off and put it on the nightstand.

“Baby,” I said, my voice gruff.

She rose up onto her knees and looked at me with huge eyes and a whole lot of what looked like fear on her face.

I stepped in front of her and put my hands in her hair. “I love you,” I told her.

“I love you, Tommy.” she said softly, making every nerve in my body come alive, and then her expression softened. She undid my pants and took my cock into her hand, kissed the tip and then slowly ran her tongue from the tip to my pelvis. Then she planted a kiss on my abdomen and then did the reverse, taking her tongue slowly back to the tip. She then proceeded to take half of my cock into her mouth while gripping below that with a tight fist.

She looked so fucking sexy, alternately closing her eyes and getting into it and looking up at me, like she was looking to see if she had my approval. It was like she was worshipping my cock, and it was beautiful to watch.

I didn’t want to come in her mouth, I wanted inside her and if I didn’t stop her, it’d be all over. So, after absorbing the feel of her mouth for another minute I leaned down and caressed her face before pulling out, taking her by the hand and guiding her to the bed.

When I reached between her legs, she was fucking soaking wet. I got inside of her and rubbed her clit, making sweet love to her. I wanted to blow, but held back until she arched her back and cried out my name at which point, I detonated inside her. We fell asleep together afterwards, arms wrapped around one another, my cock still inside her.

I’d waited for him on the floor in that pose after remembering the man on the stage and seeing it again having checked out a BDSM website quick for information about dominants and submissives, and it’d obviously done the trick, pleased him. I bookmarked the site so I could get more information later. I found the whole thing exciting and got wet just thinking about surprising him like that, waiting in a submissive pose.

But, I almost had a panic attack waiting for him to come to me because two feet away from where I waited on the floor I knew there were two guns and a knife.

I had alternating visions playing like a movie in my head of me shooting him in the head with his gun and me plunging his knife into my own stomach. My heart had hammered in my throat and my ears had gotten hot. The sound of his footsteps when he’d come in had made me feel like I was about to commit one of those two acts and I really didn’t know which one it’d be.

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