Page 116 of The Dominator

But, then as soon as he called me baby and told me he loved me, he was all I saw. The weapons under the bed were momentarily gone from existence. I was afraid I might be losing my mind.

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He spent the next day in his office and as it hit late afternoon I asked if he wanted me to cook something for him. He surprised me by saying he wanted to go out for burgers and to see a movie. I was shocked he didn’t want to just chill and do nothing since we’d just gotten back last night. I was also shocked that he wasn’t tied up with work after being away, but he told me that his brother had everything well looked after and there was nothing too pressing.

It was near sunset, but it was still sweltering-hot outside. We’d gotten dressed in shorts, tank tops, and flip flops and Tommy looked so young and carefree compared to his polished serious suit persona. He told me he knew the perfect burger joint. We swung in, filled out burger contracts (a checklist of how we wanted our burgers prepared) and ordered milkshakes. He ordered chocolate and I ordered vanilla. Of course my face got flushed when I asked for vanilla and he laughed, then kissed me breathless while we were waiting for our order. With the food on my lap, he drove to the same beach we’d gone to after that first date. I wondered if he’d taken me there on purpose so that I’d see we could have sunsets on the beach sometimes.

We found a picnic table and ate. It was the perfect burger. He looked at me with this mortified look when I swiped one of his onion rings (a really crispy one) and then shoved it under the bun of my burger then gave me a big kiss and stole one of my fries, which led to me feeding him half of my fries one by one, looking at one another all googly-eyed. We got to watch the sun set, all cuddled up together. It felt like we were a normal couple.

He kept looking like he wanted to say something. But he didn’t. I could’ve said stuff too, but I didn’t. So much was exchanged in those glances, it was almost like a conversation that didn’t need words. He wanted to know I was okay. I wanted to be okay. I didn’t know if I was okay, but I was trying to be. Maybe if he never got like that again, I could be. Maybe I could make sure he never got like that again. I knew I was taking on a huge responsibility for something that might be completely out of my realm of control, but I wanted us to work, so I wanted to try.

After eating, we went to a drive-in and I fell asleep watching the movie. It was some fast car / gun-toting/ lots of explosions / bro-mance partner cops type of movie. I woke when he re-started the car to drive us back.

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The next few days were amazing, playing house without a housekeeper. I’d been keeping the house tidy, cooking for him, doing laps in the pool and spending time in the basement gym, doing research on my pretty pink laptop about him and his sexual tastes, and considering options for online school.

I played Miss Pacman on the arcade machine in the basement, determined to beat Dario’s #1 spot high score. In a few days I was at the #2 spot and I wasn’t giving up. I put “TiaTyson” as my name on it.

I’d had two conversations on the phone. One was with Lisa about wedding plan ideas, and an upcoming baby shower for Luciana. I told her I’d come over and meet with her and the sisters and we could make plans. She told me they were all happy to help so I said I’d talk to Tommy about dinner on the upcoming Sunday and then we’d sit down and go over things. The second phone conversation was with my best friend Ruby.

I’d brought it up to Tommy after afternoon sex when we were all cuddled up afterwards. I nervously told him I needed to talk to her, to put her mind at ease because she’d just been wondering about me for all this time, and because I’d promised Rose that I’d call her. By not calling I’d be leaving them wondering and worrying about me.

He said it was fine, but that I had to remember that any call could be being recorded and that I had to be very careful of what I said. I assured him it’d be fine to talk to Ruby and that I understood. When he left the room I braced myself with a deep breath and dialed her cell.

First, she was pissed at me. I’d just disappeared for weeks and she’d only heard that I’d run off with a guy. Her parents had evidently protected her from their suspicions even in the beginning when they were involving police and my social worker.

I was easily able to sell her on this being a case of a whirlwind romance, especially with the way I’d been obsessing about ‘ice cream parlor hottie’ before grad. The guy from the ice cream parlor had swept me off my feet and we’d moved in together. She was a romantic at heart and so it wasn’t at all hard to convince her that this was just all that’d happened. She was mad at me but said she’d seen how gorgeous he was when he picked me up from the post-grad party in that convertible. When she asked why I was all upset at the house after grad and why I’d disappeared like that I said, “Let’s just say my father did something to seriously disappoint me.” She’d replied with a knowing, “Enough said.”

Hallelujah.

I told mostly the truth, or at least selective parts of it, about how Tommy had come in and flirted with me (which she’d already known), I stretched the truth a bit by saying he found out our parents knew one another so had my Dad arrange for us to meet. I told her he’d wined and dined me, taken me on a vacation, that we’d had sunset beach walks, made love in a hayloft when he proposed, told her that I knew when my dream wedding dance song came on and that he’d picked that moment with the fireflies and the stars in the sky to ask me to marry him that I didn’t need to wait to get to know him better, that everything he was in that moment was just what I wanted in a husband.

I told her he was protective, fiercely protective, that he was strong, that he was smart and funny, and that sometimes he could be so sweet that it made my heart melt. I also told her a little about the panty-melting sex. That it was hot, not what it entailed. She practically swooned over the phone when I told her he’d repeatedly made me come hard, not once, but two and three times per sex session.

I told her I was getting married in a few weeks and that of course she needed to be my maid of honor. She was sort of awestruck and didn’t ask me a lot of questions. She gave me shit about not calling a few times during the conversation, but I just kept saying it had to do with shit about my dad that I couldn’t talk about and then she’d say “Enough said” and let me off the hook.

If it’d been Beth or Mia, I know I’d never have gotten away with it. Mia wanted to be a journalist and Beth wanted to go into law. They’d be tag-team interrogating me, trying to understand why I just disappeared, why all the plans were suddenly out the window for a guy I’d just met. But Ruby wasn’t a skeptic; in fact, she was a lot like a Disney princess who was listening to me and envisioning the day her prince would come. I cut her short when she told me that Mia was there and wanted her to pass the phone and said I’d call back later.

When I hung up, the bedroom door slowly swung open. Tommy was standing there. By his face, I could tell he’d heard the whole thing. I wasn’t surprised he’d eavesdropped at all, but couldn’t be mad because he strode in like a man with a mission and ravished me until I’d had two orgasms. He told me that it was beautiful to hear the way I’d chosen to tell the story of us. He’d heard me tell Ruby how beautiful he was, what an amazing lover he’d been. I’d said something to the effect of him fucking me into oblivion multiple times a day, which was pretty much true because we’d been at it like rabbits for the past few days. Vanilla rabbits, though.

After hearing that phone call, he looked so moved, then made love to me so tenderly I wound up crying during the first of the two orgasms.

He kissed away my tears and then brought me to climax again, murmuring how much he loved me, how he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life making love to me and making me happy but then he whispered in my ear that not only would he make love to me for the rest of our lives but that he’d fuck me for the rest of our lives, too, and that while he’d fucked before, he’d never made love to anyone before. He would never make love to or fuck anyone but me ever for the rest of his life.

I knew that to him sometimes he wanted to make love and sometimes he needed to fuck. Those whispers spoke to me, let me know that he would sometimes want one and sometimes need the other. I knew it would be my job to be what he needed, to feed his sexual appetite, and I was determined that I could do it.

And I was happy. I was waking up in the morning to sex, I went to bed and had sex (or was woken up by it if I fell asleep first), and the day after we were home from Vegas I’d been washing a frying pan in the kitchen sink from the breakfast I’d made him, and he’d come in and screwed me from behind. Just waltzed in, lifted up my sundress, slapped my ass super hard, and then took me with his cock and his fingers and I didn’t even get the way unsexy yellow rubber gloves off.

When he finished, he washed his hands, grabbed an apple from the fridge, winked at me and then went back to his office. I was just standing there, propped up by my elbows in front of the sink with the ugly yellow gloves on, skirt up, hair all mussed up, and feeling boneless and thinking that it was fairly calm for Tommy but it’d definitely been fucking.

It’d been three days of mostly sweet, beautiful vanilla sex and cuddling and talking (but never about the serious dark stuff we eventually needed to discuss) and just enjoying one another. We did things like curl up in front of the big screen at night watching TV or movies, I cooked for him, we had a naked swim together (it must’ve been premeditated because he’d obviously made the bodyguards leave for a while because I never saw them). He’d just lifted me after sex, both of us naked, and carried me through the bedroom balcony doors down the stairs and then jumped into the pool with me.

I’d said, “Hey! What about security?” and he’d answered, “Do you really think I’d allow anybody to lay their eyes on your beautiful, naked body?"

We hadn’t left the property since we got back from the drive-in. He’d spent time on the phone in his office a lot, but he spent a lot of time with me, too.

Sarah was due back and the next day we were having dinner at his father’s. And I was starting to get a little worried because there’d been no sex games since Vegas. He didn’t seem stressed; he seemed fine. But how long would it last? Would I see the sudden shift so I’d know it was something I needed to handle proactively, or would it come out of nowhere and blindside me?

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