Page 15 of The Dominator

She blanched. My heartrate picked up pace with excitement; I wouldn’t show her that excitement yet, though.

“So, it’s important to me that you understand and follow my rules. Not following these rules is dangerous. Deadly.”

She kept her eyes focused on the carpet.

“Rule number one, I own you.”

Shock flashed across her face as her eyes met mine. I felt it in the groin, so I said it again.

“This means exactly what it sounds like. I own you. You’re mine. Mine to do what I want with. This means you obey my orders. If not, you face consequences. Being mine means that if I want you marrying me and I choose to give you everything that’s mine, that’s what happens. If it means keeping you in my bedroom and using you however I want, never letting you see the light of day, that’s what it means. If it means shipping you off somewhere and selling you to a pimp in Bangkok or Tijuana who wants to turn you into a five-dollar whore that’s what it means. You need to understand the gravity here and come to terms with this as soon as possible. The sooner the better. Any privilege or comfort you get is because I allow it. I can take it away. All of it. Do you understand?”

She didn’t answer. She looked down at the floor and her chin started quivering.

“The concept of ownership might be foreign to you but it’s a concept you need to learn fast. Tia, look at me.”

She looked up and what I saw in her eyes was pure and utter defiance. Perfect. A muscle in my cheek involuntarily twitched. I wasn’t ready to reveal all my cards yet, but she needed a glimpse. And I wanted to push her, see what she’d do.

I stood up and continued, “Because I own you, I’ll do what I want to you. Since you chose not to answer my question, I’ll reiterate: if that means that I want you to wear my ring and have my babies with the run of this house, you’ll do it. If it means you simply stay tied to my bed until I get tired of fucking you, so be it. I’m in charge. You obey me, things go well. You defy me? They don’t.”

Fear flickered in her eyes for a beat, but she continued to stare up at me, right into my eyes, trying to be brave. I liked it. I liked it a lot. Yeah, I’m a sick fucker. And the only thing scarier than a sick fucker is a sick fucker with power. If I was going to have to marry to get all the power I’d damn well get as much pleasure as possible from it. Fear and defiance rolled up in one? She was perfect. Maybe that’s why I’d waited so long. This was coming for me. Her.

Yeah, Dare was right; Pop did do good with this choice for me. In the moment I was feeling something new. Bliss? She was mine and I felt it deep inside. John Lewis was right about the rush here. I’d never felt this level of excitement, this sense of ownership with a woman before. I was standing in front of her, towering over her, and I was going to wipe that defiance right off her face.

“Do you understand?”

She didn’t answer. Her eyes narrowed.

I snickered and continued,

“I’ll let it sink in for a moment, then. Rule number two, you reveal nothing to anyone about anything that you see, hear, or suspect to do with my business activities, my family, my personal life, or my preferences. You don’t discuss me with people outside of my family or my house and you don’t disclose information about me or what happens in this house or especially in this bedroom with anyone. The rules are simple. I’m in charge and you keep your mouth shut. The rest we will figure out as we go. I hope you’re a smart enough girl that I don’t need to lay out consequences. Hearing about who I am, you probably have an idea of what I’m capable of. If you don’t, you will soon enough. You shouldn’t test your limits with me. I’m not a patient guy and I like doling out punishments. A lot.”

She closed her eyes. Now she was trembling not so subtly. Fuck, my cock was straining against my pants. I sipped my wine, put it down, then strode over to close the blinds on the doors that led to the deck. When I turned back around to look at her, she sat holding the wineglass, eyes squeezed shut tight. Then she took a deep breath, looked up, and stared me right in the eye. The girl hadn’t said anything yet, but she had balls. I could see it. I looked forward to some sparring.

I unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way and shrugged to let it drop. Her eyes never wavered from mine, but I saw her swallow hard. I sauntered toward her.

She shakily raised the glass of wine to her lips and tipped it back and drank it all at once. Then she slammed the glass down on the coffee table and stood. She eyed me from head to toe to head again. It made my heartrate pick up. She was ready to fight with me.

I summoned as much inner strength as I could muster, despite wanting to cower and weep, and I glared at him. I glared hard.

“If you think for one fucking second that you can just steal my life from me you’ve got another–”

He cut me off, physically. In an instant, he lunged from several feet away to in front of me, and then his hand was on my throat. He used his grip to press me against a wall. He towered over me, staring down at me, breathing heavily, his lips an inch from my temple. He wasn’t squeezing, but the grip was possessive, making a point.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he said slowly in a low and scary voice, his eyes burning into me.

His body was flush against mine, and his erection poked me in the abdomen. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

Holy shit. I forgot how to breathe for a second.

I finally gulped against his hand and tried to regain my bearings. I was breathless, totally surprised, and pretty much petrified. I tried to slink away from him, but he tightened the grip on my throat just a little. My hands came up and I tried to pull on his wrist to get him to let go. He wasn’t cutting off my air supply, but it was firm and scary. His jaw tightened. My nails dug into his wrist until I drew blood. His eyes darted down and when he saw the blood, I saw something shift in his gaze.

“I was about to dare you to give me a reason, but it looks like you just did.”

He let go of my throat and hauled me by the arm to the bed, then threw me down on it so I was on my stomach. He instantly climbed onto me, and pinned my arms above my head. I let out a groaning protest and tried to struggle. I felt his dick digging into my ass. Oh no. Please no.

He let one hand go and caught both of my wrists in the other hand, re-pinning them to the bed. His free hand ripped my dress upwards so that the part that was covering my bottom tore. Humiliation, mortification, the plethora of emotions flooded through me.

Underneath that dress was a pair of black lace stay-up stockings. I also had on a black lace thong so my dress wouldn’t have underwear lines. I never thought when I’d put them on they’d put me in peril. I thought, I’m about to become an adult, I’m going to dress like one. Now I regretted that with every fiber of my being because it meant that Tommy Ferrano was looking at my might-as-well-be bare ass, looking at lingerie on me, and I was helpless to do anything about it. I was totally pinned.

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