Page 101 of The Dominator

“Oh, talk? You mean not take off and run away, leaving the other person in the middle of the fucking street?”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

He slapped my rear, not very hard, and with his hand, but then he reached under, undid my belt, button, and zipper, then yanked my shorts and underwear down just past my butt and having them around my thighs just felt so…so tawdry or something.

Another slap, still his hand but on my bare rump. Ouch, that hurt.

“Wrong answer,” he said. Then his hand was on my butt. The coolness of it felt soothing after the two slaps. I held my breath.

“What should you have said?”

I frowned. Did he think I was going to apologize?

“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m apologizing to you after what you did to me today,” I told him.

Slap. The sting was incredibly painful.

“Hey!” I shouted and tried to struggle out of his hold. I couldn’t believe this was still, at his core, who he was. After everything we’d been through, after all that he’d said.

It was like he read my mind just then. “Do you think that because I’ve been sweet to you that this part of me is gone?” He spoke low and menacingly. “Do you think because I’m in love with you that you can walk all over me? Do you fucking think you can tell me what I need to do for you to be faithful to me? Really? Fucking really?”

Whoa.

“I’m in control,” he said low and dug his fingers into my rear end, hard enough I knew it would leave a bruise. “Me.”

“Tommy,” I whimpered.

“What?”

“Don’t.”

“You don’t want this?”

“No. If you’re so in love with me–”

Smack. This time the belt bit across my ass and I bit down on my lip hard and tried to pull away. He did it again. This wasn’t a sexy game, this fucking hurt. And he had to know the difference. Tears stung in my eyes.

“You don’t set the rules around what I will and will not do if I love you, do you hear me? If I’m in love with you? Unfuckingbelievable.”

He took me by the arms and pushed me off his lap but onto the bed on my tummy and then I heard him undo his pants. Before I could move, he pushed into me in a quick thrust. I was not wet, I was not aroused, and it fucking hurt.

He had my hair. “Not wet for me? Oh baby, this is a problem. Don’t you remember that I ordered you to get wet for me whenever I spanked you?” His hot breath was against my ear and under any other circumstance I probably would’ve thought it was sexy, it probably would’ve created some moisture down there. Not now.

“Another reason to punish you.”

“Tommy,” I whimpered.

“What?” he spat.

“Stop,” I pleaded.

“How else will I teach you that running from me is absolutely never okay? Don’t tell me to stop. I fuck you how and when I want to fuck you.” His hand covered my mouth.

He pulled out and tried to go in again, slower, but I just winced, still bone dry. Then he pulled out and flipped me over onto my back and ripped my blouse open and then pinned my arms with one hand and covered my mouth with the other.

“I don’t want to hear another fucking word out of your mouth,” he spat.

I was shaking and it felt like we were back where we started. Me afraid, him being horrible, but worse, because I knew he didn’t have to be like this but he was choosing to be.

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