Page 17 of The Dominator

“Can’t I please sleep alone? I don’t know you.”

“No. It’s time to get to know me. Don’t worry; I’m not fucking you. Yet. We’re just sleeping together.” I loved that she was saying please.

She let out a whimper and covered her mouth to try to stifle it. Gone was the defiance she’d had in her eyes. She was crumbling.

“Get in. Or I’ll put you here myself.”

She shook her head at me, blowing her hair out of her eyes. I reached for her hand. She flinched, didn’t take it, and then walked around to the other side of the bed and climbed in, staying as close to the edge of it as she could. She did a karate chop move down the middle of the blankets. She was trying to draw a boundary line. Fucking adorable.

I got back in and slid over, obliterating her Berlin wall, then climbed on top of her. I pinned her wrists above her head and nuzzled into the crook of her neck. I ran my nose up the length of her throat until my mouth was at her ear. She smelled amazing. She smelled like me, but like a woman, too. Her throat smelled like vanilla and cherries. Of all things. She stiffened under me.

He ran his nose up and down my neck, burying it in my hair. His hand travelled up my leg and then it landed on my hip. He dug his fingers in and then his nose trailed down my throat and across the opening of the shirt. He undid a button and then another button… with his teeth.

“Please don’t,” I whispered into the dark, pulling my hands from his grip and putting them out to stop him. He pinned them above my head, this time tighter. My eyes were adjusting. Then his nose was in my cleavage.

“Big day for you today, huh?” I felt the hum of his lips against the skin between my breasts. If I weren’t so petrified, I’d have been turned on. He was obviously attempting to be seductive.

“You could say that.” I tried to be sarcastic, but my voice came out in barely more than a whisper.

He lifted his head and let go of my wrists. His fingertips grazed my lower lip and I winced.

“Relax, I’ve said I’m not going to fuck you tonight,” he said to me, his voice so deep it felt like it vibrated inside me. Then he rolled over onto his back. I tried to stay as still as possible but was shaking like a leaf.

He continued, “But I want something tonight from you.”

I winced again, trying to stop my mind and heart from racing. “What?”

“I want you to crawl into my arms and I want you to relax, like you wanna be here. If you can do that for me tonight, sleep curled up against me, I won’t fuck you.” He stopped for a moment and then continued, “If you don’t do what I ask, you’re getting fucked hard and rough.” He put his hands, fingers laced, behind his head, flexing his biceps and looking at me expectantly.

“You’re crazy.” I breathed. What a maniac. This was messed up!

He reached over and flicked the lamp back off. “Well?”

I took a deep breath. “You’re, like, fucked in the head, aren’t you?”

Stupid, Tia. Why would I say something like that to him?

“Yeah, and I have a gun,” he announced. “Who gives the crazy guy a gun? Oh yeah, and a goodnight kiss; I want that, too. Keep me waiting and my list of demands may keep growing.”

I was wide-eyed. Gob smacked. I heard an impatient-sounding huff and then I was gob smacked and scared. I got the impression he wanted me to give him a reason to take me against my will and / or show me his gun. I wanted neither, so I scampered over to him and then hesitated. He pulled me into an embrace, my head falling onto his chest. Both of his arms were tight around me. He kissed the top of my head and his palm slowly slid down my back until it rested on my rear end. He was hard, all over.

“Relax,” he whispered against my hair and then he kissed my forehead.

“Get your hand off my...” I started and he moved his warm hand up to my waist before I could finish the threat that hadn’t quite formed on my tongue yet, pulling the shirt up with it. I could hear him breathing hard. I could feel his heartbeat and it felt like it was racing. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and gulped. How bizarre to have my head on the chest of the man from the ice cream parlor, the man I’d had on my mind the past few days. But this wasn’t that guy, that guy was from my fantasy. This guy looked just like him, but looks were where similarities ended. He’d behaved in a way I’d never imagined. The fact that this guy had taken ‘ownership’ of me and had forced me to lay here with him was repulsive.

“Don’t tell me not to touch what’s mine again. You get a pass tonight because of the day you’ve had, but don’t make the mistake of thinking whether or not we fuck is anything but my decision to make.”

I squeezed my eyes shut tighter. This was a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. He started to stroke my hair.

“No. Don’t,” I said.

“Tell me no or say don’t one more time and the deal is off, Tia.”

His hand trailed back down to my ass. He drummed his fingers on it, letting me know he was waiting for me to protest. I clamped my mouth shut. I believed him, so I made myself shut up and stay still. Every muscle in my body wanted to sprint, to run, to scream, to fight, to kick, to scratch, but I just stayed there, trembling.

“Now kiss me,” he said.

I chewed my cheek and kept my eyes shut tight, like that’d help.

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