Page 66 of The Dominator

Pop stroked his chin and looked at me, perplexed.

“The business between you and O’Connor, whatever it was, is done now. If anything further needs to be done about him, I do it,” I told him.

He sighed, looking a bit defeated. “Fine,” he agreed and put the envelope of money into the inside pocket of his blazer.

“You gonna fill me in?” I asked.

“Why? You’re already digging around. I know you; you’ll find all the answers eventually. Why spoil your moment of triumph?”

“That’s what I thought.”

Yeah, we both knew where I got my tendency for mind fucking from.

I lounged in bed for the biggest part of what was left of the day, despite sleeping at least fourteen hours the night he came home. He really had worn me out. The last week and a half had worn me out emotionally and I guessed it had manifested itself physically despite the fact I’d done not much other than lie around.

At around dusk, I decided to get some proper exercise and do some laps in the pool and then I spent a few hours reading the novel that Sarah had lent me. I had trouble losing myself in it. Why did I need escape into another world when my own world felt like another world? While it was a pretty stress-free evening, all things considered, my wheels just wouldn’t stop turning. I thought about possible scenarios regarding my father and this whole debt thing. I thought about Tommy’s words after we woke up that day, about the fact that I could look at this thing two ways.

1: He’d taken ownership of me and given me a life sentence to be with him, regardless of what I’d be put through and regardless of how I felt. I had no choice, no out.

2: He was making a lifelong commitment to me and I’d have to take him for better or for worse. There could be a lot worse than being with him, as I’d seen down in Mexico. He promised to protect me. No one had ever offered me that before. Not my father, not anyone.

If I chose to look at it positively, it sounded like all he was doing was articulating some marriage vows. Promising to provide for me and protect me but with an underlying threat that I couldn’t leave even if I wanted to despite the fact that it’d be rough at times. And that freaked me out. A lot.

How much would be for better and how much would be for worse? Ice cream parlor guy vs. gangster guy with the dark hunger for control – the dominator. ‘Till death do us part was something people promised all the time, but I had no choice but to honor and obey. I was going to be taken literally in promising to obey him and to spend my life with him, only I hadn’t promised that. I’d been told that this was the deal; like it or lump it.

What was next for me, for us? Did I try to find a way to accept this, or did I keep looking for a way out? The way he looked at me made me feel wanted. He was gorgeous, he was protective, he knew how to light my body on fire. He could be charming. He also scared the crap out of me.

Tommy wasn’t here for dinner. I ate a late meal with Sarah. We cooked together and had barbequed chicken burgers and salads on the patio and we both floated around on tubes in the pool after dinner. Then I went up to bed early, exhausted physically and exhausted emotionally although I’d certainly slept a lot the night before.

I woke up to him climbing in bed with me in the dark. I didn’t know what time it was, but he didn’t initiate sex. He just curled up against me, wrapped his arms around me protectively, and kissed under my earlobe, and was snoring softly into my hair a few breaths later.

I crawled in bed fully prepared to yank her night clothes off her and remind her of rule number three, but the minute my nose caught a whiff of her hair and warm skin, which smelled like oats, honey, and vanilla, I nuzzled in and slept like a log beside her. The last few days had been long and painful. In the morning I’d be taking her out and trying to show her a change of scenery, maybe some romance.

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She’d be spending a lot of time alone at home for the next few weeks while I took care of some business that might mean even more security because I was probably going to have to show disrespect publicly to a scumbag that didn’t deserve my time. Today, I’d take her out for some fun and then broach the subject of our wedding with her. That’d keep her busy with my sisters.

I woke up first and found her with her head on my stomach. She was sleeping on her belly using my belly as a pillow, face toward my crotch. Her legs were hanging off the bed and she was flat out, sound asleep, hair fanned out across my torso.

I looked down and ran my fingers through her hair and then my thumb skimmed across her lower lip. She sucked in my thumb and actually sucked on it, still asleep. She must’ve been a thumb sucker as a kid. The sensation went straight to my groin, which was already awake. I then swept my hand down her back and cupped her ass.

She was wearing a tiny pair of lacy pale pink, almost flesh-toned shorts that were pretty well transparent and barely covered her cheeks. She also had on a matching lacy tank top that had ridden up. She looked edible, fuckable. If she was going to break my sleepwear rule and wear something like this I could probably overlook the infraction. She nuzzled into me and then as I reached my middle finger to stroke between her cheeks and downward, her legs magically parted. I smiled. The way she did that for me every morning so far hadn’t ceased amazing me. All I had to do was get anywhere near her pussy or her ass while she slept and she would instantly spread wide for me while she was sound asleep.

I had a feeling that morning sex would become as normal for me as my morning coffee. I never had women sleep at my place or even visit so I often found a fuck somewhere in my travels, usually in the evenings in a motel, at the club (it had rooms), or their place and then went home alone. I’d always thought I’d preferred that but who knew that finding a woman in my bed when I climbed in at night and waking up to her spreading her legs for me every morning would be so fucking amazing? Time to cancel my club membership.

9

I woke up facing his massive erection, pointing up in front of my line of vision. My head was on his tummy and he was tenderly caressing my head with one hand and had his other hand between my legs. I turned my head over and looked at him. He was lying on his back and looking down at me with the biggest, sexiest smile on his half-asleep face.

I smiled and rubbed my eyes. “Um, hi.”

“Mornin’, baby,” he said with a smirk. “All aboard?”

I blushed. He was gorgeous with a sleepy smile, a twinkle in his eyes, and a bit of bedhead. The way he looked at me made tingles work their way up my spine. He reached for me and then pulled me up by my underarms, so I was straddling him. He pulled the crotch of my shorts to the side with one hand, pulled his boxer briefs down with his other hand, connected us, and… wow.

He said, “Unauthorized sleepwear again. I might have to punish you.”

Before I registered the words and let them scare me, I saw humor in his eyes, so I smiled and ran my hands up his gorgeous chest and then had his jaw in my hands. I leaned over, about to kiss him, but then a big bang pierced the air. I thought it was firecrackers but the second I thought that my brain autocorrected it – not firecrackers, gunfire.

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