Page 84 of The Dominator

“Yes,” I answered.

His jaw clenched, he huffed, then he pushed my shoulders slightly back so that I was sort of suspended in midair. He used my legs to keep a firm hold on me, pulling me tighter to him while driving so deep into me that it felt like he was hitting parts he shouldn’t be hitting.

“You can’t leave me, Tia.”

Now it was more like a plea instead of a demand. Was that pain in his eyes now?

I had nothing to hold onto, my abs were killing me. I grabbed at my stomach and he spun me around so that I had the bed to lie on and now he was standing up, pummeling me from standing, pulling my legs up, driving in so deep that I cried out. This was sweet, sweet pain and with the look on his face, the sexy expression… I became lightheaded. He was so sexy I would’ve swooned if I wasn’t already horizontal.

As he plunged into me, he tweaked my clit with his thumb, almost in a strumming motion and the heated stare, the sensation, and the feeling of him sliding in and out at that rapid pace all culminated in a loud moan from me as I hit another peak. But he wasn’t done.

I was flipped to my belly, my ass in the air as he drove into me from behind. Ramming hard, fingers gripping my hips, and then out of nowhere he made a low growling sound and a stinging slap rang across on my ass.

I jolted, dislodged him, but he grabbed my hips and rammed back in, eliciting a squeaking protest from me. He gripped my rear hard with his hand and I didn’t know if I loved it or hated it. His breathing pace changed and then he groaned my name as he came. I collapsed face first on the bed under the weight of him pinning me. He stayed half on top of me for a few minutes and the feel of his breath on my neck, of his heart pounding through his chest against my back, it gave me a weird feeling, a peaceful feeling.

He gathered my hair to one side and ran his fingers through it.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered against my ear. “It’ll take time for us to trust one another. I want us to have a good day together. Still upset?”

“Not really,” I answered, but in truth I wasn’t sure how to feel.

“Did I fuck you into submission?” I felt him smile against my shoulder and then he planted a soft kiss there.

“I think you might’ve.” I smiled, too.

He rolled me onto my side and spooned me. “I may do that often, you know?” He kissed my ear and gave me a squeeze. “But you didn’t submit 100%, did you?”

I knew he wanted that, “yes, I’m yours” from me, and I hadn’t given it. But, he didn’t seem angry right now.

“Mm, maybe ninety-ish,” I said.

He let out a little laugh.

“Progress,” he murmured. “Huge progress.”

I heard a flock of birds overhead and as they flew over the barn and the expanse of the property and I sighed with relief and euphoria blended together. “It’s lovely here.”

“I love it here,” he said. “I needed to feel like you were safe. Home wasn’t safe. Here feels better.”

I turned over and put my arms around him, nuzzling into his chest. His bruises were fading. I felt safe there, then, in his arms, which was the strangest thing because I’d probably never known actual true danger before I’d met him. I traced his tattoo with my finger and enjoyed the feel of a gentle breeze that swooped through the loft.

I hadn’t earned it yet. I hadn’t earned a “Yes, I’m yours.” I hadn’t earned, “I love you, Tommy” yet. But I would.

After making love, we just stayed in bed, her in my arms, for the longest time. It was funny to think of it as “making love” instead of fucking, like it’d always been, but I guess my mindset had started to shift. Did it qualify as making love if it was a little rough? To me it did. I loved her and I wanted her. I was expressing that love and that hunger with my body.

She cuddled into me and drew circles on my arm and then my back with her fingertips and then I did it back and she squirmed. She made me feel like a teenager. A horny teenager who couldn’t get enough of her and who, in that moment at least, didn’t care if it was vanilla, chocolate, or blackjack berry thunder as long as it was with her.

“You’re very ticklish,” I told her. “I like how you squirm against me when I tickle you.”

She blushed and batted her eyelashes at me.

“Why don’t we warm up those sandwiches and eat and then we’ll go fishing?” I suggested and tapped her on the ass. She smiled and stretched.

I got out of bed and popped the bag into the microwave. She got up and put a new pair of panties on, a sexy silky pair that I’d bought her, put a matching bra on, and then pulled the yellow cotton dress over her head and started hunting for something to put her flowers into. I found her a mason jar that was down in one of the stalls and she cleaned it, put the bouquet in, and then put the yellow strap back around the waist of her dress.

We ate and then I walked her downstairs and pulled out the new fishing rods I’d bought that morning. I bought her a pink one and she thought it was hilarious that it was pink like her new toothbrush. We made our way down to the pond where I put the worm on for her and taught her how to cast. She was a natural; she caught twice as many fish as I did, but wouldn’t touch the worm or the fish. I finally grabbed her as she muttered “one more cast” for the fifth time and carried her back to the barn over my shoulder.

“We’ve been fishing all day. We have reservations, no more casts.”

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