Page 57 of Dominant

He pulled on my hand, navigating a route through the crowd and dragging me away from Stephanie, who gave me a knowing wink.

We turned down a hallway, where four people were lined up for the bathroom.

“Fuck!” exclaimed Matt/Mike, with real frustration. His anger kind of harshed my vibe.

“Let’s go somewhere else,” I suggested. “Maybe the stairwell?”

He looked at me like I was crazy. “People use the stairwell.”

Even better, I thought naughtily to myself, but Matt/Mike grabbed my hand and pulled me further down the hallway into one of the bedrooms. The bed was stacked high with coats but the room was empty, and I closed the door behind us, giving him a meaningful look as I closed the distance between us.

Mike… Matt… looked nervous, like he wasn’t sure what he should be doing, so I leaned forward to kiss him. He returned the kiss too eagerly, lips and tongue somehow everywhere at once, going too deep, too hard, and too fast, and after a minute I pulled my head away, worried his kissing was going to ruin the vibe for me.

I reached for his zipper and pulled it down, sliding my hand between his briefs and his skin and wrapping my hand around his cock. He was hard already, and he stood unmoving as I moved my hand up and down, as if he was afraid that if I noticed him there, I might stop. As if this transaction existed solely between his cock and me, and he was only a voyeur.

“Tell me what you want to do to me,” I murmured, squeezing the base of his cock and cupping his balls. “Tell me how much you want to fuck me.”

He laughed nervously. “Uh… a lot?”

“How? Tell me,” I insisted. I bent towards his neck, breathing just under his earlobe and then flicking it lightly with my tongue. “Do you want to fuck me hard? Do you want me to be a good girl for you, Daddy?”

He laughed again. “Oh my God. Wow.”

“Say something dirty, Mike.” I wanted him to participate in the game. But it was starting to feel too much like every other hook-up I’d had before Alexander - drunk, fumbling, sloppy… amateur.

“Jesus,” he chuckled, a mean edge creeping into his voice. “It’s Matt, remember? How drunk are you?”

I was definitely losing interest in this game. “Drunk enough to fuck you,” I shrugged.

He wrapped his fingers around my wrist, pulling my hand out of his pants.“You shouldn’t go up to strange guys at parties and ask if they want to fuck you, you know.” He frowned and shook his head. “Jesus, you could get raped. You’re lucky it was me this time.”

“Okay,” I stepped back, slipping my wrist out of his grasp, and turning for the door. This had definitely stopped being fun.

“Wait a sec!” He reached for my arm and grabbed my wrist again, and I tried to pull it away. He held on tight. “Holy fuck, calm down. What is wrong with you?”

“Let go of me,” I said slowly and deliberately. The buzz from the tequila was quickly wearing off.

“I just want to talk to you,” he said through gritted teeth.

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