Page 71 of Between Love and Loathing
Maybe my body wanted it even more. To be healthy. To be living my fullest life. To be taking what I wanted without waiting for an okay. Without waiting to see if I’d have a flare up, without tiptoeing through things. It was a confession I’d not even admitted to myself yet. I was trying to hard to hold on to what I was making here that I wouldn’t even call the freaking doctor. I wanted nothing to change which was why I was so mad he’d changed my apartment.
I was just becoming me and he’d disturbed that.
I swung open my door and stomped down the hallway to his study. I didn’t even knock as I pushed through the entrance.
There he sat, Dominic Hardy, glasses and a smirk on his face as he pumped himself once. His cock completely bared to me, long, hard, thick and throbbing. I gulped as I stood there. Seeing Dominic Hardy in the world he’d created for himself, surrounded by beautiful carved white crown moldings, all the books had been turned with the pages facing out too, all white. The black bookcase holding all of the books in their rightful place. His desk was glass, his chair black leather. Everything, black and white, clean, precise.
Dominic Hardy wanted a world devoid of color, and I stood there in the middle of this study bursting with it. “Should I go?” I whispered.
“I don’t know, Clara,” he said pointedly. “Should you?”
He’d instigated me taking more control lately, and I realized I appreciated it. “No. I won’t go.”
“Good. You leave, I’ll drag you right back here anyway.” He looked down and I followed his line of vision, whimpering at the sheer size of him, large and full, completely ready to fuck someone. “See what you do to me, Clara? Even when you’re mad in your room, I’m out here thinking about fucking you. I can’t seem to think about anything else.”
“Then, maybe you should do it.”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” he growled, his muscles tense, his eyes so dark and piercing, I should have been scared. “Don’t you see that if I do that, cupcake, I’ll never come back from it?”
I shook my head. “I don’t understand.”
“This isn’t real. I’ll never be able to give you the real damn thing, Clara, but I get a small taste of you, and it’s all I think about.” He shook his head, his forearm flexing as he gripped himself harder. My nipples puckered, and my pussy clenched just watching. My mind was lost to him. I took another step into the study. “Stay where you are,” he commanded, his voice loud enough that it bounced around the room. “You stay right there, and you watch. Watch what you’ve done to me.”
I could see the sheen of sweat forming on his forehead, could see the veins protruding now from his thick, long cock, could see how the pre-cum gathered into a drop that pebbled and dripped from him. My breath came faster as he picked up the pace. “I want to touch you, Dominic.”
“Come here. Come sit on my desk.” When I listened and then tried to reach for him, he rolled his chair back enough that I couldn’t. “You’ll watch me first, little fighter. Watch and touch yourself for me.”
“What?” I whispered. Gone was my shame or pride. I wanted him and I was going to get him here and now even if it was only once. “You can’t be serious. I want you to fuck me—”
“You know how long it takes to build something to perfection? Years. Took me years to build that resort, years to rebuild this place, and I’m building this between us now. Here, you don’t fight me. You listen.”
I whimpered with his command but obeyed anyway. He was a sight to see, unraveling in a place he’d probably worked so tirelessly to create with control. For Dominic to lose it, that was the true masterpiece that no one, not even me, could pass up.
I’d given up a lot for the sake of others, but here I was going to be greedy. My hand slid up my thigh as I watched his thumb roll over the head of his cock.
“That’s it. Touch yourself for me, Clara. Tell me if my pussy is wet. Lift your shirt.” I lifted it enough for him to see my damp underwear. His jaw tensed and his other hand went to my thigh. He gripped it tight as he murmured, “Push them to the side.”
I was already losing control with him so close, right between my legs. When he shoved my thigh further over, my legs were almost fully spread for him. Then, he rolled his chair between us and I did as I was told because my clit was throbbing, aching, and begging for relief. My fingers brushed over it, and I immediately gasped, my eyes closing.
“Eyes on me, little fighter. Show me how you touch yourself when you’re thinking of me.”
“You don’t know if I always think of—”
“Don’t lie, Clara.” He didn’t even give me time to finish. “Go on. Slide a finger in. Moan my name, baby.”
My eyes were locked on his as I did. My other hand drifted to my breast to squeeze as I arched and moaned his name, rolling my hips to give him the same show he gave me.
He encouraged me. “Look at how you play with your own pussy for me. Such a good girlfriend, aren’t you? That body belongs to me.” I shook my head no and felt the hum of disagreement he let out before he stood from his chair. He hovered over me before he murmured, “You belong to me.”
When I shook my head again, biting my lip to keep from agreeing with him immediately, his eyes darkened with possessiveness, with what I thought might be anger.
“Say it, Clara.” This time one of his hands threaded through my hair and yanked it to turn my gaze up to his. “Say it.”
“I’m yours… only for a little while.” I pushed him because he deserved it. He’d pushed me into his house, and I was going to push all his buttons while I was here.
“Fuck. Don’t goad me right now,” he whispered against my neck before he bit and licked it.
“I’m giving you brutal honesty, like you give everyone else.”
