Miss Taken

by Cleo Scornavacca

  KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

  “NOT NOW!”

  I open the door to find the room completely destroyed. Glass everywhere. Holes in the walls and the table and chairs turned over. Dominick’s eyes are pitch black voids. He’s breathing like a rabid dog. Our eyes meet. His jaw and fists clench.

  “WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO?” He’s lethal.

  Frozen, I say nothing. I’m in utter shock that he talked to me the way he just did. Before I know what’s happening, Dominick’s yanking the bags with his dinner out of my hands and flinging the contents all over the floor. The pumpkin I was carrying tumbles out of my grasp and explodes on the ground with the rest of the mess.

  “YOU DON’T EVER LEAVE ME. YOU ARE MINE!”

  Then he lifts me off the floor and shoves me against the wall. I scream, not because it hurt, but because of the shock. Dominick holds my jaw.

  “FUCKING ANSWER ME, RAIN! WHERE WERE YOU?”

  I look at him and my eyes fill with tears. Just a few hours ago I had my body wrapped around his. Now these same arms that held me close are restraining me in a confrontational manner.

  “I went to the market for food, so I could surprise you with dinner tonight. I know how hard you are working today. So I was going to serve you my chili after you finished all of your work.” My tears falling like a waterfall down my face, but I don’t cry out loud.

  “Shit.” He mutters in disgust realizing how he acted. He lets go of me in slow motion. Then he runs his hands over his face and through his hair.

  I look away from him and hug myself. My eyes are focused on the mess. I can’t fathom that one man could do all of this damage in such a short amount of time. After a few moments to collect myself, I look up into his eyes. They are calm now, but they haven’t softened. It’s going to take more time for him to settle down.

  I smirk and let out a small chuckle. “Are you happy now Dominick?” Shaking my head as I kick the remains of the pumpkin clear across the room and walk out angry, not saying another word, heading straight for my bedroom. Once there I lay down and begin to cry, but now my tears are no longer silent. After some time I cried myself out. My body is achy and raw. I am so pissed at him.

  Rising from the bed I decide a shower will make me feel somewhat better. I need to shake the day’s events off of me. I’m sore and tired, totally spent. I’m hoping the hot water will wash away the anger. Once in the bathroom, I turned the shower on and continue to remove my clothes. First, my top, then my jeans, panties and finally, my bra. I’m just about to retreat into the shower stall when I turn to find Dominick standing there. He seems like a lost little boy. He’s uneasy, almost awkward. Not sure what he should do or say. I’m still pissed off, and somewhat afraid to move. Being naked in front of him, I feel vulnerable for some odd reason. I mean we’ve seen each other’s bodies before so why am I feeling like this with him now? I try to cover my body with my arms. Sensing my unease, he crosses the room and reaches me in three strides. Cradling my face, he kisses me. It’s so intense, but there isn’t any tongue, he inhalation is drinking me in. Only his lips are touching mine in a very needy way. He draws me into an embrace as he inhales deeply again. His movements act as if he can’t get close enough.

  He whispers in my ear. “I want inside of you.” He buries his head in my neck and starts to cry.

  I wrap my arms around him, trying to soothe him. “No, baby, don’t. Don’t cry. I’m still here.” Apparently, he takes this as his cue to go further.

  He’s still clinging on to me, but says nothing. I gently reach for the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head. Letting him know that I am right here with him. I really don’t understand where these mood swings are coming from. Dominick always appears confident and in control. This isn’t at all like him. I don’t know him well but from what I observed this just doesn’t seem like the powerful man that I have come to know. Could this behavior stem from Dominick’s past with his father? Or is it just the events of the past couple of weeks that are beginning to wreak havoc with him emotionally? I will pursue this further but not now. Not when we both need each other.

  My nipples hardened when they lightly brushed against his chest. He unbuckles his pants and takes them off, along with his underwear. He takes a deep breath and lifts me gently as if I could break. Maybe he feels I can after what had happened earlier. Then he carries me into the shower and puts me down under the endless stream of water.

  The shower is warm and really relaxes my body instantly as I knew it would. I turn and kiss his mouth lightly. When I bring my head back I can see he is studying me intently. His jaw tightens. I know what he needs without him asking. I lower my eyes and find my focus on the center of his tight chest. Then I begin placing kisses strategically down his body very slowly. I reach his left nipple and circle my tongue around the tight nub. He groans as I place my mouth over the mound, my tongue continues to swirl and suck on it. I give the other nipple equal attention. With my hands flat on his chest I slowly lower myself down his rock hard torso. When I finally reach his erection, I wrap my hand around his throbbing cock to guide him into my mouth. He takes a sharp jagged breath in and places both of his hands flat against the shower wall. I suck him harder. He moves and his thrusts meet my mouth.

  “Shit, Rain, Don’t stop, baby. Take me deeper into your mouth.”

  I became wet from Dominick’s words alone. My body begins to tighten as I continue to devour him. I’m not at all ashamed of my actions. It seems almost natural to want to please him and comfort him in this way. I never felt like this before.

  I release him and lick around the crown of cock while stroking him firmly. A bead of pre-cum is released. I place my lips on the tip kissing him there. After licking up the salty liquid, I open my mouth and swallow him whole. Dominick’s breathing has shortened dramatically as he grabs my hair and buries himself further into my mouth. His cock is straining and I know he is about to come.

  When he does it’s thick and hot. I take in all he has to offer. It’s very empowering for me to do this to him. When he is complete, he immediately lifts me off of my knees.

  “I want to taste me on you.” He declares in a rough whisper.

  Leaning in, he’s kissing me as he lowers his hand between legs and starts to rub my clit. He pulls away and regards me intently then his body is slowly lowering itself down to follow his hand. He’s kneeling in front of me, kissing my pussy, making me more aroused, if that’s even possible. He licks me like he’s kissing my mouth. My knees give way and I sink to the floor. Knees bent and spread wide. Dominick continues to indulge in me. A familiar pressure builds. He’s kissing and licking me like a man that is starving. All the stimulation is making my core too sensitive. It feels so good to have him soothe the throbbing that is between my legs. Dominick is taking his time with me. I love that he is so attentive and that he knows what I like. My body instinctively presses and rubs up and down his eager mouth. I whimper as I place my hands in his hair. His warm tongue is gently soothing my hard bump when he inserts two fingers to have access to my sweet spot. As I begin to tighten around him, he knows I’m ready and becomes more aggressive in his pursuit to make me come. I writhe until I peak and hit my climax. I scream out to Dominick while he continues to work me and soothe my trembling swollen sex.

  As my body and mind return to the present, Dominick helps me up, pulling me close to him and hugging me tightly. It seems as though he can’t stand the loss of contact. We are so close but still worlds apart. The sex between us is always right but the tension is not completely gone. I need to try to fix this. I opt to take a sponge and wash him. Thinking the intimacy in my actions will help soothe him. As I continue to slide the sponge over his body, his muscles finally relax. I run the sponge down his arms, then take his hands washing the cuts that have surfaced and are slightly inflamed by the heat of the water but also due to the force of the actions that he engaged in earlier in the dining room.

  He then takes the sponge from me. He washes my body
as I did his, but I notice that his free hand has found my fingers and has curled around them refusing to let go. He slides the sponge between my legs to clean me up. I close my eyes because the closeness between us is overwhelming me. Once done I suggest we get out as the water is starting to turn cold.

  “Come on, Dominick, let’s get out of here. It’s all good now.” Speaking softly. We step out into the bathroom. He covers me in a big robe. He wraps a towel around his waist. I grasp his hand and he follows me to the bedroom. Getting onto my bed, I yank him to me. He looks nervous, wondering what I may say to him.

  “Baby, all you had to do was ask me calmly where I went. No more outbursts. You scared me. I left you a note and I had my phone with me if you needed to call. I definitely would have answered you, Dominick. You need to contact Gerard and give him his job back. It’s not his fault. It’s all going to be okay. I promise.” I tried my best to soothe him. I don’t want this lingering tension to keep hanging around.

  “I didn’t know what to do, Rain. I thought you left me.” Not completely himself, his vulnerability radiating off him.

  “Baby, I let you inside my body. I’m not walking away that easily.” I kiss his mouth and resting my lips there.

  “I know this started out as an arrangement, Rain, but to me it’s becoming so much more. So much more quickly than I could have ever imagined.” His words hold a promise.

  “That makes two of us, Dominick.”

  There’s a long pause. Then I tilt my head and look at him curiously.

  “Shit, I forgot about your phone.” My laughter erupts and so does his.

  Yesterday started and ended better than the nasty confrontation that had taking place in the middle of the day when I left to go food shopping of all things. Dominick still didn’t seem like himself though. He was tossing and turning much of the night. I asked if he was okay and he told me that everything was fine and to go back to sleep. Of course I didn’t believe him for minute but I didn’t press the issue. He was very distracted when he left for work in the morning and I didn’t hear from him all day.

  I started the chili that I was originally supposed to make yesterday. Anna was very helpful in showing me where everything is in the kitchen. I left the chili to cook and asked Anna if she could keep an eye on it for me because I had heard Joseph mention that there were a school of dolphins in the area along the shore where Dominick’s home is, so I thought I would take Max out and get some photos in the process. She sweetly agreed and I grab my gear and headed down to the water with Max in tow.

  It’s so clear outside. A perfect day to get the shots I need. Now hopefully the dolphins will cooperate. I take some candid pictures of Max running in the surf and lazily rolling in the sand. All together the day is a sweet success. A few shots of the dolphins and a tremendous amount of Max. I smile all the way back to the house. Once I reach the patio, I see Dominick standing there. He looks handsome and powerful in his black pinstriped suit. Dominick’s body is built well. So he definitely wears the suit. It doesn’t wear him. He’s distracted. Looking off into the distance at the water behind me. I know something isn’t right because he made no effort to acknowledge me at all. Now what? These moods swings of his are really throwing me for a loop.

  I step onto the patio to greet him. Walking up to him and kissing him happily on his cheek. He turns to me and briefly smiles. It’s a glimpse of a smile. It never reaches any other part of his face so I know it’s fake. I’m almost afraid to ask him what’s wrong now, but what choice do I have? I’m not going to do this all night. This is way too emotionally exhausting. The constant changes in his mood and attitude have got to stop.

  I place my equipment down and ask “Dominick, what’s going on?”

  He hesitates and shakes his head. “Rain, I can’t do this. I can’t keep you here and ask you to do this for me any longer. It’s unfair to you. I could’ve really hurt you yesterday. I don’t know why I went so crazy. Well, I do know why. I did it because I wanted you with me and I was pissed that you would have left after being in my bed. I need to find another way to get your father to give me my dad’s share of the business. I’ve used you for far too long.”

  He used me is the part of the his statement that I focused on.

  “Holy Shit! Darian was right. I didn’t want to believe her. I thought she was lying because she wanted to be in your bed, but she was right. You took what you wanted and now because I don’t fit your plan anymore, you’re discarding me like a piece of shit. Or maybe you realize you want her more. Is that it Dominick? You’d rather be fucking her instead of me? If that’s the case just act like a fucking man and say it!”

  My eyes are starting to sting with my impending tears. He’s regarding me, but not saying a word. It’s getting hard to swallow. I turn and walk into the house towards my room and he follows me. I whip around to face him and he stops and tilts back off balance. Not expecting my abrupt movement.

  “Just get out. Get out of my bedroom, Dominick. I should have known this would happen. It always does. Men want women like Raven, like Darian for that matter. They’re strong and powerful. They play games and they’re good at it. Men like you are always attracted to the drama. To the bullshit. I can’t do that. I won’t do that. This is me. This is what you get. Yet it appears to not be good enough for you. I am so glad I found this out now before I got in too deep with you.” As much as I said what I said. I’m already in too deep.

  “Rain, it isn’t like that. I thought long and hard all night. I’m volatile. When we’re together I need control. I need to control you. I lose it when you aren’t doing what I think you should be doing. It’s better if we’re not together. I’m a very selfish man, Rain. You must have figured that out by now.”

  I smirk. I didn’t know why I found this slightly amusing.

  “My whole life I’ve been under the control of others. So, yes, you’re right I can’t deal with someone controlling me. I get it. You need control. I get it more than you will ever know. I’m the one person who can really understand you and connect with you. Now you are the one who isn’t giving it a chance.”

  Just then my phone buzzes. It’s Raven. She has perfect timing. Dominick didn’t want me to pick it up. Fuck him. I answered it anyway.

  “Hi Raven, I was wondering when you were finally going to call me back.”

  “Rain, what the hell is going on with you?” She sounds pissed.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Michael ran into Darian Mann and she said you’re sleeping with Vincent’s son, Dominick. Is that true, are you sleeping with Dominick Kane?” She is sounding somewhat more worried than mad.

  “Wow, Darian works fast. By the way, how is it that you know Vincent had a son and I didn’t?” Dominick’s eyes were glued to mine.

  “Shit, so it is true. You’re sleeping with him.”

  “I’m asking you a question Raven. How is it that everyone knows about Dominick but me?”

  “I didn’t know Dominick Kane was Vincent’s Son. Yet when all this gossip started coming out of Darian’s mouth, I went to dad.

  “Raven you didn’t tell dad did you?” I began to panic.

  “No! Of course not! I figured I’d get the scoop on him from dad then speak to you. Rain I’m your sister. I wouldn’t do that to you. I know how dad can be. I know how hard it is for you. I love you Rain.”

  My heart melted. “I love you more. “What did dad say?”

  “He just said that Vincent was apart from his son since he was very young. That they never had any sort of father/son relationship. So I am going to ask you again, Are you sleeping with him?”

  “Listen, Raven, I’m a grown woman. Who I fuck is my business.”

  Dominick looks at me because the term ‘fuck’ doesn’t appear to suit him. Too bad. That’s all it is to him and now he’s going to get all sensitive on me. Not my problem. I won’t hold back on what I say any longer.

  “What’s Dad going to say about this when he finds out? My li
ttle conversion with dad didn’t tell me much. What it did tell me is dad is not giving me the full story on Dominick Kane. Dad also seemed like he didn’t care for Dominick as a lawyer or a human being. This is not going to sit well with him, Rain.”

  “Who care what Dad thinks? Sorry, I do care what he thinks but what is he going to do? Start managing my fuck buddies? C’mon Raven, how much more shit should I deal with? I gave in to all the crazy nonsense in my childhood. I’m not going to live with this anymore.”

  “Listen Rain, I know what you dealt with. I know it was from the heart but I also know it was wrong. I just don’t want there to be a repeat of what happened with Marcello.”

  I was silent. I closed my eyes remembering another not so wonderful time in my life that also involved a difficult man.

  “Are you there, Rain?”

  “Don’t worry about me. This is nothing like what happened between me and Marcello. Not even close.”

  Dominick looks concerned and more than a little curious as to whom Marcello was. By the look on his face Dominick must think I never had any other relationships. That’s where he’s dead wrong.

  “Raven, I’m with Dominick for now. When I get back home and if we’re still together then and only then will I tell Dad. No need to worry him if things don’t work out.”

  “Okay Rain, I trust you know what you’re doing. Listen, Michael says Kane is a real viper and not just in the courtroom. He just didn’t know that Dominick was Vincent’s son. So don’t you think that a man who keeps his identity from the people closest to his father for all these years has something to hide? Please Rain, you have to be careful. You can’t possibly know him well enough yet. I’m worried he will break your heart.”

  “You’re right I really don’t know him at all, but don’t worry, Raven, my heart isn’t in any danger of being broken by Dominick Kane. Our relationship hasn’t progressed that far yet. I don’t know if it ever will. So please stop worrying.” I plead with her.