The Dominator

by Prince, DD

  “Tia.”

  “I can’t,” she said.

  “Fine. Then it’s rocky road, baby girl.”

  She remained still but with a resigned look.

  While I usually preferred rocky road sex to vanilla sex, tonight I wanted her to submit to me without a fight. It was a first. I wanted cool, creamy, sweet vanilla from her. As creamy and sweet as the lacy bra and panties she was wearing. I wanted her to respond to me awake the way she’d been doing when she was asleep. And I wanted her to moan for me, to wrap her arms around me, to voluntarily kiss me, to moan my name. It was bizarre but it was what I’d been craving all day.

  “But I can’t,” she said again to the ceiling.

  I shrugged and stood up and she took a step back. I took a step forward and she backed up some more. I reached out and grabbed her panties at the hips and then hooked my thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down while simultaneously pulling her closer. I caught a whiff of her throat, her hair. My nose touched her jaw and I inhaled her scent deeply, then caught the band of her bra in one hand and snapped it unclasped. I pulled it off her and then gave her ass a hard slap, making her thrust forward against me. I liked that. I slapped her ass again, then grabbed it and squeezed. She whimpered and took a tumble but I caught her by the hips. She reached up like she was going to slap me in the face but I caught her wrist in my left hand and then slapped her ass again with my right. It sent her breasts right against me and I pulled her tight against me and squeezed her ass cheeks and dug my fingertips in, eliciting a squeal from her. I loosened my grip. Before she had a chance to back away again, I heaved her up into my arms and carried her the few paces back to the bed. I quickly fastened her left arm to my headboard with the bra and grabbed the tank top from the bed and fastened her other arm to the headboard with that. She was panting, I could see that she was freaked right out, and I was so fucking hard it felt like I could blow my load any second. I took a few steadying breaths.

  “Look at you now. You could’ve cooperated but now look what we’ve had to do. Put you in your place. Looks like your place is here, tied to my bed, baby girl. You’re exactly where you belong.”

  She wouldn’t look at me. She looked fucking beautiful naked and tied to my headboard and I couldn’t wait to sink into her. I leaned over and my tongue flicked over a nipple and she gasped and pulled on the restraints. Both of her nipples were rock hard.

  “You’re not going anywhere. Not ever,” I said. Her face was filled with horror at my words. It was as if until tonight she thought of this as a problem that she just had to figure out the solution to and now she knew that I was serious about this game and that I was 100% in charge. I licked her nipple again and then blew on it gently, watching goose bumps rise on her skin.

  “Do you not want this” I asked innocently.

  She shook her head vehemently.

  “No?” I prodded.

  She shook her head again, “Of course I don’t.” She was speaking all breathy and her eyes were wide.

  “Tell you what,” I said, “If I touch your pussy and it’s not wet, I’ll untie you and let you go to sleep.”

  She swallowed hard and squeezed her eyes shut tight. I watched her chest heave up and down for a moment.

  “But if you’re wet when I put my fingers inside you, after I fuck you good and hard you wrap your body tight around me for the rest of the night and you kiss me goodnight first. You don’t make me ask for it. Deal?”

  “You’re a pig. Sick in the head,” she spat.

  I smiled, “We’ve already established that. So let’s see here.”

  I put my index finger to her bottom lip and tugged it downward so that when I let go her mouth was in a sexy pout. She moistened her lips, sucked in her bottom lip, and fixed her eyes on the ceiling.

  “Look at me,” I demanded and pulled at her chin until she did.

  I gave my best smoldering look and a little smile as my finger trailed down her throat, between her breasts, and then darted back up and circled a nipple. Then my finger resumed its journey downward, slowly, just below her navel. She was holding her breath but she was still looking at me. Her nipples were rock hard.

  I trailed my finger further, down her pelvis and then stopped over her clit. I exerted a little pressure on it and watched as her eyes changed, pupils grew larger. She was so inexperienced and totally enthralled, so easy to seduce. I could feel the air charge with electricity. She wanted to fight, she’d tried to will her body to find what I was doing repulsive, but it wasn’t working.

  I drew light tiny clockwise circles with my index finger on her clit and then flicked my wrist and plunged two fingers into her hard and fast and fuck me but she was soaked.

  Tia

  When his fingers drove into me I saw white light in my mind. I was dizzy with arousal. What on earth was wrong with me? This was the enemy here. This was the man holding me captive, a man who’d been playing games with me the last few days, and who was now getting this kind of response from my body. I was mortified. Mortified didn’t even begin to describe it.

  He didn’t look at me with smugness after getting his fingers into me so easily. Instead it was like someone had struck a match and his whisky-colored eyes were suddenly on fire.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he told me and then he kissed me. He kissed me hard, possessively, and then he was leaning over me, bracing himself in a one-handed push-up stance, and in a split second, his fingers were gone and his cock was there instead. He pushed it in hard and smiled possessively at me.

  “This?” he reached between us and rubbed my clit, “Mine.”

  I tried to pull away but was stuck, restrained. Pulling only made the material cut into my wrists. He kissed behind my earlobe and grabbed a nipple and squeezed it hard. I whimpered.

  “And this is mine,” he said into my ear and then sucked on my lobe while tweaking the nipple. Then he wedged that hand under my bottom and squeezed a cheek, “Your ass… your sexy little ass… soooo mine.”

  I was breathing hard and my heartbeat was so fast. He started to pick up his rhythm and pushed hard and deep into me over and over. Then his hand caressed my face and he kissed me sweetly, “These sexy lips are mine, too.” I think I started to kiss him back, I don’t know. My head was fuzzy, almost like I was drunk or something. I felt like my body was all nerve endings and they were all buzzing, alive with sensation.

  “Oh yeah, kiss me baby,” he said.

  Shit, I guess I had kissed him back. Shit, shit! He started rubbing my clit again and I started to feel the sensations rise up. Oh no. I’m going to have an orgasm. And he’s going to think I like this. He’s going to think tying me to his bedpost is the sort of thing I like. I don’t like this and I don’t want this, like AT ALL, so why is my body responding like this? Why don’t I just spit in his face?

  Maybe it was because I knew couldn’t stop my body from responding. My arms over my head, tied to the headboard, I was suddenly not pulling any longer. I was limp, letting sensation take over.

  I’d been fighting so hard, trying so hard to hold myself together, to think about how to get out of this in a way that wouldn’t endanger me or my Dad, to not show him how weak I really felt, but right now, having my arms tied… it made it easier to deal with this. It was easier to let him make me come because I had no choice. It didn’t make sense but it made total sense. I had no choice. He was going to make me come. The sooner I let myself feel it, the sooner it’d be over. I didn’t have to fight. Fighting was futile.

  Sensation crested for a second and then came back and overflowed and I moaned hard as the shudder wove its way through my every cell. I went from tight and trembling to lax but still trembling. I let the sensations just take over.

  He started to plunge harder and faster and harder and faster, and then he had my head in his grasp and he was kissing me and pulling my hair a little, and then he grunted my name as he spilled into me.

  “Yeah Tia! Oh fuck, baby,” he said and then trai
led kisses from my lips to my chin, and downward until his mouth landed right on my girlie parts and he kissed gently on my clit and then nuzzled in. I was gob smacked. He leaned up and started untying my wrists. My arms were numb.

  He pulled me against him and I started to shiver. The blankets were all on the floor. He didn’t take the shivering as a cue to get them.

  “Blanket?” I rasped, my voice barely a croak.

  “Naw,” he answered huskily, “You can use my body to keep warm.”

  I was shivering and my teeth started to actually chatter. I think I was in shock. He pulled me tighter to his body and wrapped his arms around me and after a few minutes I actually sunk in to his warmth. I had no choice. I had to close my eyes and get away from these intense emotions I was having. He rubbed up and down my rear end. I still had welts there and it felt bruised, hurt so much to have them touched. I whimpered.

  “Go to sleep, baby. I’ll keep you warm,” he whispered and kissed my temple.

  Good god. I was coming undone. Another stitch gone.

  Tommy

  I woke up first in the morning and she was wrapped around me, her head on my chest, her left hand under my shoulder blade and her right arm draped around me. I’d be thinking about last night all day. Thinking about what I’d do to her tonight. I could do her right now, actually, but I’d overslept and had an early meeting to dash to. I rolled away and got the comforter from the floor and wrapped it around her. Her eyes opened and for a split second she stared at me dreamily. Then it was as if she realized who I was and who I wasn’t. Her expression dropped and her eyes frosted over. I felt a pang in my chest. I pushed it away.

  “See ya later, sweet girl. Be good.” I tucked her in and kissed her forehead. Then I headed to the shower. She was buried under blankets as I got back out so she was either asleep or hiding from me. I got dressed in the walk-in closet and then left the room.

  ** ** **

  I called Sarah at noon, “What’s she doing?”

  “She’s in bed.”

  “Still?”

  “Mmm, hmm,” She sounded judgmental, “Red eyes. Won’t talk.”

  “I’ll be home at 6 to pick her up and take her out. Make sure she’s ready. I’ve called over to Donna’s for a dress and shoes and things for her. Help her, yeah?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her reply was laced with sarcasm.

  I hung up. Fucking Sarah thought she had a right to interfere. I waved at the barista to bring me a refill.

  Tia

  Ms. Martinez, Sarah, was standing over me and telling me I had to get up and get dressed. She had a garment bag draped over her arm and was holding two department store bags, too.

  “You and Tommy have a date tonight.” she beamed at me, “I’ve run you a bath. Go bathe, shave your legs and underarms, and shampoo and then I’ll help you get ready with your hair and make-up. I’ll get some teabags to get the puffiness out of those eyes. I saw the dress and it looks like he’s taking you somewhere nice! It’s from a shop owned by a friend of the family and you’re going to look so gorgeous, Chiquita.” She clapped her hands together.

  Was she for fricking real?

  She left the room and I slowly got to my feet. I got a head rush. I wandered into the bathroom. I couldn’t sit in the bath. It was hot. Too hot for my sore ass and it’d definitely make my scraped up knees hurt, too. Just as I was about to climb in the shower stall, she rushed into the bathroom and stopped in her tracks when she saw my naked rear end.

  “Do you mind?” I breathed, grabbing a towel and covering myself.

  Her face contorted, “Who did that to you? Was that---” she stopped and her hand covered her mouth.

  I didn’t answer her. I got into the stall and shut the door. She left in a huff. Rule number two was to keep my mouth shut. I didn’t need another punishment. I got in the shower and tried to get myself clean but I didn’t feel clean. At all. No amount of soap and running water could erase what he’d done to my body and my mind in the past few days.

  After my shower, Sarah quietly blow dried my hair and then put it in hot rollers and put makeup on my face. She cleaned the now chipping red nail polish off my fingers and toes and then did a French manicure on both. Then she threaded my eyebrows like a pro.

  The results were as professional-looking as any salon I’d ever been at. Not that I’d been to many but they did look great. Not that I cared about looking good for Tommy. I was in a red slip dress and kitten heeled black sandals that were thankfully not nearly as high as the fuck-me shoes I’d worn to grad. I didn’t want to look good for him; I wanted to be invisible to him. I wished I was in a burlap sack and yellow rubber rain boots so he wouldn’t even look twice at me.

  Sarah had given me some aloe gel with lidocaine to spread on my backside and my rug burn so that it’d help numb me. She hadn’t asked any more questions but her lips were pursed tight when she’d passed me the bottle of gel, and said, “For your…” she motioned to her own behind and said nothing else. When I was ready she beamed, “You’re pretty as a picture.” Sarah glanced at her wristwatch, “Okay, he’ll be here soon. Something to drink first?”

  I shook my head at her. I didn’t have any desire to go out on a date with this guy. How could I be in public and pretend to be okay with all of this? I wondered, idly, if he’d update me on the situation with my Dad, with Rose and Cal. All day yesterday I’d worried about all of them but today I was pretty numb about even that. I was mad at myself, mad for responding to him sexually. I didn’t want to think about it but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Was I some kind of mutant? Was I just in shock from everything that had happened in the past few days? Was it all self-preservation? Maybe I could get away. But what if I failed? What would he do to me then?

  I started to think that all this was all my fault. Karmic justice. I’d always been drawn to romance novels where the hero was roguish, I’d loved the part in Gone with the Wind where Rhett carried Scarlett up to bed against her will and she was all happy in the morning. I’d even once had a kind of rape fantasy and I’d beat myself up for it afterwards. I’d been touching myself, imagining the drummer of my favorite band but it wasn’t all romance in the fantasy. As I’d touched myself my fantasy morphed from him and I in his dressing room having rough hair pulling sex against the wall to the whole band coming in, holding me down, and taking turns. That was the hardest I’d made myself come, ever, and after that, maybe the guilt over that fantasy was why I’d always stopped touching myself when I started to come, culling the orgasm or something. I’d never wanted to let my mind go there after that. I’d told myself that it was so wrong to even fantasize about when that was the sort of thing that happened to real women, women who’d be broken forever after something like that. Was I a mutant for responding to that sort of behavior? Now I was a real woman who was imprisoned in a sexually abusive relationship. Maybe it served me right.

  Tommy

  She stepped out of the house looking gorgeous. Her long dark hair fell in soft waves today and she wore a sexy little red dress with thin straps over her bare shoulders and had bare legs, heeled sandals, and when she got into the passenger seat of my car, my hand instantly travelled up her leg, under her dress.

  She squirmed, red-faced.

  “Don’t be shy. Kiss me.” I leaned over.

  She sat stiffly in the seat and wouldn’t look in my direction.

  Earl and Sarah were standing on the front steps looking at us.

  I gritted my teeth and squeezed her leg a little then whispered, “Kiss me, Athena. My staff are watching.” I glanced at her knees, they were both rug burnt and scabbed over. I felt myself get hard, remembering her on her knees on my bedroom floor.

  She flashed a look of confusion at me and then glanced at Earl and Sarah, then back at me.

  “You actually want everyone to think I’m okay with all of this?” the challenge in her eyes got me harder. Her full lips were bright red and glossy, like raspberries. Juicy-looking raspberries.

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�They know I’m a prisoner here. No one expects me to kiss you.”

  “Kiss me.” I leaned in, “Kiss me now and make it good.” I caressed her cheek gently, “Don’t disappoint me.”

  She swallowed hard, got a supremely pissed off look on her face, then leaned over, raked her fingers through my hair and dragged my mouth to hers. She plunged her tongue into my mouth and she was obviously trying for shock value but then let out a little gasp as my hand travelled up further until I cupped her between the legs.

  “Good girl,” I smirked at her and then let go of her and turned the ignition. She’d summoned courage and had tried to shock me but I’d turned the tables on her. I suppressed the urge to bust up laughing. She seemed like she’d withdrawn into herself as I drove to the restaurant. I decided to help her snap out of it.

  “Your things from the foster home have been brought in. They’re in the basement. You can head down tomorrow and look through them and decide what you need to keep.”

  Her breath caught, “Okay.” I knew by her face that she wanted to ask me questions. She didn’t. She just sat there, hands folded in her lap, staring ahead.

  “Your foster parents have been debriefed,” I offered.

  Her head snapped to my direction, “They know the truth?”

  “As much as they need to know. They know that you’ve moved in with me. They know who I am and they know not to ask questions.”

  She swallowed hard, “Please tell me that you haven’t threatened them.”

  “They’ve been cautioned against contacting you or anyone else about the matter.”

  She looked lost in thought for the rest of the drive. She hadn’t asked me about her father, the piece of shit. Maybe she knew enough to know he wasn’t worth the trouble of asking. I hadn’t done anything about him yet. I was quietly having him tailed by my PI and looking into his past first, finding out what he and my father had a beef about. Then I’d decide what to do about him.

  I pulled into the restaurant parking lot and turned the car off, “There’s something else.”