The Dominator

by Prince, DD

  She was here, in the shower with me, voluntarily, happy to see me, her arms around me. I flinched at first as she’d come in so quietly it startled me when I felt her reach around and put both of her arms around my waist. She put her cheek on my back and squeezed.

  Seeing her sleeping in my bed when I got home gave me the oddest most possessive but yet happy feeling, like the first time I’d come in and found her sleeping in my shirt but multiple-fold after all that had happened. Now she’d come to me in the shower. She gave my back a soft kiss. I put my hands on the wall to brace myself because I was a little overwhelmed at that. Then I felt her soaping up my back. I closed my eyes and absorbed it, all of it.

  I was never so tired in my life but I just had to be inside of her. I turned around and got her front up against the wet shower wall and drove inside of her so fast and so hard that I saw a flash of shock in her eyes as I spun her and heard her gasp in surprise as I entered her. The sharp intake of breath was just enough to give me a little tiny bit of that rush I wanted, that I needed.

  Tia

  I wanted to take care of him the way he’d taken care of me the other night because I could see he was exhausted and filthy and I didn’t know if he was traumatized, too.

  But now he was trying to consume me; it really felt like that. He was driving into me hard and kissing the back of my neck, holding my hair off to the side. The harder he pushed and grunted the tighter he pulled at my hair and it wasn’t easy to stay upright in the wet shower. I almost lost my footing and then he caught me and gently took me down to kneeling on the floor of the shower and he got back inside of me from behind and held onto a breast with one hand as he drove in over and over and then reached around and rubbed his middle two fingers around and around my clit.

  It was hard on the knees and all I could do was brace my hands against the slippery wall, reaching up to hang onto the built-in soap dish, but I still went off quickly, feeling that awesome ripple throughout my body and a moment later he finished. For a moment we were both on the floor of the shower. He turned me around and then pulled me onto his lap and just held onto me. He was trembling. I wrapped my arms around him and put my cheek on his head and we stayed sitting on the shower floor like that for a long time before he stopped shaking and pulled us both to standing, reached up and soaped up his body and I shampooed his hair, up on my tiptoes watching him with his eyes closed and his lips parted as my fingers massaged his scalp. Then, after he got under the water and rinsed off, he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me against him and held me for another few minutes under the shower stream. After what felt like forever, he turned the tap off. We left the shower stall and wrapped ourselves in towels and then he took me by the hand and led me to bed.

  I felt like I was too wet to be in bed but had no choice, really, because he pulled me to him and I think he fell asleep three seconds after his head hit the pillow. We slept under the blankets still wrapped in wet towels, with sopping wet hair, and wrapped around one another.

  Tommy

  When I’d gotten home at 4:40 AM my brother was still up, looking like shit and looking a bit flipped out since I walked into my own house with my gun drawn. I’d gotten smuggled across the border, taken a commercial flight home with a fake passport, and then hopped a cab to my storage unit, grabbed a gun, then cabbed it home and greeted Nino at the front gate with my gun drawn. I had to make sure all was okay at home. He’d let me in and tried to convince me that all was well to get me to put the gun away but I didn’t until I saw Dario. When I saw my brother sitting at the kitchen table I knew all was okay. For the moment, at least.

  I’d wanted no one to know when I’d arrive, what flight I was on, when I was on my way. No one got to know anything until I got there. I wasn’t just being paranoid; I was being smart. Who knew who else in our organization had flipped to the enemy’s side and who would seek retribution for what I’d done at Castillo’s? I’d done the job I needed to do and it was done so now I could come home to her and to my empire. If I hadn’t felt like I’d earned this before, which I knew I’d already done, I certainly felt it’d be uncontested now. I saluted him; he put his phone down and looked relieved. I put my gun back into my waistband and I said, “Gotta go to bed, man. Tomorrow, okay?” He nodded, and smiled, “Welcome home, bro. She’s been anxious for you to get back.”

  I’d smiled back and climbed the stairs.

  Now it was morning, no hang on, afternoon --- I’d slept 11 hours, and I had to debrief some people, including Dare, my father, and then get to work to ensure that our own housekeeping was in order, that there weren’t any other traitors around, and that Tia would be safe. Then there was some business to organize based on new developments down south.

  But I wasn’t going to get out of bed --- not yet. Not until I felt her body wrapped around me again, her beautiful green eyes looking at me without fear or contempt. I rolled over and surprisingly found her still there beside me, still asleep. I started to kiss from her collarbone downwards. She opened her legs for me before her eyes even opened, making my groin and my chest ache. She was so fucking perfect and there was no way I’d allow anyone to take her from me again.

  Tia

  What a reunion. And what a morning after. Ho boy; he was all over me, waking me up with his tongue just like that first morning. What a way to wake up! I had a fleeting thought about the fact that he’d eventually want me to reciprocate. I’d never had a problem doing that with Nick or with the few other guys I’d been with but now? After what had happened with that guy in Mexico? I didn’t even know his name. I didn’t want to know. I wanted to forget. There was so much I wanted to forget but so much I didn’t think I could ever put out of my mind completely.

  “Baby?” he was looking up at me.

  I hadn’t realized it but I was crying while he was doing that to me. He settled beside me and pulled me to his chest,

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “Sorry,” I said softly and wiped my eyes with my fingertips.

  “What?” he gave me a squeeze.

  “So much,” I whispered into his chest.

  “Tell me,” he kissed my forehead.

  I was surprised that he had stopped. I was surprised that he was looking at me with so much tenderness.

  “It’s a lot to get into five seconds after waking up.” And I don’t know if I can even say these things to you.

  “Talk. Start somewhere.”

  “I’m still a bit shell shocked, I guess, after what happened. After everything,” I swept my hand back and forth in front of me.

  “Understandable,” he said.

  “I’m overwhelmed and I want, need, answers. Answers about this debt and how it originated and I need to know what’ll happen next. With my dad, with my life. With… you.”

  “Uh huh.”

  “And you. I want to ask you what happened in Mexico but I don’t. I don’t know if you want to talk about it or if I even want to know. It feels like you went to hell and back.”

  He nodded, “I did.”

  “My head is just full.” And I didn’t know how I felt about him, about us but I didn’t know how to articulate that.

  He nodded again, “I’m gonna go get us some coffee, okay? But first I need to do something?”

  “What?”

  “Need to fuck you, baby.” His words sounded harsh but then his mouth turned up in the beginnings of a smile.

  I laughed, “Romance is officially dead.”

  He smiled at me and then raised his brows, “Yeah, isn’t it? For instance, I’ll try not to let it ding my ego too much that my going down on you just drove you to tears. Just let me, like super-fast, if you don’t mind? I promise not to be super-fast too often but this time, I think I just need to...” he pushed his fist forward in the air.

  I laughed harder. He was being so playful. His eyes were filled with light. He looked totally adorable. He was beautiful. Before I knew what I was doing I’d reached to put my palm on his cheek. He needed a sh
ave.

  He pounced on top of me, his eyes full of amusement.

  “Feel free,” I said, “Since you’re here anyway.” I scrubbed my fingers along the stubble at his jaw.

  “Are you giving me permission?” he asked, his eyes darkening and face turning serious. Very serious. I took a deep breath. “I don’t need permission to take what’s mine, do I?” He kissed the palm of my hand and then ran a finger from my elbow up to my throat and then he put his hand over my throat. I swallowed against the space between his thumb and index finger.

  “I’m all about control but baby, I don’t just want it. I need it,” he said, and then waited, hand looser on my throat.

  I nodded slightly, not sure how to process how I felt.

  “I feel out of control right now,” he said, studying me. He had pain in his eyes.

  I swallowed hard and then the silence between us was almost deafening, “Then take it,” I whispered and he studied my face for a minute.

  Then he let go of my throat and kissed me hard and then whispered, “You’re perfect,” then he was inside of me. A few thrusts in and he started to pound harder and faster and I just closed my eyes and absorbed the feel of him. It was exquisite. I let go, let go of emotions, inhibitions, I just let him take what he wanted and it felt so…so freeing.

  He pulled out, flipped me over onto my side and pounded into me from behind and then he grabbed my throat again and held it. He didn’t hurt my throat, he didn’t squeeze, but it was possessive. I started to feel that quickening and then he slowed, culling it. I grabbed the headboard with both hands and held on.

  “Do you want to come?” he whispered in my ear softly, tickling me.

  “Mmm,” I felt goose bumps rise all over my back.

  “Do you?” his voice got huskier and his rhythm slowed.

  “Yeah.”

  “Who do you belong to, Athena?” he drove in deep and grazed my nipple with his thumbnail and then his hand slid up to hold my throat again in a softer hold. His other hand snaked over my hip and then his fingers were on my clit.

  “Who do you belong to? Do you belong to that punk, Nick?”

  “No,” I breathed.

  He rotated his hips while he was inside me, eliciting a groan from me, then twisted my nipple ever so slightly, “Then who?”

  Shivers ran up my body. He had the ridge of my ear in between his teeth, “Who?”

  I rocked against him, “Ah!”

  He pulled out most of the way and then pushed back in hard and I gasped again.

  “Tell me who you belong to,” he said and then he had all my hair in his hand again and he was tugging, gently.

  “I don’t,” I whispered.

  He let out a little growl and then his mouth was at my ear again, “You don’t?” there was warning in his voice.

  “I don’t belong to anyone,” I said softly, feeling a little rush at the idea of this game. Then I bit my lip, swallowed, then added, “Do I?” as innocently as I could muster, though I was feeling far from innocent right now. If I played the game right along with him, maybe it wouldn’t be so scary.

  He took a deep breath and tightened his hold on me, “You’re mine. You belong to me, and you were made for me,” he said, low in his throat, then was pushing deep and slow and deliberately, kissing me all over the back of my neck, my shoulders, “Let me show you.”

  I felt that quickening again and I started circling my hips back against him, loving how deep he was. One of his hands had my hip and his other hand caressed up and down my chest up to my throat and each time he got to my throat he gave a little squeeze, not painful, possessive, I guess. I tipped my head back against him and soaked in the symphony of his fingers, his cock, and his lips, even the way one of his legs had locked around me. I was melting into a puddle of sensation, goose bumps on every square inch of my body, and he started circling around and around my clit. When I started coming he growled, “Who, Athena, who do you belong to?”

  “Ah!” I held my breath and then let out a long “Ohhhhh,” and then slowly floated back to earth. He slapped my ass, making me jolt.

  “You’re a naughty girl,” he murmured into my ear, still driving in deep, “You’re lucky I let you come when you’re so fucking naughty.”

  It felt as if goose bumps rose on top of goose bumps, if that was even possible. He flipped me from my side onto my stomach and I felt him rise up. He grabbed my hip with one hand and my two wrists into his other palm, which was used to pin me while also bracing himself.

  “Ooh, let me wipe that smirk off your face,” he grunted, gritting his teeth and I gasped as he slammed hard into me. Then he started to run his free hand up and down my back while he rotated his hips, pushing hard. He pushed in, then slapped my ass, making me jolt, which I could tell he liked a lot because of the way he grunted. Then it was a succession of slams and slaps and grunts for him and for me, jolts, and moans.

  Super quick? This wasn’t quick at all. It had been going on for a long time and I was getting super exhausted; my legs were still shaky from the orgasm and I was breathless and sweaty, my hair plastered to my cheek. My ass felt like it was on fire.

  “You like this?” he whispered, still pounding into me and tightened his grip around my wrists.

  “Mmm,” I moaned into the pillow.

  “You feel so good,” he told me, “I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy over and over, as much as I want to, and you know why?”

  I groaned.

  “Because you’re mine.” He whispered and he turned me and we were doing it missionary style.

  He let go of a wrist and wiped my hair from my face and held it back then found my lips with his and kissed me tender for a second and then it turned rough.

  He started grunting with every thrust, pulling tighter on my hair. It went on and on and on. I wanted, no needed, to be done, I was sore and exhausted, and thirsty. My ass was on fire. Finally, I whispered, “Tommy,”

  “Baby,” he hummed against my mouth.

  “Come inside me.” I whispered into his mouth.

  He let go of my lips and then his mouth opened and he slowed his pace and then I heard him gasp, I started to tongue his throat and dug my nails into his back. He had a full body shudder as he came inside me. Then he collapsed on top of me and stayed like that for the longest time. I could feel his heartbeat pounding against me and his breath tickled my shoulder. I twisted, feeling a bit crushed, and he rolled off me onto his side. I rolled into him, wrapped my arms around him, and gently trailed my nails up and down his back, just enjoying this closeness, this intimacy. I’d never had anything like this with anyone else. No basking in the afterglow, no dirty talk, nothing even close to this and here I was lying against an insanely beautiful dangerous man who had killed to avenge my abduction, it was crazy of me but it was an insane turn-on.

  I felt guilt underneath desire but there was something so hot about that little game. He liked games, as I could tell from the start, and I was figuring out that maybe if I played along, they weren’t so scary; they were just games.

  “You little vixen,” he murmured against my ear and then bit my earlobe, “You don’t tell me when to come.”

  “Really? Then how come I just did?” I whispered against his pectoral and he slapped my ass hard and for a split second I thought I was in big trouble but then caught the smile on his face and the twinkle in his eyes. I had a face-splitting grin on my face that I couldn’t hide. I looked up at him and he rubbed my bottom where he’d just spanked me. He was looking at me so tenderly I thought my heart might burst.

  After what felt like forever, locked in one another’s gaze, he rolled onto his back a few inches away from me but was still looking at me, though now his expression was unreadable. I flushed under his scrutiny.

  He looked up at the ceiling, finally, and I studied the black tribal tattoo patterns on his arm up to his shoulder. Points, curls, swirls. I looked back at his face. His eyes were still fixed on the ceiling.

  “What’s on
your mind?” I asked.

  “They tried to take you from me and I had to make them pay. They paid. Anyone who tries to take you from me will pay,” he was silent for a moment. I snuggled into him, chewing my cheek, and started to trace the patterns on his shoulder with my finger. Then he continued, “You need to know that life with me won’t be all ice cream with a cherry on top and walks on the beach at sunset. It can’t be. You need to know that sometimes you’re gonna hate my guts because of my need to control everything and because I might take my frustrations out on you in here.”

  I let out a long slow breath.

  He went on, “I’m depraved, Tia and I have a bad temper. I want to own you and control you and I wanted that the minute I was told it was mine but now that you are, you surprised me; I surprised me. I want to make you feel good, too, make you feel safe with me, safe enough to give yourself to me, to wanna be mine. I’ve never wanted that. I want it so much.”

  “I feel safe right now and you just made me feel very good” I whispered, my admission sending chills across my whole body. He gave me a squeeze.

  “I know you didn’t choose this but I can’t give you up. I won’t. Don’t ever, ever ask me to. After things settle down I’ll give you everything, give you a life you’ll want, but with me. But baby, you have to take all of me and there are parts of me you won’t want. Know that other than that, I’ll give you everything you want, everything. Everything except freedom from me.”

  Wow. It was beautiful and awful and fucked up all at the same time. Kind of like him. I was speechless.

  He leaned over me, looking at my face, seeing that I was absorbing what he was saying to me. He looked like he wanted me to say something, or like he wanted to say more, I wasn’t sure. Finally he said, “I have to go. I have to deal with the fall out of Mexico and everything else. Please be a good girl; don’t give me any extra stress today. I need to deal with this and then tomorrow I’ll take the day for us and we’ll go do something together, okay? I have a special place I wanna take you.” He tucked hair behind my ear.