Sweetness

by S Gonzalez

  I stand in the middle of the elevator shocked he just said that out loud. “Private elevator?” I question as I feel desire burning in my stomach. Not being with Dominic for two weeks after having him almost every day for the previous four weeks has made me greedy for his touch.

  “Yeah,” he says, with his back to me as he presses the stop button. When he turns around I can barely blink before he cages me in the corner of the elevator. With his muscular forearms against the wall on either side of my head and his hips pining me against the wall I am not going anywhere.

  “I am never going to make it to the room. I need you right now. I though about fucking you on the stage the second you said yes, but I thought better of it when I realized every dirt bag in the room would be watching my wife screaming my name.” His urgent mouth is hot and needy as his firm lips press against mine. Before this gets out of hand in front of the security cameras, I have to put a stop to this.

  “We are not having sex in the elevator,” I giggle as tickle his ribs to force him back. I duck his arm and push the button back in for the elevator to move. “Patience.”

  “Screw patience. I haven’t been with you for two weeks. That’s as patient as I am willing to get.” Dominic pushes me against the back wall and molds his hard body to mine.

  His smell. The way his breath feels against my neck. The way his erotic words fall out of his mouth while I taste his luscious lips. All these actions at once force my eyes closed as my senses do the tango.

  Just as he is about to hike up my dress, the doors open, telling me that we are either on our floor or someone is getting in. Either way we need to stop before we get caught. I flutter my eyes open long enough to see we are, in fact, on our floor. I grin up at Dominic after I pull him away from my lips by his hair. “See, that wasn’t so hard.”

  Dominic’s pupils dilate, as if he enjoyed my assault. He forces my hand to the crotch of his jeans. “Doesn’t that feel hard to you?”

  On second thought maybe we should just do it right here, right now. The need I have for this man is becoming too much for me to handle. As I pull him out of the elevator he hoists me over his shoulder like a caveman.

  I like.

  I take the key card that is peeking out of his back pocket and reach my hand around to give it to him when stops in front of one of the door. I hear the card slip into the slot followed by the buzzing sound that tells me we can enter. Can’t see much from this angle, but the carpet is nice.

  Once inside the room, Dominic throws me on the bed and removes his boots, socks, pants, and finally his shirt. Once his shirt is over his head I see a large tattoo scrolled down the entire length of his left side, starting just below his armpit and ending at his hip. I hop up on my knees to further inspect what he had done.

  “Oh my, God.” I breathe as I throw my hands up to my mouth. I feel a mixture of shock and amazement.

  It takes Dominic a second to register, but when he realizes what I am looking at he straightens up and his eyes widen. “Shit! I forgot…damn it.”

  “Dom, when did you do that? It’s beautiful.” I pull him toward me, closer to the bed, so I can get a good look. Dominic lays down on his side so I can inspect the artwork in its full glory.

  The expansive colorful work of art displayed is similar to my own. It is a treble clef used as the “S” with, Sweetness, scrolled down his side. His tattoo is much more masculine then mine; it looks as though the word is being ripped out from under his skin and visible only through the tares of flesh. The 3D tattoo looks like it is a part of him and someone had clawed away at his skin to reveal it, allowing bright, colorful musical notes, similar to mine, escape from the skin that is perceived to be torn off. I can’t help but realize the symbolism as I run my finger over the well-defined lines. He often tells me that I got under his skin from the start, and I am the music in his soul.

  Guess he wasn’t kidding.

  “The day you left, when the guys and I went out that morning, we saw a sign for a tattoo convention. When we were walking around I saw my buddy, Mike, there. He did all my other ink so when I told him what I wanted, he was happy to do it. I wanted to show you when I came back, but shit got crazy and you left.”

  I sit back on my knees and fiddle with the hem of my dress, not knowing what to say. Dominic, rolls onto his back and slips his arm behind me. “I’m sorry I ran. I just couldn’t stand the way you looked at me when you found out. I knew the second you found out what Glen did to me you would never look at me the same. I love you so much, I couldn’t take it if you didn’t love me back,” I managed to squeak out thorough the golf ball in my throat.

  Dominic sits up and takes my hands in his. “Baby, no. I didn’t mean to. I don’t think any differently of you. I was pissed-I am pissed, and I am going to kill that motherfucker for touching you, but I don’t think any differently of you. Please don’t think that. I just wish you had told me, so I could’ve helped you. Why did you feel comfortable enough to tell Justin, but not me?”

  “I didn’t tell Justin, he figured it out-well, most of it anyway. I did fill in the blanks, at first to help him with Julie, but when he put the pieces together I made him promise not to tell you. I wanted to do it myself. Please don’t be mad at him.” In a hushed voice I try to explain my reasoning for keeping my secret from him. And for the first time I really do want to tell him the whole crushing saga, that is my life.

  After about an hour of explaining what happened, starting from the night on the playground and ending with our altercation at my graduation party, Dominic is radiating anger. When I told him the part about Glen taking me away from the shore bar, the last time I saw him when I was 17, he took the opportunity to use the bathroom. I could see he just needed a second to reel in his anger. By the end of my horrific tale, his anger for Glen is laced with anger for himself. He said he felt it was his job to protect me, and in his eyes he failed. I tried to explain that there was nothing he could do since he didn’t know, but he was still angry all the same.

  After some intermittent questions, I conclude our conversation by telling Dominic how Glen threatened me at the concert. I immediately knew from the look on his face that I should have kept that last part my little secret.

  “What the fuck do you mean he threatened you? What did he say?” That last piece of information was enough to make him frantically pace the room and breath like a raging bull.

  “He told me that it was not a good idea for me to embarrassed him in front of his friends while dressed like a slut. Then said he would teach me how to be a proper young lady again if I needed reminding.”

  “What exactly does that mean?” He pauses mid stride and slowly turns his head in my direction.

  I scrunch my face up in disgust, silently refusing to answer his question. After a very long staring contest I look down at my lap, unwilling to explain what exactly Glen’s threat entailed.

  Dominic sits on the bed and wraps his arms around my shoulders. “You should have told me. Right then and there you should have told me what was going on. I would have kept him away from you. Have you seen him since?”

  “No. I told him if he came near me again they would find him at the bottom of the East River. Besides, I had no way of knowing at the time we would wind up here. I wasn’t going to ruin the time we had or give you any reason to leave me. Since I left for college I have only seen him a handful of times. Our relationship seems to bring back the dark side in him. He is dangerous Dom, I don’t want you to get hurt.” I pull away as fear sets in. Dominic will set Glen off once he confronts him.

  “Shhh, Emma. Calm down. He is not ever going to hurt you again. I won’t let him get near you. Which will be easy once I break his fucking legs before I cut off his dick and shove it down his throat.” I know I should be upset but Dominic’s comment makes me laugh.

  Now that all the bad shit is out of the way, I feel like a ten-ton weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I want to move on with a fresh start. I don’t want Glen or anything else
to come between us from now on. I have waited for so many years to be happy and I just want to move forward.

  “I’m sorry about Julie, too. Justin told her what he knew, but she wouldn’t listen. She insisted it was all you. She kept telling me that she knew the real story and you were making it all up-”

  I pull back and throw Dominic’s arms off me before leaping off the bed. “You believe Glen don’t you? You believe what he told Julie, that it was my fault?”

  Dominic’s arms reach out for me, but I keep my distance. Panic wracks my body and my throat dries up. My body heats to what feels like a million degrees, and my head goes dizzy.

  Fuck, these panic attacks.

  “Emma, breath. Breathe, baby. Don’t do this again, breath.” Dominic grabs me as my knees buckle.

  I vaguely register him hauling me off to the bathroom and throwing me under ice-cold water. “Fuck, Dom,” I shout, as I turned the hot water on to get some relief from the icy liquid trickling down my skin.

  “I told you not to do that again! You scare the shit out of me when you don’t breath like that,” he yells while climbing in the shower with me, still wearing his jeans.

  “You believe him, don’t you?” I sob into his chest as he holds me against his bare skin.

  “NO! Of course not, I believe you baby,” he assures me pushing the wet strands of hair away from my face. “You would never lie about this. I. Believe. You. I will always believe you. If Julie wants to be his victim then that is on her. The guys and I all tried to reason with her but she doesn’t see him for what he is.”

  “You didn’t either. I tried to tell you but you didn’t listen.”

  “That was before I knew all this. I would have never gone to bat for him had I known he hurt you. I am so sorry I stuck up for him in Miami.” His eyes plead for forgiveness. Forgiveness he didn’t have to ask for. He made the best discussion possible with the information he was given and I couldn’t fault him for it.

  “It’s fine. It’s over now, and we can move on. Clean slate.” I smile and wrap my arms around his neck.

  Dominic nods and our kissing session resumes as we peel off each other clothing. When his lips leave mine to travel south to my chest, I take this opportunity to flip the table. Put him in the hot seat for once. “Dom, why do you think your parents aren’t proud of you. After hearing you talk with your mom, I think she is very proud of you.”

  Dominic freezes and looks up at me with my nipple still in his mouth. “You really want to talk about my mother while we are both naked in the shower?” he jokes after releasing me with a loud pop.

  “No, but I though it is better we get everything out in the open. Then, we can fuck until we can’t stand.” I scrunched up my face in embarrassment as his mouth flies open at my remark.

  He shakes his head and drops his arms to his sides.

  “Tell me.” I grab the liquid soap from the outside of the tub and rub it in my hands. Dominic’s face freezes while he tries to figure out a way to explain his family to me. With my soapy hands hovering over his chest I silently encourage him to start. I won’t touch him until he spills. He shows me he understands by rolling his eyes and staring his own tale of woe.

  “After Justin and I finished college my father wanted me to get, what he calls, a respectable job. I wanted to continue with the band and take us to the next level. He said I was wasting my life and that I should grow up and stop screwing around. My mother sided with him and said that I should do ‘the band stuff’ on the side while I worked full time.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yea, oh. They were always so happy about everything Rocco and Chris did. Don’t get me wrong, I love them like brothers, I do. But once my parents adopted them, I was held to a higher standard while everything they did was just fine. Even when Roc used to get in trouble, he was let off easy. They would throw the book at me for being anything less then perfect. I was to be the example. That’s what my father used to say.”

  “Have you ever told your parents how you feel?”

  “I talked to my mom once, after we got signed. She said that I was being selfish. She explained that since they didn’t have a good start in life, and my parents took the responsibility of them at such a late age, it was the responsibility of the whole family to make them the best they can be. I think now my parents regret making us learn instruments. They are happy for Rocco and Chris because this is a great opportunity for them. They didn’t want to go to college. They got jobs after high school and we played gigs on weekends.

  “My dad said he was happy for me but I could tell that he was just saying it because he is my father and he thought it was the right thing to do. My mom has always been in my corner but I know she wants what my dad wants. No matter what I do, I will never do the right thing in their eyes. If I got a job and left, then there is no saying where Roc and Chris would be. If I stay with the band, then my parents are disappointed. I can’t win, so I do what I want, all others be damned.”

  As I listened to Dominic explain how he didn’t exactly fit into his own family I couldn’t help but realize we were on the same path. I was like Jeckle and Hyde with my family. I was one person with my father and another at home. It was hard to keep it all straight and even harder to do it with a smile on my face.

  “I get it. It was the same when I was growing up. I always felt like that picture on the wall that no matter how many times you straighten it, it still wound up crooked anyway, so I did what I wanted. I was expected to be the daughter of millionaire, Martin Hill, prim and proper and nothing less. At home, I was the daughter of the woman who ruined a family, and everyone’s whipping boy. No matter where I was, I never fit in."

  “Including sneaking off to bars to make out with sexy guitar players.” Dominic chuckled while finishing up washing himself.

  “Especially that. My family had no idea. Mrs. Cross kept tabs on me the best she could but my parents were clueless. I mean, what Glen did happened right under their noses and I don’t think they even had any suspicion anything was wrong.

  Dominic rinsed off silently, the tension was getting thick at the mention of Glen’s name. I took this opportunity to wash my hair so I was doing something, anything, but try to determine what he was thinking. The silence was defining. I watched as the soapy suds riveted over the peaks and valleys’ of Dominic’s body. His head thrown back and his jaw line hard and tight with anger. When I was done lathering up my hair I cleared my throat, bringing Dominic’s eyes back to mine.

  “My turn,” I said quietly. Dominic nodded and stepped aside to allow me to rinse my hair under the water. When I close my eyes I felt his fingers rubbing my scalp in circular motions.

  “Once you’re done in here I can show you what else I bought the day I got my tattoo. It has been burning a hole in my pocket,” he whispered in my ear before nibbling the sensitive flesh of my lobe.

  I return his comment with a smile as he exits the shower. “Hurry up or I will turn off the water. Done or not.”

  “I’m coming, I’m coming,” I mock frustration.

  “Not yet. But I expect you will be using that phrase more than once tonight, Sweetness,” all trace of kidding around is gone, replaced only by truthful promises.

  The excitement of his promise had me working double time to finish my shower and brush through my hair before leaving the bathroom. When I open the door I see Dominic sitting on the edge of the bed still in his towel, leaning back on his forearms. I drop my towel and step toward him, wiggling my hips a little more than necessary. A devilish smile slinking across his face tells me I am in for a treat. Anything I can do to put a smile like that on his gorgeous face; I’m in. He means the world to me and soon this amazing man- who has just removed his towel, and is fully exposed-will soon be my husband.

  “Here. This is for you…well, us really,” he says, handing me a small black bag.

  I open the bag and pull out a rubber, purple ring with a lip on it. I have no idea what I am holding, but by the grin on Domini
c’s face, I am sure it has something to do with sex. Dominic’s face falls while I inspect the object in my hand trying to figure out what I am supposed to do with it.

  “Do you know what that is?” I shake my head in the negative and he lets out a small snicker. “I think I am happy to hear that. It’s a cock ring.”

  “A…a what?” I ask him horrified. I have no idea what that is or what it is used for, but I didn’t think it would have such a crude name.

  “A cock ring. A vibrating cock ring specificallyhere look,” he says while looking like an eager child at show and tell. He takes the rubber ring from my hand and slips it down his rock hard shaft and around his balls. The little, rubber nub is peeking out from the base of his shaft. I watch carefully, shocked that the tight circle didn’t snap after being stretched to the max. The bright purple nub against the dark backdrop of his wellgroomed manscaping, is very titillating.

  Once he is happy with the placement he grabs my hands and pulls me toward the bed. I lie down on my back, very excited to get this show on the road. Dominic moves over me very slowly, kissing me from my ankle to my lips, never touching between my thighs or breasts. Anticipation and desire pool between my legs.

  “I could watch you forever.” He says as I open my eyes. “Are you ready for me?”

  “Yes,” I say breathlessly.

  Dominic kisses my nose. With his left hand he reaches between us and rubs the moisture leaking from my body over his tip and through my folds. When he positions himself at my entrance I feel warm tingles course though my body. I hear a click then the hum of vibrations between us. When his eyes lift up to mine he slowly enters me and steadies his weight on his forearms that are on either side of my head. Then he fills me to the hilt. The nub on the cock ring hits my oversensitive clit and forces me to jerk under him. A small moan squeaks past my lips and makes my partner very happy. Dominic must take that as a sign he is correctly in place and stills, no longer moving.

  At all!

  I try and wiggle my hips to allow some friction but his hips are pinning me to the bed. I can’t help but groan from the vibration and the feeling of him deep inside me.