by Sky Corgan
“How was your day?” he asked.
“Bad.”
“Why is that?”
“Can we talk?”
“Did something happen while I was away?” his voice was full of concern.
“No and yes.”
“Tell me.” Dominick put the car in park, turning towards me.
“It's not that bad.” I looked away. “No one broke in or hurt me or anything. We can talk about it when we get home.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I'm sure. Just drive.”
“Alright.” Apprehensively, he put the car in gear and drove out of the parking lot. “I was going to take you out to eat.”
“I'm not hungry.”
He grunted, and we spent the rest of the ride home in silence.
When we walked inside, Dominick immediately sat down on one of the loveseats, looking up at me expectantly. I felt strange and vulnerable under his gaze. All day long, I had been thinking about what I wanted to say, but now my mind was blank. It was a bad time to talk about it, to be honest. He had been on a plane most of the day and was tired, and I was mentally frazzled.
“Never mind,” I grumbled, walking past him.
“Get back here. You said you wanted to talk, so we're going to talk.”
I stopped before rounding the corner to my room. “I don't feel like it anymore.”
“I don't really feel like it either, but you said you wanted to talk, so let's talk.”
“I'd rather wait until I have my thoughts together.”
“You didn't do anything I'm going to find on the tapes, did you?” he asked disapprovingly.
“It's not that.” I took a few steps back towards the living room and leaned over the other loveseat. “I wanted to talk about what happened between us, but it can wait.”
He shifted uncomfortably. “You didn't make it sound like it could wait.”
“That's because I'm stressed.”
“Well, perhaps we should get this over with.”
“I suppose.” I rounded the corner to sit on the loveseat across from him, his harsh words only filling me with more pain and dread.
“Talk,” he said, crossing his foot over his knee and reclining back.
“I read your book while you were gone.”
“Which one?”
“Behind Her Green Eyes.”
“What of it?”
“It's about my sister, isn't it?”
His jaw tightened, and he stared at me coldly. “What if it is?”
“That's the one that's getting the movie deal, isn't it?”
“I don't see how this relates to what happened between us,” his words were short, catching me off-guard.
My mind was a tangle of exhausted confusion. I wasn't sure what I was saying anymore. Everything was going wrong.
“I'm sorry I lied to you,” I said quickly, grasping for anything that I thought might make things better.
“Why did you lie to me?”
“I already told you. I was worried you wouldn't sleep with me if you knew I was a virgin.”
“I don't know why it was so important to you for us to sleep together.”
“Because I love you.” I looked down, ashamed. He was making me feel like I had tricked him, like I was some kind of villain. “I know you don't love me. I know that. It was never more clear to me than when I read that book. I guess I just hoped.” I paused, avoiding his gaze, “You know, I hate romance books. And even though I realized that book was about you and my sister almost from the start, I couldn't put it down because I could really relate to it. The way you talk about how you felt for my sister, how you yearned for her for so many years. That's how I feel about you. It was weird reading it, like recalling a painful memory. I was watching you chase her all over again. And in my mind, I was chasing you, hoping the two of you didn't end up together.
“That book is your dream, but this reality is mine. When you took me into your bed, I was the happiest girl in the world, even after you got mad at me for lying to you. But I know it was all just a dream. I know that now. I understand you're never going to feel for me what I feel for you. I'm sorry I messed things up by trying to force something that's not there. I wish I could take it back. I really do. I love you, not only romantically, but also as a friend, and I feel like my selfishness has destroyed even my chance to be close to you as a friend.”
Tears welled up in my eyes, spilling over to run down my cheeks. This wasn't good at all. I was a complete emotional mess.
I said the only thing left to say, “I'll call my sister and move. I know I've ruined things between us. I took your generosity and . . .” I busted out into sobs, unable to contain them any longer.
Dominick was by my side in an instant, pulling me into his arms and whispering for me to calm down. His voice was full of sympathy, warm and reminiscent of days past. I wanted it to soothe me, but I felt too shattered to be soothed.
I cried until I had no more tears in me. Dominick rocked me gently in his arms, making me feel like a child. I hate him for it. The best thing for both of us was for me to leave.
I took a deep breath before I straightened myself, my eyes gazing down at the tear stains I had left on his suit. I opened my mouth to apologize again, and he bent forward, claiming my lips.
Before I knew it, Dominick was laying me back on the loveseat, kissing down the side of my neck as his hands deftly climbed beneath my shirt to caress my skin. Each touch of his fingers washed my pain away, replacing it with pleasure.
His tongue flicked across my earlobe, and he whispered softly, “I told you that if you stepped inside my bedroom, there would be no going back.”
It felt like my clothes were melting off of me, like I was a rag doll at the whim of a rough owner. He undressed me with desperation, his mouth finding my naked skin and lavishing affection upon it until it was time to remove the next item of clothing. When my bra came off, I thought I would die from the pleasure of his tongue swirling around my nipple. His breathing was ragged as he sucked and nibbled, causing me to squirm and cry out in sheer sexual bliss.
Dominick tugged off my jeans, kissing up my inner thigh. When he pulled me to the edge of the loveseat and buried his head between my legs, my clit shot off like a firecracker, sending explosive tremors throughout my body. As the contractions subsided, I relaxed, feeling unbelievably satiated but knowing it wasn't over yet.
Dominick straightened himself and began unzipping his pants. I wanted to help him take them off, but I was too nervous to move. He pulled a condom out of his pocket, quickly tore open the wrapper and slid it on his length. Then he tossed the empty package on the table and turned to me, wrapping an arm around my back and drawing me towards him. The look in his eyes was different than I had ever seen before. There was the same lustiness that had been present the night that I lost my virginity, but there was something else there too, something carnal and deep and needy.
He grabbed me by the hips, pulling me further down onto the loveseat for a better angle. Then he looked in my eyes and said, “Last time I was gentle. Tonight, I'm going to fuck you like I mean it.”
The second his glans touched my cunt, my body fired off again. Something about the look in his eyes, the words on his lips, and the feel of his body sent me completely over the edge. My head was spinning, the throbbing between my legs spiraling out of control. When he forced his way inside of me, I had little time to recover before he began thrusting, the friction of our coupling driving me right back up the hill I had just fallen from. I wrapped my arms around him, clawing my nails into the starchy material of the suit, whimpering and moaning from each heavy thrust. His cock was deep inside of me, spreading me, claiming me, and I absolutely loved it.
This was not like my first time at all. My first time had been timid and gentle. Now Dominick was being selfish and impassioned. This was so much better.
He picked me up and laid me down on the floor between the loveseat and the coffee table. Then he crawled on top
of me again, guiding himself inside and supporting his weight on his hands while he fucked me senseless. There was a new aching between my legs, not from my hymen ripping but from rough use. Though my clit was throbbing with delight, my cunt was starting to hurt. It was a good kind of hurt though, and I wasn't about to stop him.
Dominick slowed a bit. His eyes scanned over me, his hand coming up to tease one of my nipples. My entire body tensed as his thumb brushed across the sensitive peak, and I groaned, looking at him with lust in my eyes. Dominick's mouth followed his hand, his body bending so that he could suck on my nipple. When he started rotating his hips, grinding his pubic bone against my clit, it was all it took to send me over the edge again. I panted for breath, arching my back slightly as waves of pleasure rolled through me.
Dominick picked up the pace slightly, and within a few short fast strokes, he was stilling, and I knew he had come. I grinned devilishly to myself, thinking about how our orgasms had almost been in sync.
He laid on top of me for a moment, his head turned away from me. The memory of seeing him that way was bad, but I kissed the back of his head, nuzzling my face into his hair. Dominick turned to me then, leaning in for a gentle kiss on the lips before he stood up and offered me his hand. I took it and crawled up onto the loveseat, feeling exhausted, sore, and bowlegged. I hadn't even noticed that my back had gotten rug burn, but damn did it hurt.
Now that we were done having sex, my mind was reeling in confusion. What had come over him? Should I have even let him do that? I felt ashamed that I couldn't resist him. I had just poured my heart out, confessed a sad truth that I was pretty sure I had known from the beginning. And this was his reaction? I didn't understand.
I watched Dominick pull the condom off and take it to the kitchen to dispose of it. Then he disappeared into his bedroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I curled up on the loveseat, waiting for him to return. We needed to talk about this.
The minutes felt like an agonizing forever, and my agitation was growing by the second. What was he doing that was taking so long? Then I heard the shower come on, and I groaned. It was like my first time all over again. The man had no sense of aftercare.
I waited for him, waited for the shower to be over, waited in silence for however long it would take for him to come out of his bedroom. Finally, about an hour later, he re-emerged, looking absolutely delicious in his pajama pants and a muscle shirt. He glanced down at me, his eyes completely devoid of emotion.
“You should take a shower,” he said.
“That's it?” I grumbled, watching him walk past me into his office.
“Mhm,” he replied absentmindedly.
Anger welled up inside of me. I had waited for him for over an hour . . . for that. You should take a shower. I was so confused that I wanted to cry. The tears were coming again; I could feel them. I had thought I had sobbed them all out before, but they were definitely coming.
Frustrated, I got up and went into my bedroom, crying quietly as I gathered some fresh clothes and headed into the bathroom. What was wrong with him? What were his intentions? I wanted to talk about it, but I was too afraid he'd seduce me again. Was I so powerless against him that I couldn't make it through a conversation without falling prey to his sexual advances? It pissed me off but made me happy at the same time. Maybe things weren't the way I wanted them to be, but Dominick still wanted me.
Then I thought about the condom in his pocket and got angry again. He had obviously taken it with him on his trip. No one just carried a condom in their pocket, unless they were expecting to use it. Was he having sex with someone in California too?
When I emerged from the bathroom, Dominick was still in his office, typing away. I glared at him as I passed by to go to the kitchen to get something to eat. How could he be like that after what we had done? He was the Jekyll and Hyde of sex, seemingly innocent until he decided to strike. Then when he was done with me, he returned to being dismissive, as if nothing had ever happened at all. I was beginning to resent him for it.
CHAPTER SIX
“Thank God it's Friday,” Carmen said as we sat together for lunch.
“They've really been jacking up the homework lately,” Victor complained.
“I know. I probably won't have time to do anything else all weekend.” I frowned at my food.
We spent most of our lunch complaining about school and talking about our weekend plans. Carmen was going on a shopping spree with friends from high school, and Victor was going to help his dad work on an old car he had won at an auction. My life seemed boring by comparison. I would sit at home, do my homework, and ponder the mysteries of Dominick Parker's mind. Maybe if I was lucky, I'd get sexually harassed by him again. Who knew when Doctor Jekyll would turn into Mister Hyde, but I was almost certain I hadn't seen the last of him.
Lunch was winding down, and it was time to part ways and go to our afternoon classes. Victor's class was down the hall from mine, so he walked with me. I always enjoyed that brief time spent together without Carmen, though he rarely spoke. Today he seemed more on the talkative side, perhaps because the week was almost over. That tended to make everyone a bit more lively.
“So you're going to be busy with homework all weekend?” he asked, as if that fact hadn't already been established.
“It seems that way.”
“That's too bad.”
“Why is that? It's not like I have anything better to do.”
“No plans with Dominick?”
“We're not like that.” I gave him a serious look.
“Good, then he wouldn't mind if you went out to the movies with me.”
My heart froze in my chest. Was I hearing him right? Had he just asked me out on a date?
“The movies?” I stuttered.
“Yeah. I was thinking maybe we could go after school, that way Dominick wouldn't have to pick you up.”
“Yeah, that would be great,” I tried to contain the excitement in my voice.
“Awesome. I'll see you after school then.”
“Sure.”
He dropped me off at my class, and I waved to him awkwardly while he continued on his way. Then I ran to my seat to text Dominick and let him know he wouldn't have to pick me up, “Hey. You don't need to pick me up after school. I'm going to the movies with a friend. He'll drop me off afterward.”
When the class began, I couldn't concentrate. My mind was stuck on Victor, that charming smile of his, those sophisticated good looks. He seemed genuinely happy I had accepted his offer.
Maybe this would be my chance to get over Dominick. He and I really weren't anything. Were we? Lovers at best. But I deserved better than a lover. I deserved a boyfriend. If he wanted more, he should have shown me. He'd had plenty of chances. From what I could tell, I was just a booty call to him.
My concentration was at an all-time low for the rest of the day while I thought about this new twist in my life. Would Carmen get mad at me when she found out that Victor had asked me on a date? Probably. Would Victor and I have sex? It's not like I was a virgin anymore. Then again, my sister had once told me it was bad to jump into bed with a guy right away. Before sleeping with Dominick, I never would have considered it, but now I had certain dark cravings. And it wasn't like Victor was a stranger to me. We had known each other for a few weeks now. What would happen if he wanted to pursue a relationship? It might make living with Dominick kind of awkward. And I'd definitely have to put a stop to his strange behavior. Either that or move. Part of me liked the idea of moving, but part of me hated it. I had committed to living with Dominick, and it was saving my sister money on apartment rent. I would feel bad for calling her to change my living situation just because I met a boy.
The day was quickly coming to an end, and Dominick still hadn't responded to my text. During my last class, I sent him another one, but there was still no reply.
With a frown, I went out into the hall to meet Victor. He was leaning against the wall, looking cool. My heart fluttered at the sight
of him. We would probably end up having sex, I decided. It would be nice to do it with someone my own age, just to see what it was like, someone who would likely have more consideration for me than Dominick.
“You ready?” he asked, pushing himself off the wall to flank my side.
“I need to go see if Dominick is outside first. I've been sending him text messages all afternoon, but he hasn't responded. The bum probably let his phone die.” I frowned.
“That doesn't sound like something a big important author would do.”
“It doesn't, but he's lazy. It really wouldn't surprise me.” I shrugged.
Sure enough, when we got out to the parking lot, there was the Maserati, front and center. A tremor of dread rolled through me as Victor and I walked towards it. I wanted him to stay behind, but I wasn't going to tell him that.
The convertible top was up on the car, so I had to open the door and bend to look inside. Dominick was all business as usual, wearing his dark sunglasses, not even turning to look at me.
“Did you get my text?” I asked.
“Yes, and my answer is no.”
I could feel my blood pressure spike at his words. “What do you mean your answer is no?”
“You can't get out tonight.”
“Why not?”
“Because you have homework.”
“How do you know? I haven't even told you if I have homework yet or not.”
“You always have homework. Get in the car.”
“No. It's a Friday night. I'm going out.”
Dominick unbuckled his seat belt and opened the car door. If I was stressing him out, you'd never be able to tell. Despite his words, he seemed perfectly poised and calm.
He climbed out of the car and came around to my side. My entire body tensed as he took my backpack and threw it on the floorboard, standing at the car door like a limo driver waiting for me to get inside. Heat climbed up my neck to my face, a mix of embarrassment and anger. Never before had he treated me like such a child. People were staring now, watching us.