“Get away from me you snake.”
“Baby?”
“You couldn’t wait to get your cock into someone else?”
“Britt I can explain. Wait how…what…”
She ran from him. He ran after her. He stopped her as she went to his bedroom. “Britt I don’t understand.”
“You don’t? The next time you have a woman here with you, you really should take her lipstick away from her.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Britt had been in the bathroom. He was in there earlier but now he realized he never turned on the light. He turned and made a beeline for the bathroom. She’d left the light on and when he entered, his eyes went to the large mirror. “Son of a bitch,” he said under his breath. He wondered how Olivia got into his apartment and managed to write on the mirror in his bathroom in bright red lipstick.
Mack Hargrove is a slime bucket. BTW, he’s been fucking me girlfriend the whole time you were away.
Mack stood there with his mouth open. Olivia and he had been together that very morning. They‘d showered together he had one last fuck with her. Before she left with him she said she needed to use the bathroom and he never thought to check after she’d come out. She was rather in a rush once she was finished. Mack realized that’s when she’d written on the mirror. He had no reason to check on her; obviously, she knew exactly what she was doing. How was he going to get his sorry ass out of this one?
When he came out of the bathroom, Britt was gathering what belongings she had. Britt what are you doing. Could we please talk about this?”
“There’s nothing to talk about. I’ve been such a fool. Men like you never change,” she said as tears rolled off the cheeks of her face. She stopped. “I thought you were different, Paul said you were.” She looked up at him. “Look I’m a full grown woman I went into this with my eyes wide open. Did you know I had this all planned. I needed to get laid and you were the perfect pick. Experienced, good looking, unattached and emotionally…Paul said it was time you met someone you could want, need and possibly fall in love with. He said deep down inside you were a good guy, just hadn’t met the right woman. I thought it could be me …”
His heart wretched in his chest, he hated seeing her cry and he hated even more that he was the reason she was crying. “Britt you are that woman. I tried to fight it, thought I was too above all it all, falling in love. I was so wrong baby. So wrong.” He went to touch her.
“Stop! Stay away from me. Don’t touch me. I need to get my things and get out of here.”
He stood there as if someone had burned him, the pain on his face visible as he winced. He never experienced any emotional pain until now. Mack never loved anyone. He never had any woman leave him; he was always the one to break off the relationship. This pain, this deep stabbing ache was unbearable. What could he do to stop her? How could he make her understand? Why were her tears making him feel even worse? Mack had never experienced self-loathing until now.
Britt now broke down. Sobs racked her body as he tried to console her but she punched him, swiped at him, and slapped him repeatedly in the face. He understood her reaction. Countless women had fallen apart over him. Again, the self-loathing.
“Britt, please calm down let me explain. I was an asshole a compete asshole. I love you, damn it I’m in love with you. I’m fucked.”
“Yes you’re fucked. I hate you! I never ever want to see you again,” she screamed at him.
“Don’t say that Britt. I know you care for me, you might even love me, don’t throw all this away because I was a jerk. Please let me explain what was going through my head. Christ baby I can’t lose you.”
“Please, get out of my way.” He moved slowly not wanting to upset her any further. She stood in the doorway of his apartment. “I should have listened to my brain instead of my heart.” She turned to him. “I could never hold a man like you. I’m not savvy enough, sexy enough or experienced enough.”
He came to her and stood directly in front of her yet never touched her. “Britt from the moment I saw you something in me clicked. I was speechless. My heart raced my breath quickened. My stupid pride and warped sense of thinking made me do the unthinkable and that’s hurt you. This woman, this Olivia, means nothing to me. It was sex, cold meaningless sex. I’m ashamed of myself. I’m a cocky arrogant man and will forever be at your mercy. I want you and I now realize forever. If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I will never hurt you again.”
“I’m not sure Mack. There was a part of me that believed you would never hurt me, never and yet here we are.” She turned and went out the door and never turned to say goodbye, she kept on walking. He walked back into his apartment finding it hard to breath. He grabbed a lamp from the living room and walked into the bathroom. With one swift move, he smashed it into the large bathroom mirror. It shattered and shards of glass fell all around him. He watched his image break apart and depart with the shards. Too bad, he didn’t disappear with the broken mirror. Seven years of bad luck. He laughed it really didn’t matter nothing mattered anymore.
Chapter Seven
Mack didn’t try to get in touch with Britt for two weeks. Two weeks turned into two months. He didn’t sleep well. His appetite was non-existent and he found that all he could think about when he was alone was Britt. So, he poured himself into his job. Olivia tried to call him and talk to him. She approached him on the job but he ignored her. Finally, she corned him in the lunchroom when he was getting a cup of coffee.
“Mack I’m sorry,” she said.
“Sorry for what.” He found it hard to look at her.
“For that stunt I pulled with the writing on your mirror. It was childish and spiteful. I was upset and thought you were blowing me off…well…” She stopped and looked down into her coffee cup. “Why on earth did you bother with me? You are obviously in love with this woman.”
Facing her, he spoke. “To tell you the truth I have no answer. In my ridiculously immature mind, I thought I needed to make sure I wasn’t going to be one of those pussy-whipped men. I needed to reassure myself that I was still the player, you know the guy married man envied. What an absolute crock of shit that is. I’m the biggest asshole going. I never knew losing her would feel like this. Christ it feels like I’ve lost an arm or a leg.”
Mack watched her lift her hand to touch his face but she must have thought better of her actions and turned to leave. Olivia had stopped dead in her tracks. He looked up to see Britt standing there. His reaction was cool, calm and collected, yet, inside a fire ignited. Olivia walked past Britt with her head slightly as she tried to exit the lunchroom. Britt held out a hand and stopped her. Both women now stood staring, at each other. Mack was sure the outcome was going to be disastrous. But, all Britt did, was look at Olivia then lowered her hand letting the brunette pass.
Mack let out a sigh of relief. Drama at work was the last place he needed it. Finally, he asked Brit, “What are you doing here?” His eyes traveled over her. She looked more beautiful than ever, if that was at all possible.
“I’ve come to invite you to dinner.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“No I’m dead serious. I want you there at eight p.m. and don’t be late.” She turned and walked away sashaying her curvy hips, he was dead sure, on purpose. He broke out into a broad smile. No words in his entire life meant more to him than those few last ones she uttered…and don’t be late.
Two months, he thought, she kept him hanging for two months. He had wanted to call her, stop by, and see her, but he was afraid it would make the situation worse. Now she walks in to his life, stands there, and gives him orders. He smiled, his chest was bursting, the sight if her made his heart beat so fast he felt lightheaded. Damn he loved her, this petite little blonde nurse. He had to make her understand what a damn fool he was. With Britt, he wanted to have it all. He needed to tell her. Was she going to give him that chance?
****
He dressed carefully, loose fitting jeans, tan shirt,
loafers and dark blue sports jacket. He gazed in the mirror. Sometimes he thought his good looks were a curse. His sandy, blonde hair, wide hazel eyes, and dark five o’clock shadow always made him look sexy. He’d been lucky with his genetics also, tall and well built. Up until Britt, he used what God gave him to play the proverbial field, now he hoped his good looks would sway the woman he loved.
Five minutes before eight o’clock his watch read when he rang her apartment bell. She buzzed him in. He had a bouquet of her favorites, wildflowers. He knocked.
“Mack?”
“Yes baby it’s me.”
She opened the door. His mouth nearly dropped open when he saw her. She was a vision in simple white pants and a silky white blouse. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, which only accentuated her incredible blue eyes. He couldn’t say which was her best feature, her hair, or her skin. Her petite body was arousing as was her beautiful face. He was besotted. He was in love. He wondered how he got through the last two months without seeing her.
“Britt I…”she stopped him.
“Mack I don’t want to hear any of your sad stories. You cheated on me and you couldn’t wait for me to leave town.” She got up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the mouth lightly and quickly.
He just stood there wanting to scratch his head. What was she doing? He wanted to touch her and pull her into his arms but he kept himself steady wondering up was she was up. One kiss, soft and quick set his body in motion. Even he was surprised at his reaction to her. He held back the small smile that threatened to erupt. He didn’t want to spoil what she was planning.
Britt stood before him, her blue eyes stared him down. “So you want to fuck me?” she whispered.
“Britt, I want to tear you apart. I want to make you cum so hard you’ll not be able to walk for twenty-four hours.”
She licked her full bottom lip. His eyes were transfixed on her tongue. His cock grew hard, the blood rushed from every end of his body to his dick. It twinged. It ached. All he could think of was her and her tight little cunt. However, Mack was aware that his need for her was becoming a necessity. He needed his cock deep inside her to feel complete. Unfortunately, he was afraid he’d created a monster. He’d taught her well. She was not only enjoying the game she’d mastered it. Now he’d become the pawn. Mack hated to admit he’d fallen in love with her.
“So you think you’re the man who can do that? I’d love to see you try.”
He didn’t need any further invitation. He grabbed her and kissed her, his tongue demanding entrance. She relinquished it and surprised him by sucking his tongue into her mouth. Her arms came around his neck and she molded her body to his. She tangled her fingers in is hair. His prey now took control and Mack Hargrove had become the hunted for the first time in his life. It disturbed him. It worried him. He’d set himself up for certain heartbreak. Yet he relished in her dominance, he’d become putty in her hands.
She unzipped his trousers and pushed her hand down his underwear. “You do have a cock. Do you want my lips around you, Mack, do you?”
She was taunting him and he was falling deeper into her web. ‘You know what I like, baby, you know.”
“Yes I do. But I’m not sure I want you anymore.” She pulled away from him abruptly and slapped him across the face. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out about your little plan?”
Mack panicked, oh fuck, how did she find out? Shit, what that bitch Olivia wrote on the mirror wasn’t the first Britt had heard of his little plan? How? Now he was pulling at straws. She’d turned the tables on him and he deserved it. There had been no prior plan she was playing with his head. Oh, she’d become very good and slightly hardened.
But nothing else mattered to him anymore. He’d fallen in love with her and now she was cold and bitter. Maybe this was predetermined maybe this was all mean to be. Fire ignited in his eyes. Since when did he walk away from any challenge? He was the first man to fuck her and he’d be the last. Fuck his little plan as she called it.
“I had no plan Britt. What I did with Olivia was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life.”
“Then why?” she said her voice cold and even.
Why, she asked him why, fuck if he if he knew why. Now standing there looking down at her why he needed or wanted any other woman confused him. It would serve him right if he lost her.
“Why? Good question,” he answered. “Because, Christ Britt no fucking good reason at all. I guess I’m afraid of loving, afraid of commitment, and afraid of getting hurt. Right now if I could take those few days back, I would. I can’t. I’m begging you for forgiveness and I’ve never asked anyone for that.
“So that makes me special? Should I be jumping for joy?” Her tone was dark and sarcastic. What had he done? “Yes you are special Britt. You’re the woman I love.”
He could tell by the crinkles in her forehead that it was taking all of her control to stay focused. She stared him down. She meant what she said, that she had no feelings left for him. He was crushed, and it was as if a giant shoe had kicked him in the gut.
“Mack that’s your problem now isn’t it.”
He found her cruel approach to him unnerving and way out of character. He had to fix what he screwed up. He had to win her back. Christ he was charming, good looking. He’d heard the women in his office refer to him as hot. Hell, up until now, Britt told him all the time how hot he was.
“Britt I’ve got the patience of a gnat. I want you and have since the moment I saw you. If playing the waiting game is what I need to do to win your back then by all means I’ll do it.”
“Mack Hargrove you’re a pompous ass aren’t you. You think it’s that easy?”
“If you love me, yes then it’s that easy. I fucked up baby, big time.”
His hand went to her face. “If you don’t want me then say so. Right now I want to show you that I love you.” He got down on his knees and buried his face in her crotch as his hands went around to her soft plum ass. This wasn’t a sexual innuendo on his part, it was one of desperation. “Please Britt.”
She gasped and her hands went to his full head of hair. “Mack I…” she stopped. Her breathing increased and her fingers wound tighter in his hair. He recognized her need; he was no stranger to it and for the first time in his life his wants or needs, weren’t paramount.
He stood and swept her into his arms and took her to the bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed and took off his clothes, his cock springing to life as his boxers hit the floor. She didn’t move. Her eyes were transfixed on him. She gasped and licked her lips as he watched her eyes roam over his naked body. She went to remove her blouse.
“No baby let me undress you. I want you to do nothing. I want to love you. I want you to know that you are the only woman I want and will ever want. Let me please.”
Her hands dropped way from her blouse buttons and she gave into his desire. He slowly and deliberately undressed her. When she bared her breasts, he kissed her from her neck down and stopped when his lips met the soft mounds. He ran his tongue around each one repeatedly bringing them to a tortured hardness. He licked and kissed her torso and as he removed her silky underwear, she arched her body up without shame giving him full access to her pussy. He was careful only to use the tip of one finger to test her wetness. His mouth watered. She was sopping wet and he loved the way she smelled.
Christ nothing about her was unpleasant. Like a bolt out of the blue it hit him, he wanted to possess her body and soul. He wanted to protect and love her as long as he lived. He’d never hurt her again. He lowered his head and took a deep breath then blew some warm air over her clean shaved lips of her cunt.
“Mack,” she whispered.
Her whole body trembled under his hands. He brushed his stubbled chin across her soft belly.
“Oh, dear God,” she murmured.
He grinned, oh yes his mind screamed as his tongue traced a line down to her pussy. He teased her as his tongue slipped into her hairless lips. She spread her t
highs and pulled him by the hair closer. He’d won access the games were beginning.
He got himself comfortable between her legs and hiked them over his shoulders. He spread the lips of her pussy and blew softly on her.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered. “I hate you, oh I hate you,” she muttered. His low laugh rumbled down to his cock. He was hard and already aching.
“Baby,” he said with his lips against the soft folds of her pussy. “Baby I am going to rock you tonight. I love that you hate me.”
Her hands tightened on his scalp. Licking softly on her bare lips his tongue found its way between them and he revealed her clit. He lathed it like a lollipop, sucked it, and flicked it with his tongue. He sank his tongue deep into the opening to her body and he slurped up her excess juices, losing all contact with the world around him. She was becoming his world. Ecstasy enveloped him.
Mack roared with desire as Britt arched her body up and spread her legs for him. He ate her out. Now his cock ached for relief. But he’d deny himself until he brought her to orgasm. When her body relinquished itself to the agonizing pleasure then he’d climb on top of her and fuck her unmercifully. He needed to show her who was her master, who owed her body and soul. Then he’d pledge himself to her for an eternity.
Juices increased and flooded Mack’s face she was ready to come so he flicked her clit and heard her breathing increase.
“Mack, oh fuck, Mack I…I,” she came her body taking on a life of its own. The erotic little contractions encompassed his tongue and her hands held him fast. She pushed into him letting his tongue serve as a cock. He wanted to scream out his triumph, but his cock throbbed in waiting anticipation.
When she relaxed slightly he moved from her wet and pulsating cunt. He raised above her his face shiny with her erotic juices. Her hands pulled his face down to hers and their kiss was deep and passionate, her tasting her own juices. She moaned.
“Fuck me you bastard,” she whispered on his lips.
One hand came to his cock and he placed it at her opening, but held back. He rubbed his hard dick on her clit causing her to writher under him.
A Dominant Anthology Page 12