Dom Wars Round Three (4 page)

The music faded in
, then a spotlight illuminated a brass pole at center stage.

"
She'll be fine," Steve muttered, patting my hand.

I shoved away his weird reassurance
and waited for this asinine thing to be done. While at the same time, I felt nervous. For her. She couldn't dance? Dear God. What did that mean?

The music came on and I wondered how many women we
'd have to endure before Tara. I didn't have to wonder long because the platform holding the pole turned to reveal Tara, dressed in…black panties and bra with black heels. I stood and walked to the stage so she could see me. The volume rose and the music began thumping through the air and she stood there, looking around, squinting against the bright lights. I waved my hand and she shielded her eyes.

"
Dance, baby!" a man yelled from the audience.

She jerked to the voice and began to move awkwardly to the beat. She
drunk strut-walked two steps from the pole, then back and grabbed hold of it, more to steady herself. Damn, she was sensitive to alcohol. And why would that turn me on?

The crowd cheered and she gave a slight rock of her hips to the left
then eventually to the right. I could almost hear the conversation in her mind.
And I think you move your hip section to the right. Or side to side. Yeah, let's try that.

More applause erupted and she seemed encouraged.

Ten more seconds and my somewhat tipsy Tara began to let go of her inhibitions until she became a somewhat confident woman even while attempting dance steps she didn't know. Again, my cock grew unbearably hard. She was so fucking vulnerable and brave all at the same time. I was mesmerized, and the sheer virgin experience of it beckoned me closer to the stage, needing to see it up close

I realized I wasn
't the only male wanting a closer look. They whistled and waved money at her. She fucking better not go near them. Tara began to dance further away from the pole. She turned and saw me at the edge of the stage and our eyes locked. My heart thundered as little by little, she moved toward me until I was sure that I'd been wrong about her virgin dancing experience.

Her ankle twisted and both arms shot out.
I jumped onto the stage as she ended in a sprawl on the floor.

"
I got you," I said, picking her up and holding her in a tight embrace. "I got you sweetheart."

"
Oh God, oh God, they're laughing."

"
Shhhh." I held her head tight to my chest. "Fuck them, love. You were fantastic."

"
Am I done?"

"
Yes, you're done."

"
I…I can't walk in these damn things."

I lifted her up and cr
adled her in my arms and she hid her face in my chest. I carried her down the steps, glad to see the Security men move up to shield us from the spectators.

M
y phone chirped in my pocket and I asked one of the men where the women's restroom was and followed the directions he gave. I opened the door and discovered an outer sitting room with a couch and several chairs outside the actual restrooms. I sat her down and pulled out my phone to check the message.

Sexually
Dominate Tara in a public place.

Goddammit. The last thing I wanted was to do anything sexual with her while she was drunk. And yet my mind already had her
bent over with my tongue in her fucking ass.

Chapter Four

I looked around.
This was a
bathroom
? Lucian turned and locked the door then went through a decorative arch on the right and quickly opened doors. He turned and walked toward me, his mouth and jaw set in determination, those blue eyes packing enough intensity and heat to set my blood on fire.

I braced my hands on the little couch edge when the room spun a little, waiting for
the Lucian impact. But instead he paced before me, back and forth, looking at me, like he wasn't sure what to do. No, like he wasn't sure
which
thing to do.

He stopped and faced me, his chest heaving.
"Take your panties off."

The rough command was breathless,
and melted the strength from my bones.

"
Fucking hurry." He unbuttoned his shirt and I stood and worked my panties off. Lucian waited with only his black slacks on, his torso a heaven of creamy, hard, rippling temptation.

He took my hand and switched places with me, sitting on the sofa.
"Dance."

I stared at him, confused.

He jerked the phone out of his pocket, pressed a button and held it up for me.

Sexually Dominate Tara in a public place.

I stood in only my bra, my heart racing, the alcohol losing its effect a little too fast. Dance. For him. Here. I wanted to say what about music, but it could be clearly heard still.

He held my gaze with a near brutal intensity while undoing his pants. My body suddenly needed things and didn
't care what I particularly thought about it. He pulled his extremely hard cock out and my stomach clenched in anticipation.

"
Dance." He stroked his cock and let his eyes lower over my body.

The command tickled my clit and entered my hips. I moved them from side to side and slid my hands along my stomach.

His forehead crimped in concentration, his gaze hard on my hands.

His arousal affected
me much like the wine had, intoxicating me, flowing through my blood until I felt like liquid fire moving to his hungry desire. I suddenly wanted to dance perfectly for him. I forgot about not really knowing how to, and let the rhythm of his every moan and hiss move me. I turned and placed my hands on my ass and swung my hips, looking over my shoulder.

"
Ffuuuck." He pumped his hips and worked his hand in his pants to cup his balls, his hot tortured gaze raising to mine. His chest heaved and he seemed like he wanted to say something to me but couldn't speak.

Embolden
ed with his desire, I stroked my finger along my folds from behind, wetting it. He gasped and grunted when I moved to my ass and tickled it while keeping my hips moving to the music.

"
I want my tongue in it." The harsh words came strangled and I moaned and leaned over, giving him more of a view. I slid my finger in my pussy and flicked my hips quickly, then slower. "Jesus," he groaned. "Fuck it baby. Do it."

His words were impossible to disobey. I flicked my hips again, fingering myself faster, moaning and looking over my shoulder at him.
"I need your cock."

His gaze shot to mine and sent my heart hammering.
"Come fucking here. Back up. Don't turn."

I scooted the few feet and Lucian grabbed my hips. He began kissing my ass and then he bit it hard.

I yelped and gasped at the pain then moaned at feeling his hot tongue on it. He made ravenous sounds as he continued to bite my ass hard enough to leave marks, then licked and kissed the sting away. "Grab your ankles," he gasped.

I hurried and did
as he said, my nails digging in my skin as I waited, moaning and knowing. His finger slammed deep inside me with a startling growl of dominance. He licked right on my ass, his hungry groans making me dizzy while his other fingers moved slowly over my clit.

His hot breath hit my pussy
just before he bit one of my lips. I yelped, fear and excitement rushing through me. The bite was hard enough to demonstrate just how close he was to losing control. And yet I moaned with desperate grunts, twirling my hips for more. I wanted to feel it. Feel how badly he wanted me. How much.

I yelped
and gasped again as he bit all along my entrance, then licked and sucked and fucked my pussy with his finger. So fast, hard, and deep. "Oh God," I whimpered, ready to orgasm.

Lucian stood, as though sensing it.
"No coming yet," he commanded. "Put your face on the couch.

I turned and held on, looking over my shoulder, wanting to know what he was planni
ng. "Fuck me." The desperate plea came unbidden.

"
Fuck
you?" The harsh words came just before he spanked my ass really hard, then rubbed it. I trembled and whimpered, at his mercy with need, ready to beg for it.

"
Yes, yes. Please." And there it was.

"
No, love. You're going to fuck me. When I say. How I say."

Even though I knew he was playing a role, I also knew he wasn
't. I felt every bit of the sincerity in his words, every bit of his craving to dominate. And I'd never wanted anything so badly. Wanted
him
to dominate
me.

"
Do it," I whispered, "Please, baby, do it. Do me, do it."

His cock suddenly slammed in deep
and I screamed from the intensity. He gave a choked groan, his fingers digging into my hips with bruising force. Felt so amazing. To feel what I did to him, feel the passion in his dominance.

"
God yes, yes," I cried.

"
Tell me again." The words were breathless as he began moving in and out of me slowly, his hips rocking sensually when deep.

I was nearly delirious, fighting to remember the human language.
"Please," was all I managed.

"
Not good enough, baby. Tell me how much you want this."

I nodded,
my eyes shut tight. "I want it, I want it."

"
How bad baby?"

"
Really bad."

"
Really bad?"

"
Yes, yes, please."

He let out a long hiss, slowing his strokes even more.
"How do you want it, love?"

I squirmed in his strong hands, but his hold was unforgiving.
"Faster."

"
Faster, yes. You fucking like it that way. What else, love?"

Again I fought to move on him and again his fingers b
ore down with delicious force. "Hard."

He let out a deep groan and spanked my ass. Again, the power behind it bordered out of control. I reached for my aching clit, sure I would orgasm the second I touched it.

"Don't you fucking dare," he growled. "That is
mine
to suck until you're pulling my hair and bucking on my mouth. Until you're screaming and trembling." He soothed my ass with gentle strokes of his hands while his cock throbbed deep inside me. "I fucking love when you do that."

I moaned, beyond voicing my needs further. My body took over, shoving back into him, drawing him even deeper.

The door rattled. "Hello?" An annoyed female voice tried to intrude on my consciousness.

"
Fucking go away!" Lucian's growling command sent my inner muscles throbbing harder. He drove into me, over and over, his fingers biting into my hips.

I could feel his orgasm roaring down like a freight train and the knowledge that I did that to him put me over the edge. My entire body focused on holding him deep, drawing every drop of ecstasy from him.

Lucian's roar accompanied the sudden scalding heat inside me, and out of nowhere, the mother in me mourned violently for things I'd never have.

Heaving for air, he sagged against me for an instant, then helped me stand.

A heavy fist pounded on the door. "Open up!" A key turned the lock, but a quiet voice interrupted. A quick conversation ensued. Then, "Miss Tara? I have your things." Thank God. Good old Steve.

Still breathing hard, Lucian dragged his pants up
while I searched for my panties and pulled them on. I stood and his mouth was on mine, kissing me with urgency, his tongue rough along mine. He was suddenly headed for the door, leaving me dizzy. With a glance in my direction, he opened the door a little and took my clothes from Steve.

***

I eyed Tara as the blacked out window between us and Steve slowly lowered to reveal his pensive gaze in the rearview mirror. "Now, before we…head over to the address for your first assignment," he kept his eyeballs solidly on something between me and Tara, "I think you should be aware of…where this is." He paused, maybe to allow for questions, but we didn't ask any. He had that weird curvy set to his lips as he finished. "It's a group of lawyer's offices."

I glanced at Tara
's reaction and found her staring back at him looking like a deflated tire. "Your point?"

Steve shook his head
with innocent raised brows until his chin fat jiggled. "Nothing."

Tara looked at me
then as though waiting for me to make it worse and I merely glared at her. Glared at her for thinking it and for sitting her ass all the way across the world from me when she belonged glued to my hip. Fucking hated how she did that after we had mind blowing sex. She was like a boa constrictor with the hide of an army tank. Every time we made love, she tightened her hold on me a little more, making it a fight just to fucking breathe. I didn't want to hurt her, but something deep inside me said I'd have to play dirty just to survive. And win her.

Tara flopped back against the seat.
"Drive us. The sooner we get there, the sooner I can get this over with and the sooner I can get back to the room and take a hot shower and…sleep."

Stupid body responded to her. She
'd thought of something besides sleep, I heard it. Knew it down to my capillaries and I was ready to bow before whatever fantasy it was.

"
Okay, just wanted to make sure you knew."

"
Oh, I know," Tara muttered. She sighed. "Law is certainly his calling." She glanced up at me. "The person we're going to see. He made his way through college on a philosophy of 'dazzle them with your brilliance, baffle them with your bullshit'."

That made me like the guy even less than I might have, considering he was a demon from her past.
I stared at her, dying for the fifth time to know the details of her first demon domination. But I was not told, and it didn't seem right to pry. Plus, I was about to find out. But… "So, what exactly did this fucker do, love?"

She
pfft
ed with a wave of her hand while chewing on her thumbnail and looking out the window. Then she jerked her bracelet to her mouth. "Nothing two hundred hours of therapy didn't
dominate."

I shook my head, sure of one thing. W
e were going to lose our asses.

****

"It's nine pm, love, are you sure you don't want to come back in the morning?"

Tara was already heading toward the
five story mirrored building and I followed close at her sharp clicking heels while Steve brought up the rear. The sound on the pavement had a distinct
the
shit's gonna hit the fan
tempo to it. The determination of her stride even in the black evening gown said she knew exactly where she was going, what she was doing, and what she was going to fucking say. No, more like what she
wasn't
going to fucking say.

I couldn
't resist the excitement bubbling inside me. She was such a sexy sassy turn on and I fucking loved watching her in any kind of action. But this was something more. My excitement had more to do with the clue I was about to gain in unlocking
Tara
than with the sexy sway of her hips under that black dress.

Steve hurried ahead to
open the door for her. "He could be gone."

Tara
ignored his subtle attempt to talk her out of a late night meeting and breezed past him like practiced royalty. She stopped in the lobby for a quick look around then clicked her way to a woman at a desk and spoke in hushed tones. The second she got what she wanted, she turned, her smiling face instantly hardening into the cold mask of a serial killer.

God.
Damn.

We followed her
through the decorative wrought iron grate and into the elevator. Wood paneled walls and a marble floor gave the impression of money to waste. The fourth wall was glass and overlooked an atrium that held a miniature tropical forest. Tara pressed a button then eyed the numbers above the door like they were her arch nemesis.

Moving
only my eyeballs, I glanced over to Steve when I felt him looking at me. He had that funny smile again, the one that wasn't funny. I realized he did that when he was nervous. It came with a furrow between his brows this time, making him look like a constipated kill joy.