Sweet Surrender (20 page)

Standing up, she walked over to her desk, picking up several pieces of paper, and handed them to her. “Here is a list of support groups that help with rape survivors. Emotional pain is harder to deal with than physical pain. We will discuss about eating problems, sexual difficulties—including avoidance of sex and promiscuity—and flashbacks. Remember, Skylar, the abuse has ceased, you have survived the worst. Regain control over your life; make choices that make you happy and safe. This appointment was to get to know you more. We will go into more depth on the next one, ok?”

Nodding, she stood as well. “Thank you, Dr. Clark. I’ll read through the pamphlets and contact the support groups. I will also make another appointment, as well.”

“Louise, Please. Just remember, you have control over your life, no one else, Skylar. It was great meeting you; look forward to our next appointment, together.”

After shaking her hand, Skylar walked out of her office and down the hall. As she made her way outside, she could not believe how much she had divulged to a complete stranger. Not even her family or close friends knew that much about her. She needed to be more open more with them in how she felt.

Carefully sliding into her car, she knew she needed to ask Nate if he would come to any of the sessions with her. It was probably best if he did since he had seen what had happened to her. She started her 4WD, and headed towards home. She needed to sort herself out before she could move on with her life. Sky looked down at her left hand, at where the engagement ring Nate gave her sparkled in the light. She needed to put this engagement on hold for a while; she wasn’t ready to get married if her life was so screwed up.

She just had to figure out how to let Nate down gently after the revelation she had. 

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everal days had passed since she had seen Dom at the bar. He never looked her away again once Joey had arrived back at her table, leaving Dom in that damn booth, chummy with Maria. Every time she glanced their way Maria’s hands were all over him, and he just smiled down at her as he returned her attentions. She did not know why she was acting this way. Her and Joey were together, if you could call it that. Neither of them had mentioned to each other if they were actually dating; they had only gone on one date. She kept trying to tell herself to stop thinking of Dom, but how could she stop. Her feelings for him were getting stronger by the day, whether she saw him or not.

She had feelings for Joey, but the way she felt about Dom was much stronger. Turning down his street and driving towards his home, she went over what she was going to do. There was no immediate plan that came to mind, it was just get there in one piece and see what happens.

She had decided on wearing her favorite red flowing dress, a thong, and no bra, since the dress was not really designed for one. She had thrown her hair up in to a ponytail, since the heat had picked up that morning.

As she pulled up and parked her car in Dom’s driveway, she glanced up and watched him. He really hadn’t spoken to her since that night that he and Joey spent with her, together. Although, it didn’t help that she had ignored him as much as she could, but she knew the silence would never last that long, not with him.

She still could not believe that they had both agreed to it; she was still in shock, and more—she wanted it to happen again. By the way Dom was acting towards her, almost as if she did not exist, that told her there wasn’t going to be a next time. Well, she was going to take matters into her own hands. If he wasn’t going to initiate what was happening between them, she was. She needed more of him; what she had had of him was not enough. Taking several deep breaths before opening her door, she got out and walked up the driveway.

She was not going to let him do this anymore. If he could come to her and get what he wanted, she was going to do the same with him.

Once she was standing in his garage, she couldn’t stop her eyes from roaming over his body. He leaned over his bike while he worked on it, only wearing a pair of really old, dirty jeans. He had on those biker boots that turned her on just at the thought of them, and he was shirtless, which she loved also. There were oil smudge marks all over his body from where he either wiped it or from leaning over his bike.

When she decided this was a good idea, she had no plan on what she was actually going to do, other than
just go with it
. But now, standing there so close to him as the engine from his bike revved, the plan quickly morphed into
take what you need from him
. Straightening her dress, she moved towards him. Before she could surprise him, he spun around, facing her.

“Chantal. What you doing here?” he asked with a frown.

Not saying a word to him, she pushed her body against his and pulled his mouth to hers, moaning at the contact. His tongue slid into her mouth and as she sucked on it, she slammed him against his bike. Her hands were all over his body, as were his on hers. Dom pushed her away, gasping for air. “What are you doing,” he whispered huskily.

Still saying nothing to him, she lifted her dress slowly up her body and over her head. As she threw it somewhere to the side, his approving groan from seeing her completely naked was sexy as hell. Smiling, she dropped to her knees right in front of him, gliding her hands up his legs as his head fell back on a moan. Unzipping his jeans, she pulled out his cock and slowly began sliding her hand up and down, tightening her grip as she went.

“Chantal.”

“I want your hard cock in my mouth, deep in my throat,” she purred.

Not giving him a chance to say or do anything, she leaned forward and took him all the way to her throat, holding him there.

“Shit,” Dom growled.

Chantal started to ravish his long, thick, hard cock. Pushing his pants further down his legs, she moved her hand up and rolled his balls gently in her hand. She watched as Dom’s body quivered at her touch and she loved every second of it.

Dom gripped the sides of her head. “Sweetheart, you’re playing with fire right now,” he groaned.

She tightened her mouth over his hardness, twisting one way then the other, while pumping her right hand up and down and massaging his ball with her left. Dom groaned louder. “Don’t stop, baby.”

She was dripping wet, and needed him inside of her soon. Quickening her pace, he thickened further and then she tasted the sweetest pre-cum in her mouth. She slid faster and faster up and down his length. He gripped her head harder than before and held it. She gagged, and he let go and did it again. She swallowed as he pushed further down her throat, gripping the head of his cock, “Fuck. Who taught you that?” he moaned, again.

Reaching up and grabbing his ass, she pulled him forward. She could do this all day but wanted to taste him in her mouth. Moving her head from side to side, twisting her mouth around him, sent him over the edge, yelling out her name.

She didn’t have time to say anything, even if she was going to. Dom lifted her off the floor and onto his bike. Spreading her legs wide, he dove between them, latching onto her clit. Arching her back off the bike, she had to hold onto the handlebars for support. Her body began to shake with ecstasy as two of his fingers slammed into her, rubbing that sweet spot deep inside of her. “Please, fuck me, Dom,” she pleaded. She couldn’t take it; she needed to be filled by him, immediately.

She watched as one of his hands moved up her body towards her breasts, and twisted her already hard nipples. “Please, make me come, I need to,” she whispered.

Pulling out his fingers, he stood and positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. “Ready?”

Chantal nodded and he lunged forward, sending him completely inside of her in one single thrust, and sending her further up the bike. His piercings rubbed every spot inside of her; she never knew that it would feel that good. Dom stopped and sat upright on the bike in front of her as if he was riding it, and pulled her down onto him.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she lifted her hips up and down as he moved back and forth inside of her. One hand tightened on her hip, holding her there, as the other started pinching her nipple, making her scream out. She was close, so close that her eyes rolled into the back of her head. As her hand moved over the handlebars she felt the keys and turned it on.
Jesus Christ!
The vibration from the motor sent her into overdrive, her clit was an inferno. She just needed that extra bit more. As she reached up and ripped the accelerator, Dom gripped her hips and really started moving inside of her. She had never seen him like this, but she loved it.

Stopping for a split second, he flipped her around so she was facing out as if she was riding the bike, and pushed himself back inside of her. She had no clue as to how the bike was still standing in the same position as it was when she arrived, but didn’t care. She felt his finger linger near her ass and then push inch-by-inch inside, before he pulled out and added a second one. As she moved back against him, Dom moved forward, sending her breasts over the handlebars. The second time it happened, her breasts hit a button, turning the lights on. Then off.  On. Off. Then the lights flickered left, and then right. She giggled when she noticed what was happening.

“I’m going to come, baby. You with me?”

Dom leaned forward, revving the engine louder, sending vibrations through her system. Grinding harder and faster on his cock, she felt the first telltale sign that he was coming. Gripping her hips much harder than before, his cock swelled, feeling thicker than she thought possible, and then he held himself still as he emptied everything he had inside of her.

She screamed his name as the revving from the motor sent her over. The bike was doing something for both of them, and the orgasm felt like it went on forever.

Dom fell on top of her, breathing heavy. She didn’t care if she couldn’t breathe, as long as she had some part of Dom touching her, she was happy.  After what felt like ages, Dom sat back and pulled her up with him. Moving her leg to the side to get off, she placed her foot down on what she thought was the foot peg, but they were propelled forward.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, Dom bent forward and squeezed the brake lever. When the bike stopped completely, she fell forward hitting the horn. Looking back at Dom, they both started to laugh at what just happened.

Both panting, she realised as to why she was there. She slid off the bike as Dom let her go, found her dress, picked it up, and turned her back to him as she pulled it on. After she stood there for several minutes, she knew she needed to move, even though she did not really want to leave. But she had to. He had done it to her, and she wanted to see how he would react when she did the same to him.

She turned slightly towards him. “Thank you,” Chantal whispered, before she ran towards her car. If she looked into his eyes, there would be no way that she could leave. As she reached for the handle to open her door, Dom’s hands landed on top of hers, and he moved behind her.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving. Please remove your hand.”

Lifting his hand from hers, he took a step back.

“Why?” he urged as he ran his fingers through his hair.

Opening her door, but without facing him, she replied, “I only came here for one thing, Dom. That was it. I’m only doing what you did to me,” she whispered, as she slid into her car.

Dom held the door open. “What are you talking about?”

Shaking her head, and on the verge of tears, she said, “Dom, please let me leave.” She was not going to cry in front of him. She just wanted to know if he felt anything towards her, besides sexually.

“Tell me, Chantal.”

“I only came here for the sex, Dom. Now, I’m going home.” Ripping the door from his grip, she slammed it. She couldn’t believe that she had voiced that it was only for the sex.
God, what is wrong with me!
It was never about the sex, although it was mind-blowing. It had to be more than that.

Banging on her window, he called out, “Chantal.”

Shaking her head again, the tears began to flow. She could not stay there anymore. She needed to get away—far away—from the temptation of him. She wanted everything from him, but knew that was only a fantasy. Reversing out of the driveway, she drove down the street. She glanced in her mirror, and saw that Dom still stood there in the same spot, looking to her car, then to his garage.

Her heart broke more at the sight of him, standing there. The one thing she wanted most in this life, she could never have. Dom was never going to want her, not the same way she wanted him. Besides the sex, which they both wanted, she needed his heart, which she would never get from him.

Now the only thing that worried her was Joey. She had just had sex with Dom, and now she was heading back to the comfort of another man.
Who the hell did that?
Jesus, she was screwed up. Wiping the tears from her cheeks, she jumped when her phone rang. Reaching for it, she glanced down to see Dom’s name flash across her phone.

She wasn’t going to answer. The sex between them was never going to happen again. Her heart could only take so much.

******

D
om stood there as he watched Chantal’s car drive further away from him.
What was all that about?
He had been thinking of her none stop since he had been at the bar. Every thought he had was of her: her smile, the sexy laugh she would do as she scrunched up her noise, the way her body moved, and the looks she gave. But what he missed most was her company.

Over the years, they had spent a fair bit of time together, but since
that
night, he had stopped it all. He could not be around her and not think about being deep inside of her.

Walking inside, he was shocked at finding Chantal in his garage. Even more so when she dropped to her knees, right there in front of anyone that walked or drove past his house. He never thought she would be into anything like that, let alone obeying his commands. Smiling to himself, he had a very strong feeling that she was submissive. He could pick it up from a lot of women, but she sent mixed signals to him.