Sweet Surrender (41 page)

She had even gone by his house but found no sign of him there, either. She was starting to freak out that she had finally lost what they had together. Sure it was just sex, but it was the best sex she had ever had with anyone. Her feelings for him were stronger now than they had ever been for anyone, and grew deeper every day. But he wasn’t showing her anything more than lust, and at the moment, he was not showing her anything at all.

As she sat on her bed with her dildo in hand, she dialled his number, yet again, hoping he would answer. Just as she heard the tenth ring tone, and was ready to hang up, he answered.

“Hello.”

“Dom,” she whispered.

Nothing was said for several minutes. She couldn’t even hear his breathing.

“Dominic, is there a chance that we can meet up and talk.”

“I don’t have time to talk.”

“Ok. I wanted to say I’m so very sorry for what happened at the club. I had no idea what was going on there, and was never told of the event, either. I received an invitation from the manager and thought you asked for it to be sent, obviously I was completely wrong,” she whispered again. She needed to hear his voice, wanting to know if everything between them was all right.

“Is this the only reason why you are calling?” he growled.

Ok, so apologising about that night wasn’t enough to him.

“I need you. It hurts...everywhere. I have tried to release it but nothing has worked. I wanted to come to you, but didn’t know if you would want to see me. And I didn’t want to go and sleep with someone else, but you haven’t replied to any of my calls.
Please
, I need to come.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Nothing, just got out of the shower and was ready to get dressed. I haven’t decided what I am wearing yet, besides my underwear.”

“What kind of panties?” he asked.

“A red lace thong, with a cute satin bow on the back,” she replied.

“Lay on the bed with your panties next to you,” he ordered.

Lying on the bed as he asked, she put on the speakerphone.

“How wet are you?”

“Soaked,” She whimpered at his words.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded.

She spread her legs, a little.

“Further.” It was like he was in the room with her, knowing she didn’t do as she was told right in the first place.

She moved her legs further apart. “Put your fingers on your clit and move it around in circles,” he ordered, again.

She began swirling her fingers around, stifling her moan.

There was a long pause as her breathing grew deeper and deeper, and she knew he was listening.

“I want you to know that I am not doing this for you. I am doing this because you need to come right now.”

She didn’t quite understand what he was saying. She was just glad that he was still talking to her after what she had done. It never took her long to come and she felt an orgasm building almost immediately after she started playing with herself.

“You know that you are not in control anymore,” he stated.

“Yes...,” she panted.

“You know that I am going to take full control of you.”

“Yes,” she agreed.

There was another long pause. Her breathing was heavier now. The more she thought about what he said, the more she needed to come.

“I’m going to come,” she said, as her fingers moved quickly over her inflamed clit.

“You must ask for permission first,” he replied.

“Please, may I come?”

Another pause.

“Please, may I come, Sir?” she asked again.

“Yes.”

She was glad of the answer because if he said no, there was no way that she could hold back. She started moaning and screaming as she came.

“Do it again,” he growled.

Surprised at his command, she began masturbating again.

“Is this what you want?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” She squirmed on the bed.

Another pause.

“Do you want to be controlled?”

“I think so,” she said softly while playing with her clit.

“Do you want to be controlled or not?” he asked again.

“Yes. I do,” she replied, panting now from the combination of masturbating and listening to his voice, which had always turned her on. Soon, she felt another orgasm coming.

There was another long pause, and all she could hear was
his
heavy breathing.

“Please, may I come, again?”

“You have disappointed me.”

“I know. I am so sorry. I won’t ever do it again,” she urged. “Please?”

“You need to know that you are not in control anymore.”

“Yes, Sir. Pleeeease, may I come?” she begged.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she replied, trying hard to hold it in.

“Pleeeeease!” she pleaded.

“You may come,” he told her.

She screamed and moaned louder than the first time. She was panting and wiggling all over. When she was finished, she realised that she was clear on the other side of the bed. How did she get there without even knowing?

“Tell me how wet your pussy is.”

She reached down and put her finger inside her pussy. “It’s soaking wet,” she whispered.

“Good. Now take your panties and wipe your pussy juices all over them,” he instructed.

“What did you say?” She couldn’t believe what she had heard.

“I will not repeat myself, Chantal.”

Shaking, she took her panties and started wiping them over herself, inserted them just a little, and then pulled them out.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.

“I want you to put them in a plastic bag, seal it, and drop them off to my house.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Guess any potential thoughts of not dropping them over and deceiving him are out of the question
. He didn’t miss a trick.

There was a long pause.

“You’re welcome,” he said.

“Thank you,” she replied.

“Have a nice day,” he said curtly, and then hung up.

Was this what she really wanted? Could she handle another male controlling everything she did?

Why was he acting different than he normally did? She had never heard him speak the way he just had, ever. Although it sent a tingle down her spine, it also frightened her a little as well.

Dialling his number again, she was shocked when he answered straight away.

“Is everything alright, Dom?”

“I’m busy, Chantal. Stop calling.” And he hung up again.

Well, what the hell was his problem? She had apologised to him, more than once, but it was like it wasn’t enough for him. What more did he want her to say or do? Well, if he wanted her to stop calling, she would bloody well stop doing just that.

She had her answer, he didn’t want anything more to do with her; he had moved on, by the sound of it. Well, she was going to do the same, after she cried over him with a tub of her favourite Ben and Jerry’s ice cream and several shots of vodka. Maybe she would skip the vodka, go over to her shop, and see what she could order in to spice it up.

After three hours of crying, she had shed her last tear over her so-called relationship with Dom. She pulled on her jeans and a black lace top, and jumped into her car. As she was driving towards her shop, her phone rang. Leaning over and grabbing it, she read the name before she answered. “Dominic,” she mumbled to herself. Throwing her phone back against the passenger seat, she drove on.

Well, if she wasn’t allowed to call him, he was sure as hell not allowed to do the same to her. What was he playing at by telling her to stop calling? And then he decides to call her? Well, screw him, literally. She wasn’t going to wait around for him anymore; she did that for a whole week already and it was a waste of time.

As she parked her car in front of her shop, she got out, left her phone exactly where it was, and walked inside. Even though there were only four hours left of open time, she sent Emma home early. She had to go over the inventory and see what she needed to order, and the best way to do that was to be in the shop.

She had several people come in and purchase items; she even had a group of women come in asking whether she did lingerie parties for the bride-to-be. She had never thought of that before but would definitely consider them. It was similar to what Skylar used to do, but a little different. This was only lingerie, no sex toys would be involved.

She was in the final stage of finalizing the details with Stacy about the sex toy part. Once that was done, she would have a section in her shop just for toys, only a small amount. She did not want it take away from all the lingerie.

By closing time, it felt like the longest day she had ever had, even though she had not been there very long. Locking the door behind her, she carried the bags full of lingerie to her car. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught movement near the shop next to hers.

She placed the bags into her car, but keeping a careful eye on the movement. As she rounded her car, she glanced over to where she thought she had seen something, and nothing, absolutely nothing was there. Maybe she was going crazy, or being paranoid.

She had tried to figure out who was behind all the letters that she had received, but came up clueless. Nothing had happened for a little while, and she hoped it had all stopped.

When she pulled away from the shop, another movement flashed at her side, nearly making her scream out. Something was out there, and she had no idea what it was. She was a nervous wreck. Everything around her was starting to get to her, and she wanted it all to stop, like immediately. It was stressful, thinking that someone out there was keeping a very close eye on her.

D
om threw his phone down and gripped the edge of his desk, digging his fingers into the sides. He couldn’t help but be an asshole to her; she had to understand what she had done at the club, was not right.

Seeing her there on that bloody stage with that loser of a guy, made him sick to his stomach. She should have known that what she was doing up there, and just her being with someone else besides him inside that club, would have that effect on him.

The whole week he had deliberately kept himself away from her; not answering the phones calls, not seeing her in person, and not even asking about her. He wanted to see her and tell her exactly what she did and how he felt seeing it, but he knew that if he did, things would be said that he or she did not mean. And he couldn’t handle that at the moment.

He needed to have the control over her—complete control. What would he be if he didn’t have that? A weak piece of shit, that is what. That is what his uncle had told him. “Any woman on this earth is only here for one thing. To be controlled fully by a man. They are only good for being controlled completely, and fucked hard and well. If you do that, you will own their soul.”

He didn’t want to think about those long ass conversations that his uncle had with him. At first he thought it was normal for a male to treat a female the way he did, but over the years of watching it happen, it made him so sick that he eventually he cut all ties off to his uncle for good.

He knew what he was into and what he did for pleasure was sick to some people, but what he saw from his uncle, was disgusting. He didn’t have a clue as to why a woman would think half the stuff he saw would be pleasurable.

What he was into was nothing compared to what his uncle wanted him to do to all the women he had been with, and even just thinking about that, he knew there would be no way on this earth or even in hell that he would possibly do it to Chantal. No one should be treated the way he had seen those women be treated, whether they enjoyed it or not.

This last week being away from her nearly had him crawling on his knees back to her, forgetting about what he had seen at the club, but no, he couldn’t do that. She needed to understand that what she had done, did not sit well at all with him. She was his, and only his.

That is why he acted like that towards her over the phone. He was in control of the whole situation, not her. He was taking control over her heart, body and soul. He knew deep down that she had strong feelings for him, and he felt the same with her. Maybe that is what he would have to prove to her, how he really felt about her, that what was happening between them was not just about sex. It was a lot more than just that.

He was in love with her. His heart only belonged to her. Now, he just had to show her exactly how much he loved her, and ensure that the scene at the club would never happen again, unless it was with him.

Cancelling the rest of the day, he tried ringing her, but had a feeling she wouldn’t answer after the way he had spoken to her the last time. He needed to see her in person. He would demand her time, and he would not take no for an answer.

This all needed to happen before the event in two days. He hated lying to her and knew that she would be upset once he told her that he needed to leave for several days, when in fact, he would be still in town. He had to tell her soon about his other job. He didn’t want her to find out some other way. If someone beat him to it, he would lose her for good because of his stupidity for not telling her in the first place.

Once everything was sorted out for the rest of that day and the next, he arranged to have his truck dropped off out front and asked Marcus to drop his bike off at home.

When she called this morning, saying that one of the reasons she was ringing was she needed to come, he seriously had not expected her to say that to him, not by a long shot. He was so close to pulling himself off, listening to her moan out his name over the phone as she came, not once, but twice. He nearly lost it just hearing her, and without even touching his cock.

That is what she had always done to him. Just the sound of her voice or breath over the phone had him hard and ready for her. He was savouring it; no way was he wasting it in his hand, it belonged in her body, just where he belonged.

He tried one more time calling her, and as before, she didn’t answer. He knew where she would be. Jumping into his truck, he turned his phone on vibrate and then drove away from his workplace. He was not going to have any interruptions, not this time. He needed this alone time with her, to explore her body, and to see how she really felt about him, once and for all.