The Dominator (48 page)

Funny how I suddenly felt like bliss could come
from
pain. Funny how meeting him changed my life in a heartbeat and funny that being with someone for just 3 weeks could change my whole outlook, my whole way of thinking.

“I feel like a very lucky girl, today. The casino, the laptop, you…”

“I’m the lucky one, baby girl.”

There seemed to be so much sincerity in his voice, on his face, that I felt like I was going to burst into tears. But I didn’t. Instead, I climbed off his lap and got on my knees on the floor in between his legs and fumbled to undo the buttons on his jeans.  I pushed into his underwear and pulled his cock out. He made a hissing sound and arched a little. I looked up at his face and he was staring intensely at me, baring his teeth a little, his shoulders all tense.

I moved toward him, the tip of my tongue touched his cock, but then there was laughter outside. Startled, I looked up. The blinds were closed so no one had seen us. But there was talking outside the window. A guy was talking on the phone. Tommy had been looking down at me with lust in his eyes but then that laughter made him snarl at the window, he took my hand to pull me up, “Upstairs,” he said and tried to tuck himself back into this pants but clearly, things were far too awake down there to make that comfortable. He thundered, “Fuck off away from my window, Dex!”

“Shit, sorry, Boss.” was the alarmed reply.

“Gimme two minutes, baby,” he whispered, “Get upstairs, get naked, and wait for me.” He winked at me and I dashed off.

Tommy

How on earth did I luck out like this? I was a diabolical cold-hearted and sadistic prick and this beautiful, sweet girl had been through so much shit with me in a few short weeks but yet she was declaring her love for me. Not only did she declare her love for me but she was making it her mission to take care of my needs, on her knees even. I had everything. Everything I wanted. I didn’t deserve it but I was gonna fuckin’ take it.

I could see it in her eyes, the way she examined me, wondering if I was going to be approachable, the way she was careful and then took cues from my mood but still seemed to be the Tia I’d fallen for so far, mostly. She wasn’t 100% okay yet but I could see that maybe, if I was smart about all this, she could be. I was a lucky sonofabitch. I just hoped I didn’t fuck it up by taking things too far with her.

I almost broke her the other night in the hotel room. It had to be divine intervention that the show I’d gotten talked into bringing her to was some kind of epiphany for her. I didn’t really wanna go to the show and subject her to Goldberg’s brand of kink but being out in public, having her pretend we weren’t entrenched in the middle of our relationship falling apart…I guess I just wanted it to last a little longer.

When I saw what unfolded on that stage and how she reacted to it I didn’t know if it’d ruin her or bring her back from the cusp of breaking. It was like she understood a bit more about me, enough to help us move forward. Where we’d end up ultimately, who knew, but for now she was okay, it seemed. When she declared herself mine, it had been the highest moment I could remember.  Until she said she loved me, too. That had blown me away and made me want to make sure I never fucked up again. I knew I’d fuck up, though. The question was…how badly?

I tamed the beast momentarily, putting it away, and then went out and read Dex, who wasn’t new but who was new to the house security team, the riot act and then headed upstairs to get a blowjob from the girl I loved. That was another thing; she was going to give me something I
knew
couldn’t be easy for her after Mexico and I’d make sure she knew how much that meant to me.

Tia was on the bedroom floor naked, and not just on her knees but fucking bowed down, her elbows touching the carpet and her ass in the air.  The laptop was on the bed so I strolled past her and lifted it off and put it on the nightstand.

“Baby,” I said, my voice gruff, and she rose up onto her knees and looked at me with huge eyes and a whole lot of what looked like fear on her face. I stepped in front of her and put my hands in her hair, “I love you.” I told her.

“I love you, Tommy.” she said softly, making every nerve on my body come alive, and then her expression softened. She undid my pants and took my cock into her hand, kissed the tip and then slowly ran her tongue from the tip to my pelvis. Then she planted a kiss on my abdomen and then did the reverse, taking her tongue slowly back to the tip and then proceeded to take half of my cock into her mouth while gripping below that with a tight fist.

She looked so fucking sexy, alternately closing her eyes and getting into it and looking up at me, like she was looking to see if she had my approval. It was like she was worshipping my cock and it was beautiful to watch. I didn’t want to come in her mouth, I wanted inside of her and if I didn’t stop her, it’d be all over. So after absorbing the feel of her mouth for a minute, I leaned down and caressed her face and then pulled out, took her hand, and guided her to the bed.

When I reached between her legs she was soaking fucking wet. I got inside of her and rubbed her clit, making sweet love to her and held back until she arched her back and cried out my name at which point I detonated inside of her.  We fell asleep together afterwards, arms wrapped around one another, my cock still inside her.

Tia

I’d waited for him on the floor in that pose after remembering the man on the stage and seeing it again having checked out a BDSM website real quick for information about dominants and submissives and it’d obviously done the trick, made him very pleased. I had bookmarked the site so I could get more information later. I found the whole thing exciting and got wet just thinking about surprising him like that, waiting in a submissive pose.

But I almost had a panic attack waiting for him to come to me because two feet away from where I was on the floor I knew there were two guns and a knife. I had alternating visions playing like a movie in my head of me shooting him in the head with his gun and me plunging his knife into my own stomach. My heart had hammered in my throat and my ears had gotten hot and the sound of his footsteps when he’d come in had made me feel like I was about to commit one of those two acts and I really didn’t know which one it’d be. But then as soon as he called me
Baby
and told me he loved me he was all I saw. The weapons under the bed were momentarily gone from existence. I was afraid I might be losing my mind.

** ** **

He’d spent the next day in his office and as it hit late afternoon I asked if he wanted me to cook something for him. He surprised me by saying he wanted to go out for burgers and see a movie. I was shocked he didn’t want to just chill and do nothing tonight since we’d just gotten back last night. I was also shocked that he wasn’t tied up with work after being away but he told me that his brother had everything well looked after and there was nothing too pressing.

It was near sunset but it was still sweltering hot outside. We’d gotten dressed in shorts and tank tops and flip flops and Tommy looked so young and carefree compared to his polished serious suit persona. He told me he knew the perfect burger joint. We swung in, filled out burger contracts (a checklist of how we wanted our burgers prepared) and ordered milkshakes. He ordered chocolate and I ordered vanilla but felt my face get flushed when I asked for vanilla and he’d chuckled and kissed me breathless while we were waiting for our orders. Then he drove me to the beach, the beach where we’d gone after that first date at the Italian restaurant. I wondered if he’d taken me there on purpose so that I’d see we could have sunsets on the beach sometimes.

We found a picnic table and it really was a delicious burger. He looked at me with this mortified look when I swiped one of his onion rings (a really crispy one!) and then shoved it under the bun of my burger then gave me a big kiss and stole one of my French fries, which led to me feeding him half of my fries one by one looking at one another all googly-eyed. We got to watch the sun set, all cuddled up together. It felt like we were a normal couple.

He kept looking like he wanted to say something. But he didn’t. I could’ve said stuff too, but I didn’t. So much was exchanged in those glances, it was almost like a conversation that didn’t need words. He wanted to know I was okay. I wanted to be okay. I didn’t know if I was okay but I was trying to be. Maybe if he never got like that again, I could be. Maybe I could make sure he never got like that again. I knew I was taking on a huge responsibility for something that might be completely out of my realm of control but I wanted us to work so I wanted to try.

Then we went to a drive-in and I fell asleep watching the movie, some fast car / gun-toting/ lots of explosions / bromance partner cops type of movie and woke up when he re-started the car to drive us back.

** ** **

The next few days were amazing. It felt like playing house and I was loving it. We’d had three days to ourselves before Sarah was back. I’d been keeping the house tidy, cooking for him, doing laps in the pool and spending time in the basement gym, doing research on my pretty pink laptop about him and his sexual tastes, and considering options for online school. I played Miss Pacman on the arcade machine in the basement, determined to beat Dario’s #1 spot high score. In a few days I was at the #2 spot and I wasn’t giving up. I’d put “TiaTyson” as my name on it.

I’d had two conversations on the phone, one with Lisa about wedding plans and an upcoming baby shower for Luciana. I told her I’d come over and meet with her and the sisters and we could make plans. She told me they were all happy to help. I said I’d talk to Tommy about dinner on the upcoming Sunday and then we’d sit down and go over things. Then I had a phone conversation with my best friend Ruby.

I’d brought it up after afternoon sex when we were all cuddled up afterwards. I nervously told Tommy I needed to talk to her, to put her mind at ease because she’d just been wondering about me for all this time, and because I’d promised Rose that I’d call her. By not calling I’d be leaving them wondering and worrying about me. He said it was fine but that I had to remember that any call could be being recorded and that I had to be very careful of what I said. I assured him it’d be fine to talk to Ruby and that I understood. I was about to dial from the house line when he fetched me an older disposable flip phone call phone, reminding me to be careful on any line, but especially on a house line or traditional cell phone. When he left the room I braced myself with a deep breath and dialed her cell.

First she was pissed at me. I’d just disappeared for weeks and she’d only heard that I’d run off with a guy. Her parents had evidently protected her from their suspicions even in the beginning when they were involving police and my social worker.

I was easily able to sell her on this being a case of a whirlwind romance, especially with the way I’d been obsessing about ‘ice cream parlor hottie’ before grad. The guy from the ice cream parlor had swept me off my feet and we’d moved in together. She was a romantic at heart and so it wasn’t at all hard to convince her that this was just all that’d happened. She was mad at me but said she’d seen how gorgeous he was when he picked me up from the post-grad party in that convertible. When she asked why I was all upset at the house after grad and why I’d disappeared like that I said, “Let’s just say my father did something to seriously disappoint me.” She’d replied with a knowing, “Enough said.”
Hallelujah!

I told mostly the truth, or at least selective parts of it, about how Tommy had come in and flirted with me (which she’d already known), I stretched the truth a bit by saying he found out our parents knew one another so had my Dad arrange for us to meet. I told her he’d wined and dined me, taken me on a vacation, that we’d had sunset beach walks, made love in a hayloft when he proposed, told her that I knew when my dream wedding dance song came on and that he’d picked that moment with the fireflies and the stars in the sky to ask me to marry him that I didn’t need to wait to get to know him better, that everything he was in that moment was just what I wanted in a husband. I told her he was protective, fiercely protective, that he was strong, that he was smart and funny, and that sometimes he could be so sweet that it made my heart melt. I also told her about the panty-melting sex, a little. That it was hot, not what it entailed. She practically swooned over the phone when I told her he’d repeatedly made me come hard, not once, but two and three times per sex session.

I told her I was getting married in a few weeks and that of course she needed to be my maid of honor.  She was sort of awestruck and didn’t ask me a lot of questions. She gave me shit about not calling a few times during the conversation but I just kept saying it had to do with shit about my Dad that I couldn’t talk about and then she’d say “Enough said!” and let me off the hook.

If it’d been Beth or Mia I know I’d never have gotten away with it. Mia wanted to be a journalist and Beth wanted to go into law. They’d be tag team interrogating me, trying to understand why I just disappeared, why all the plans were suddenly out the window for a guy I’d just met. But Ruby wasn’t a skeptic; in fact, she was a lot like a Disney princess who was listening to me and envisioning the day
her
prince would come. I cut her short when she told me that Mia was there and wanted her to pass the phone and said I’d call back later.

When I hung up, the bedroom door slowly swung open.  Tommy was standing there. By his face I could tell he’d heard the whole thing. I wasn’t surprised he’d eavesdropped at all but couldn’t be mad because he strode in like a man with a mission and ravished me until I’d had two orgasms.  He told me that it was beautiful to hear the way I’d chosen to tell the story of us. He’d heard me tell Ruby, how beautiful he was, what an amazing lover he’d been. I’d said something to the effect of him fucking me into oblivion multiple times a day, which was pretty much true because we’d been at it like rabbits for the past few days. Vanilla rabbits, though.