The Dominator (18 page)

“Now,” he added.

I shook my head.

“Are you telling me
No
?”

I looked up at the ceiling and tried hard to not cry but my chin was trembling.

He yanked the pants the rest of the way down, then stood up, towering over me and hauled the t-shirt I was wearing over my head, leaving me in my bra. Then he undid it, too, and pulled it off. He did all of this methodically and then he stopped and tipped my chin up so I’d have to look at him. He was so intimidating. Bigger, stronger, such an intense look on his face. I was a quaking mess. I covered my chest with my arms.

He dropped his pants. I held back the tears that were threatening. “I’ve done nothing wrong.” I said to the ceiling.

His eyes were on me, glaring at me, making me want to cower, “I told you to come to me and you hesitated. I told you to take off your shirt and you hesitated. I think you need to learn a little bit about following directions.” His eyes burned into me with anger. He was scaring the fuck out of me.

“You don’t hesitate when I tell you to do something. You do it. And when I call, you answer the fucking phone; understand?”

I stepped back, stepping out of the pants that were pooled at my feet. He stepped forward. I stepped back again and again and then my back hit wall. He came up directly against me and grabbed my wrists and held them against the wall above my head.

“Disobey me again; I dare ya.”

He stared for a moment and then let go, grabbed my breasts and raked his fingers over my nipples roughly.

My now free hands pushed at him and for a split second he let me go and then my hands came up to cover myself. He smirked, then leaned forward and hauled me over a shoulder and then dropped me on the bed.

“On all fours, now,” he said. He pointed at the mattress. I shook my head and a whimper came out.

“Oh, another refusal? Did you forget rules one
and
two today, Tia? Not obeying me and discussing me with someone else?”

“I didn’t discuss you.”

“But you agree that you disobeyed me?”

“Please don’t.” My heart hammered against my chest wall.

He leaned over toward me, “On all fours. Now. If you’re going to be a disobedient bitch, I’ll fuck you like one.” He picked up the belt from beside me. I started to whimper and cower. He smirked. He looked so evil, so like he was loving every minute of this. Part of me was ready to just do what he said to make things easier but something rose in me.

No.
No, I wasn’t going to just be a victim here, let him beat me. This sick and twisted man could not just take me over and over like this. I may not have been a strong person but I certainly wasn’t
this
weak, was I? I backed up against the headboard and then he leaned closer, a sickening glint in his eye.

Right then, right there, I was so done. Totally done dealing with this prick. I leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed for the lamp and bashed it on his head. “Fuck you!” I screamed. He looked dazed for about a second. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough.

Tommy

I can’t believe she fucking whacked me on the head. I was practically seeing stars. I saw three of her in front of me.  As I shook it off, she took off toward the patio door. I caught her by the leg and we both crashed down onto the carpet by the doors.

I knew I had gone too far with the way I was handling this but today had been a bad fucking day so far and I’d just seen red imagining her being taken from me and now I was letting her know how fucking pissed I was.

She raked her fingernails down my cheek and it instantly burned. I gave her an incredulous look and then I quickly pinned her to the rug and held her wrists tight, “Athena!” I hollered at her. It obviously scared her as she stilled long enough for me to lay right on top of her. Pinned, I parted her legs with my knee. I needed to be inside of her right now, I needed her to submit. I dipped a finger into her pussy and it let me in a little. She wasn’t soaked but there was something. She bucked, trying to get me off her, her fists flying, then she head butted me right in the eye.

She was so fucking sexy with rage in her green eyes and her little fists flying at me. I was seeing waves of blinding light combined with the flurry of her fists and her long hair whipping around, with flashes of hatred on her face. I growled and then reached for her, “It’s time to submit to your master,” I laughed while I told her this. My vision returned to normal just in time to see her pale under me.

I laughed again and then licked her from the base of her throat up her cheek and up to her temple, “You’re mine, Athena. All mine. You’re either gonna be my dirty little whore or you’re gonna be nothing to me. The way you behave in the next little while will determine which one. It’s time to let me in.” I growled, tasting blood from the cut on my lip, “Open your legs.”

Tia

Until that point I’d been struggling, not because I thought I could win but because I had to. I couldn’t just do whatever he wanted. Couldn’t. I started to feel like it was stupid to fight. But I couldn’t stop. And it was like it fueled him. Every time I disobeyed or fought back he got this look in his eyes, this fire.  And the fire today seemed like it was burning hotter than it had so far because I’d
really
fought with him with all my might. I’ve scratched his face, I’ve bashed him on the head with a lamp, I’ve bucked and kicked at him, I’ve pulled his hair, I’ve punched him in the mouth and wherever my fists would land but he was not stopping. I guessed I should count myself lucky he hadn’t hit me back; he’s got way more strength than me. Lucky? Hah! I felt pride, though, in that I’d fought back, in that I’d ignored the urge to just turtle and let him have his way.

But now, after those words and because finally, he got his cock against me and started to prod and damn it but he got no resistance from my body, I gave up. The bravery in me just shriveled up and wilted.

“So perfect,” he moaned, and then he had my arms pinned above my head again. I feebly tried to buck him off one last time but it just helped him drive deeper into me and then I gave up, I was spent, all the fight in me depleted. He had me pinned, I couldn’t move. So I didn’t have to fight any more.

I started whimpering in my defeat and at my screwed up thoughts then I whimpered harder because the sensations he was creating started to feel good.  Was I whimpering out of desire or defeat? It didn’t matter because I had no choice.

“Good girl; you know when it’s time to submit,” he started to passionately kiss my throat, and then he got his mouth right by my ear and whispered, “No one is ever gonna be inside of you again but me, you know that?” and then he rolled his hips and kept pumping into me, “No one.”

I couldn’t move under him. I was completely pinned and he held my wrists tight, too tight. He was hitting my clit and up inside that front wall of me where it felt so good. The fight had left me because I was powerless to do anything but go limp and succumb to it, so I guess I did. At feeling me go lax he let go and then he took my ass cheeks in his hands and then he pulled out and flipped me and then pulled me up so that I was on all fours. Then he drilled me from behind and it was so deep, so fucking deep, that I thought I’d just tip over and just go limp. He was fucking me like a bitch, just like a dirty little whore like he said he’d do, and I hated that it felt good. Was I just as sick and twisted as he was? He kept going and then he started to rub circles around my clit, then at an “Ah” from me, he leaned in to my ear and said, “I win.”

I guess he did win because he wasn’t pinning my arms any longer and yet I was obeying him. I fell on my face when he said that and that’s when his belt bit into my ass and the sound of it hitting me made me squeal in pain even more than the sensation, “Please Tommy,” I needed him to let me go.

He kept pounding into me, then he grunted the words out, “Your body was fucking made for me.” 

There were goose bumps all over me and he laughed low in his throat, a knowing laugh, knowing that he owned me and that my body was doing just what he wanted it to do. He leaned back, rotated his hips, and smacked me across the top of my ass again, but with his hand, as he drove in. My eyes rolled back into my head and I let out another loud “Ah.”

He hit again with his hand and I fell on my face and screamed out but he was also hitting that spot inside of me and then he grabbed my clit and twisted, forcing my orgasm. He leaned forward and grabbed my throat, mid climax and lifted me back up then grunted, “Perfect, baby,” and he kept going, hand covering my throat possessively, using me like a ragdoll.  He went on for what felt like forever, chasing his orgasm, grunting into me. Was it ever going to be over?  I was starting to get raw. He slid in and out and in and out; I felt the ridges of his cock gliding over sensitive places inside of me, I felt goose bumps all over me as he kissed the back of my neck and tweaked my nipple, his other hand rising and lowering over my throat.  Finally, he groaned long and husky and oh my god but it sounded so sexy.  How? How could that thought even occur to me?

When it was finally over I was limp on the floor, totally spent. For a minute, he was limp on top of me. Then he rolled off me and then disappeared into the bathroom. I was still on the floor. I could do nothing but just lie there. Maybe I would just die there.

A moment later he gently lifted me off the floor and then he had me in bed.  He was covering me up. “Nap? No way I’m making it back to the office now,” He whispered, kissed my temple, and then spooned me.

He was holding me like this thing he just did to me was consensual, like I hadn’t fought back with all of my might and drawn his blood. And I was too limp and spent and emotionally paralyzed to do anything but lay there. He stroked my hair and kept kissing the back of my head, kissing my shoulder, my earlobe. I tried to not let what he was doing comfort me but I cried softly into the pillow until I started to feel myself drifting off. I kept fighting it.  A few minutes later my tears stopped and his breathing evened out in sleep so as I was laying there staring off into space, laying in a wet spot from his semen that leaked out of me, I shifted the blanket under myself to cover the wet spot. It felt like my guts had been yanked out underneath his hand, which was resting on my stomach.

I was tuned into him, into his breathing, which was tickling my shoulder, into the feel of his hard body against me, his hand possessively over my tummy. My ass hurt from the belt and I needed to pee. I held it for as long as I could, alternately worrying about waking him and also thinking I should really bash his head in right now while he slept.

Finally, what might’ve been 20 minutes or after what might’ve been an hour passed and I couldn’t wait anymore I slowly pulled away. His eyes opened and he watched me pull the top sheet out from the mess of tangled bedding and wrap it around myself. His eyes met mine and while I couldn’t read his hard expression, I felt shame and pain wash over me at the same time. I looked away and went into the bathroom and then when I sat down to pee, I almost hit the ceiling as it stung deep inside. It felt like I was torn inside.  When I was done, I came back out and climbed into the bed and as close to the edge as I could get.

He rolled over, his arm covered me and half his body covered me. His lips softly touched the center of my back and kissed upwards to the back of my neck where he stopped and fell back asleep. His lips just stayed there, on the back of my neck. I just wanted to cry because it felt so loving and tender and yet twisted me up inside like a pretzel. The guy was some sort of master of the mind fuck.

I woke up some time later; the room was darkened, and he was getting clothes on. He left the room. I stayed in the bed. I didn’t want to get up. Ever.

Tommy             

I got up and as I pulled the blankets back I caught sight of the belt mark across her ass and lower back. I winced. I got dressed, put my jacket on, grabbed my phone and keys, and walked past Sarah, ignoring her dirty looks and then I caught a flash of shock in her eyes. I passed the mirror on the wall by the front door and saw that my eye was bruised and that there were claw marks on my face. Looked like I’d have a fat lip, too.

I decided to head to the gym to punch the rest of this out. I held back with Tia this afternoon. Yeah, I’ve been holding back all along but today I let the beast out more than ever and if I was honest with myself I knew I could’ve really gone another round, could’ve blackened her eye and bloodied her lip, like she’d done to me. The difference was I deserved it; she didn’t.

I hadn’t hit her back, other than her ass; I had zero desire to hit her anywhere else. In fact, I hated how I felt when I’d hit her ass with the belt. I didn’t think I wanted to do that to her again. Right now I wanted to hit something or someone else to work these frustrations out. I had all this frustration in me that I couldn’t put a label on. I still tasted my blood on my lip as I drove away.

I knew where at least part of the frustration came from. I was so fucking mad about that woman tracking her down and getting her aside. That could’ve been anyone. It could’ve been someone who wanted to take her from me that had the ability to do it.

Pop and I both got identical anonymous letters today. They were cryptic, done in cut up newspaper print, saying something about fresh new Ferrano acquisitions being redistributed. It might not be about her but I suspected it was. And in case it was, I’ve already arranged to double security for her and before I can pull the trigger to get that done
this
happens.