A Dominant Man (18 page)

“Ok, I understand. I’ll find something to occupy my time.”

“I may be in my office for a while, so go to bed if you feel tired, and I’ll join later.”

“Don’t take too long. I’m
extremely
thirsty.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He shak
es his head. “You’re absolutely voracious. What have I gotten myself into?”

“Trouble,” I purr. “I hope you can keep up.” I repeat his words from Monday’s proposition.

“I have my doubts,” he teases with a gentle smirk, tracing his fingers along my face. He leans in and kisses my forehead. “I won’t be long.”

He releases me, and we rise off the bed. He strides out of the room without looking back at me as I wish he would, so I can get one last glimpse at those pretty eyes.

I decide to look around, get familiar with the place. I head downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water. It’s also dark woods, black marble counter tops, and stainless steel appliances. It’s much bigger than mine is, enough for a team of cooks to cater a lavish party. I’m totally jealous.

The fridge is huge, with a glass door I can peek through. I spy pineapple juice, and I opt for that instead
of water. I pour myself a glass and one for Hunt.

I bring it back up to his office where he’s on the phone speaking fluent Italian. Whatever he’s saying, it isn’t good. He’s heated and pacing throughout the office. I’m glad I’m not on the other end of his wrath. He stops dead in his tracks and pivots to acknowledge me. He gives me a high voltage smile, and I hold up the glass of juice. I walk it over to him, and he graciously takes the cup.

“Uno momento,” he utters into the phone and places it on his shoulder. I stand on my tiptoes, and he kisses my lips sweetly. “Thank you. That was thoughtful.”

“I figured you might be as thirsty as me.”

He gazes in that have-to-be-inside-you way.

“Yes, I am. I won’t be more than an hour, angel face.”

I take a sip from my glass, the sweet juice cooling my mouth and throat as it slides down.

“Mmmm, tasty.” I lick my lips. “I’ll be waiting,” I utter, turning and walking out with a little extra swa
gger, swaying my hips from side to side. “…and wanting.”

“You’re playing dirty. N
ot fair,” he calls out after me, and I giggle to myself as I go back downstairs to explore.

I
discover the library, the gym, and game room. I poke around, searching for anything good. The library’s filled with a ton of books, a fireplace, and a few cozy chairs to curl up and read in.

The gym looks like a professional establishment with every machine and piece of equipment
you would need to get in shape. The game room has a bar, billiards, darts, and an entertainment system with an enormous flat screen and every kind of videogame system on the market. Behind the ridiculous setup, a wall crammed full of games, movies, and CD’s. It’s sick.

I would love to play a game with him.

I decide to settle in the main living area. I grab the touchscreen off the coffee table and take a seat on the couch near the fireplace, facing the view. I press the fireplace option, and it blazes to life, casting the dim lit room in a soft golden glow. I sit in silence for a while gaping at the photos, drinking my juice, and letting the fires warmth blanket me, taking the chill out of my bones.

I’m suddenly exhausted when I peek at a clock on the wall. It’s already two fifteen, and Damian has been in his office since one. As I get to my feet, I spot Hunt on the staircase watching me intently.

“You’re breathtaking, Gabrielle. I nearly died at the sight of you. I had to take a moment to admire.” He reveals the professional camera hidden behind his back. “You captivate me.”

“For a guy who doesn’t do intimate, you seem to have it down pat.”

“I know what you need, and I want to give you anything you desire.” He finishes his descent down the stairs and saunters over to me.

“I desire you, Hunt.”

He takes the glass from my hand, setting it on the table, and picks up the touchscreen, selecting Grieg’s, ‘In the Hall of the Mountain King’. I know it well. It’s one of my favorite Classical compositions, along with Tchaikovsky’s ballet, Sleeping Beauty. When I was a little girl, I would play them loud and dance around my parent’s house.

He saunters back to me and clasps his large hand around my wrist. The fire turns his eyes a lighter green, a need to be inside me burns from there earthy depths. He hauls me into him and kisses me with a ferocity that makes me dizzy. The room spins around me, and the floor falls away. He fists his hands in my hair and mashes me into him, my swollen lips
fusing with his. My body yearns, and my clit pulsates. I need him…now.

“I need you, too,” he says through squished lips, reading my body, knowing it craves his sexpertise.

“Then take me.”

He draws me away, rips off my clothes, and
tows me back in his embrace, lying me down on the couch, so my ass hangs over the edge. He nips and licks my neck while undoing his fly, spreading my legs with his kneeling body. He grasps my breasts and kneads them with his rough touch. His mouth comes down on one, biting, tugging, and licking.

My nipple hardens in his mouth, and he moans
, causing a delicious vibration. He keeps at them and splays his hand on my womb, sliding his thumb to my clit and teasing it. It doesn’t take long before I’m ready for him. I can’t take it any longer.

“Please, fuck me. I’m dying for you.”

Hunt groans and shifts his hips, plunging his heavy cock into my coveting body. He takes me in a merciless frenzy as if he were trying to climb inside of me.

His hands seize my breasts, hips, thighs. He thumps into me with sexual aggression, his eyes beam into mine with an intensity, calling to the truest point of my existence.

As the pace gradually crescendos, so does he, matching the passion of the ascending notes. Thrusting harder, rougher, faster, again and again, over and over.

“You love me fucking this pretty little cunt. You’re fucking soaked.”

He groans out, skillfully pumping into me with astounding fervor. He sweeps his thumb across my bottom lip, and I take it into my mouth, sucking hard and twirling my tongue around the tip. He moans, extracting his digit from my hold and clutches at my ankles, lifting them into the air. He latches them together, tightening my grip on his hard, thrusting cock.

“Yes. Oh my fucking god, yes, harder. Please!” I beg.

He mercilessly pulverizes me, and I meet his exuberant thrusts, pound for pound. A sheen of sweat coats his taut, tan flesh. He swivels his hips into me, hitting my
O-
zone repeatedly. I tense and convulse as my body jolts with every drub. I feel it building inside me as the music quickens, so do I. It’s seizing my body, winding me up, taking me over, pulling me under.

The music finally hits the peak of its crescendo as we come to ours in ferocious blaze of impassioned moans. Our cries burst out, echoing around us as we take in each other’s violent aftershocks.

He collapses on me, laying his head on my chest. I run my fingers through his hair, dragging my nails gently over his scalp. He cradles me in his arms, firmly hugging me to him. We remain in each other’s arms, gently petting, until my eyes refuse to stay open any longer, and I fall asleep in his secure embrace.

I
’m roused out of a deep sleep by music coming from a far off room. I’m alone in Damian’s bed, and the room is pitch black due to the large shade covering the glass wall. The only light is from the alarm clock, which reads four thirty.

I clamber out of his giant bed in the nude and wrap the black satin sheet around me, heading toward the Classical music. I find Damian downstairs, lying on the couch stark naked, an arm draped over his face. The fire dances off his muscles and enhances the gold in his medium brown hair, turning it a lovely caramel hue.

The sullen melody is haunting, and the sorrow sweeps over me, but it’s not the music’s, it’s Hunt’s. I carefully walk over to him, unsure of his mood or desire for company. I approach the couch and gently stroke his calf. He jolts, finding me with those sad eyes.

“I didn’t mean to startle you. I woke up and heard the music. Would you like company?”

He has a mask of misery on his face but manages a hint of a smile.

“I’m sorry
I woke you. I couldn’t sleep.”

“I’m not sorry, I’m delighted you did. I don’t like to be in bed without you, to wake up without you beside me, but I can go back if you want to be alone.”

“No, I want you to come lay with me.”

He opens his arms
, inviting me to cuddle against him, and my heart nearly melts. There’s something in the way he wants me, needs me, can’t live without me, that makes me want to give him everything I have.

He rolls on his side, arms open, and I remove the sheet to curl up into the nook. I throw the sheet over us, and he folds his arm around me, binding me to him. I feel his toned, naked flesh on mine, and it’s exhilarating.

“I’m sorry about not being there. I promise never to let you wake up to an empty bed again.”

“It’s alright. I understand it isn’t always going to be possible. I’m being clingy.”

“I want you to be clingy.” He kisses the back of my head and sighs.

“I love
‘Moonlight Sonata’. Beethoven, right?”

“Yes. Heart-
wrenching isn’t it?”

“Yes, but beautiful. What’s on your mind?”

“What do you mean?”

“You can’t sleep, your choice in song’s a somber one, and you were obviously thinking when I came down here.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

He inhales deeply with his face buried in my hair.

“I’m not, but I would like to know.”

“I think you and I are more alike than I originally believed us to be. I thought you were a naïve girl who didn’t know much of the real world, not that you weren’t intelligent. I thought I would bring you down, ruin you. I tried to stay away, but I can’t. I guess I’m selfish.”

“You’ve ruined me, alright…for every other man. No one will ever compare to you. I want you to be selfish, the most selfish bastard to ever walk the planet, as long as it means you’re around. I thought you were a confusing, arrogant prick, who couldn’t make up his mind to save his life. I was hurt when you tried to push me away...When you say, were more alike than you thought, do you mean our pasts?”

“Yes, we both share extremely broken pasts. I promise I will tell you someday, but I think it’s going to take time. I don’t know when.”

“I didn’t tell you to guilt you into telling me your secrets. I did it because I don’t want to keep it from you. I had to let you know.”

“You’ve no idea what it means to me you did. You’re such a strong woman and hearing what you had to fight through. There are no words to describe how I feel
about or how I see you.”

“I feel the same about you. Do you think this is too fast?”

“Feeling what we do? No, I think it’s different for every couple. We know whom we want and don’t waste time being politically correct.”

He nuzzles his head against mine and lets out a relaxed sigh.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t care what other people think of us.”

I tilt my face toward him with a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t care what Olivia thinks of us. However, I do care what she does in regards to her anger. She’s always seen me as hers, but you’re the only girl I’ve ever belonged to.”

“How do you know I’m the one? I don’t understand why you want me. I’m not special, I don’t have anything to offer that’s different from any other girl.”

His hold is secure as he kisses me on the top of my head.

“I’m certain you’re the one because I would do things for you I wouldn’t for anyone else.
I think of you constantly. I can’t breathe when you walk into a room as if the oxygen has been sucked out. I want to treat you better and worse, more so than any woman I’ve met before.”

“You underestimate yourself, which is heartbreaking when I know who you truly are, and what you’re worth. You don’t realize you offer me the
one thing no other woman can…yourself, and I’m ecstatic you did.”

He pauses
, clinging to me tightly, and inhales sharply. “It may make you feel better to know I doubt my ability to give you what you want. I have only me to offer, and it kills me to think what you’ll do when you uncover who I am. I don’t know what I’ll do if you don’t want me.”

“You’re right. W
e are alike. We’re two broken souls only distinguishing worth in the other. We’re lost in the darkest part of our beings, stumbling to find the light.”

“We’ll find it together. Truth be told, if we can’t, I would gladly remain in the dark with you by my side.”

“What did you mean by treat me better and worse?”

“You must understand
, I’ve had complete control of my subs. They did what I told them, and I received satisfaction from this. You’re a strong willed woman, refusing to take my shit or bend over backwards to please me. So to speak.