A Dominant Man (25 page)

“You’re disgusted by me. You don’t even know what to say to me.” I remain silent, unable to utter a word, only quiet mumbles sputter out. “I’m worthless, and now you know it, too. You don’t want anything to do with me.”

I’m striding over to him, when out of nowhere, he throws his glass at the table and it bursts into shiny little fragments. He crouches down and, in a demonstration of brute strength, flips a section of the couch into the air. The large, white, wrecking ball comes crashing down onto the table with a thunderous boom, as it explodes through the glass. I watch him wide-eyed as he drops to his knees and propels quaking hands into his hair.

“I can’t cope without you. I can’t…
”

“How many times must I tell
you? Why won’t you listen when I say I’m not going anywhere? I’m in this with you. I’ll try to empathize, but I’ll never accept it as a good thing.”

Damian’s gaping at me with bewilderment and disbelief.

“You aren’t worthless. She is. You were a young man who lost his parents and obviously had a bad experience living with your uncle. I can see how you wouldn’t find the wrong in it, being that’s all you knew. You were an aggrieved child in distress. You needed help, but instead, you were victimized. That little boy is still in there. I can see him, and I want to alleviate him of that pain.”

“Why do you still want me? How can you look at me as if I’m worth caring for?” He remains kneeling while gawking at me like a scared little boy.

“You know why…I told you in my sleep, and when you cherish someone the way I do you, you stick by them through the dark and guide them to the light. Remember?”

“I’ll never comprehend how you could want me. I’m all kinds of fucked up.”

“You are smart, strong, funny, caring, giving, and quite frankly, the most jaw-dropping gorgeous man I’ve ever had the pleasure of taking to bed with me. What’s not to want?” He snaps his eyes shut and bows his head in his hands as I list off his sought-after qualities.

“You bring those things out in me. I’m not normally like this around anyone else. I’m a cold, shallow man who kept everyone at a distance my whole life. You’re the only person to sneak behind the wall I built ar
ound me. I meant it when I said I’m nothing without you.”

I slowly walk up behind him and toss my glass into the disaster that claimed the table and our dinner. I kneel down, pressing my body against his back, and cradle
him in my arms, kissing his neck and hair.

“You’re the stars
guiding me home on a dark, lonely night. You’re everything to me. My world turns for you.” I try to express what this incredible man means to me.

He replies in a low voice, “When I first saw you, I wanted you. After our first time, I was
addicted. I can never lose you. I’ll die from a broken heart. What would be the point of living when your reason to breathe, to live walked out of your life? There aren’t enough words to describe what I feel for you.”

“It only takes three, but we aren’t ready to say them yet. We should have a better understanding of one another first.”

“Better than what? I don’t know your sign, but I know your past, and I know whom you are on the inside. Pun intended.”

He seems to have calmed, acting like lighthearted Damian again. There are two vastly distinct people dwelling within him, Hunt, his inner darkness, and Damian, the charismatic, blithe lover.

Damian turns, snatching me up onto his lap, and hugs me against him.

“When is your birthday, anyway
?” I inquire.

“When is your birthday?” he asks, avoiding my question.

I wonder why?

“As if you didn’t acquire a background check on me.”

“Yes, I did.” He smiles down at me, a bit embarrassed I think.

“
Don’t tell me you forgot,” I exclaim dramatically. “Typical male, forgetting his woman’s birthday. Men would forget their dicks if they weren’t attached.”

He laughs hard, his body shaking as it roars out of him.

“You are the most intelligent, funny, strong, compassionate, stunning woman, and I am in constant awe of you.” He cups my cheek, stroking it with his thumb. “Seriously, when is your birthday, angel?”

“July Thirtieth. I’m a Leo. What about you?”

“What? You didn’t search for it on the internet?” he asks with a smart-ass grin. I love when he’s playful.

“Someone is mighty full of himself.” I giggle, and he starts to tickle attack my sides. I squirm and wrench in his hold while cackles and snorts burst out in between pleads for mercy.

How do we manage to go from solemn to rapturous this quickly? What kind of bipolar relationship is this?

His assault doesn’t stop until I plead, “Please, I beg you, Mr. Hunt!”

Damian nestles me in his arms, glancing down at me with an eyebrow raised and a ready-to-fuck grin.

“I would
love to play, but I’m starving, and our dinner is under the couch in that catastrophe.” 

“
I’m sorry about this evening and the couch.”

“You don’t need to apologize. It wasn’t my furniture, and the night is still young. We have plenty of time to screw it up more.” I giggle, and he shakes his head. “Plus, if I thought you were leaving me
after I opened myself up to you, I would probably flip a couch, too.”

“There’s still a lot you don’t know.”

“I know, but I think we made excellent progress tonight. We’ll go over more in your next session.”

He smirks down at m
e. “You’re such a smart-ass…Don’t ever change that. It’s a flattering trait.” He leans down and kisses the tip of my nose.

“I thought a smart-ass mouth would be worthy of a spank, not a kiss.”

“It is. However, I thought I could give you some leniency since I’m already planning on walloping your perky ass.”

I gawk at him.

“Why? What did I do?” I ask with a shaky, squeaky voice. I feel a tinge of fear, but mostly, excitement and desire. Everything clenches below my waist.

“Why? Dante saw you dressed like this.” He gestures his hand along my body. “I don’t want anyone to ever see you dressed this provocative.”

“That isn’t fair. One, you bought this for me, and I can’t help if it fits snugly. Second, I thought it was perfectly appropriate, considering I thought you would be the only one here. It’s not as if I strut around my apartment in lingerie and heels. It was supposed to be for you. As much as I want a good spanking, I won’t be punished for something that isn’t my fault.”

He stares at me through narrowed eyes, with a ghost of a grin across his lips. “I hate to admit it, but your point has validity. You were only trying to please me, and Dante showed up unannounced. You aren’t going to be easy, are you?”

“Nope. What you seem to be missing is, I told you I want you to spank me. You don’t have to punish me to do it. Just tell me, and I’ll bend over willingly.” I attack and bite at his bottom lip.

He pulls away. “
I want to get you upstairs and panting beneath me. But first, what do you want to eat? Since I ruined the surprise.”

“I was pretty surprised. What was it anyway?”

“I ordered Chinese from The Golden Dragon. You said it was your Sunday ritual to eat from there, and I thought you would enjoy it.”

I hug him to me. “That was really thoughtful and means a lot to me. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. It wasn’t a big deal, but if this is the reaction I get for ordering Chinese, I’ll do it more often. I wish you had a chance to eat some.”

“I love Chinese, but that’s not why I’m hugging you. It’s the fact that you remembered a random
, mundane fact about me with the intention of making me happy. I’m a simple girl. Something like this means a lot to me. It shows you care and you’re thinking of me.”

“I’m always thinking of you, gorgeous.” He kisses me deeply. “Now, what would you like to eat? Your pick.”

“Actually, since you mentioned Chinese, I’m really craving it. Could you reorder from The Golden Dragon? That would really hit the spot.”

“I thought that was my job.”

“Is sex all you think about?”

“With you. Yes, it’s on a loop in my head.”

“Good to know I’m not the only one.”

Flashes

W
e dine on cheap Chinese, directly out of the cartons, sitting on the marble kitchen countertop with our feet dangling, occasionally grazing. He took off his shirt before hopping up on the counter, and I wonder if he did it to arouse me or because he was simply too warm. I like to believe it was the first option since I’m sitting here in lingerie, stockings, and fuck me pumps. It’s not exactly my normal lounging attire.

“You still haven’t told me your birthday,” I remark.

“October twenty-eighth.”

“I should get you a belated present.”

“I don’t want one.”

“I want to get you a gift. I can afford it if you’re worried about it.”

He straightens up and tenses. “I don’t want you to. Money isn’t the issue, though I don’t like you wasting it on me.”

“I have the money to do it. I don’t see it as wasting, and you’re being a hypocrite.”

“I understand you’re excited about the promotion, but don’t spend the money before you have it.”

“I don’t need your paycheck. My grandparents set up a trust for my sister and me. I work because I want to. Not out of necessity.”

He peers at me and pauses mid-chew. “How big is this trust exactly?”

“Why? Want to borrow some cash?” He smiles and shakes his head at me. I can tell he’s thinking,
‘
Smart-ass’.
“I don’t like talking about it, but let’s just say I’m of the millionaire variety. Certainly, nowhere near a billionaire, Mr. Money Bags.”

“Are you fucking with me?” he asks inquisitively.

“No, I’m set for life, as are my kids.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I did, now. We haven’t been together long, and my money isn’t a topic I bring up the second I meet someone. You didn’t exactly whip out your banking statements when we met at the club.” He smiles when I say whip out.

“True. I knew your parents had money, but I assumed you didn’t by the fact that you’re an assistant and despise it.”

“I don’t despise money. I don’t worship it, either.”

“You must think me avaricious.”

“I think you like the security and control it gives you, but I don’t think it’s your be-all end-all. I get that honor.”

“Yes, you do.”

He slinks his arm around my shoulder, culling me into him, and whispers, “If I’m allowed one possession in life, let it be you, and I will have everything.”

“Awww, you’re so corny,” I reply with a sweet and sour, chaste kiss on the lips. “I love corny.”

He sighs and takes another bite of chow mien.

“What’s wrong?” I inquire
, running my fingers through his shaggy hair.

“A secure financial future was one of the few things I could offer you. But if you don’t need me fiscally, what am I good for?”

“Damn, kid, insecure much? You really don’t know how superb you are, do you? Damian, you are good at and for a great many things, protecting and caring for me, making me feel beautiful and unique, but above all that, you make me whole.”

“When you put it that way…”

I tilt my head in and kiss him on the cheek, leaving my greasy lip print behind, which I wipe away with my sleeve, and he actually blushes at my intimate gesture. He leans in and whispers into my ear, “Can, Gabrielle, come out to play?”

A huge ridiculous grin spreads across my face, my heart drums in my chest and ears. My clit pulsates between my clenched thighs. He runs his finger against my wet slit, which is pantie-less for just this reason. I want him to be able to take me whenever
he desires, and I’ll be ready for him.

“I’ll take this as a yes,” he purrs. I moan as his finger slides over my slippery clit. “Oh, that’s a definite yes. You’re already soaked, and I’ve barely touched you,” he growls into my ear.

“It’s the aftermath of your masculine, couch-tossing ability. It got me hot and bothered,” my response is breathy.

His lips graze my ear then attack it, nipping and licking the earlobe, sending shivers down my body, putting me under his spell.

“Upstairs.” Hunt growls in a husky voice.

“Yes,” I groan out as his finger circles my sensitive knot. He extracts himself and sucks me off his long, thick finger. My lips part,
and my tongue glides along my bottom lip, as I watch him taste me on his skilled finger. I wish I were that lucky finger.

He hops off the counter and stands facing me. He slides his hands up my legs, thumbs applying pressure to my inner thigh. I lean back and moan approvingly. He spreads me open, situating himself between my legs.

Our breathing quickens and my heart stops every time his hip strokes my thigh. His jeans hang low, exposing the muscular V pointing to the promise land.

“Are you ready to play Master and servant?”

“Yes, Mr. Hunt, I am.”

“That’s my girl.”

“Always.”

He cups his palms against my ass and smashes my apex onto his hard, fat cock, allowing me to feel his arousal for me. I enfold my arms around his torso and place my cheek next to his.

“Please, take me to bed. I miss your expert touch, your exquisite body on mine. I need you inside me, Damian,” I whisper into his ear, skimming and caressing it with my lips.

“I need to be inside you,
too, Gabrielle. More than I need to breathe,” Hunt whispers back.

He scoops me up by the thighs, walking us out of th
e kitchen and past the disaster once his living room. It frightens and excites me to see physically, what I do to him, the intensity of his desire for me. This is what I would do to him if I were to leave. He would be shattered. Damian is already cracked, but that would break him into a million tiny pieces. I would do the same if he told me he didn’t want me.

He kisses my cheek then my ear
, where he nibbles and murmurs, “I’m sorry about the evening’s unfortunate sequence of events. I’m going to make it up to you right now. How does fucking until dawn sound?”

“Like heaven,” I purr.

Once in his bedroom, he sets me down facing the bed and takes a seat at the end.

“Take off the robe, angel. Let me see that luscious body of yours.”

Hunt is back, dim green eyes assessing me intently from lowered lids. I tug on the tie and it flutters open, allowing him a sneak peek at what lies underneath. I remove one shoulder at a time, revealing myself to him little by little. I toss it, hitting him in the face, and I giggle as he peels it off to expose his dark, wanting eyes.
Shit.

“Bad girl,” he reprimands.

I bite my bottom lip and feign innocence. “Me? Never.”

“HA! That’s a laugh. You’re as naughty as they come.” He pauses. “Look at that sensual body of mine.”

“Yours?”

“All mine,” he growls.

“All yours, slick.”

He rises from the bed to stand in front of me.

“This is very provocative,” he says, tracing his forefinger along the lace over the breast and down the center to the navel. “I’m relieved you didn’t wear only this downstairs. I wouldn’t want anyone, especially Dante, to see you like this.”

His finger glides past the bellybutton to my soft aching slit. He cups it, shoving his middle finger knuckle deep inside my coveting body.

“All this belongs to me. Understand?”

He palms my tender knot as his finger thrusts slowly in and out of my wet opening. I groan out, “Yes.”

He spanks me rough, jerking me further onto his finger, his palm grinding into my clit.

“Yes, what?” His
eyes are full of sexual intention.

“Yes, yours,” I gasp.

“Good girl.” He exits from me and suckles on his finger. “Waste not, want not,” he says, glancing up with a sexy as sin smirk.

“You’re a dirty man, Hunt.”

“You’re my dirty girl, Gabrielle.”

The silk tightens against my swollen breasts and stiff nipples. I want him to get it off me now, and as if he can read my mind.

“Do you really like this?” Hunt asks, plucking at the delicate lace.

“It’s lovely. Why?

He grasps the lace in his hands, ripping it down the middle to the bottom hem, and pushes it off me.

“I like it better torn on the floor.”

He reaches for my tender breasts. His able hands massage the plump flesh as he rolls the nipples between eager fingers, causing my back to arc and girls to lift. Damian’s mouth flies onto them in the blink of an eye. The warmth of his tongue soothes me, but his teeth sharply bite down, alerting me of how he craves it.

His hands cling to my lower back
, making my bare pelvis mash against his jeans and glorious cock. My hands grip in his full, silky strands bringing the embrace of his mouth farther onto me. His teeth drag along the nipple as he breaks those perfect lips away and lets go completely.

“I want you to stand by the bed as I showed you earlier. Do you remember?”

“Yes, Mr. Hunt, the submissive stance.”

He shoots me a panty-dropping grin of approval.
Good thing I’m not wearing any.

I go to the bed and position myself as he told me. I’m thrilled and nervous, a rush leaving me wet and pining for his rough touch. The stem of my heel digs into the shaggy fibers of the rug.

I hear the wood floor pop and creak under his solid weight. Suddenly, everything starts to vibrate and pulse to the thumping beat of a familiar song, letting me know our intended pace, wanton, deliberate, and fanatical. I realize it’s from my iPod. Ms. Perry sings out about her futuristic lover. Every word describes Hunt and the mind-blowing, out of this world sex we share.

I anxiously await as he pr
epares for god knows what. I glance up at my view of the city as the sky becomes black, lights flickering to life, and then everything turns black, disappearing as a blindfold is placed over my eyes.

“Bend over and let your arms hang.”

I bend over, and he clasps the cold bite of metal handcuffs around my wrists, attaching the individual pairs to my ankles. I’m helpless and utterly at his mercy. The feeling is both exhilarating and terrifying, not knowing what he’ll do. I don’t want to imagine the sight of me like this.

Hunt’s hands firmly grasp my gartered hips. He nips and licks the backs of my silk nylon adorned thighs
, traveling toward my melting core. When he makes contact, it’s beyond intense. His tongue swivels and flicks rapidly. The exposure gives him direct access to my throbbing clit.

His masterful skills cause me to spasm and shake as the currents course through my veins. It doesn’t take long for me to come savagely. The eu
phoric waves ripple over me as my screaming moans explode out. He spanks me hard in the center on the apex and I come undone again.

“Damian, please,” I beg,
hanging there like a lifeless puppet, chest heaving as I gasp for air, body trembling aggressively.

I’m in a blissful fog when I hear Hunt’s zipper. He moans out as he plunges his thick cock into my tensing cleft, and I spasm around him. Hunt’s groan as he stretches me apart is intoxicating.

“I love feeling you come. You’re so tight and juicy.”

Hunt grasps an arm around my stomach and clasps a hand on my shoulder, keeping me on him as he moves inside me with fluidity. Swiveling his hips and rocking his cock against the sweet spot repeatedly. He extracts to the tip, pumping a few shallow dips, and thrashes back into me. His pounding is greedy and ruthless. The feeling of his bare shaft thrusting inside me drives me to the edge of madness.

“Fuck, Gabrielle!” He grips the hair at the nape of my neck and yanks my head back roughly. “You’re mine, forever,” he roars through clenched teeth.

“Yes…yours…always,” I moan out.

He attacks me with determined relentless drives, growls rumbling in his throat with every nail. Another couple of slaps on the ass heighten the sensation of his drubs while the handcuff’s teeth dig into my flesh.

“Do you feel me possessing you, filling you up? You like surrendering t
o me. Your sweet, tensing cunt is so juicy.”

“Yes. Harder, please”

He cups my breast and pinches the nipple, twisting and tugging on it. Hunt’s fevered thrashing prods send me bouncing back onto him to the root, his muscular thighs slapping into mine and his sac doing the same against my aching clit.

“I can’t hold on. Come with me, angel.”

I seize around him, coming with immense force, screaming out his name. He releases himself into me, his grip on my hips tightening as the warm, scrumptious orgasm liberates deep in my vibrating center. My body jerks and wrenches as I come down.

“Gabrielle,” he hisses.

He sluggishly pulls out and crouches down, quickly uncuffing me. “Don’t stand up too fast.”

He massages my sore raw ankles as
I bring myself back up, the blood draining out of my face. I remove the blindfold and adjust to the dim lights of the room. I glance down, finding Hunt gently running his finger along the red lines on my ankle. He’s scowling at it.