A Dominant Man (59 page)

“You’re never going to give into me, are you?”

I open my eyes to look straight into those enchanting pools of green and shake my head from side to side, lips clenched tight.

“Good, that’s the trait I love most. It gives me the opportunity to wallop your perky, round ass.”

“As if you need a reason,” I comment with a coy smirk, leading my intrepid foot up his muscular thigh.

“No, you’re right, I don’t.” He smiles wolfishly, creeping his foot up my inner thigh.

“I should call Chase,” I murmur randomly, with a scowl, and his foot stops its ascent.

“I touch you and you think of him?” he asks with hurt and annoyance on his lovely mug. I tense, and my eyes get large.

“It popped into my head. I don’t know why I said it.”

“I’m fucking with you.” He winks and flashes his gigawatt smile. I relax and return one. “What did he do?”

“Something went down with my sister Thursday night. Maya won’t tell me what happened, and I haven’t been able to speak with him. He was supposed to attend the party, but I didn’t see him. He probably didn’t show up because he didn’t want to run into me and have to clarify what occurred between them.”

“What do you believe transpired between them?”

“I think she kissed him, and he rebuffed her advances, or they kissed and he welcomed it, which in turn made him push her away, because he doesn’t want to complicate things for him and me.”

“Of course not, then his window would shut forever, losing any chance of ever being with you again.”

“You truly believe he’s in love with me?”

“He shows all the familiar symptoms of a man desperate for you, for your love.”

“You know this how?”

“I’m tormented by the same affliction,” he responds with a sexy as hell smirk.

“If I’m an affliction, you’re the bubonic plague.”

He laughs and dunks his head under the water, rewetting his drying hair. He comes back up, with the sexy grin still firmly planted on his face, and relaxes against the side of the tub, resting his outstretched arms along the ledge.

As I watch him, I remember another detail about Thursday I wish to discuss.

“What was your big emergency Thursday?”

“Nothing you need worry about.”

“Damian.” I scowl.

“What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me.”

He sighs. “I was with Marlena.”

I feel my burning face blush a bright red. “You were with your ex-Dom until twelve thirty?”

“No, I went back to my place around eleven to take care of some business and get ready.”

“What was so urgent, you spent over six hours with her?”

“She’s going through issues I’m not at liberty to divulge. She needed me. I took her out to dinner, we had a drink, and we talked.”

“Did you talk about me?”

“Yes. I told her all about you.”

“So, let me get this right. You’re allowed to talk about us, but I’m not?”

“I have no problem with you speaking about us to your friends and family, as long as you aren’t divulging the specifics of our lifestyle. However, I do have an issue with you speaking to my ex’s and your shrink about us…Look, I know you’re jealous, but she’s dealing with a lot of issues, and I wanted to be there for her.”

Jealous?

“Jesus, do you have any normal friends? What kind of person takes advantage of their position by seducing a student? She has issues alright, but she’s not the only one.”

“Excuse me?” he asks, annoyed.

“You heard me,” I snap.

“At least I can admit I have issues. You pretend as if you’re whole, but we both know that’s far from being the case. You informed me of your suicide attempt as if it were nothing, as if it didn’t even happen to you.” He shoves his hands through his damp hair, clamping his eyes shut. “As far as Marlena goes, she didn’t force me. I wanted it. I needed it. I wouldn’t be who I am without her.”

He’s right. I am just as fucked-up, and he was only trying to help someone in need. Besides, I haven’t a right to say anything, especially after my semi-intimate, candid lunch with Walker and this evening’s mishaps.

I exhale noisily and take a long breathe as my calming body sinks below the surface. I can’t see much, only whirling bubbles and occasional flashes of tan limbs and hard cock. The thunderous roar of the blasting jets and fizzling bubbles drown out the lulling melody of the music.

I allow the effervescing streams to gently knead and tickle every inch of my submerged, bare body. It’s both calming and arousing. The swirling water fondles my erogenous zones, shooting electric tingles through my weightless form.

I am abruptly ripped from my erotic soak by Hunt’s large hand grasping my bicep and hauling me out. I sputter out water and run a hand over my face, removing the leftover liquid as it pours liberally out of my drenched hair.

My eyes flutter open, and I find Damian gazing at me with a boyish grin spreading his mouth broadly. He tows me into him and sits me across his lap, kissing me softheartedly. I melt in his arms.

“I’m sorry for my jealousy and snapping at you. It wasn’t fair of me.”

“No, I’m sorry. I should’ve informed you of my meeting with her.”

“I’m not thrilled, but it’s in the past.”

He reaches over to the glass shelf on the wall beside us and picks up a bottle of my favorite body wash. He squeezes the tropical scented soap into his palm, places the bottle down, and kneads the suds into my shoulders, neck, and upper back.

I adjust my body and slip between his legs, facing away from him. I shift my hair over one shoulder, giving him free reign of my back. He rubs and strokes my soapy flesh, cleaning me tenderly, thoroughly, and my head bobs from side to side while I groan approvingly.

“Stand,” he commands gently, and I oblige.

I rise with my back turned to him, and he begins massaging my sore rump. He gropes and cleans until my well-punished backside starts to feel normal again.

“Rinse off.”

I dip back into the water, taking my place between his thighs, and he recommences his tantalizing rubdown.

“I wish to speak to you about tonight,” he states.

“What about tonight? You have to be a little more specific.”

“My reaction earlier, back at the apartment, I couldn’t handle it. I felt like I was him.”

“You mean when I asked you to choke me?”

“Yes, that and parading you around on your hands and knees by my tie. It wasn’t even close to how I treated my other girls. It killed me to think what I put them through.”

“Why? They wanted it, same as me. I enjoyed myself. It was fucking hot. I wish you hadn’t held back. I told you I wanted to see who you were. I wanted more. You aren’t Nicholas and you never will be. Everything you are, everything you do, I want, I crave.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he replies, wrapping his arms about me and hauling me back against him.

“You haven’t, you won’t. I trust you. I love you.” I lie my head on his shoulder.

“I love you, angel,” he whispers in my ear, kissing it gently. “I’m so pleased to hear you trust me. I need that from you.”

“I do. I’m glad that it wasn’t something I had done. I want to please you so much.”

“You please me more than you know.”

“It’s all I want…Do you think your parents are genuinely happy we’re together?”

“Where did that come from? Why would you think they aren’t?”

“No reason in particular, I’m just curious of your take on their impression of me.”

“I know they love you as I do. Both my mother and sisters texted me already, gushing about you. They’re crazy about you, just as I knew they would be, just as I am…I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that you know my family,” he comments, pushing my softly away from him, and continues his marvelous cleansing massage, working the deep-seated knots out.

“See? How do you think I felt when I found out you were business partners with my father...? I’m curious. Why were there no pictures of you at your parent’s old house?”

“I was never fond of having my photo taken. Pretty fucking ironic, considering I have people and paparazzi snapping shots of me constantly. I still hate it. I suppose I never liked looking at myself.”

I face him.

“Why? Look at you, Damian. If I were you, I wouldn’t be able to stop staring at myself. I would be the biggest narcissist. You’re an Adonis, a demigod sent down from the heavens for woman to worship.”

“Do you know the mythology of Adonis?”

“Yes, vaguely.”

“Would you like me to tell you?”

“Yes, please.”

“Adonis is the demigod of beauty and desire, a deity of life, death, and rebirth. Apparently, his mother managed to trick her father into impregnating her after Aphrodite convinced her to do so. When her father found out what she had done, he came after her, and the gods turned her into a Myrrh tree. Eventually, she gave birth to Adonis with the help of Aphrodite, who was so enamored by his beauty, she took him to live with her.

“Anyway, she entrusted the beautiful male youth to Persephone, goddess of the underworld, and when Aphrodite came for the child, Persephone refused to give him back. She, too, had fallen for the young male. They went to the gods, who told them Adonis would spend one-third of the year with Aphrodite and one-third with Persephone. The last third, he would spend with the goddess of his choosing.

“He spent two-thirds of the year with Aphrodite. They fell in love, but there was no happy ending for them. Adonis was killed while hunting by a wild boar sent by Artemis, angry over the death of her favorite. Aphrodite heard his cries and rushed to his side, only for him to die in her arms.”

“Wow, that’s fucked. Incest, pedophilia, love triangles, death, and yet it feels oddly familiar.” I reply with a mocking tone.

“Yes,” he replies simply. “You are the goddess of my choosing. I could only hope to be as lucky as him, taking my final breaths in the caring embrace of the one I love.”

A fiercely cold shiver shoots up my body, and I’m suddenly freezing, sitting in the hot bathwater. “Please, no more. I can’t stand the thought.”

He envelopes me in his arms and kisses the top of my head. “I’m not going anywhere. Relax, babe.”

“Still, let’s not mention it again.”

“Alright, I won’t. I promise.”

“Thank you. Let’s change the subject.”

“Ok…How did you meet Aubrey?”

“We were in a couple classes together and got to talking one day. We became immediate friends. Chase and Jules know her as well.”

“I can’t get the thought of you young and innocent out of my mind, wrapped in my sheets, sleeping soundly in my bed. You were already testing my boundaries, and you didn’t even know me yet.” He shakes his head slowly from side to side. “Tsk, tsk.”

I smile sweetly and blush profusely. “If I don’t push them, who will?” I respond smartly.

He squirts some more fragrant soap into his competent hands, and I turn away so he can return to working his spellbinding magic on my lower back.

“Good point.”

His hands explore the curvature of my waist and fullness of my hips and rear. They grope at the dramatic hills and valleys of my form, travelling to my thighs. I lean back against his chest, sighing.

“It turns me on,” he whispers into my ear, and I grind my rear against his erect cock.

“I couldn’t tell,” I purr.

His fingers slither between my thighs, separating them, spreading me wide. He enfolds his arms about my torso and spins us around. The jets that were massaging his lower back now beat into my clit with a steady stream of vibrating bubbles. He forces my stomach against the wall, clasping onto my thighs, holding them open and allowing the jets free reign of the sensitive pink nub.

He adjusts himself, readying for entry, and pumps into me with a violent thrust. He takes me from behind. His long, thick shaft glides in and out with forceful rotations of his thrashing hips. He wraps his arms about my bowing torso, a firm hand around my neck, pinning me onto him as he claims me with his commanding dick.

“Fuck, babe. Your perfect cunt’s so fucking taut. I love cramming myself inside you, spreading you wide until it burns.”

I reach back and thrust my hands into his hair, yanking the dense, wet strands when he hammers into me with a ferociousness I’m desperate for. The choppy water splashes about us, and the jet stream pulverizes my pussy while he perfectly thumps my quivering core.

“Would you like me to finger you here?” he asks, releasing the arm about my stomach and depositing the point of his finger just below the surface of my pucker.

I whimper as I push myself back onto it, and the tip enters a bit further. He adds another digit and traces my asshole slowly. I shove myself onto his fingers, which slide in easily due to the bathwater lubricating them. They fill my forbidden orifice, and I clench about them. He uses his other hand to palm my plump tits. I wriggle and shake, overwhelmed by him. He’s everywhere, filling me, fondling me, fucking me, in every orgasm-provoking spot of my coveting body.