Dom Wars Round Two

I'd like to once again thank the amazing women in my life that helped me with the second book in the Dom Wars series. Caroline Baker with Naughty Lit Chic...my twin and my friend, I can’t tell you how much I love and appreciate you. Again, Heather and Amy with Snarky Bloggers, awesome as per usual for putting together a kickass blog tour. Dana DeSchon, you’re still my little Energizer Bunny and can’t say enough how much I appreciate all you do. Your dedication and hard work remain an inspiration to me. 

And finally I'd like to thank
again my entire amazing Street Team who continue without rest, to plaster my name on every page and your grandmother’s. Eat your heart out Donald Trump. But thank each of you for every amazing image you created, and every minute of your time you gave to help make my second book a success. 

I sat across from Lucian in the small interrogation-style room, him in one chair, me in another, maybe five feet between us. Facing each other, both of us nude. My nerves had me shaking like we were in a refrigerator. And there he sat like a sexy god, hands relaxed on his upper thighs, posture upright and legs open.

I couldn
't tell if he was trying to intimidate me, or if he was just that damn cocky. Probably both. Either was a wasted effort with the mortification of what I was about to do suffocating me.

No talking allowed
until we began, so I waited in the nerve-wracking silence for the bell that would begin the first test.
Masturbation climax
race
. Really? Could it get any more embarrassing? And pointless? No touching each other would be permitted and the first to orgasm would win the right to Dom in the mysterious test following immediately after. And we would gain individual points.

And
the challenge in the next round would be determined by the winner of this test. Like, what, the Dom-matrix? Ridiculous. God only knew what we were being judged on, but I sure hoped it wasn't grace and style.

I
was torn on strategy. Should I watch him masturbate or shut my eyes while I did my own thing? As embarrassing as it was to watch, it was also arousing as all get-out. God he was beautiful. The muscles in his thick legs were tight and standing out. And judging by his extremely erect cock, he was ready for orgasm at the sound of the bell. No fair. And yet the sight of him like that had me excited out of my mind, so there was that.

I needed to prime myself the way he clearly was. I
forced my gaze between his legs. Even his pubic hair was sexy. Black, fine, and short. Like he trimmed it. The veins on his cock were thick and made my tongue restless and my stomach flip. The memory of him sliding in and out of my mouth and hitting the back of my throat brought a runaway whimper. I swallowed it down as I stared at that gorgeous hard on.

He
'd been silky, the skin of his cock, and at the same time impossibly hard.
"You're fucking delicious."
The image of him sucking my essence off of his finger blasted heat through me. My womb tightened with the throbbing in my clit as I moved my gaze slowly up, letting his hairless torso and chest fan my flames. He was the delicious one. Dear. God. He didn't seem to be a sun-bather but the effect was a decadent hunk with cream-covered muscles. Dessert.

At finding his thousand
-degree blue gaze burning through me, my breath caught. He bit on his lower lip and agony crimped the skin between his dark brows. The need in his face sent my pulse pounding in my ears. Jesus, I needed air. I parted my lips and filled my lungs with it just as the bell sounded and scared the shit out of me.

"
God, your nipples are fucking killing me." The words blasted out like he'd been waiting to say them while holding his breath.

My cheeks burned and I
covered my eyes with one hand, and quickly began rubbing my clit with the other. Fuck I was so
rusty
at this! And the groan Lucian gave told me I'd just shoved him down the orgasm slide.

****

I opened my legs wide and riveted my gaze on Tara's plump folds now wiggling with her middle and ring fingers, pinky in the air like royalty having tea. I stroked my cock slowly, letting my eyes roam her body, letting the view of her playing with her pussy drive heat into my dick. She had that lower lip tight between her teeth and her lickable tits bounced with her efforts. Reminded me of all the positions I still needed to fuck her in. I held my balls, using my middle finger to stroke that spot just beyond, sending hard heat licking along my spine.

She opened her legs wider and gave a strained whimper.
"Fuck yes," I whispered, "You should finger yourself, love." Because that shit would send me over the edge.

She gasped and left her lips parted. Opened her legs wider.

"Yes, fuck your finger, you're fucking making me crazy."

More strained sounds came from her, seeming
ly frustrated.

"
My cock is on fucking fire baby, don't stop."

She jerked her hand
away from her eyes. "Stop talking! You're messing me up!"

"
Jesus Christ, love, maybe you should watch me." I opened wider for her. "Do you see what I'm doing? Put your fingers back on your clit."

She stared between my legs and began rubbing again.

"Yes, that does something for you, love? Seeing my hand on my hard cock?" The hiss she gave answered for her. I gave my approval in a hungry grunt, sliding my hand over the slick pulsating head of my cock. "I'm going to Dom you so fucking hard tonight baby. Fuck your sweet ass with my tongue. You want that?"

She
drew a sharp breath, then ran her fingers over her nipple, bringing my orgasm within reach. Her tiny moans and grunts licked my balls and she finished me off by lifting her knees up with the slightest whisper. "Lucian."

"
Oh, fuck yes." I threw my head back and let it come, let my long hard groans signal my victory as I came so fucking hard.

"
Uuuugh! This is stupid!" Tara's growl whined with desire and frustration and I had to laugh. But I was so relieved. Giving up the Dom role in any challenge outside of sex wasn't something I was remotely good at. But then neither was she, clearly. And that could spell disaster.

"
It's just a game." Desire still raced through my body and took the lighthearted note out of it.

I watched her adorable ass as s
he hurried to the corner and got her clothes. She'd folded hers and put them next to mine. For some reason it had bothered me. The folding, I got. It was part of that controlling nature she had. I understood that. It was her putting them deliberately and exactly six inches from mine. That's what bothered me. I was willing to wager she'd mentally measured out a distance. I didn't like it because it meant she still had walls up. And I'd deliberately not folded mine to show her I had more self-control. Only, she didn't see it as self-control, but lack thereof. But for me to not fold my clothes took more restraint than anything.

"
Just a game, it's not just a game." She fought to get her feet in her panties, snagging her toe and nearly falling.

"
Can you throw me my t-shirt?"

She
grabbed at my pile without looking and slung clothes at me. I kept my gaze on her, silent remorse filling me with every body part she covered.

"
God, you're beautiful."

"
Yeah, everything's beautiful because you won." She yanked her t-shirt down and plopped to the floor with her legs drawn, arms crossed on her knees. "And what the hell does a climax race prove about dominance?"

I grinned at her while wiping my mess up. She was so fucking cute pouting.
I'd win the next round, along with the right to dominate tonight. And then I'd spank her for all of it. My cock jumped at the thought of aftercare. "Maybe it proves I have more control?"

She
narrowed those hazel eyes on me, full of
don't be a moron, moron.

I couldn
't stop my chuckle. "You're so fucking sexy when you're pissed."

That got me an
eye roll and then that thing she did. Looking off to the right. That crushing feeling hit my chest at the reminder. All that progress I'd made with her was gone.

I got up and she quickly threw the rest of my clothes at me
, like she didn't want me near her. And I wished it was over losing the game. But it wasn't. It was those same walls I tore down before. They were right the fuck back up.

I got dressed and held my hand down to her. She looked at it then up at me.

"We're a team, love. Even though we're also competing against each other, I need you to help me."

She rolled her eyes and put her hand in mine and let me pull her to her feet. The need to kiss her
ran me over and I stole a soft one before wrapping her in my arms. I hugged her tight, resisting her need to push away and hide. "You okay, love?" I glided my mouth along her hair, knowing she wasn't.

"
I'm fine."

The
tension in her body was nearly debilitating. "Relax." I stroked along her back, working at the tension, pressing my face into hers, wanting nothing more than to kiss her until she forgot everything but what I made her feel. Alive. New. Whole. Didn't she want that? Need it? "I have you, love."

There was a slight give in her resistance and
I took it with hunger, pulling her closer. It was enough. For now.

****

An envelope suddenly slid into the room from under the door and Tara shoved out of my arms to get it. She ripped it open and I couldn't deny the excitement of the challenge coming. And not knowing what it was gave me an extra thrill.

She m
umbled frantically as she speed-read then half choked. "Are. You. Serious?" She jerked wide eyes to me, sending my heart on a stampede.

"
What?" It was so fucking hard not to give in to the urge to run over and yank the paper from her, but we were being graded. Calm and collected. Control. The Dom power trait had to be exuded.

"
I'm supposed to let
you
dangle me off a cliff? What is this bullshit?" She tossed the letter into the air and I caught it before it fell, the adrenalin rush tingling through me.

"
We can do this, no problem."

"
Oh yeah, sure,
you'd
say that. You're the one holding the rope. I'm the one risking my ass."

"
We'll both be secured. Come on, it sounds fun. Unless you're scared of heights." I winced. "That would suck."

"
No I'm not scared of heights." She was pacing now and biting her thumb nail.

"
Are you sure?"

"
This is soooo stupid." She shook both hands in what I'd come to recognize as one of her many ways of coping with anxiety.

I looked at the challenge.
"At least we might get a helicopter ride to the top of the… whatever we'll be on."

She took deep breaths and let them out.
"Oh yeah." She nodded, belying her frail-sounding tone. "If we get the answer right to the question, the one that demonstrates how well we know one another." She flicked her finger between us. "Should be easy. We've known each other for three whole days."

Wow.
Three days. Seemed so much longer to me. "I think I know you pretty well."

"
Bah!" She finally stopped and faced me, one hand on her hip. She gestured toward me. "Sure. Okay. And I know you too. Only no, I don't. See--" she raised her brows, "I'm a tad more practical than that. So what's my favorite food? Hm? Dessert? Flower? Color? Book, smell, movie, song? Animal? I don't even like animals, bet you'd never guess that."

"
Well… if we get the question wrong, I just have to carry you."

"
On your back! Up a mountain! Now that's total domination! Takes a real
Dom
for that. Only no, it doesn't. It takes a man with muscles and stupidity."

Seemed like kick
-ass domination in my mind. "It's okay if you're scared."

"
I'm not! I'm pissed!"

"
For not being able to be Dom?"

"
No!" She looked around as though searching for the culprit then huffed her disgust. "For having to masturbate in front of you for one, and…" She covered her face with both hands.

"
I think you should have won that just for being so fucking hot, really."

"
Shit."

"
What?"

She
pushed hair behind her ears and her hand trembled. I hurried over and she held up both hands as though to ward me off. "I'm okay. Yes, I'm… scared. Not like panic attack scared, but scared as in I don't want to go up there and do that scared."

I
forced my way through her barricade and embraced her before she could run. "I get that. Totally get it." I stroked her back, up and down, my fingers having fun along her vertebra. "But…you will, though?"

I waited for her answer in the silence then finally felt her head
barely nod. "I will. For Gramma."