Dom Wars Round Two (7 page)

But it did matter. I wanted him to be right as much as I wanted him to be wrong. If I was right,
wow, I'd died and gone to heaven, if I was wrong… I didn't want to think of the death that would be. Which made the risk unthinkably foolish to take.

"
Say it baby, say you want this."

My cries were incessant now, he
'd quickened his pace. "I want this. God, I want this!" There was no hiding the truth when he had me pinned with pleasure this way. I'd do anything, say anything he wanted and even mean it. I did mean it, I did want it. Every bit of it. "Lucian!"

"
Oh God." The words were hot and harsh in my ear. "Come for me. All over me." He wiggled his finger rapidly over my clit and in seconds my orgasm erupted. I screamed with it and Lucian came undone, hammering my core with a reckless power, his strained groans blasting right in my mouth. I could only hang on for dear life as he dominated my body and soul with a mind blowing passion. And then wait for the inevitable to slither back in and cripple me. Fear and doubt. My faithful best friends.     

I dreaded the aftermath with Tara. I decided falling asleep with her in my arms
, before her inner alarms went off and stole her from me, was all I had. And it was easy after the long day, easy after she'd let me have her the way I so desperately needed her. Open and all mine.

I jolted awake at the sound of an alarm
. A real alarm. Was I dreaming? No, it was real. Fire? The thought dragged me upright, reaching for Tara.

The alarm repeated, then a digital female voice
filled the room.
"You have two minutes to bring your Dom to orgasm. This is worth five hundred points. Time begins now."

  Fuck, no way. I needed to shower!

But Tara was between my legs already, shoving them open wide. She sat and scooted herself as close as she could to my body, stroking my cock, her hands all over my balls and that sweet spot just beyond.

"
Let me make you feel good, please." I got up on my elbows and spread wide for her, my mouth dropping open in awe when she slid the head over her nipples.

"
Fuck, baby." I thrust my hips when she swirled her middle finger all over the head, wetting it with my pre-cum. I let out a gasp when that same finger lowered and pressed against my ass. "Oh fuck."

"
Yes." She bit her lower lip and worked her finger slowly inside me. I groaned hard and let my head fall back. "I know baby, it feels good."

"
Fuck yes," I whispered in desperate awe. That was a first for me. "I want to do this while I'm riding you."

The idea brought a monster orgasm raging forward and I growled with it.

"Oh you want that?" She made sexy hissing sounds and licked her lips. "I think I'll tie you up baby. Fuck you real good until you can't stand it. Fuck your ass with my finger. Is that what you want?"

I roared out my answer with one of the hardest orgasms I
'd ever had. The idea of her tying me up and making me do anything sent my dominance into a fucking frenzy. The challenge stole my breath and mind. I fucking had to taste that.

"
Wow," she whispered, crawling back to her spot next to me. "You did good."

I took her back in my arms, hating the nonchalance edging her words.
"Thanks to you."

"
Yeah, I'm getting kinda good at all this kink."

I slid my mouth over her hair.
"Yeah. You are." Sadness struck me hard and I draped my leg over her, pulling her close. I didn't like that she acted like it was all part of the game. I didn't want it to be a game. Fuck. I wanted it to be real. A desperate void opened within me, threatening to devour, to pull me in, if I couldn't have the real Tara. I didn't sleep for a long time. Just lay there and tried to fucking will her to be all mine. If she couldn't give me that… No. She had to. I'd just have to fucking find a way.

****

"This is the last day Lucian, come on, get up!" Tara threw a pillow at me.

I held my hand out to her.
"Come back to bed, love. Five minutes." I needed to fuck her first thing, goddammit.

"
No! I made breakfast and everything like a good sub. We have points to make and a meeting at nine." She clapped like a school teacher and I put the pillow over my face, dreading the "professional Tara" I had to face in the daylight. She fucking sucked.

I threw the covers off and got up and went to the shower. In the steam, I smelled her on
me and ached so fucking hard for her. I'd have to
win
the right to have her. Again. Fucking ridiculous. And what exactly would that challenge be? Hopefully nothing too crazy. But the required attire was a lot like what we'd been given for the obstacle course. Which meant likely physical. That was fine by me, compared to some of things it could be. Again. Hinged on trust. Ought to be interesting.

I finally shut the shower off, my raging hard-on even more desperate, needing to be buried in her sweet body. I groaned and dried off
and dressed. It was difficult to summon anything like enthusiasm when I wanted, needed, only
one
thing. Fuck.

Enticing smells dragged me to the kitchen, almost against my will. Astonishment froze me in the door.
"Wow. What did I do to deserve all this?" She'd made pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, fresh squeezed OJ.

Tara came to meet me, pressing a mug of coffee into my hand and a quick kiss to my mouth. I let her guide me to the table while my mind struggled to catch up.
I sat and she put a plate before me and sat across from me with her own plate.

Taking my fork she offered me a bite, but I gently took the utensil.
"No, love. I want you to eat too. We don't have enough time."

Sh
e didn't argue but picked up her own fork and waited while I did the same. "Do you think last night's challenge helped us any?"

The reminder sent heat surging through my cock.
"It certainly helped me." A sudden thought repeated the effect and I stood and went to her then drew her to her feet.

"
What are you doing?" The game face was firmly back in place.

I
led her to the sofa and lowered to my knees, undoing her jeans then pushing them down. I sat her on the couch and finished removing them. "Now I need to help you." I met her gaze, giving her a chance to refuse.

Her lips parted, but she didn
't object.

A deep breath calmed me enough to speak.
"You have two minutes to come, love, or I punish you." I slid my palms up her silky thighs, almost panting with anticipation, pressing her legs wide.

Unable to wait longer, I buried my mouth in her, parting delicate folds with my tongue, then plunging into her entrance as far as I could reach
.

She collapsed back on the cushions with a moan, raking my scalp with her nails
and lifting her hips to give me full access.

The need to feel more of her drove me to slide a finger into her, and concentrate on her clit with my tongue. She whimpered and bucked against me, clutching my head to her. Inner muscles tightened with the approach of her orgasm and I slid another finger in as far as possible
, allowing my ring finger to press against her ass.

Deep within the hot wet silk, I flicked my finger against that place that drew such incredible responses from her.
I sucked her clit gently between my lips as her muscles vibrated.

Tara
's thighs clamped around my head and her fingers locked in my hair as a high-pitched cry escaped her. She shattered right there in my hands, leaving me in absolute awe. The urge to tell her she was mine, would always be mine, left my throat burning, but I managed to keep it under control.

I kept my face on her stomach while we
caught our breath, never wanting to move.

I
reluctantly helped her dress and returned her to the kitchen where we both sat and ate the amazing breakfast. In the most awkward silence in the fucking universe.

****

They took us to separate rooms this time. I waited in another interrogation-style torture chamber with one table and two chairs, wondering where they were taking Tara and why. Danielle entered the room dressed in a gauzy white peasant blouse that revealed a royal blue bra, and a flowing skirt in the same color. Great.

Taking a seat across from me, she smiled in a way that said I wasn
't going to like this challenge. The fact that she entered alone, without her mini Secret Service Agent, confirmed it. She also expected to derive a great deal of satisfaction from the challenge. I couldn't identify what gave me that impression, but it was there and it was strong.

"
Trust. How well do you know your partner?"

Her ambiguous opening line held all sorts of possibilities, none that I could peg, and probably none I wanted to know.
"Depends." I'd just have to fish a little.

She clasped her hands together and gave me her best seductive look.
"What would you say… if I told you that right at this second, Tara is in another room, being offered five hundred points to kiss another man. Do you think she'd take it?"

I fought the explosion of emotions her words provoked in me. Tara. Kiss. Another man. It all train-wrecked in my head producing a carnage I didn
't think I was capable of. I rubbed the bridge of my nose, keeping my gaze on the table. Answer the question. Fuck. It could be a trick question. To see if I'd doubt her. The problem was, she likely would. "Yes."

"
Yes, you think she'd do it?"

"
Yes."

"
Well." She sat forward and began undoing her blouse, taking her time. A narrow blue satin ribbon laced the front of the blouse together, and she let it slip sensually between her fingers. "I'm here to offer you the same opportunity. Only more points, of course. Since I like you. A thousand points?" She slid out of her blouse then opened the front of her bra. "All you have to do." She removed the delicately embroidered satin from her breasts and glided perfectly manicured fingers over erect nipples. "Is lick them. That's it. It's a win-win. And just between the two of us, you don't have to stop with licking my nipples. That's not so challenging, now is it?"

She stood and moved around the table until she stood next to me. The cloying scent of expensive perfume clogged my throat, threatening to gag me. I kept my gaze on the table, fighting my fury. Tara kissing another man. A thousand points? Just to lick a pair of really nice nipples? I was a fucking Dom, for crying out loud. She
'd no doubt be furious if I didn't. Fuck it, I didn't want to. It felt wrong on so many levels. And I hated that Tara didn't share that feeling.

D
anielle produced a cell phone, swiped the screen and held it out. I watched Tara in another room, watched a guy with his hands all over her. She stood there, still as a tree. The idea that she didn't want him touching her, and yet made herself allow it, flooded me with equal portions of joy and fury.

I clenched my jaws to keep from roaring.
"Where is she?" My voice sounded strange even to my own ears.

"
Next room over." The mirth in her answer made me sick.

I got up and walked out, ignoring her
insulted orders to come back. I went from one door to the next until I found Tara. "Get the fuck off of her."

The dude jerked up with a look on his face that begged to be punched right the fuck off. I didn
't deny the urgent request and my fist connected with that smirk on his mouth. Tara gasped and he hit the floor. I prayed I broke his perfect teeth or busted his lip—enough for the kind of stitches that left a scar.

"
What are you doing?" she asked. No, she demanded.

I spun to her.
"What are
you
doing?"

"
The same as you are!"

"
And what the fuck am I doing?"

"
I saw what you were doing." Her brow furrowed slightly, betraying hurt feelings.

I took a deep breath
, fighting for calm, while eying the dude dragging himself up off the floor. "You didn't see shit, because I didn't fucking do anything."

The guy tried to get in my face and I
gave him a shove, facing him, praying he'd come at me one more time. He stepped back with his hands up, wiping the blood from his lip. Come on you fucker, don't stop, come on.

"
I don't get paid enough for this." He turned and walked out, leaving me with nothing to take my rage out on.

"
I saw you with her." The hurt and betrayal in Tara's whisper shook me to the ground.

I grabbed my head, suddenly understanding.
"What did you really see Tara? Think about it."

"
I… she… Okay, fine, I quit looking because it was disgusting."

Her
harsh tone said she'd already found me guilty. "Not as fucking disgusting as you, love." I immediately wanted to take back the insult, but it was too late.

Danielle walked in, still topless
, clapping.

I turned away from her
, disgusted with her little schemes and the fact that she loved what they were doing to me and Tara.

"
Well you'll both be happy to learn that at least one of you passed the test. Lucian was offered points for a challenge and refused. Tara was a big girl and took them. Good job." She turned to Tara with a smile. "You have earned the right to Dom in the next challenge." She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek and I couldn't bring myself to stop her. I suddenly didn't mind if it bothered Tara. And judging by the pissed look on her face, it did. Good.

"
What is wrong with you," she said after Danielle walked out.

I paced back and forth, fighting to process my feelings in a controlled manner. It wasn
't working out too well so kept my mouth shut.