Dom Wars: Round Three Page 4

  "Ffuuuck." He pumped his hips and worked his hand in his pants to cup his balls, his hot tortured gaze raising to mine. His chest heaved and he seemed like he wanted to say something to me but couldn't speak.

  Emboldened with his desire, I stroked my finger along my folds from behind, wetting it. He gasped and grunted when I moved to my ass and tickled it while keeping my hips moving to the music.

  "I want my tongue in it." The harsh words came strangled and I moaned and leaned over, giving him more of a view. I slid my finger in my pussy and flicked my hips quickly, then slower. "Jesus," he groaned. "Fuck it baby. Do it."

  His words were impossible to disobey. I flicked my hips again, fingering myself faster, moaning and looking over my shoulder at him. "I need your cock."

  His gaze shot to mine and sent my heart hammering. "Come fucking here. Back up. Don't turn."

  I scooted the few feet and Lucian grabbed my hips. He began kissing my ass and then he bit it hard.

  I yelped and gasped at the pain then moaned at feeling his hot tongue on it. He made ravenous sounds as he continued to bite my ass hard enough to leave marks, then licked and kissed the sting away. "Grab your ankles," he gasped.

  I hurried and did as he said, my nails digging in my skin as I waited, moaning and knowing. His finger slammed deep inside me with a startling growl of dominance. He licked right on my ass, his hungry groans making me dizzy while his other fingers moved slowly over my clit.

  His hot breath hit my pussy just before he bit one of my lips. I yelped, fear and excitement rushing through me. The bite was hard enough to demonstrate just how close he was to losing control. And yet I moaned with desperate grunts, twirling my hips for more. I wanted to feel it. Feel how badly he wanted me. How much.

  I yelped and gasped again as he bit all along my entrance, then licked and sucked and fucked my pussy with his finger. So fast, hard, and deep. "Oh God," I whimpered, ready to orgasm.

  Lucian stood, as though sensing it. "No coming yet," he commanded. "Put your face on the couch.

  I turned and held on, looking over my shoulder, wanting to know what he was planning. "Fuck me." The desperate plea came unbidden.

  "Fuck you?" The harsh words came just before he spanked my ass really hard, then rubbed it. I trembled and whimpered, at his mercy with need, ready to beg for it.

  "Yes, yes. Please." And there it was.

  "No, love. You're going to fuck me. When I say. How I say."

  Even though I knew he was playing a role, I also knew he wasn't. I felt every bit of the sincerity in his words, every bit of his craving to dominate. And I'd never wanted anything so badly. Wanted him to dominate me.

  "Do it," I whispered, "Please, baby, do it. Do me, do it."

  His cock suddenly slammed in deep and I screamed from the intensity. He gave a choked groan, his fingers digging into my hips with bruising force. Felt so amazing. To feel what I did to him, feel the passion in his dominance.

  "God yes, yes," I cried.

  "Tell me again." The words were breathless as he began moving in and out of me slowly, his hips rocking sensually when deep.

  I was nearly delirious, fighting to remember the human language. "Please," was all I managed.

  "Not good enough, baby. Tell me how much you want this."

  I nodded, my eyes shut tight. "I want it, I want it."

  "How bad baby?"

  "Really bad."

  "Really bad?"

  "Yes, yes, please."

  He let out a long hiss, slowing his strokes even more. "How do you want it, love?"

  I squirmed in his strong hands, but his hold was unforgiving. "Faster."

  "Faster, yes. You fucking like it that way. What else, love?"

  Again I fought to move on him and again his fingers bore down with delicious force. "Hard."

  He let out a deep groan and spanked my ass. Again, the power behind it bordered out of control. I reached for my aching clit, sure I would orgasm the second I touched it.

  "Don't you fucking dare," he growled. "That is mine to suck until you're pulling my hair and bucking on my mouth. Until you're screaming and trembling." He soothed my ass with gentle strokes of his hands while his cock throbbed deep inside me. "I fucking love when you do that."

  I moaned, beyond voicing my needs further. My body took over, shoving back into him, drawing him even deeper.

  The door rattled. "Hello?" An annoyed female voice tried to intrude on my consciousness.

  "Fucking go away!" Lucian's growling command sent my inner muscles throbbing harder. He drove into me, over and over, his fingers biting into my hips.

  I could feel his orgasm roaring down like a freight train and the knowledge that I did that to him put me over the edge. My entire body focused on holding him deep, drawing every drop of ecstasy from him.

  Lucian's roar accompanied the sudden scalding heat inside me, and out of nowhere, the mother in me mourned violently for things I'd never have.

  Heaving for air, he sagged against me for an instant, then helped me stand.

  A heavy fist pounded on the door. "Open up!" A key turned the lock, but a quiet voice interrupted. A quick conversation ensued. Then, "Miss Tara? I have your things." Thank God. Good old Steve.

  Still breathing hard, Lucian dragged his pants up while I searched for my panties and pulled them on. I stood and his mouth was on mine, kissing me with urgency, his tongue rough along mine. He was suddenly headed for the door, leaving me dizzy. With a glance in my direction, he opened the door a little and took my clothes from Steve.

  ***

  I eyed Tara as the blacked out window between us and Steve slowly lowered to reveal his pensive gaze in the rearview mirror. "Now, before we…head over to the address for your first assignment," he kept his eyeballs solidly on something between me and Tara, "I think you should be aware of…where this is." He paused, maybe to allow for questions, but we didn't ask any. He had that weird curvy set to his lips as he finished. "It's a group of lawyer's offices."

  I glanced at Tara's reaction and found her staring back at him looking like a deflated tire. "Your point?"

  Steve shook his head with innocent raised brows until his chin fat jiggled. "Nothing."

  Tara looked at me then as though waiting for me to make it worse and I merely glared at her. Glared at her for thinking it and for sitting her ass all the way across the world from me when she belonged glued to my hip. Fucking hated how she did that after we had mind blowing sex. She was like a boa constrictor with the hide of an army tank. Every time we made love, she tightened her hold on me a little more, making it a fight just to fucking breathe. I didn't want to hurt her, but something deep inside me said I'd have to play dirty just to survive. And win her.

  Tara flopped back against the seat. "Drive us. The sooner we get there, the sooner I can get this over with and the sooner I can get back to the room and take a hot shower and…sleep."

  Stupid body responded to her. She'd thought of something besides sleep, I heard it. Knew it down to my capillaries and I was ready to bow before whatever fantasy it was.

  "Okay, just wanted to make sure you knew."

  "Oh, I know," Tara muttered. She sighed. "Law is certainly his calling." She glanced up at me. "The person we're going to see. He made his way through college on a philosophy of 'dazzle them with your brilliance, baffle them with your bullshit'."

  That made me like the guy even less than I might have, considering he was a demon from her past. I stared at her, dying for the fifth time to know the details of her first demon domination. But I was not told, and it didn't seem right to pry. Plus, I was about to find out. But… "So, what exactly did this fucker do, love?"

  She pffted with a wave of her hand while chewing on her thumbnail and looking out the window. Then she jerked her bracelet to her mouth. "Nothing two hundred hours of therapy didn't dominate."

  I shook my head, sure of one thing. We were going to lose our asses.

  ****

  "It's nine pm, love, ar
e you sure you don't want to come back in the morning?"

  Tara was already heading toward the five story mirrored building and I followed close at her sharp clicking heels while Steve brought up the rear. The sound on the pavement had a distinct the shit's gonna hit the fan tempo to it. The determination of her stride even in the black evening gown said she knew exactly where she was going, what she was doing, and what she was going to fucking say. No, more like what she wasn't going to fucking say.

  I couldn't resist the excitement bubbling inside me. She was such a sexy sassy turn on and I fucking loved watching her in any kind of action. But this was something more. My excitement had more to do with the clue I was about to gain in unlocking Tara than with the sexy sway of her hips under that black dress.

  Steve hurried ahead to open the door for her. "He could be gone."

  Tara ignored his subtle attempt to talk her out of a late night meeting and breezed past him like practiced royalty. She stopped in the lobby for a quick look around then clicked her way to a woman at a desk and spoke in hushed tones. The second she got what she wanted, she turned, her smiling face instantly hardening into the cold mask of a serial killer.

  God. Damn.

  We followed her through the decorative wrought iron grate and into the elevator. Wood paneled walls and a marble floor gave the impression of money to waste. The fourth wall was glass and overlooked an atrium that held a miniature tropical forest. Tara pressed a button then eyed the numbers above the door like they were her arch nemesis.

  Moving only my eyeballs, I glanced over to Steve when I felt him looking at me. He had that funny smile again, the one that wasn't funny. I realized he did that when he was nervous. It came with a furrow between his brows this time, making him look like a constipated kill joy.

  It occurred to me that with his chaperone status, he would know at least the bare details behind this assignment. And it fucking scared him.

  Fuck.

  Exiting the elevator, we followed T-Rex Tara down a hall. You'd swear she did this kind of thing five times a week. She paused at a door, and the first signs of hesitancy showed. Briefly. She turned and looked at me with a pleasant smile. "In and out. Demon domination 101 baby."

  I raised my brows and nodded a little. "Right with you love."

  She regarded Steve. Then me again. "Why not wait in the hall in case it gets…ugly."

  "No, no, no," Steve whispered back. "We have to both attend." He gave a regretful frown, more for himself no doubt. Who the fuck wanted to witness this? Besides me. And that was mostly to find out more about Tara.

  "Fine." She raised her wrist and spoke into her bracelet. "Demon domination in progress. Please pay close attention."

  She opened the door and walked in, straight past the receptionist.

  "Ma'am? Ma'am! You can't go in there."

  Steve and I followed quickly behind Tara as she barged right through a door at the end of the hall.

  A man and a woman were engaged in conversation and he stood from where he sat on the edge of his desk and turned. The anger in his handsome face became a mask of confusion the second he saw Tara. His confusion and maybe concern grew when he looked me and Steve over.

  I finally realized that Tara was speechless and staring at the woman. Uh oh.

  "Rita?"

  The beautiful blonde stood. "Tara." She smiled.

  "Why are you here?" Tara's voice held genuine confusion.

  "I…I work here. Transferred after college."

  Tara nodded at her for several seconds then looked at the man. She cleared her throat. "I'm…I'm here to…here to…"

  I stepped closer to her and put my hand on her shoulder, reminding her I was there.

  She looked at me and I leaned in to her ear. "We can come back tomorrow," I whispered, extra quiet.

  Her brows furrowed with the return of her anger and sparkly indifference. She looked back at the man who towered next to us. He was a half a head taller than me and seemed to think that would keep me from kicking his ass if he made one wrong move or said one wrong word to her.

  "I'm here to tell you that I forgive you." She held out her wrist and his face went screwy.

  "For what?"

  She shook her head slowly at him. "You know what." Her words were soft and certain, with a hint of hurricane warnings.

  "Ummm." He raked his hand through jet black celebrity hair and wiped his mouth then spread his arms wide. "Are you referring to me finding out the day of our wedding that you were not the woman you professed to be?"

  She went still for several seconds then her hip cocked. "What?!"

  "What do you mean what? You know what. Your…" he glanced at me and Steve as though suddenly realizing they weren't alone. "Your condition. With…children."

  My gut tensed and Tara steeped forward, out of my reach. She held her wrist out toward at him. "So. You're saying you…left because I was raped and can't have children?"

  He seemed embarrassed and looked down. "I wanted kids."

  My knuckles ached with the force of clenching my fists.

  "We could have adopted."

  "I don't want to adopt."

  "Ah. And don't you think you could have told me that?"

  More shame filled his face and he stood there hemming and hawing. "Don't you think you should have told me something like that?"

  Tara laughed. "I did. What do you think 'I was ruined' meant?"

  "I just thought it meant metaphorically. You heard me talk about kids, Tara." He looked pained now. "You knew what I wanted."

  She looked at me and giggled then presented her wrist to the man. "So, you found out I couldn't have babies and left a poor girl standing like a goddamn idiot at the altar.

  Oh. Holy. Fuck. I glared at him, ready to tackle him.

  He stared down at the floor and said nothing.

  Tara sighed. "You know what? It's okay. Because like I said, I forgive you. That's why I'm here, in fact. To release you of the guilt you…apparently don't have. There." She looked at me and Steve then put her wrist to her mouth. "I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you. This. Is. Dominated." She held her wrist out to toward him. "I. Forgive. You. All better. You have a good life."

  She walked toward the door and suddenly paused without turning. "And Rita? You have a good life too. I hope the two of you have a farm of kids."

  Steve and I followed in her ominous wake. My gut tied itself into a million knots. I needed to stop her, hold her. Comfort her. But there was no way I was getting close to her now. I wasn't a religious man, but I was pretty sure the energy trailing behind her was not angelic.

  Chapter Five

  I sat on the hotel bed, wondering how long Tara would shower. God, please don't let them make me do anything sexual with her. Or physical.

  Left at the altar. God. How fucking horrific. And betrayed by a friend? Jesus. Left by her parents. Left by her first husband before she could say I do. I suddenly got an image of her in a wedding dress. The groom late and her smiling that smile. My heart fucking hurt in my chest. Seeing her there, so beautiful, vulnerable, and about to have her life shattered.

  My phone chirped and I closed my eyes with dread. Well, that was quick. My mom would say, you get as much as you give with God. Guess that put me in serious debt.

  I opened my phone and looked at it.

  Lucian performs aftercare on Tara.

  My body sagged in fucking relief. Aftercare. Yes. The demon domination should require it. Even if she did miserably.

  I let out a shaky breath and paced. I definitely owed one to the man upstairs. Aftercare. Soothe her. I knew how to do that. I froze in my tracks when the shower finally shut off. I hurried back to the bed, feeling like I needed to put her fears at ease. She probably bathed so long because she didn't want to face me. Had to be embarrassing. The entire ride back from that place, she'd resumed her across the world distance from me, and gone straight into the hotel room then into the shower.

  Maybe she was worried she'd have t
o do something physical.

  While she took another forever to get dressed, I stormed through aftercare ideas like a freak tornado. All the usual ones didn't seem right. No, they didn't seem good enough for her. Nothing was.

  All I knew was that I needed to make her feel good. Maybe worse than she needed to feel it. I gathered my courage and mentally braced for being the strong one, the sure one, the irrefutable one.

  Tara finally rounded the corner. Oh fuck. Naked. Shaven. Nipples hard.

  Like a magic trick, my hastily planned care package went poof.

  I finally managed to move my gaze to her face and found the surprise of the century written there. I need you to fuck my brains out really bad.

  This extreme unanticipated turn of events dropped my jaw and train wrecked all the logic out of my brain. She bit her lower lip and looked down, semi hugging her waist. I suddenly saw her, standing at the altar in her wedding gown, waiting.

  It reminded me of who I was. What I was. Why I was. "Go to the bed."

  Her immediate obedience jerked my heart and got me so fucking hard. If this was what she needed, then that qualified as aftercare. I wasn't sure why exactly she needed it, but I did know I was thrilled that she did.

  I went to the closet where "toys" had been planted by the company and found silk ties. I selected five.

  When I returned, I found her ready. Legs open, arms stretched out, showing me that she wanted it. Standing at the side of the bed, staring at her, another urge slammed into me and rewrote the sexual dominance script burning in my head.

  I tossed the ties and scooped her up in my arms. She stared at me, curious, but still eager and submissive as I made my way to the love seat. Her cheeks flushed as I sat and her lips parted in anticipation. I pulled her close to me and guided her head to my shoulder.

  She gave a delicate moan and snuggled into my body.

  Fuck. My heart slammed in my chest as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her face into my shoulder. I stroked her, beginning at her head, gliding worshipful fingers down her curled up body then back up again.