"I feel underdressed," I muttered to Dominic.
"You're not," Dom said, without looking up from his computer.
I was sitting in one of the many chairs he had around his office, just feeling off.
I had stopped knitting a couple of minutes ago and was just looking around from my seat.
Then I looked down at my shorts.
They were short enough that I could get my cast over them easily and go to the bathroom without any problems.
But they made me feel.
Feel.
I don't know.
Just weird.
I felt like I was being watched.
My shirt was one I used to wear in high school.
An old band shirt, even though I didn't know the band's name.
And some shoes.
My hair was in French braids that Dom had gratefully done for me this morning.
And for the first time in a long time, I was aware.
I was aware of my surroundings.
I was aware of the people in it.
And I was aware of myself.
I felt almost insecure in a way.
Insecure and out of place.
Out of place in this normal office building.
Maybe he is just a normal guy. God, now I kind of feel bad for saying all of those things about him.
I sighed as I stood up.
"What are you doing?" He asked, once again not looking up from his computer.
"My leg hurts, so I am going to walk around your office; I am not going to leave this room if that's what you are worried about," I said.
He nodded.
My eyes scanned the room.
It all felt staged.
Of course, I don't think I have ever been in an office. Okay, maybe once with my dad to this exact building, actually, but I was only there to do his bidding and chores; I didn't really enjoy the ambiance of working in an office…That sounds very out of touch.
I continued to look around. He had picture frames scattered across different shelves and strange-looking books.
I pulled one of them off the shelf. "Is this you in high school?" I asked, and he finally looked up.
I limped over to his desk with the photo.
He was in a football uniform, and I recognized his parents standing next to him, because he looked very similar to both of them. "Do you have 3 siblings?"
"No, that picture is missing my younger sister. She wasn't born yet."
"Damn. Are you the oldest?
"Yep. So I am the oldest of 5 siblings? Or is that 4? I don't know, but there are 5 of us now," he said.
I sat down on his desk and continued to look at the photo.
"Your dad is really handsome," I said.
I looked back up at Dom, and we made eye contact.
I can see where he gets it; both of his parents are very attractive.
I looked back down and smiled.
"That's where I get it." Took the words right out of my mouth.
"You should take me to meet them someday; they look like nice people," I said.
"One day. Mom will probably get mad about me not marrying a Korean girl."
"Didn't she marry an Italian man?"
"Exactly. It's some weird thing I don't understand. Also, me being the oldest and the only one who doesn't speak Korean makes her even angrier," Dom said, laughing.
"I feel that, but with Spanish. My mom hides it really well, though," I said, and I went to put the picture back.
Then I pulled out my phone as I walked over and snagged a picture.
I reached up, put the photo back, and went into my photos.
Photo description: sexy high school Dom.
I need back mail info just in case he wants to pull something.
And I just like old pictures.
Or.
Wait…Is it because I like him?
I rubbed my head in anguish.
Who in their right mind would take pictures of some guy that they don't even like?
Who in their right mind would spend a full day with their daughter unintentionally?
Who in their right mind would go to work with the guy after snuggling him all night?
I don't think I am in my right mind.
I itched my eyebrow and pushed my glasses up with two fingers.
Why is he making my mind race like this?
I don't understand.
Is this how love is? Is this nasty, icky feeling love?
I itched my upper back.
I feel tingly all over. Every time I hear him or see him.
Yuck.
What is this weird feeling? Fuck, I don't know.
And really? For this old guy?
I looked over at him. "Why are you standing in the middle of the room looking down?" He asked me.
"I was on my phone, sorry," I explained as I looked at him.
I mean, he wasn't bad-looking, not at all, because he took care of himself really well.
He had this pale skin.
His hair was fluffy and a nice shade of black. Sure, it stuck out in every which way, but still looked so fucking good.
His eyebrows were all messed up, his eyelashes long, and his eyes were small and dark brown.
His lips were red and plump, his nose was wide and handsome, his ears were the perfect size, and his jawline was this weird, sharp, but also kind of chubby.
Basically, he was handsome.
And every time he wore a suit, it made him EVEN more handsome.
ACTUALLY, no matter what he had on, he looked good.
"Okay, now you are staring at me? Is everything okay?" He asked.
I started to blink quickly, and I snapped out of whatever weird episode I was just in and turned around.
"I was going to tell you something, but I forgot," I said, lying.
"Okay, tell me when you remember."
"Okay," I muttered, walking to the other side of the room, where there were more pictures.
And a lot of them were of him and Leo, which is actually really cute. I mean, they have been friends for a long time, so it was understandable.
Sometimes…sometimes I wish I could have a friendship like that.
"This one is cute," I said, picking up one of the photos.
It was of Dom and Leo at a bar.
I looked closer. Actually, it wasn't a bar. Well, it didn't look like it at least.
The place felt…nostalgic, oddly nostalgic.
I felt my heart drop, and I had this gross feeling I hadn't felt in a while.
It wasn't the gross love one; it was just a nasty feeling, a nasty FUCKING feeling.
I fixed my glasses and brought the picture closer to my face.
In the background of the picture was the guy who shot me and another guy.
Oh.
Oh god.
I felt the picture frame slip from my hands and shatter on the floor into nearly a thousand pieces.
I looked up as the bookcase morphed around me.
I turned around.
Oh god. I haven't thought about this place in a while.
I gulped. Every time I went here, time would stand still.
After all this time, I have tried my best to forget it all, and for the most part, I have done a good job. But seeing this picture, seeing this place, all of the memories are flooding back at once, and now, now it feels like it all just happened yesterday.
I signed the contract when I turned 18, and it bound me to this terrible fucking life.
The guy in the picture, he…he made me sign it.
To work for them, I HAD to sign it. To make the money my family needed, I had to sign it. To do all of those things with those disgusting men, I had to sign it. To hide everything from my family, I had to sign it.
"Hey, hey," Dom's voice took me out of my thoughts as I frantically looked around.
I bent down to try to help pick up the glass all over the floor, but he quickly yelled, "Back up, back up. I will do it."
I slowly backed up, and I watched as Dom cleaned up the glass.
Why were he and Leo there?
Was he also one of those guys?
I felt myself gulp as I continued to back up more and more.
He couldn't be.
I…I don't remember him being there.
He's too…Well, I don't know. I don't even know who he is, to be quite honest.
I felt my heart start to race as he picked up the photo.
"Did Matteo freak you out?" He asked, holding the photo up so I could see it. "Is that why you dropped it?"
I shook my head quickly. I couldn't tell him.
Dom sighed. "Okay, whatever. I am gonna get a broom; why don't you go in the kitchen and make something to eat? I don't want you breaking anything else." Because that's the only thing I am good at. I felt a hint of venom in his voice. I felt awkward and cold.
I rubbed my hands together and nodded at him.
He opened the door for me and pointed out the kitchen, "It's not a far walk, so you should be fine," he said, but the venom was still there.
"I'm sorry," I muttered, and I felt small as I looked around.
"It's fine." He was still angry, and I could feel it.
I couldn't tell him about that place.
I just couldn't.
The kitchen was in this awkward place, close enough to everything in the office but not Dom's room, which is the one thing I wanted to be near.
I grabbed whatever I could find and started to make myself tacos.
I bent down.
Why do they have no seasoning?
"Is that Dom's fiancée?" A voice asked, and I stood up. I was being watched.
I kept hearing whispers go by as I was starting on the tacos in the kitchen, but I couldn't really hear them, but…Now I know they are about me.
It made me feel gross and worthless.
"I doubt it."
"I swear, Dom has standards; he wouldn't be with someone like that, let alone a man," the second voice said.
I have never been so fucking aware in my entire life.
I felt like a nasty feeling was crawling up my back, and I wanted to cry.
I was insecure.
"I don't even think he would be cute if he were a girl; he kind of looks like a maid."
I gulped.
I just needed to drown them out, and I would be okay.
I knew I was going to feel out of place; it was almost a given.
But now that I actually am, it feels fucking awful.
I feel like I am in high school again, sitting alone as people walk by, whispering and pointing.
Fuck.
"Hey, that's racist."
"How? I am just saying he looks like Cara."
"Cara is Mexican; that is racist."
"It can't be racist if I am right. He's Mexican, isn't he? All I am saying is he looks like his mom is Cara, and maybe some black deliveryman is his dad." Holy fuck.
The two of them laughed as I continued to make the tacos.
My appetite was now gone.
I let out a long sigh, and I gulped.
I felt tears start to prick my eyes.
I am not a fucking crybaby, I have never been.
But at the same time, I have never been judged like I am now, not even in high school.
I have never had such a nasty feeling in my stomach as I do now.
I turned off the heat of the tacos and put them on two plates for Dom and me.
"Why would Dom pick someone like that?"
I felt another tear fall.
Tear after tear.
I couldn't control myself.
I grabbed a towel and tried to wipe them, but it was no use; they just kept coming.
I added more toppings to our tacos and made eye contact with both of them.
They both looked at me, and one of them looked at the other.
They were both tall, with pale skin and blonde hair.
The opposite of me.
They were beautiful, and as I stood there staring at them, I felt even more aware, even more terrible, and even more insecure.
I nodded to them and walked past them quickly.
I felt them and other people staring daggers at me.
I felt like a hooker again, but with no sex.
My pace quickened, and then I opened the door.
I quickly shut it, and my breath slowed.
I put the plates down on a table, and I looked back at the same bookshelf.
The glass was gone.
I turned back around.
The room had morphed back into that place I hated.
I took two steps forward.
I haven't thought about this place in so long, let alone twice in one day.
I looked around. I was in one of those dreaded rooms with money in my hand, as the guy took it from my hand.
He would always call it taxing, taking the money I worked for, because Iwas young, dumb, and stupid.
And I didn't have a choice.
Oh god.
Oh god.
"Yeah, yeah..hi Ryder." Dom's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
He was on the phone, and I picked up the plate of tacos and followed Dom to his desk.
I put them down. "These are for you," I mouthed.
He nodded.
"Yeah, I am at my computer now. Yes, you showed me the email," Dom said and started typing.
I sat on the floor in front of his desk, and he put his phone down, turning the call to speakerphone.
"They sent another attack, which is annoying as fuck," I heard a voice say from his phone.
"Did you send an email to the shipment?"
"Yes, but this time they can't do anything about it because technically it was in our port already."
"Like that fucking makes sense," Dom spat, and his typing on his computer got faster and faster.
"Matteo is planning something, so be wary; you know how mafia men get."
Mafia.
There's that word again.
Dom took the speaker off the phone and put it to his ear.
"Haha, very funny," Dom said a little too fast.
Mafia.
I don't even think we have the mafia on this side of the country; it's just in shows.
I don't. I raised my eyebrows. I'm overthinking.
Dom wouldn't lie to me.
I leaned back, tuning him out and housing down my tacos. I had made myself 5, which was very big of me, but I love eating.
In Dom's office, I felt safe.
I didn't want to go out there anymore, out there with all of those people, looking at me and staring at me.
I felt safe right here with Dom.
"Why are you sitting on the floor?" I looked up as Dom came and sat next to me with his tacos.
"It's comfortable."
"Not really," he said, laughing as he took a bite out of his taco.
I sighed.
I took a taco and shoved it in my mouth.
"God damn."
"What?" I asked, looking at him.
He gave me this smirk.
"What?" I repeated.
"Nothing, just the way you ate the taco."
I raised my eyebrow at him. Fucking weirdo.
He shifted from crisscross apple sauce to his legs flat out.
Crisscross apple sauce?
What is that position called?
Fuck am I five?
"What about it?" I asked.
"You ate that thing in one bite."
"And? The tacos are not that big," I said.
I have no idea what he is getting at.
His smirk grew wider, and he shifted again. "It's pretty normal-sized," he said and took another bite out of his taco.
Weirdo.
I ate another taco, and he laughed.
"What?" I asked, laughing with him.
"You are really good at…that."
Bruh. I rolled my eyes. "YOU'RE WEIRD!" I said, pushing him, and he fell over like a dead weight.
"Hey, I didn't say anything; that is your imagination," he said, trying to get back up.
I pushed him again. "Keep your bitch ass down."
Then he sat up and just laughed.
"These are good tacos, ignoring your suspicious eating habits. What did you use to make them?"
"Whatever shit you had in the kitchen," I said, and I felt myself shrinking at the thought of it.
"Well, you will have to make them again; they are good," he said, eating them.
Should I tell him about what happened?
I don't know.
I trust him, and I have let my guard down around him…I guess that's what love is. I don't really know.
"What?"
"Huh?" I said, looking at him.
"You look deep in thought," he said, getting up to throw away his plate.
I sighed.
I finished my tacos and stood up with him. "Uh, it's nothing."
"Don't do that to me. I know something is wrong; just tell me," he said.
If only it were that easy.
If only.
Dom gave me this look.
"It was something small…"
He cut me off. "If it's making you bullshit like this, then it is not small. It is clearly bothering you," Dom said.
"I was in the kitchen, and I was hearing people whisper as they walked by. I didn't think anything of it until I started to hear them. And they were talking about me."
"You? What about you?" Dom snapped.
"Is that why your eyes are red?" Dom added as he inspected my face.
I pushed him off. "I'm not trying to be emotional or anything…"
"It's not emotional if they are just feelings. We all feel them, and it's valid; don't undermine yourself as emotional," Dom said in this stern tone of voice.
I felt tears prick in my eyes again.
Fuck.
"What did they say about you?"
"Uh, they said something about you having standards and were asking why you would be with someone like me? And the fact that I am a man. Then they said, I look like Cara, and I don't know who that is…"
"Head of facilities here," Dom said, snapping at me again.
"Oh, uh, yeah, I. Then they said, Why would you pick someone like me. And I am not a crybaby…" I so am, because my voice is cracking like one.
Dom brought me closer to him and gave me the most awkward side hug ever.
I felt his breath in my hair. It was fast, and I could see his chest heaving.
He pulled away and stood up, reaching out for my hand.
Anger.
"What?" I asked as he helped me stand up.
"Please, show me what you used to make those tacos; I am just dying to fucking know," he muttered, and I felt his hand grip my side.
"Dom, Dom, it's okay."
"I just want to know; please tell me," he said, his voice was stern, and it was low-key scaring me, but also turning me on, in some weird, twisted way I couldn't explain.
But that weird way was in the back of my mind, and it was rising.
It was weird. This whole thing was weird.
He opened the door for me, and I nodded.
He put his hand on my lower back as we walked; it was like he wanted them to stare.
Wanted to reassure me that their opinions didn't matter.
He wanted me to feel good.
And I did, God I did.
For once, I felt in control.
I felt.
Felt.
Perfect.
"Show me, baby," he mumbled in my ears as we made our rounds through the office.
I was scanning each cubicle as we walked, looking for the two women who had been talking about me earlier.
His hand dropped lower and lower, and his grip tightened as his fake smile grew wider.
"There," I mumbled as I pointed my head to where the two of them were.
He stopped, and I watched him sigh.
"Lauren, Helen," he said in this deep voice.
The two of them put their heads up in unison.
They looked at Dom and then at me.
"Hi, Mr. Caruso," one of the girls said.
"Is the report that I asked you for ready?" He asked with this evil smile.
He knew the answer.
"No."
I knew the answer.
"Oh, but didn't I ask for that last week? And it's still not done?" Dom said in a teasing tone.
"Sir.."
"Next time. Instead of standing there TALKING, work on your shit." So commanding.
I felt a small smile come to my face.
"Also, we do have a no-tolerance policy for bullying, I hope you know. This goes for everyone, even if they are guests or partners, especially if they are the fiancée of the guy who owns the company you work for and writes your paychecks. Be mindful of what you say," he said.
"Sir, we were…"
"I will have a slip for you guys to fill out tomorrow…Thank you for your cooperation," he said, and he kissed the side of my face.
We continued walking, then turned around and walked back to his room.
"How cool was that?" Dom asked, nudging my side.
"It would have been cooler if you weren't groping me the whole time," I said, nudging him back.
Okay, I actually pushed him.
He started laughing as he regained his composure. "You are fucker."
He bent down and put me over his shoulder.
"This is not fucking fair," I said as he opened the door to his office.
He shut it behind him and put me down.
"Fine, let's go then," he said.
I pushed him, and he didn't move.
"Hey, fuck no, fuck no," I said, dodging his attacks.
Every time he would lunge forward, I would dodge it.
"Fucker," I said, and he was obviously out of breath.
"You are a fucking weasel," he said, chasing after me.
"You are just so slow," I said.
I felt him grab onto my arm and started to laugh. Fuck.
"What about me being slow?"
"I spoke too soon," I said, prying his arm off mine.
I pushed him slightly and walked over to go behind his desk to sit in his chair.
"Was this all a ploy to sit in my chair?" He asked me with a smile.
"Sure, it's pretty comfortable, not going to lie. I would sit in here every day if I were you," I said.
"I try to," he said.
He walked over to me and smiled.
And almost abruptly, I watched as the main light shut off, then the lamps he had, and then his computer.
"What the fuck?" he asked.
He walked to the door, and all the lights were off outside.
"Give me a second," He said, and he walked out of the door completely.
Maybe it was a power outage.
I stood up out of his chair.
Holy fuck, I can't see anything.
I looked around. Why doesn't he have any curtains in here?
Holy fuck, it is so dark.
I felt in my pockets for my phone.
Of course, it's not there because why would I have it when I actually need it?
I heard the door open and shut.
"Dominic? Swear to God if that's not you," I said. I tried to feel my way around, but I did not have the layout of his office memorized, so it was no use.
"It's a power outage; I don't know from what, and they have no idea when it will go back on." That was Dom. I recognized his voice.
"Are you blind? It is not even pitch black," he asked, laughing.
"I am so blind, and it is so fucking dark," I said, trying to follow the sound of his voice.
Mother fucker, I just ran into a chair.
It wasn't even raining or anything; this is such a fucking random power outage.
"Dom?" I called out.
He didn't say anything.
Oh hell no.
I have seen a horror movie like this. I am gonna die here.
"Dom, I swear, don't fuck with me," I said.
Still nothing.
I stopped moving.
Maybe I could hear his breathing or something.
Nope, nothing.
Not a peep.
"Dom… holy fuck. Holy fuck," I screamed as arms wrapped around me. He started to laugh as he held me from behind. "You are not funny; I actually almost had a heart attack. Fuck, this is why people smoke."
"You are in my personal space; back up. Especially in the dark," I said, trying to pry his hands off of me.
"I'm scared," he mocked.
"Yeah, right, get your old ass off me. You can see, I cannot."
He started to let out this crazy laugh.
"Can you shine your phone light so I can see?" I said, but he didn't budge.
"What's there to see, mommy? If I can feel you." I rolled my eyes. This fucking bitch.
"Why are we bringing back the mommy nickname? I swear to God, Dom," I said, trying to kick him.
I wish I had better spatial awareness.
I watched as his lamp on his desk flickered back on, or at least one of them did.
What about the other ones and the main light?
"Can we waddle over to the light, please?" I asked, and before he could say anything, I dragged Dom over to the lamp, because he was not letting go of me.
"Sit," I said, and he sat down.
And then, without a second thought, I sat on top of him.
"Hey…"
"No," I said, cutting him off.
"I haven't even said anything, Ryder," Dom said, laughing.
"I know it is going to be weird, and I don't need that right now."
Am I scared of the dark?
No.
Have I ever been scared of the dark?
Also no.
Was I scared of giant men who hide in it?
Yes extremely.
If I sat on him, then he couldn't fucking scare me. Well, in hindsight, it sounded like a good idea, but now that I am saying it and I am doing it, it sounds like a bad idea, a god-awful idea.
Kind of like I am trying to seduce him.
I felt my shoulders drop.
Was I?
I shook my head. No, I wasn't.
I didn't want him…Did I?
I don't even know.
My brain, my body, and my heart are not working in unison at all right now.
My heart just wants to be loved and wants to take things slow.
My brain wants me to think rationally about everything, and likes the dopamine he gives me when I am around him.
And my body.
My body wants him to fuck me.
"Why are you moving?" he asked as his hands started to go up and down my thighs. This bitch.
"My body isn't listening to my brain or my heart," I mumbled, as my breath slowly started to pick up.
"Aren't they all one thing?"
"No."
"No?" He teased.
"No. My body is acting on things that don't need to be acted on," I said, as I leaned farther into him.
I am letting my guard down.
"Ryder?"
"Shut up, Dominic!" I barked.
His touch felt…good.
It felt warm.
I felt warm.
I leaned my head back so it rested on his shoulder, and his hands went up and down my thighs all the way down to my knees.
I felt my chest heave. God, it felt so good.
"Stop fucking breathing in my ear," I said, lifting my head.
Then I felt his evil hands go down my shorts and continue to rub my legs. "I'll do whatever I want, because I think you'll like it no matter what," he mumbled.
The whore life is slowly calling me back.
I leaned my head back into his neck again. "You are really good at foreplay, even though you aren't even doing anything but rubbing my legs. I think I'm just really horny."
"Me too for the last part," Dom mumbled.
"But I feel like you are always horny."
"That I can't deny…especially around you," Dom mumbled.
"Sweet talker."
"Only for you, baby." Then I felt him start to kiss my neck as he squeezed my thighs.
Fuck, dude.
"I think you need to use your brain before your dick does something you regret," I said, putting my hands on his hands and stopping him.
"Unlike you." He took his hands out of my pants and pushed me up to stand in front of him. "All of my parts work in unison."
Mother fucker.
He turned me around so I was facing him.
Suddenly, I felt VERY embarrassed, because I knew he was looking at me, looking at every part of me,e and it made me feel weird.
It made me feel something that I haven't felt in so long.
My chest heaved as my breathing continued to pick up.
Something I haven't felt in forever.
"Do I make you shy, mommy?" He asked as he slumped back in the chair, taking off his blazer. I am going to kick you in the balls.
"Put your clothes back on," I said, rolling my eyes, lifting myself up, and sitting down on his desk.
"I don't think you want me to do that," he said, and continued to take off his clothes.
He took off his button-up and laid it down next to his blazer.
"You know, I used to be really insecure about my arm," he said, and held it up and put his fingers down one by one. "It's.."
"It makes you really hot. Not to be like desperate, but your arm makes you genuinely so fucking hot, in a way I can't explain," I said, and he smiled.
He blinked slowly. "I am glad."
It made me angry that he felt insecure about it.
"Stop furrowing your browns. It causes wrinkles."
"You know, that makes me really angry."
"What, wrinkles? Me too."
"No. Like, you are insecure about your arm, or that you were. It makes you hot as fuck," I said.
"I am glad you find me attractive," he said, pulling me towards him.
He pulled off his white tank top, and my eyes immediately looked down at his abs.
This sexy ass 40-year-old man and he was hard. This fucking bitch.
I smiled and jumped on him.
"Fuck."
I started laughing as I put my arms around his neck.
"Why did you jump on me?" he asked, laughing with me.
"I don't know; I am not good at being hot."
"I think you are," Dom said.
"Of course you do; your dick is talking right now," I said, and I felt myself grinding on him, like a fucking fool.
He blinked and clicked his tongue. Then I felt his hands go on my waist and then down to my ass.
"Why did you jump?" He asked, repeating his question.
"I don't know," I repeated, laughing.
"Are you a virgin?"
"Nope."
"Oh shit."
"I told you that when you were drunk, but of course you don't remember that," I said.
"You had a boyfriend or girlfriend before?"
I shook my head.
"Hookups then?"
"Too many to count," I said.
He smiled at that.
"Then you should be experienced."
"Nope, not at all," I said. It was embarrassing but true.
"Were the hookups with men or women?"
"Men, all men," I said. I felt venom in my voice, remembering all of that.
"Also," I said, and I felt myself starting to laugh again. "I do not take anything seriously, so I think your foreplay while sexy is fucking funny, and I am not laughing at you; I just get very jumpy and can't help but laugh," I said, and he nodded.
"Don't worry, you can laugh with my dick in your mouth," he said, taking off my shirt.
"Bitch, what?" I said, and I, of course, started laughing again, and so did Dom.
His hands went back to my ass as he stared at me like I was a piece of meat.
I looked around quickly. The dim light of the lamp made me feel a certain way, like I was in the spotlight, in the spotlight of his world.
"You suck dick or no?"
I shook my head. "I never have, and sadly for you, today will not be the first day I do," I said, pulling him closer to me. Something about skin-to-skin contact got me acting brand new.
"Okay, I won't force you."
"Good." I kissed his neck, and he smiled.
"You know, you're really pretty," he said in this star-struck voice.
I felt myself start to melt in his touch as he rubbed my ass. "Thank you," I said, rolling my eyes.
"I bet you're tight too." WHAT?
I pushed his jaw. "You are disgusting."
He laughed. "Am I wrong, though?"
"No comment," I said, and I stood up.
I then pulled down my shorts, and Dom smiled at me.
"Your turn," I said, gesturing towards him.
He sat in this weird position and took off his pants and boxers in one swoop.
Oh, dick.
"What? You said you weren't a virgin."
"Yeah, but I haven't seen a dick that wasn't my own in like 3 years. And you just popped that thing…" my voice trailed off as I continued to look at his dick.
I bit the inside of my lip as I watched him.
He smiled. "I am completely turned on right now; I'm just old," he said.
Then I watched as his hand went up and down on his dick, and it got bigger and bigger.
I started to bite the nails on my right hand. He made me nervous.
I took off my boxers and launched them at him. Then I sat back on his desk and put my feet on his knees.
He grabbed my boxers in one hand and gave me this weird look.
"Don't do anything with those," I said, pointing at him as he brought them closer to his face. "Give me those." I reached over and snatched them from him.
I put them down next to me as he continued to jerk himself off.
"You got any lube?" I asked, getting up and looking in his drawers.
"Why the fuck would I have lube?"
"I thought you took all of you whores up here," I said.
And I felt a hard smack on my ass."You are the only one I have ever brought here, and you are not my whore."
"I feel like one," I said.
"Well, you aren't. And if it makes you feel any better, I haven't had sex in 12 years."
"I don't think that makes me feel better, actually. Now I have to deal with all of the pent-up rage you have," I said, laughing.
After digging through a couple of the drawers, I pulled out lotion from one of them.
"You think I could finger myself with this?" I asked, turning around and holding it up to show him.
"That was vulgar."
"I don't care," I said, sitting back on his desk and moving his keyboard. "Besides, you are jerking off to me right now anyway. That's pretty vulgar," I said, mocking him.
I smiled. I felt so comfortable being around him.
Like everything just came so naturally.
I felt comfortable talking the way I did.
Comfortable to get naked and be in front of him.
Comfortable being myself.
I put both of my legs up and was in this weird spread-eagle position.
I put some lotion on my fingers, as I felt myself get the chills.
I slipped one finger in, and I sighed. Then I closed my eyes, and I slowly started to finger myself.
It felt unimaginably good.
I took a couple of deep breaths and tried my best not to moan.
I slipped in another one of my fingers, and my chest heaved.
Then I took off my glasses and put them on Dom's desk, and I opened my eyes to see Dom staring at me. "Wish this was you, huh?" I asked.
I don't know what is wrong with me.
"Hell yeah," he mumbled, and I watched as he jerked himself faster.
I added my third finger, and I felt myself tense up as my head went back slightly.
My breaths became deeper as I tried to feel pleasure through the pain.
I gulped, and my mouth fell open as my chest heaved.
"Fuck," I mumbled.
I don't remember EVER feeling this good.
The pain soon turned into pleasure as I felt this pit start to rise.
Fuck.
Holy fuck.
I heard the floor in front of me creak, and I leaned my head forward as Dom and I made eye contact.
He was slightly red and looked sexy beyond words in this lighting.
"You ready, Daddy?"
"So fucking ready," he said.
I took my fingers out, and I shivered.
"Put lotion…"
"I know, I am doing that right now," he grumbled.
He put the lotion on his dick and quickly jerked it.
"I am begging you to go slow," I said, pointing at him.
He nodded as he put one hand on my waist.
I grabbed my glasses and put them back on my face.
I looked down, and I watched as he slowly put his head in my…Oh fuck.
Oh fuck.
"I am going slow. Calm down and take deep breaths," he said as I felt his head go all the way in.
Fuck.
"Wait, wait." Oh fuck, oh fuck.
Holy fuck.
"I'm barely in; calm down and stop tightening around me," he said, pushing down on my stomach.
I feel like I am on fucking fire right now.
"Ryder, what did I just say?"
"I… I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I was breathing so heavily, and the pain was slowly turning into pleasure, but I was starting to sweat actual bullets.
I tensed as he slowly put himself in me.
He rolled his eyes at me. "Stop it; you are only making this harder on yourself," he said in this angry tone of voice.
Fuck, I am melting.
In the most toxic way possible. I feel myself getting more and more turned on.
I put my hand over my mouth as he continued.
He pushed harder down my stomach as I felt these noises come out of me.
"Fuck. fuck," I said.
Dom was getting angrier.
I rubbed my mouth.
Oh my god.
"I'm sorry, I'm…" My voice faltered as I felt him thrust into me.
Mother fucker.
"Dom, Dom, slow down, please," I said, begging.
Everything felt all tingling as his thrust continued.
I felt tears prick my eyes and felt them fall with each thrust.
Dom held my face with one hand.
"Don't cry, baby; it doesn't hurt that bad," he said, wiping my tears. He is an evil man.
"I…I. I." Fuck, I can't even speak.
I continued to cry because I was feeling way too many emotions at once. I was overwhelmed.
He continued at the same pace, and I felt myself get closer and closer.
"Dom…I. I," I said.
He leaned closer to me. "What baby? Tell me what you want." Whore.
"I. I am. I."
I felt my back arch sharply as I felt myself cum all over Dom.
He smiled down at me as I felt myself start to shake.
He continued to fuck me. That's why he smiled.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Holy fuck.
He is sending me into overdrive right now.
"Just hold out for a little bit longer, baby; I'm sorry I haven't come yet. It's been a while," he mumbled, continuing, but this time his thrust got more choppy.
"It's nothing against you, baby; you are doing great," he moaned.
My legs were shaking, and I felt my eyes start to go back.
Fuck.
I watched as the lights around us turned back on.
"Great, the powers back on," Dom said, not stopping his thrust, not stopping his staring.
"Dom, Dom. Someone is going to come in…"
"Let them; it would be hot," Dom said with this freaky ass smile. AH NAH.
His thrust didn't slow down, as I felt like I was actually going crazy.
I started to bite my fingernails as my tears continued to fall.
"Fuck, you look so pretty when you cry. So pretty all fucked out," he said as he stroked my cheek.
He kissed my lips and then lifted my glasses up. Then he kissed my eyes and put my glasses back on.
He kissed my stomach and then kissed me again.
"All mine. All fucking mine," he said.
Oh god. I felt myself start to get close again as my chest heaved like fucking crazy.
Holy shit.
I just want to be his.
Just this once
I want to be his.
I heard his door open, and I felt myself immediately tense up.
"Dominic, I fucking called your ass EIGHT FUCKING TIMES!"