Desired and Dominated (5 page)

Sofia Mantovani is an angel, sent from heaven to torment what’s left of my soul. She is perfection personified; a single, exquisite rose among a bed of thorns; a beacon of light in the darkness; the only woman I have ever loved, and the only woman I can never have. She is also my best friend’s younger sister, and the reason I feel like a meteor has rocketed straight into my chest, obliterating my heart into a million fragments, scattering them across the solar system.

I’ve been standing watching her float across the dance floor with her father, her brother, and even Brandon at the reception tonight. She is awe-inspiring to watch. She lives and breathes the music, letting it flow through her, bending to its will. I don’t think I could ever tire of watching her. She looks so carefree and happy, and unbelievably beautiful; she’s enchanting.

I’ve fought every urge I have, staying fixed to this spot, but I know now that I’m fighting a losing battle. Every time she glances in my direction, she calls to me like a siren, tempting me, and I don’t want to fight it anymore – just one dance. To hold her in my arms and feel the warmth of her body against mine, if only for a few minutes; to feel her sweet breath on my neck as we sway to the music; it’s all I can ever have from her, but I’m selfish, and I want it, no matter how badly my body will ache when I have to let her go.

As Sofia takes her seat, our eyes connect and I feel like my insides are on fire; adrenaline pumping hard through my veins. The DJ starts playing ‘Just The Way You Are’ by Bruno Mars and before I can stop myself, I’m standing in front her; transfixed as she takes a sip of her wine, her eyes on mine as she darts the tip of her tongue out into the glass, and it is so damn sexy I feel my dick hardening. Without a word I hold my hand out to her. As soon as her skin comes into contact with mine, the spark I felt from across the room becomes a blazing inferno of desire.

I lead her onto the dance floor, lights twinkling all around us, the rest of the guests a distant blip on my radar. All I see is her. As we begin to move, she snakes her arms around my neck and I feel goose bumps appear on her olive skin. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her body flush against mine. It’s as if she was made for me, our bodies fitting together perfectly. Every move she makes is like the sweetest form or torture I could ever endure.

I look into her eyes as we move in time to the music, hoping she can sense just how much this song conveys my feelings for her. I can see the lust in her eyes as she presses against the evidence of my arousal; her tight body gently grinding on me. It feels phenomenal; but as I realize that this moment is about to end, along with the song, I can’t fight it anymore. I give in to every urge I have repressed for the past eight years.

We stop moving; our eyes fixed on one another. I gently slide my arms up from her tiny waist, grazing the side of her breasts as I move my hands up to cup her angelic face in my palms, her arms sliding down my back. I savor the moment, rubbing my thumbs over her cheeks and onto her perfect pink lips. Her tongue darts out to lick the tip of my thumb, the same way she did with her glass, and it’s my undoing; all control is gone as I pull her lips to mine, colliding in a cataclysmic event that will alter my heart and soul forevermore.

Our tongues devour and explore, both rough and tender at the same time. It is everything I have ever imagined and more. The taste of her is like a hit of the finest heroine, a sip of the finest champagne. We lose ourselves in the moment, enjoying every intense and explosive second of it. My dominant nature replaced by something even more pressing, more primitive. I need her touch, her taste, more than my next breath. Nipping at her lips; tracing the lines of her mouth with my tongue; savoring every electrically charged flick, suck and caress.

When the music fades and the atmosphere in the room changes, I know I have to let her go, but I take one last kiss, one last chance to feel her warmth, to smell her intoxicating scent before I walk away. Breathless, I lean my forehead against hers and try to compose myself.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I quickly make my way off of the dance floor and away from her, putting as much distance as I can between us, a hole forming in my chest with every step. I stride out of the marquee, but there’s nowhere to go. L’Arena is dark and deserted as I stand in the moonlight, looking at the stars, breathing the cool night air into my lungs, contemplating all the ways I want to dominate the sweetest girl I’ve ever met; the feel of her skin seared into my brain until the end of time. I think of how amazing her elegant limbs would look spread wide on my St. Andrew’s cross, her pussy wet in anticipation of all the delights I could inflict on her. I need to get the hell out of here before I go back inside, drag her to my hotel suite and act out every last one of my fantasies with her.

I take a moment to admire the night sky, but it pales in comparison to the sight that greets me when I look back towards the marquee. She’s standing in the entrance staring at me, the twinkling lights dancing across her flawless features, and everything else around me becomes inconsequential.

“You need to go back inside, Sofia. I’ve apologized for my mistake. I just need a few moments alone.”

She ignores my request, gliding towards me, an ethereal enchantress.

“We need to talk. We’ve needed to talk for a long time now.”

“NO, we don’t. What happened back there…it can’t happen again. It was wrong of me to take advantage of the moment. Again, for that I apologize.”

“You didn’t take advantage of anything.” She takes a step closer, forcing me to step back. “Why? Why can’t it happen again? I WANT it to happen.”

The plea in her voice is killing me. My inherent nature is to give her whatever she wants, whatever she needs. I want to give her this. So badly. But I can’t.

“Because you don’t
really
know me. This…us…we could never work. We want very different things. I would
never
ask you to change for me. You are…perfection. I would only mar that with my desires. There is a side to me that you do
not
want to be a part of.”

She closes the distance between us, placing her hand over my hammering chest, her eyes locked on mine. “I know exactly who and
what
you are. I
want
what you are, I
crave
what you are. It’s
my
deepest desire.”

I grip her hand, desperate to claim her as my own.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, and I won’t tell you. I couldn’t stand for you to look at me differently if you knew the real me. It would break the only morsel of hope left in my jaded heart.”

She removes her hand from my grasp, a permanent mark etched on my chest where her warm tender hand had been. “I think the problem here isn’t
me
knowing you, but
you
not knowing me.”

I cut her off. “I
know
you. I see you in all your beauty. I see all of the intricacies that form to make you who you are, and it’s resplendent.”

Her face looks pained as she replies. “There are things you don’t know about me. Things that no one knows about me. But you…I
know
you can see it. You just don’t want to admit it to yourself. If you did, there would be no reason for us to be apart. I’m not afraid of what you try to hide from everyone else. I’m not afraid of you.”

I close the gap between us, my lips brushing against hers as I whisper my response.

“You should be.”

Her lips crash down on mine, unleashing all of the pent up desire we’ve been holding back. I lift her off the ground, running my hands down her toned, slender legs, wrapping them around my waist. Her fingers twisting in my hair, pulling me closer, begging me for more. I can’t get enough. I want to taste every inch of her body.

“Oh God, Nate. I’ve wanted this for so long. Please. I want you.”

Hearing those words tripping off of her sweet pouty lips just fuels my desire even more. She starts ripping at my suit jacket, discarding it on the ground as I hitch up her dress to pull her tighter against my body. Her ass feels amazing, covered in the smallest scrap of lace, tantalizing my senses. My hands roam her body, memorizing every line, and every gentle curve.

It’s not until she starts grappling with my belt buckle that my brain kicks in, and I’m horrified by my behavior. I seem to lack any level of control around her now that I’ve had a taste. It’s not in my nature to lose control. I don’t like it. I need to stop this…now.

“I can’t. I’m sorry. This isn’t right.”

I allow myself one last longing kiss before I gently lower her to her feet. Picking up my jacket, I smooth out my shirt, turn, and walk, forcing every step that takes me further away from her, but her low husky voice stops me in my tracks.

“Please…”

She closes the distance between us, taking my hand in hers, leading me back into the marquee, through the crowd, and out into the seclusion of the bridal dressing room. I didn’t even know this was here. I quickly scan the room, taking in every possible surface that I could use to take what I want in this moment. To have Sofia sprawled naked for my perusal, for my pleasure. The tension in the room is electrifying and I find myself unable to turn and look at her, knowing that if I do, I will have no control over my actions.

“Look at me, Nate.” I run my hand over my face, trying to sober my riotous emotions. “Please. Look at me.”

I reluctantly turn my gaze to the woman I so desperately crave with every fiber of my being, but what I find when I do…absolutely floors me. I am dumbstruck and completely aroused. Her dress is pooled at her feet, along with her bra, her stunning olive skin covered only by a scrap of black lace. Her body is everything I ever fantasized about and more. Small pert breasts, the cutest nipples I have ever seen; tanned, lithe limbs, and a sexy as hell piercing through her belly button.

My breathing is labored as I take in every last inch of her; my cock aching, straining against my pants.

“Sofia…” My hands are fisted at my sides as I fight desperately to remain standing where I am. Struggling against the pull I feel; the all-consuming need to have her. “You need to put your clothes back on before I do something that you’ll regret.”

She makes a move towards me, stepping out of her dress, her slender legs stunning in high heels. I have never seen any woman look as sexy as she does right now.

“Really look at me, Nate. Tell me what you see. I need you to
see
me for who I really am.”

I grab her shoulders, relishing the feel of her; her scent invading my senses. My hands buzzing at this small touch, her naked body crying out for me to lavish it with my caress.

“I
do
see you. You are…exquisite. I want you so badly it’s a physical ache coursing through every inch of my body.”

“Then take me. I
want
you to take me.” As she speaks she lifts her elegant fingers and begins to caress her breasts, kneading them, flicking her thumbs over tight blush pink nipples. My dick feels like granite; almost painful.

“I only have so much control, Sofia, and you’re testing it to its limits.”

She lets out a sexy as hell moan, a sly grin on her face, before licking her lips as she moves her hand down her stomach and under the tiny scrap of lace that is hiding her from me. I am entranced by her every move. My desire for her is at a fever pitch as she removes her hand, and slowly lifts her fingers to my mouth, holding them just shy of my lips.

I can hear my heartbeat hammering in my ears. My dick throbbing with the need to claim her.

“Goddamn it!!”

I grab her wrist, holding her tighter than I should, before taking her fingers, wet with her own arousal, into my mouth. I can’t hold in the groan of satisfaction that escapes me as I suck her dry. “You taste so good. Do you have
any
idea how badly I want to fuck you right now?”

Her breath is shallow but fast, her chest rising and falling, her breasts offered up to me, calling for my attention; her voice a breathless rasp. “If it’s half as much as I want you, then I don’t see how you could possibly fight it.”

“It’s for your own good. Trust me.” Everything inside me is at war, and she knows it. She grabs my hand guiding it down her body, sliding it underneath the lace of her panties and letting it rest on the warmth of her pussy, wet and ready for me.

“I do trust you. I trust you to do…
anything
to me. I’m not beneath begging to get what I want. I want you. I always have, and I’m tired of having to hide it and pretend I don’t know that you want me too.” She moves my hand with her own, tracing circles around her swollen clit. “I won’t offer myself to you in this way again. This is your chance to have me, exactly the way you want me. I am completely at your command.”

Master Dom or not, I am under her spell and helpless to deny her. The feel of her swollen flesh against my fingers is too much. I rip her hand off of mine and pin both of hers behind her back. She winces as I remove my hand from her panties, just long enough to tear them off and leave her completely exposed to me. She is stunning, absolutely breath-taking.

“I’m going to make you come with my fingers since you were so intent on forcing them down your panties. I’ll give you what you want, and then I’m taking what I want.” I thrust my fingers inside her tight little pussy, pressing the palm of my hand against her clit, letting her writhe in pleasure. She doesn’t disappoint, riding my hand and fingers with wild abandon, moaning her desire, driving me to the edge. I quicken the pace, thrusting a third finger inside, curling them forward at just the right angle to make her fall apart.