Desired and Dominated (9 page)

Sofia: I have a surprise for you.

Me: You’re going to Berlin instead of New York? ;o)

Sofia: I wish. If I could I would, but I have to be in New York. I promised my mom I would be there for my dad’s birthday party.

Me: I know. I just can’t believe I’m going to miss seeing you.

Sofia: I’ll send you pictures.

Me: Naked pictures?

Sofia: Naughty boy.

Me: I’ve got to go, my cab is here to take me to the airport. Text me when you land. I need to know you’re safe.

Sofia: Will do.

Then I remember her saying that she had a surprise for me. I fire out a text as I throw my bag into the trunk of the cab.

Me: What’s my surprise?

Sofia: Wait and see. X

Me: Tease.

I can’t stop thinking about her - in the cab, through security, at the gate and as I take my seat on the plane. I should have been coming to pick her up at the airport tonight, bringing her home with me, and finally getting to taste the sweetness of her lips again; not getting on a plane and heading thousands of miles away from where she’ll be. Since I lost my virginity at 16 years old, I’ve never gone this long without sex, and I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want Sofia. Life can be a cruel son of a bitch sometimes!

As the plane takes off, I sit back and replay every moment of our encounter in Verona; recalling every line and curve of her body and the way she fell apart at my touch. I can almost smell her seductive scent as I lose myself in the memory.

The flight didn’t seem long today. In fact, it felt like I was being dragged away from Sofia at lightning speed. Every moment taking me further and further away from where she is.

As soon as we land, I pull out my phone to see if she’s messaged to say she landed safely in New York. By my calculations, we must have passed each other in the air around three hours into my flight. Sure enough, my phone beeps with a text, but it’s not to say she landed. All it says is ‘Text me when you land.’ I type out a quick message and wait for her reply, busying myself with grabbing my bag from the overhead locker and making my way off of the plane to navigate Heathrow Airport for a few hours.

My phone chimes with a Snapchat picture. It’s of Sofia. It looks like she’s at the airport. I thought she was supposed to have landed hours ago. I quickly reply.

Me: Was your flight delayed? Why are you still at the airport?

Sofia: You didn’t look closely at the background did you?

Me: I was too busy looking at the gorgeous girl in the picture.

My phone chimes with another picture. I take a moment to really look at the backdrop. It can’t be…surely not. My phone beeps again.

Sofia: Look up

I scan the crowd in front of me, my pulse racing, and then I see her. She’s here. In London. My phone goes off again and I look down, reluctant to pull my gaze from her in case she disappears.

Sofia: Surprise

I shove my phone into my pocket and stride towards her, oblivious to anything or anyone around me. I can’t believe she’s here, a hundred yards in front of me. I close the distance between us, never taking my eyes off of her, watching her sexy grin as she begins to move, almost running towards me.

I drop my bags as our bodies collide and she throws herself into my arms. I spin her around with a blatant disregard for the crowd surrounding us, trying to make their way through the airport, to wherever they’re going.

“What the hell are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in New York by now?”

“I…” She begins to answer, but I’m too impatient. I swallow her words with my mouth, my lips crashing down on hers in a fierce kiss. Her arms snake around my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist as I hold her tight, our tongues exploring each other. She tastes amazing, and her smell…it’s divine.

We’re breathless and blissful, and achingly bereft as we break our kiss; our eyes locking as I slowly set her down on the ground.

“How are you standing here with me?”

She gives me a sly grin. “I changed my flight. Instead of a two hour wait, I now have a twelve hour wait, but it means I get to spend two hours with you before your next flight. I figured it was worth the trade-off.”

“You’re incredible. I can’t believe you did that for me.”

“You’re worth the wait.” I can see in her eyes that she doesn’t just mean today, and it slays me. I’ve wanted her for so long, I have to pinch myself to believe that this is real, that she’s real, and she wants to be with me.

I sling my arm around her shoulder, pick up both of our bags, and pull her into my side. “Let’s make the most of our two hours then. Would you like to go for coffee with me, Ms. Mantovani?”

A mischievous grin creeps across her face. “I’d love to, Mr. Callaghan. Lead the way. I’m yours to command.”

Fuck me! I’m hard from hearing her say those four little words, ‘I’m yours to command.’ If I didn’t know better, I would worry that she knew about me. She couldn’t have picked a sexier phrase to say to me if she tried. I caress my hand down her side and give her ass a sharp, short, smack. “Be careful what you say, little one, I might just take you up on that.”

We weave our way through the crowds, the tension between us a palpable force; every nerve ending in my body alight with desire for her.

I find a quiet corner for us to sit in, set down our bags and head up to order us some drinks. An uneasy feeling settles in my stomach as I walk away from her. She’s no more than 20ft away, but I feel the distance, and I don’t like it. I only have two hours with her. I haven’t seen her in months, and that last encounter was a brief tryst outside Brandon’s apartment building. I want to be touching her every moment that we have together, even if it’s only holding her hand. Being around her makes me feel…whole. I don’t know how to explain it. I’ve never felt that around another person before. She causes a physical reaction inside of me, like she’s altering my very DNA when I’m in her presence. It’s both disconcerting and completely electrifying.

As I wait in line, I can’t take my eyes off of her. The woman behind me attempts to strike up a conversation with some flirtatious innuendo, but she’s not even on my radar. I drag my gaze from Sofia just long enough to politely decline the woman next to me, and when I find her again, she’s smiling at me, shaking her head in mock disappointment.

When I finally return with coffee and croissants, her first words are, “I can’t take you anywhere without women throwing themselves at you.” She’s mocking me, but I detect a hint of possessiveness. “How do you ever get anything done? You can’t even buy a coffee without being accosted by hot women. It must be so difficult looking like you do. A true hardship.”

I let her ramble, making herself blush with embarrassment in the process, while I set down our coffee and plates and discard the tray on the empty table beside us. I take a moment to enjoy her small show of jealousy, taking a sip of my coffee before I put her mind at rest.

“Firstly, you’re right, it’s a curse being this hot. You understand why women want me so badly though, you’re one of them!” She leans across the table to slap me on the arm, which is totally adorable. “Secondly, it’s easy to fend them off these days, I just tell them I have a girlfriend. End of story.”

She almost chokes on her coffee, spraying it all over me. “Oh God, Nate, I’m so sorry. She immediately jumps out of her seat and starts trying to clean me up with napkins, but I’m too busy laughing to care.

“You are so cute when you’re worked up. I didn’t realize calling you my girlfriend would get such a…reaction from you. Is it really that big a shock?” Her hands stop dead on my chest, the napkin scrunched into a ball in her fist. I pull her down onto my lap, wrapping my arms around her. “Don’t you want me to call you that?”

“I…I like it. I just didn’t know what we were. We’ve not really defined it, and…” She hesitates.

“And what?”

“I didn’t think you were a girlfriend kind of guy.”

“I’m not. But I’ll make an exception for you. I’m breaking all my own rules with you already, one more won’t make a difference.”

She extricates herself from my arms, smoothing her hair and adjusting her top as she sits back down across from me. She grasps her coffee in both hands, staring into its depths as if it will give her some answers before she opens her mouth to speak.

“What do you mean, you’re breaking all your own rules with me?”

Her gaze is hesitant, her demeanor wary.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I guess I’m just doing things differently with you than I have with anyone in the past. It’s not important.”

“It is if you’re not happy. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t be yourself with me. I don’t want you to change because of me. I like you the way you are.”

I reach across and take both of her hands in mine, caressing my thumbs over her knuckles. “Sofia, I want to change for you. I want to be better. I want to treat you the way you deserve. The guy I’ve been up until now wasn’t good enough for you, and I intend to be a man that is worthy of you…someday. Trust me when I tell you that you would not want to be with the guy I was before.” A part of me craves the opportunity to make her a part of the lifestyle. She would be an exquisite submissive; but a better part of me, the part that is winning out right now, wants to protect her from it, and never let her see that darker, hidden side of myself.

“I would want to be with you no matter what. I long to be with the man you are, the man you were; every part of you. The parts of yourself that you think aren’t worthy of me, are the parts that draw me to you, the parts that I want you to share with me.” She holds my gaze, as if she’s trying to convey some unspoken understanding to me.

I need to change the subject before I confess everything to her and watch what we have fall apart before my eyes. “You better drink your coffee before it gets cold. So, when are you going to be in New York again after this weekend? I want to make sure that I’m not on another business trip when you fly in.”

“Two weeks.” Her gaze drops; her disappointment at my change of subject, evident. “I’ll be back in two weeks and I’ll be staying for close to three weeks before I have to fly back out to Europe.”

“I get you all to myself for almost three weeks? You’ve made my year with that little tidbit of information. The things I could do to you in that time.” I wink at her, and watch as she melts, her annoyance forgotten, excitement at the prospect of our time together taking over.

“Promises, promises.”

“I always keep my promises, Sofia.”

“Well then, I look forward to it.”

We fall into an easy conversation, flirting and chatting, and enjoying each other’s company while we can. Our legs tangle together under the table, maintaining some sort of physical contact until the announcement for my flight to board comes over the tannoy. I’m devastated that our two hours are gone already, a pain taking up residence in my chest as Sofia disentangles her legs and stands from the table.

“Guess it’s time to turn back into a pumpkin.”

I stand and pull her into my arms, resting my chin on her head. “You’ll always be a princess to me.” I kiss her hair, inhaling her scent, needing my fix before I have to leave her again. She holds onto me as if her life depends on it, and I can’t make my feet move. I can’t bring myself to let go and leave her behind.

She’s the one that finally breaks free, putting some distance between us. “You better go. You don’t want to miss your flight.”

I take her hand in mine as I lift our bags. “I want to miss my flight more than anything in the world right now. I can’t stand the thought of leaving you.”

She takes her bag from my hand, a resigned look on her face, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. “Come on. I’ll walk with you as far as I can. I actually need to go in the opposite direction for my flight.”

“How long do you have left to wait?”

“Six hours.”

“Fuck! I feel terrible that you’ve done all this for two hours with me.”

She stops me in my tracks, turns to face me, rising up on her tiptoes, and plants the softest kiss on my lips. Her sweet taste, mixed with the bitterness of her coffee, is a delightful combination. “I would have waited twice as long, just for a glimpse of you.”

I rest my forehead against hers, trying to calm the storm that rages inside me. “Don’t say things like that to me. I’m already fighting everything inside me that’s screaming at me to stay here with you; telling me that where you are, is where I’m supposed to be.” Her breath quickens and I’m lost in her. Nothing else matters in this moment…only her.