The Art of Domination (10 page)

“Raul can pick you up. If you’re not here in half an hour then don’t expect me to meet you any other time because I’m done with this bullshit,” I snap at her.

“Don’t you want
my address?”

“I already know your address.”
 
She’s such a dumb ass. She knows what I do for a living
.

“How sweet of you to have kept tabs on me. I knew you still had it bad for me.”

“Not likely. It’s more like keeping my enemies close at hand.” I hang up after my statement about her being my enemy and call Raul to pick her up. I feel so shitty doing this on my wedding night, but I just want this over with.

I double check on Isa to
make sure she’s okay. She’s out cold so I quickly get dressed and head down to the bar and bide my time until Erika arrives. I order a shot of bourbon to try and calm my nerves.  Angel by McLachlan is playing in the background.
How fucking ironic
.  The last thing I need to be thinking about right now is Isa.

After my third shot of bourbon, I feel a tap on my shoulder and I know immediately who it is by the smell wafting past my nose.  I feel like g
agging from Erika’s nauseating floral scent. I always did hate that God damned perfume she wears. I turn around and Erika is smiling ever so slightly at me and looking me up and down. Her hair is cropped short - much shorter than I would have ever allowed when we were together, and she looks unfit and as though she’s gained a few pounds.

“Damn, D. You look good.
Really good.
Isabel must be keeping you fit and healthy.”

“I’
ve told you not to say her name,” I tell her but she completely ignores me.

She leans in and puts her hand on my shoulder and
I shudder at her touch. “Why are you touching me? Did I give you permission to do that?” I ask her as my Dom takes over.

She immediately backs off and looks contrite.
Fuck.
I spin the barstool back towards the bar so I’m not looking at her. “Are you going to tell me what you want this time?”

She stands next to me at the bar and remains silent. When I turn my head to look at her, she’s waiting for me to tell her what to do. “Sit down,” I tell her and suddenly we’
ve falling back in to our old routine.

She sits and orders h
er usual strawberry daiquiri. I just want to get the hell out of here and back to Isa.  I look over at Erika again and raise my eyebrows signaling for her to answer me.

“
I’m in the market for a new Dom,” she casually states.

“And why the fuck should I care?”

“Because if you want me to keep my mouth shut about us and what I know about your parents, you’ll agree to be my Dom,” she answers in all seriousness.

I laugh loudly
at her stupidity. “You’re un-fucking-believable. I
was
your Dom and you fucked me over in the worst possible way and now you want me back? Is that what you’re telling me? After all this time, now that I’ve met someone else, you want me back?”

She stares
stupidly at me and doesn’t answer.

“If this is why you seriously called me to meet you, you’re more pathetic than I ever imagined.  If you want a new Dom, I suggest you put an ad in the God damned paper or online, but leave me out of the equation because me being your Dom is never going to fucking happen.”

“That’s just fine, Dylan. I guess I’ll start setting up interviews now. I’m sure
Fast
magazine and the Denver Times would love to hear about how their golden boy likes to beat the fuck out of his contractual sex partners, fist fuck them and have them ass raped by half a dozen strangers. Oh yeah, and how he arranged to have his parents killed.”

“That’s not how it happened and you damned well know it,” I wh
isper yell at her as I stand to face her. I’m enraged and on the verge of a complete meltdown. “You just love to misconstrue everything don’t you? To twist shit around and reword everything, don’t you? That’s all a fucking lie and you know it. You agreed to everything that I did to you. And the way I remember it, you enjoyed being fucked like that and begged for more so don’t throw that word around. You were never raped. And I never laid a hand on you out of anger. If you try to say otherwise, I’ll sue your ass for slander. As for what happened to my parents, that’s complete bullshit. None of that was planned and it’s not something I ever wanted.”

“Who do think
people will believe, D, you or me? Shall we find out? What will your precious little Isabel think of you once she knows about the things you did to me and your parents?” 

Erika
stands and acts as if she’s going to walk out, but I grab her by her upper arm.

“Sit the fuck back down,
” I half scream at her and several people in the bar turn to stare at us. Just then my phone rings. It’s Isa’s ringtone.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“You’d better get
that,” Erika huffs.

I pick up the phone and turn away from Erika.

“Where are you?” Isa asks in her sleepy voice. 

I don’t want to lie to her tonight. “I just came down to the bar to grab a drink.”
It’s sort of the truth
. “I’ll be right up, sweetheart,” I tell her and hang up.

I turn back to Erika and she’s smiling at me.

“Aww, how sweet. You call her the same pet name you used to call me. Do you imagine it’s me when you fuck her, too?” 

“Se
riously, Erika, shut your mouth. I’ve had enough of your shit tonight.”

“I don’t want to fight with you, D.  I’m feeling generous right now, so since you won’t a
gree to be my Dom, I expect you to find a suitable one for me or I’ll do what I already told you I would. You know what I like so it should be no problem finding someone to fulfill my needs. I’ll be in contact with you soon.”

With that, she promptly stands up and walks out, but not before turning around and blowing me a kiss.
Fucking disgusting cunt.
I’m left standing at the bar with my heart racing and my adrenaline surging.

***

A drink?
Dylan doesn’t drink anything except an occasional beer. I’m so tired and sore, and I can barely move. I take note that the wax that was stuck to my body has all been removed and I smell of fresh soap. Dylan must’ve cleaned me when I was sleeping. How polite of him considering he used and abused me for God knows how long. And my ass… That was some seriously intense shit that went down.

I try to stand on my feet and I
feel wobbly so I sit back down and wince from the pain in my bottom. He really gave it to me good and I’m sure I’ll be feeling the effects for at least a few days. I reach over to the nightstand where there’s a bottle of water waiting for me. Dylan must’ve put that there for me. I chug it down and it refreshes and quenches me. I’m starving. Getting sexed like that really takes a toll on me.

I hear the door open and Dylan comes sauntering in looking sexy as hell but irritated.  He kneels in front of me and kisses me and pushes my hair out of my eyes.

“You smell like a liquor cabinet,” I tell him. I’d know the smell of bourbon anywhere and it reminds me of my father.
Yuck.

He doesn’t say anything,
but he goes to the bathroom and I hear him brush his teeth and rinse his mouth. After a few minutes, he comes back out and he’s gloriously naked.

“Are
you ready for round two?” he asks, standing in front of me in full Dominant mode and sporting a massive erection.

Holy sore pussy.
Is he serious? “I’m hungry,” I tell him as I look up at him.

“I’ve got something for yo
u to eat right here,” he says and he slaps his hard dick on my face. “Suck it,” he demands.

Good lord Almighty. This man is insatiable sometimes.
Could he be any more demanding and cold right now? I doubt it.
Whatever
. I’ll suck it alright. I grab him firm, slick him good and suck him with the tenacity of a Hoover vacuum. Irritated with him, I run my teeth over the head of his dick. He immediately winces and hisses through his teeth from the pain I’ve inflicted on his longfellow and grabs my hair to pull me away from him.

“You want to
play rough, huh?” he says as he pushes me hard back onto the bed.

I try to crawl backwards away from him because the loo
k in his eyes right now is frightening me, but he grabs my ankles and pulls me back to him. He grabs my face and leans down on top of me. 

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” 

His look of domination is so absolutely scrumptious right now I can’t help but soak myself.  He’s staring straight into my eyes and I feel utterly controlled by him.

“I
love you,” I whisper to him while he still holds my face.

“You’d better fucking love me, I’
m your husband,” he says with a harshness that makes me even wetter.  “Say you want to be fucked,” he demands.

“I want to be fucked.”

“Say it again and make it sound convincing this time,” he orders as he squeezes my jaw tighter and shakes my face.

What’s gotten into him?
Don’t argue, Isa, just give him what he wants.
“I want to be fucked,” I whisper and lick my lips.  His eyes flick down towards my mouth and I feel his cock twitch on my belly.

“What am I?” he asks.

I’m not sure what he means by that. “My Sir.”

“What else?”

“My Master?”

“And?”

“My husband?”

He smiles devilishly at me and asks one more thing, “And what else?”

Shit, I don’t know
. I sit quietly not knowing what else he wants to hear.  He releases my jaw and his hand slides down my belly slowly to my pussy. He slips two fingers inside of me and then answers his own question. “Your owner,” he says as he fingers me. “And this pussy belongs to me.
Only me
. Say it.”

“Yes,
only you.
” Oh, dear sweet baby Jesus. His fingers feel so good right now. He knows just what I want to hear and how to make me feel wanted. This new side of Dylan is without a doubt, man-tastic.
I think
. Yes, yes.
Don’t think, Isa. Just enjoy it.

He moves his fingers in and out of me slowly at first and then picks up his pace. His eyes never leave mine and j
ust before I start to cum, Dylan pulls his fingers out of me and licks them.  He jumps off of me and spins me around in the bed so that my head is hanging off the edge. I feel like a rag doll as he quickly maneuvers my body but I don’t dare resist. He plunges his dick into my mouth and before I can react, I’m giving him head. He’s using the bed as support as he goes deeper and deeper into the back of my throat; deeper than he’s ever gone before and I start to gag. I try to push him off of me so I can catch my breath and he slaps my hands away and pins them down next to me while keeps thrusting into my mouth and throat.

Holy
throat swab.
What the hell?
I start to squirm and wriggle away from him but he’s not allowing me to move. He’s pinning me down firmly as he continues his penile assault on my mouth. I feel as if I’m going to vomit because he keeps hitting my gag spot and I try and concentrate on breathing and not retching. He pulls completely out of my mouth just long enough to let me catch my breath and then he forces himself back into my mouth again. After several minutes, he starts moaning deeply and finally he pulls out of me, releases my hands and cums all over my face and chest.

What the stink
just happened?
I feel completely violated and I’m pissed as hell. I sit up and start coughing and choking, and trying to catch my breath. All the while, Dylan lies next to me on the bed casually watching me as if nothing is wrong. I wipe my face and eyes, and then turn around and start slapping the hell out of him.

“What the fuck
, Dylan?” I scream at him and he grabs my hands and flips me on to my stomach and pins my hands behind my back.

“
Settle down!” he yells at me as I thrash underneath of him. “I said I didn’t want any sass from you tonight and I fucking meant it. What happened to vanilla with a twist be damned, huh? Were you lying when you said that?” he yells at me as he continues to hold me face down on the bed.

I stop thrashing and lay still, thinking about what he
just said. He’s right. I did say it and yes, I did mean it.

“Fucking answe
r me,” he says loudly as he smacks one of my ass cheeks hard.

I jump from the pain and then answer him. “No, I wasn’t lying. I meant it.”

He lets go of my hands and flips me back over so I’m facing him. He looks stern and mildly annoyed.

“You said you wanted to know some of my secrets so here it goes. I like
to fuck hard and I like inflicting pain while I do it. I also like to see you uncomfortable.” He starts out sounding very determined, but then he looks embarrassed and he looks away from me. When he looks back at me again, his eyes are softer. “But it doesn’t mean that I don’t love you.
I do
; more than life itself. So please, Isa, if you want me to be happy, then indulge me.”