The Art of Domination (53 page)

His eyes scan me up and down and he looks bewildered.

“You think you’re leaving me?”

“I don’t think it, Dylan. I know it to be fact.”

“After everyt
hing we’ve been through, you’re leaving
now?
”

“After everything we’ve been through, you’re still keeping secrets, so yes.”

“But you promised in your wedding vows that you would never leave me...” he says sadly.

“And you promised you would never lie to me again. Can’t you see how fucked up this is? Can’t you understand how badly it hurts knowing that Erika and that psychotic bitch know more about you than me?”

“I know it’s fucked up,” he admits.

“So where does that leave us? You had every opportunity to tell me about this and you chose not to. You chose to keep it from me, even after I told you about my deepest darkest fears. Even after I confided in you last night; still, you kept it from me. This is so wrong, Dylan. We are so wrong for each other if you can’t trust me,” I sob.

“Christ, Isa, don’t say that. We’re meant for each other.”

His voice cracks and his eyes tear up.
No
. I won’t allow him to play on my emotions right now.

“No, we’re not. I won’t be with some
one who has lied to me our entire relationship. I’m leaving, Dylan.”

W
hen I move towards the door, his look changes from gloomy to fierce. He abruptly moves in front of it and grabs me, pushing me by my shoulders up against the adjacent wall. I wince from the pain, but he doesn’t relent.

“There’s no way I’m letting that happen.”

“Dylan, stop…” I try to push away from him, but his strong body is unmovable.

“You promised that you wouldn’t leave me and I plan on holding you to that promise.
When you said ‘I do’ that meant
forever
, and I expect nothing less from you, Isabel,” he says as he runs his hand down my body. He slips his hand inside my pants and then panties. His fingers find their way quickly and he slides them inside of me. I try to resist his seductive touches, but it feels so good in contrast with the pain in my side.  He moves them in and out of me slowly and I can hear my own breathing getting louder and feel myself getting wetter. Dylan’s eyes fixate on my mouth as I pant, and only occasionally flick up to my eyes.

“Dylan, please…” I say whispered and breathy.

“Please what, Isa? Please stop? Or please keep finger fucking you like this? Which is it?” he says as he circles his fingers around inside me.

“Stop...” I say but I hear the
uncertainty in my own voice.

“
Are you sure about that? You’re getting wetter with every word I speak to you. You’re close, I can feel it. Can you feel it, Isa? Can you feel how badly you want to cum?” he asks as he runs his mouth along my cheek softly.

He pushes my feet apart with his foot and buries his fingers in me.
Why does he torture me like this?
Is this his way of dealing with the reality of my leaving? I hear the wet sounds coming from my body as he pushes his fingers deeper into me. I can’t deny that I’m turned on, but he continues to keep secrets from me and I don’t care how he makes my body feel. My heart hurts because he won’t share his past with me.

“You’re my wife
, Isa.  Did you really think after everything we’ve been through I would really let you go so easily? I told you there aren’t any measures I wouldn’t take to keep you or any distance I would go to find you if you left me. Did you think I was lying when I told you that?” he asks with a heated, possessive look in his eyes.

I know he wasn’t lying to me then, just like he’s not lying
to me right now.

“
Do you think there’s any other man who can make you feel the way I do? Any other man who can do to your body the things that I do? Who can love you the way that I do?”

He’s right -
I know there’s not. “No and I wouldn’t even try to find someone who could.” I confess to him.

“That’s good to hear becaus
e I wouldn’t want to murder an innocent man for trying to take my place,” he says and I know there’s not an ounce of indecision in his statement.

“Why would it matter if you murdered an innocent man? You murdered your parents, didn’t you?”
I say.

His breath hitches and he
looks appalled and injured by my words.
Why did I say that?
I feel shaken by the look on his face. It was a cruel thing to say and I know it, but I want him to hurt like I’m hurting. I regret my statement and want to take it back immediately, but it’s too late.

“What happened to them wasn’t intentional,” he says defensively.

“I wouldn’t know if it was or not because you won’t tell me. But Erika sure as hell knows. And so does Cassie.”

He furrows his eyebrows at me but continues to assault my pussy with his fingers.
His thumb finds my clit and I squirm against the wall uncomfortably. “Dylan, let me go.”

“
Never
. I’ll
never
let you go. I want you to want to stay, Isabel, but if you think for one minute I won’t tie you down and keep you here against your will, you’ve sorely misjudged me.” His voice is deep, hushed and almost unrecognizable.

I pull his hand out of my pant
ies and squeeze my way out from beneath him and whimper from the intense pain in my side as I back my way towards the door.  “You wouldn’t really do that,” I tell him, but not really believing my own words. I know Dylan and I know that indomitable look in his eyes.

“Are you will
ing to call my bluff on that?” he asks as his feet move apart and he shifts into domination mode. His eyes narrow and he slicks his glistening fingers across his mouth and then licks his fingertips.

God, no,
I’m not willing to call his bluff on that. I back towards the door slowly and reach for the button. He pulls me to him again by my hair and slams me up against the same wall I just escaped from and I let out a loud gasp.

“You’re mine, God damn it.
Mine,”
he says as he twists his hand into my hair and pins me against the wall with his hips.

With his free hand, he grabs one of mine and guides it to his temple.

“All I think about is you.”

He moves my hand to his chest
and I feel his heart beating rapidly against my palm and his eyes gloss over.

“I love
and live for only you.”

Then he guides my hand down to his crotch. He’s completely erect and his
dick is pressing firmly inside his slacks.

“I want
only you,” he says as he presses his forehead against mine.

God I love this man.
Can I really leave him?
I don’t know
. But can I really continue to be married to someone who is so secretive?
I tell myself
no
, I can’t live with someone like that, but can I live without him? I don’t want to live without him. I wouldn’t really be living if I was without him.
Damn him.

I squeeze his balls
as hard as I can and he moans out in pain and hisses through his teeth.

“Fuck…” he says pained.

“You made me a liar,” I whisper to him as I keep constant pressure on his tender sack. 

Now it’s his turn to squirm. He tries to back away from my hand, but I keep a firm grip on him and pull him back to me. 

“You made me a liar, Dylan,” I repeat louder.

“Yes,
I did,” he replies staring into my eyes and breathless.

I love him
. I don’t want to leave, but I want a reason to stay. I want him to
give
me a reason to stay.

“
When I’m feeling better, I’m going to allow you to fuck me hard and do really wicked and painful things to me,” I tell him.

“
Allow me?
That’s not really you’re decision, is it?” he says pushing my head back against the wall and holding my hair.

I don’t answer him and there’s a long
pause as we stare at each other fixedly. As he stands staring at me, waiting for my response, his scent fills my nostrils. He's putting off some serious alpha pheromones and I’m having a difficult time concentrating.

“So you’re staying?” h
e finally asks.

“It depends on how good you make the pain feel. I want you to make me want to stay, Dylan.”

His eyes light up and he licks and bites his bottom lip and then bites it. “That sounds like a challenge.”

“I know how much y
ou enjoy being challenged, Sir.”

“I love you, Isa,” h
e says and his eyes soften and his voice warms.

Enough words
, I want action.
“Prove it,” I tell him. 

He smiles
crookedly at me and releases my hair.

“First, y
ou’re going to tell me everything, Dylan.
Everything
. And I’d better not sense any hesitation about telling me the truth. I’ve been a good girl for you. I was submissive when it took everything I had not to let my Domme out and patient with you when I wanted nothing more than to slap the hell out of you. But I swear to everything holy, if you hold back anything from me tonight, I’ll show you everything I’ve learned about being a Dominant sadist from you. I’ll set my pain aside and I’ll strap you to the cross so tight you won’t be able to twitch a muscle, I’ll whip your ass into oblivion, fuck you until you can’t walk or think straight, and then leave your ass.”

Dylan’s eyes widen and dilate, and I
feel his cock twitch.

“What do you think you’re doing to me?” he asks as he leans down into my mouth.

“Loving you the only way I know how.”

I carry Isa’s bag back to the bedroom, holding on to her arm, giving her support. I’m still trembling from almost losing her and
at the thought at confessing to her. She undresses and I put her to bed. I shower quickly and then get a basin with hot soapy water and some washcloths to clean her and change her dressings. When I come back to bed, she sound asleep and I’m grateful that I can put off telling her about my parents for just a little longer.

I manage to change her dressings on her wound without waking her and
she only stirs and moans out briefly.

I almost fucking lost her.
First with Alex, then with Cassie and just now because of my secrets. I can’t take this kind of stress anymore. The look in her eyes was unyielding.
Christ, she was really going to leave me.

What would I
have done if she had? I don’t want to think about it because I know what I would’ve done; I would’ve kept her captive here until she changed her mind or I had to change it for her. I can’t think about that.

I carefully climb in next to her and
her eyes flutter open.  I smile at her but she doesn’t smile back. She’s still angry with me. I feel desperate and needy. I touch her lips and her forehead creases at me.  She’s waiting for me to tell her without having to ask me.

“I love you, Isa.”

“I know,” she answers.

Fucking hell.
I want to hear her say it back.  I need to hear those life saving words from her mouth.

“I love you,” I repeat, trying to coax an admission of love out of her.

“I heard you,” she says.

Christ.
I feel miserable that she won’t say it back.
Fuck it
. I swallow my pride and ask, “Do you still love me?”

Her expression remains unmoving.

“Of course, I do.”

“Then say it.”

She blinks slowly and her mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

“Isa, please
, I need to hear you say it before I tell you. I need you to tell me that no matter what I say right now, nothing will change that.” I’m desperate to hear the words.

“How many times do I have to tell you, nothing you say to me is going to change the way I feel about you?”

“As many times as I need to hear it,” I say despondently.

Her eyes soften and she turns on her side to face me. I close my eyes and her fingers touch my mouth and then cheek.

“I love you, Dylan. I’ll always love you. I’ll never stop loving you,” she assures me.

“But you s
aid you were going to leave me. How can you love me and still threaten to leave me?” I ask.

“Love isn’t the issue. Even if I leave, I’ll always love you.”

Even if?
I sit up on my elbow and glare down at her, feeling panicked again.

“Dylan, I’m not leaving. Not tonight anyway. I’m tired and I can’t think
anymore. I’m still mad as hell at you, but I just want to sleep,” she says turning away from me.