I can't move on

"I feel underdressed," I said.

"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 for god knows what.

I had stopped knitting a couple of minutes ago and was just looking around from my seat.

I looked down at my shorts.

They were short so I could get my cast over it easily, as well as 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 of the ones I used to wear to school.

An old band shirt that I didn't know the name of the band on it.

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 fucking guy.

I kind of feel bad for saying all of those things about him.

I sighed as I stood up.

"What are you doing?" Once again, he didn't look 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.

It felt staged.

This whole thing did.

Of course, I do not 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.

That sounds very out of touch.

He had picture frames scattered around on different shelves and random books that looked strange.

"Is this you in high school?" I asked. He looked up.

I limped over to his desk with the photo.

He was in a football uniform and I recognized his parents. "Do you have 3 siblings?"

"No, that is missing my younger sister. She wasn't born yet."

"Damn, are you the oldest?

"Yep, I am the oldest. So 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 looked at the photo.

"Your dad is really handsome," I said.

I looked back up at Dom, and we made eye contact.

I see where he gets it; even though he looks more like his mom, I can see his dad in him as well.

I looked back down and smiled.

"That's where I get it."

"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."

"Did she marry an Italian man?"

"Exactly. Its some weird thing I don't understand and me being the oldest and the only one who doesn't speak Korean makes her also angry," Dom said, laughing.

"I feel that but with Spanish. My mom hides it really well though," I said and I went to go put the picture back.

I pulled out my phone as I walked over and snagged a picture.

I put the photo back and went into my photos.

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?

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 his 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 all 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?"

"Oh my phone, sorry," I explained as I looked at him.

I mean, he wasn't bad-looking.

Not at all.

He was a good-looking man and he took care of himself really well.

He had this pale skin. 

His hair was fluffy and a nice black color.

It stuck out in every which way but still looked so fucking good.

His eyebrows were all messed up.

He had long eyelashes.

His eyes were small and dark brown.

His lips were red and plum.

His nose was wide and handsome.

His ears were the right size.

And his jawline was this weird, sharp but also his face was kind of chubby.

He was handsome. 

And every time he wore a suit.

It made him even more handsome.

And no matter what he had on, he looked good.

He was good-looking.

"Okay, now you are staring at me? Is everything okay?"

 I snapped out of whatever weird episode I just had and turned around.

"I was going to tell you something, but I forgot," I said, lying.

"Okay, tell me when you remember."

"Okay."

I went to the other side of the room, where there were more pictures.

A lot of the pictures were of him and Leo, which is cute.

They have been friends for a long time so it was understandable.

I wish I could have a friendship like that. 

"This one is cute," I said, picking up the photo.

It was of Dom and Leo. They were at a bar.

Actually, it wasn't a bar.

Well, it didn't look like it at least.

The place felt.

Nostalgic.

Oddly nostalgic.

I felt 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.

It was the guy who shot me and another guy.

Oh.

Oh.

I felt the picture frame shatter on the floor.

I looked up as the bookcase morphed around me.

I turned around.

I haven't thought about this place in a while.

Every time I went here, time would stand still.

I signed a contract when I turned 18.

Binding me.

To this terrible fucking life.

The guy in the picture.

He made me sign it.

To work for them, I had to sign it.

To make the money we needed, I had to sign that.

To do all of those things, 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 and get the glass.

"Back up, back up. I will do it," he said.

I slowly backed up 

I looked at Dom as he cleaned up the glass.

Why were he and Leo there?

Was he one of those guys?

I felt myself gulp as I continued to back up.

He couldn't be.

I don't remember him being there.

He's too.

Well I don't know.

I felt my heart start to race as he picked up the photo.

"Did Matteo freak you out?" He held the photo up so I could see it. "Is that why you dropped it?"

I shook my head.

I couldn't tell him.

Dom sighed.

"I am gonna go get a broom; why don't you go in the kitchen and make something? I don't want you breaking anything else."

I felt a hint of venom in his voice and I felt awkward.

I felt cold.

I rubbed my hands together and nodded.

He opened the door for me and pointed out the kitchen.

"I'm sorry." I felt small as I looked around.

"It's fine." He was still angry and I could feel it. 

I couldn't tell him.

I just couldn't.

The kitchen was in this awkward place, close enough to everything in the office but Dom's room.

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 fiance?" I stood up.

I was being watched.

I kept hearing whispers go by as I made stuff in the kitchen, but now I know they are about me.

It made me feel.

Gross. 

Worthless. 

"I doubt it."

"I swear Dom has standards; he wouldn't be with someone like that, let alone a man."

I have never been so fucking aware.

I felt like something was crawling up my back and I felt like I wanted to cry.

That nasty feeling.

I was insecure.

"I don't even think he would be cute if he was a girl; he kind of looks like a maid."

I gulped.

I just needed to drown them out and I would be okay.

I feel out of place.

I was going to be.

But now I am and it feels fucking awful.

I feel like I am in high school again, sitting alone as people walk by and whisper and point.

Fuck.

"Hey, that's racist."

"How? I am just saying he looks like Cara."

"Cara is Mexican; that is racist."

"It can't be if I am right. He's Mexican, isn't he? And he looks like his mom is Cara and maybe some black delivery man is his dad."

The two of them laughed as I continued to make the tacos.

My appetite was gone.

And I sighed.

I felt tears start to prick my eyes.

I am not a fucking crybaby.

I never have 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.

I turned off the heat of the tacos and put them on two plates for me and Dom.

"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.

I added some more toppings to our tacos and I made eye contact with the two of them.

They both looked at me.

And one of them looked at the other.

They were both tall.

Pale skin.

And blonde.

The opposite of me.

They were beautiful and as I stood there staring at them.

I felt even more aware.

Even more terrible.

Even more insecure.

I nodded to them and walked past them.

I felt them and other people staring daggers at me.

I felt like a hooker but with no sex.

I quickened my pace and then opened the door.

I quickly shut it and my breath slowed down.

I put the plates down on a table and I looked 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 palace in so long, let alone twice in one day.

I was in one of the 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.

I was 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, following 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.

He put his phone down. 

"They sent another attack, which is annoying as fuck," I heard a voice say from his phone.

He now had his phone on speaker.

"Did you send an email to 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 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.

"Very funny," Dom said a little too fast. 

Mafia.

I don't think we even have mafia men 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.

I felt safe.

I didn't want to go out there.

Out there with all of those people, looking at me and staring at me.

I felt safe right here with Dom.

In his oddly warm office in his company.

"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 said, looking at him.

He gave me this smirk.

"What?" I repeated.

"Nothing, just the way you ate the taco." I raised my eyebrow.

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?"

"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 smirking was getting bigger and he shifted again.

"It's a 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."

"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."

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. 

I felt myself shrinking thinking about it. 

"Well, you will have to make them again; they are good," he said, eating them.

Should I tell him?

I don't know.

I trust him.

Well, 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 was that easy.

If only.

Dom gave me this look.

"It was something small-."

"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 asked 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 its 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 about you, did they say?"

"Uh, about you having standards and why would you like someone like me? And the fact 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. He snapped at me.

"Oh, uh yeah, I. Then they said, that why would you pick someone like me. And I am not a cry baby-."

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 heavy.

He pulled away and stood up.

He reached 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." I felt as his hand gripped my side.

"Dom, Dom, it's okay."

"I just want to know; please tell me," he said and his voice was stern and it was lowkey scaring me.

But also turning me on, in some weird, twisted way I couldn't explain.

This weird thing is in the back of my mind.

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's 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.

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 those two.

His hand got lower and lower and his grip tightened as his fake smile got bigger.

"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 that report ready that I asked you for?" He said it with this evil smile.

He knew the answer.

"No."

I knew the answer.

"Now, didn't I ask for that last week? And it's still not done?" Dom said in a teasing tone of voice.

"Sir.."

"Next time. Instead of standing there talking, work on your shit."

So commanding.

I felt a small smile come on my face.

"We do have a no-tolerance policy for bullying, I hope you know. This goes for everyone, even if they are guesses or partners, especially if they are the fiance 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 and then turned around to walk back to his room.

"How cool was that?" Dom said, nudging my side.

"It would have been cooler if you weren't groping me the whole time," I said, nudging him back.

Okay, I 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.

Fuck.

He grabbed onto my arm and started to laugh.

"What about me being slow?" 

"I spoke to soon," I said, prying his arm off of mine.

I pushed him slightly and went behind his desk to sit in his chair.

"Was this all a ploy to sit in my chair?"

"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.

I watched as the main light shut off.

And then the lamps he had.

And then his PC.

"What the fuck?" he said.

He walked back over to the door and all of the lights were off.

"Give me a second."

He walked out.

Maybe it was a power outage.

I stood up. Holy fuck, I can't see anything.

Why doesn't he have curtains in here?

Holy fuck, it is so dark.

I felt 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.

"Dom? 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.

"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 said, 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; that is such a fucking random power outage.

"Dom?"

He didn't say anything.

Oh hell no.

I have seen a horror movie like this.

"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.

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."

"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. He didn't budge.

"What's there to see, mommy? If I can feel you."

"Why are we bringing back the mommy nickname? Swear to God, Dom," I said, trying to kick him.

I wish I had better spatial awareness.

I watched as his lamp flickered back on.

One of them.

What about the other ones and the main light?

"Can we waddle over to the light, please?" I asked. 

I dragged Dom over to the lamp.

"Sit." 

He sat down.

I sat on top of him without a second thought.

"Hey…"

"No."

"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.

Scared of giant men who hide in it? Yes extremely.

If I sat on him, then he couldn't fucking scare me.

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 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 and his hands started to go up and down my thighs.

"My body isn't listening to my brain or my heart."

"Aren't they all one thing?"

"No."

"No?"

"No. My body is acting on things that don't need to be acted on."

I am letting my guard down.

I leaned into him.

"Ryder?"

"Shut up, Dominic," I said.

His touch felt good.

It felt warm.

I felt warm.

I put my head back on his shoulder.

His hands went up and down my thighs down to my knees.

Everything about him felt so good. 

I felt my chest heave. 

"Stop fucking breathing in my ear," I said, lifting my head.

I felt his hands go down my shorts and rub my legs. 

"I'll do what I want; I think you'll like it no matter what," he mumbled.

The whore life is calling me back.

Slowly.

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 horny."

"Me too," 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." 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 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 embarrassed.

Because I knew he was looking at me.

Looking at every part of me.

It made me feel weird.

It made me feel something that I haven't felt in so long.

My chest heaved as I breathed.

Something I haven't felt in forever.

"Do I make you shy, mommy?" He said as he slumped back in the chair, taking off his blazer.

"Put your clothes back on," I said, rolling my eyes and sitting down on his desk.

"I don't think you want that." He 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 held up his arm and put his fingers down one by one. "Its.."

"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 and smiled at me. "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 that 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 and pulled me towards him. 

He pulled off his white tank top and looked down at his abs.

Sexy 40-year-old man.

He was hard.

I smiled.

I jumped on him.

"Fuck."

I started laughing as I put my arms around his neck.

"Why did you jump on me?" he said, 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.

He blinked and clicked his tongue. 

I felt his hands go on my waist and then down to my ass.

"Why did you jump?" He repeated. 

"I don't know," I repeated, laughing.

"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.

And he smiled.

"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.

"I do not take anything seriously so I think 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 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.

The dim light of the lamp made me feel this weird way.

Like I was in the spotlight.

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 my day," 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.

He rubbed my ass.

"Thank you," I said, rolling my eyes.

"And I bet you're tight too."

I pushed his jaw. "You are disgusting."

He was laughing. "Am I wrong?"

"No comment."

 I stood up.

I pulled down my shorts and Dom smiled.

"Your turn," I said.

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 3 years. And you just popped that…" my voice trailed off as I looked at his dick.

I bit the inside of my lip as I walked him.

"I am completely turned on right now; I'm just old," he said.

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.

I sat back on his desk and put my feet on his knees.

He grabbed my boxers in one hand and gave me this look.

"Don't do anything with those," I said. He brought them closer to his face. "Give me those."

I reached over and snatched them.

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 here," I said.

He smacked my ass without standing up. "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; now I have to deal with all of the pent-up rage you have," I said, laughing.

I pulled out lotion from one of the drawers.

"You think I could finger myself with this?" I said holding it up.

"That was vulgar."

"Yeah, 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 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 to be myself. 

I put both of my legs up and was in this weird spread-eagle position.

I put some lotion on my fingers.

I felt myself get the chills.

I slipped one finger in and I sighed.

I closed my eyes and I slowly started to finger myself.

It felt good beyond imaginable.

I took deep breaths and tried my best not to moan.

I slipped in another one of my fingers and my chest heaved.

I took off my glasses and put them on Dom's desk. 

I opened my eyes to Dom staring at me.

"Wish this was you, huh?" I said.

I don't know what was wrong with me.

"Hell yeah," he mumbled and I watched as he jerked himself faster.

I had my third finger and I felt myself tense up and my head go back.

My breaths became deeper as I tried to feel pleasure through the main.

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 creak. I leaned my head forward. 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 it on his dick and quickly jerked it.

"I am begging you to go slow," I said, pointing at him. 

He nodded.

He put one hand on my waist.

I grabbed my glasses and put them back on my face.

I watched as he slowly put his head in my...

Oh fuck. 

Oh fuck.

"I am going slow. Calm down, take deep breaths," he said as I felt his head go 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.

"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.

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'm sorry, I'm…" my voice faltered as I felt him thrust into me.

Mother fucker.

"Dom, Dom, slow down, please, 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 his hand.

"Don't cry, baby; it doesn't hurt that bad," he said, wiping my tears. 

"I…I.I." Fuck, I can't even speak.

I was crying 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…"

"Dom. I. I," I said.

He leaned closer to me.

"What baby? Tell me what you want. What baby?"

"I. I am. I."

I felt my back arch as I felt myself come all over Dom.

He smiled down at me as I felt myself start to shake.

He continued to fuck me.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Holy fuck.

He is sending me to Overdrive right now. 

"Just hold out for baby; I'm sorry I haven't come yet. Its been a while," he mumbled, continuing but this time his thrust was 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 glances. 

"Dom, Dom. Someone is going..."

"Let them; it would be hot," Dom said with this freaky ass smile.

His thrust didn't slow down, as I felt like I was 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.

He kissed my eyes and put them back.

He kissed my stomach and then kissed me again.

"All mine. All fucking mine," he said.

And 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!"