Dom Wars - Round Four (10 page)

"
What?"

He wrote furiously and I sat next to him. He slid the pad to me.
They are listening. Watching. And I think Danielle may be behind these atrocious assignments. She has it out for Tara. I will write down my ideas. Keep your camera under the table. When I ask, spell it out.

"
Okay, yes." I put my hands in my lap. "First assignment was that bullshit telling me to humiliate Tara at the restaurant. If that wasn't enough, it said I couldn't explain until
after
the final demon domination."

He wrote again like a madman, nodding.
"Which you pulled off
superbly
I might add." He kissed his fingertips in a show perfection then slid the paper to me.

I glanced at it.
They're telling you to do all of this craziness. Why not do your own craziness?"

I frowned, trying to figure out what that meant.
"Your…handwriting is atrocious man, I can't understand it." I shook my head mouthing
what does that mean?

His eyes widened then he began writing again.
"I am so sorry, writing with a pen is a lost art, I'm afraid. Let me try print."

He slid the paper back to me with the same impeccable cursive from before.
I mean your own crazy things that will amaze her
! He sat nodding rapidly, his gaze burning. "Yes, print is much better. So, what was the second assignment again?"

He went back to scribbling.
"I believe that was the one you did at that club? Hm?"

"
Yes, I think you're right. That was the one that said to anger Tara, and no apologies or explanations until after the final domination again."

He slid the pad to me his eyes nearly beady with stealth.
Something romantic.

Steve
's enthusiasm made my heart race. The concept began to sink in followed by a white blank wall in my mind surrounding the dreaded R word. "And…that shit went south really fast. That second assignment."

"
Ho, ho, ho, did it
ever.
" He scribbled some words and shot the pad to me.

Do something that will convey to her your true feelings.

"It was memorably stupid," he nearly breathed the words with forlorn agony.

I thought about that, what he wrote. Convey my feelings.
"I was so fucking sorry." I looked at him, hope bubbling in me.

"
Unspeakably, yes. And then there was the first real assignment?" He wrote some more and gave me the pad.
You will need to give her clues, romantic things that say something to her. What do you want to say?

"
You have no clue how badly I want to tell her that… I'm sorry and I love her and I didn't mean any of that shit." I nodded, with eyes wide, hoping he would now come up with a convenient list for that.

"
Ah, I bet you do. But you can't do that man," he slapped the table with his palm, "so stop thinking that way! Start thinking like a Top Dom…" he wrote vehemently then slid the pad to me, "….and not like a
pussy.
" That last word had a strange Italian lilt, taking the sting away.
Find romantic things that say I'm sorry.

"
You're right, I need to Dom the fuck up." I thought about ways to tell her that without actually telling her. "I can't lose her." I looked at Steve. "I want to spend the rest of my life with her."

****

How could Lucian say that? I looked at my ears in the mirror for the hundredth time. I'd been told by every person on the planet that I had tiny ears. This made no sense. He was lying. But why? To hurt me? Make me jealous? But why? Was he…finally realizing what I was? Or more like wasn't?

And he wasn
't even sorry about it. That said it all. He'd meant it. Like it was nothing special. And now I had that stupid text to do with him. He was going to hate it. Or maybe he wouldn't. 

The door opened and I spun around, clutching the bathrobe tight at my chest. I pointed to the bed.
"Text is right there. Read it and weep."

He walked to the bed and picked it up. I watched his face, waiting for the torment, the anger. Nothing was there. He just leveled a cold gaze on me.
"Where do you want to do it?"

Pain stabbed my chest at his cool tone. I swallowed and looked around.
"The bed is fine."

"
Get to it. On your stomach."

I walked to the bed and disrobed and laid down while he rummaged in the drawer with the supplies.

He returned and tied my wrists together over my head with plastic cuffs. Then he did the same to my ankles.

"
Fifty lashes, love. Hold on tight."

I gritted my teeth as he began, fighting to hold on to my anger. But every lash stripped it from me until I was cocooned in a world of agony and pain. But it was the one in my soul and chest that hurt more than anything. The physical was nothing. In fact, I was numb.

He whipped me quickly, seeming to not spare an inch of flesh, his licks that of an angry Dom. Who was this man? Where was my Lucian?

The whippings finally stopped and in silence he untied me. I waited for him to console me, prepared to reject him. But by the time I sat up, the door slammed shut. And he was gone.

Chapter Ten

I stormed over to Steve's room and pounded on the door. When he opened it, I hurried into his bathroom and shut the door. I got out of my clothes and turned on the water, setting it to only hot. I got under the spray and gritted my teeth as the water burned my backside, burned my skin nice and fucking good.

She hadn
't made a sound. The memory of the last text I'd gotten enraged me.
Don't show remorse on your next sex assignment.

My chest grew unbearably tight as I fought to not see her body covered in red marks that I couldn
't soothe. I was allowed aftercare but there was no fucking way I could not show remorse. God, was Steve right? Was that bitch doing everything she could to hurt Tara? Ruin us?

By the time the water ran cold, I stood trembling in the stream, the spray hitting on my burned flesh, causing another agony all its own.  No remorse. How the fuck was I supposed to face her at any time and not show remorse? And what did she fucking
think? Of me? I fucking hurt her and walked out!

God, please help me find a way to make this better.

Once out of the shower I put my clothes on. "I need to add something to that list. Steve flew up from his reclined position on the bed and went to the table. He picked up the pad and pen and got ready.

I realized I was the one that needed to write.
"Well I might want to add the last assignment. Maybe you can check see if I scored yet." I nodded at the computer.

He flashed that weird smile before getting focused on the screen while I wrote,
Google gifts that show extreme remorse.
I slid the pad toward him, putting my watch under the table.

He looked at the pad and nodded while giving a triumphant fist jab in the air.

I wrote again on the pad and showed Steve. "This was the last assignment I got."
Bastards made me flog Tara and not show remorse.

He paused and read it. I wasn
't sure why it felt so good to tell Steve things. Maybe it was the way his face became a mask of genuine misery. Felt good.

"
That's atrocious," he breathed before turning the screen to me.

I read the list, skimming then paused at one idea and wrote it down.
"You have no fucking clue." I continued looking at the list, writing every idea I could use. When I had it narrowed down to six ideas, I stopped and showed Steve. "Wonder if we can find a store with these sex supplies?"

Steve read it and a grin slowly filled his face.
"I can arrange it."

****

I looked out the window of the limo, tying to be inconspicuous about checking the sky. Where was it? I wanted to call Steve to ask. We'd made it through half a day with no assignments. It was fucking eerie. Like the calm before the storm of the century.

The window between Steve and us lowered.
"Look at that!"

Thank fuck.

I quickly scooted next to Tara and smiled at the plane writing letters in the sky.

"
Oh, neat." Tara began sounding out each letter as it was sprayed. S… o…. r….r….y. "Sorry?"

"
Huh," I said. "Some jerk must be reeeeally sorry for something."

She turned to me.
"You?"

"
Me? Sure I'm sorry. For stuff. I've done."

"
Did you do that for me? For stupid things you've done lately?"

"
Um." Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "No. Not me."

She studied me for a while then slammed her back against the seat.
"Figures."

I sat there, trying to think of something to say. Shit. There was nothing. Nothing to fucking say. This went so fucking great, didn
't it?

"
Oh great," she muttered, pulling her phone out. She looked at it then choked on incredulity. "What? I don't remember what that means." She threw the phone at me.

I looked at it and despite my frustration a thrill shot through me.
Lucian performs edge-play on Tara.

Fuck. That could be…bad. Or good.

"What is it?" She formed the words into a command, glaring at me.

"
I have to… do things that come close…to things."

Her brows shot up.
"You take a class in obscurity?"

"
To put it loosely, I have to almost kill you in various ways while fucking you."

"
Oh boy." Steve put the privacy panel up in record speed.

Tara
's eyes widened briefly before becoming bored looking. "Sounds like a blast. Can't wait." She removed her shirt and bra, looking up at the ceiling. "Maybe you can slip and put me out of my misery?"

Pain stabbed me and I barely managed a smile.
"I don't fuck unconscious or dead women, sweetheart."

"
Well that's good to know." She removed her pants next and I watched her hips come into view. Fucking amazing how the sight of her naked body was like a punch in the dick. And the sight of her pain was a punch in my heart.

I moved from the seat and knelt before her.
"In the middle. And hold the back of the seat, love."

I gazed at her breasts, letting desire take over my body and mind. I let it enter the directive I was given and skimmed my fingers over her outstretched arms then slowly toward her hard nipples and heaving chest.

"You're ready for this?"

She swallowed and closed her eyes, not answering. I leaned in and put my mouth at her ear while strumming the back of my fingers over a nipple, gripping her arm tightly, biting into the muscle with a near angry dominance. Near brutal.
"You know how much I hate hurting you?"

Her breaths came faster and erratic. No doubt her anger and desire waging a war. And I knew before it was over, that inner battle field would be bloody and my hands would be guilty.
"Tell me you know how much I hate it. Just say yes." I skimmed my lips along her jaw and nipped softly at her lips with mine, licking at the seam. I let my hunger have me and sucked her lower lip then her top with eagerness, keeping my torment steady on her nipple.

"
Yes, you want it, you always do. Don't fight it. You need this sweetheart. The pleasure with the pain."

I sucked hungrily at her chin then cheek, letting my kisses turn gentle at her nose and forehead before turning hungry on her obstinate mouth.

I pinched her nipple and her lips parted with a cry. In a frenzy of dominance, I drove my tongue into her mouth, stroking hers, demanding submission while I soothed her nipple with the protective palm of my hand, moaning my remorse into her mouth.

"
Do it," she gasped. "Please."

It was my insanity switch. My Tara switch. She spoke, and I lost myself to her needs and desires. Driven to meet them no matter the cost. I held both of her arms now, my fingers biting with a lethal force while my lips and tongue began a slow feasting decent. I sucked with reckless hunger at her neck and shoulder blade, biting the muscle hard enough to bring that edge-play pain. Just at the edge of too much.

I made it to her breasts and she was calling my name, begging. I sucked one nipple then devoured the mound with an open mouth, my tongue tasting every inch of her before biting the tender flesh too fucking hard.

"
Lucian!"

I flew to her mouth with rough and demanding kisses.
"Fucking so sorry baby." The words croaked in desperation, praying she'd feel them to her soul, know how much I meant them. I skimmed my hand down her stomach and scratched her legs. "Open them. As wide as you can."

She obeyed with a whimper and I pulled away from her face and watched her as I stroked her folds. I slid my finger slowly inside her, putting my mouth next to hers. When I reached bottom, I let my hunger go and flicked her core with a growl. Her mouth flew open with a cry of pleasure and I licked and sucked at her lips.

She turned into my kiss, her desperate moans filling my mouth, driving me crazy. She pumped on my hand and I pressed my palm into her pelvis, pushing her ass hard into the seat while I explored her beautiful fucking secrets. I was officially delirious with that
all fucking mine
insanity as I kissed, sucked, and bit my way down her body. Her cries of pain and pleasure burned my mind but all I could think about was tasting her, sucking the orgasm from her body.

Once between her legs, I became more insane as I inhaled her unique scent, letting my brain carve it into my every fiber. I reached up and placed my hand on her neck, holding her down while I administered the perfect suction on her clit, stroking her g-spot and pressing her ass with my ring finger.

The car filled with the sounds of my un-fed hunger and her desperate need for what I was giving her. I clamped my fingers harder around her neck, feeling her moans and heartbeat. She grabbed at my hand on her throat and I resisted her efforts to pull it away while I penetrated her ass with the ring finger.

She cried out and rocked on my mouth, her hands moving to my head and clutching a handful of hair making me do it just right on her sweet clit. Fucking God, yes. I clamped my fingers on her neck again and she grunted for air, again clawing at my hand. I allowed her to pry my fingers a little and let up just enough to keep her from panicking. I continued the hellish balance of bringing her to the pleasure and pain edge until she thrashed beneath my lips with her approaching orgasm. I sucked her clit into my mouth and she broke finally with a screech. I slowly tightened my fingers on her neck, feeling the sound of her orgasm in my hand as she bucked and squirmed.

She slapped at my hand and I loosened my hold, releasing her gasping moans. Sweetest fucking song ever.

I kissed my way up her body, my cock raging for release. At her mouth I held her jaw firmly with one hand and kissed her, forcing her to taste herself on me. On me where she belonged
"You were fucking delicious baby." I pushed her mouth open to kiss deeply, groaning with need. "Were you scared?"

Her fingers danced on my outrageous hard on.
"No…I was…" She fought with the buttons on my jeans. "Annoyed."

I grinned on her mouth, happy with that answer.
"You better not be scared. I'd be pissed." I moved her hand, determined to punish myself for what I'd done to her earlier. "Just you, love."

"
What? That's not what it said." She began to eat at my mouth and lift my shirt.

"
No, stop."

"
You stop." She shoved up my shirt and pushed me into the seat. I watched her mouth on my abs, and I gasped with need, torn with conviction. She stroked on my length through my jeans while fighting with the button. "I need to have you. Please. Inside me."

I shoved her hands out the way and got out of my clothes. Before I could pull her onto my lap, she shoved my legs open with a dominance that sent my desire into orbit. I braced my arms on the seat as she grabbed the base of my cock with both hands and went to devouring my entire length.
"Good fucking God." I grit my teeth then hissed, pushing into her mouth while she raked at the inside of my thighs with hunger. Her throat tightened around the head of my cock and my orgasm started to roar forth.

She pulled back fast, until her lips came off me with a pop.

"Ffuuccckkk, Tara, what are you doing?"

Instead of answering, she climbed astride my lap and poised with the pulsing tip of my erection barely touching her wet folds. I rolled my hips with frustration, trying to get inside her. She lowered herself slightly, taking just the head inside, then withdrawing, dragging a growl from me.

I let go of the seat and gripped her hips with desperate fingers and tried to pull her down on me, but she resisted, allowing me just a little. Over and over until my mind reeled with a mixture of agony and pleasure, and her frustrated cries rang in my ears.

Finally, she lowered herself all the way, taking me fully inside. I took over, hands clamped tight on her waist, driving into her sweet body.
"God, you're so fucking perfect. I love you, baby. I'm not stopping. I'm not fucking stopping, I'm coming." And God did I ever.