Dom Wars Round Two (11 page)

She suddenly let me pop out of her mouth while she continued fucking my ass slowly. Good. Fucking. God.
"No coming for you yet," she whispered, still holding my cock and placing sweet tender kisses on the head.

I growled through the heat, my head dropping back.

She carefully slid her finger out of my ass then wiggled her way up between my body and the wall until she pressed into me. As soon as her mouth was in reach, I dove hungrily for it. I groaned in satisfaction at tasting myself on her, at her allowing me.

"
I love doing that to you," she whispered in my mouth.

I groaned and rolled my hips, sliding my cock against her tight stomach while sucking
and licking every part of her mouth.

"
I'm going to tie you to the bed baby. I'm going to strap on that cute little dildo. And fuck you while I stroke your cock. You want that?"

I growled and cursed in her mouth.
"You're going to
fuck me?
" A vicious hunger trembled through my body and I yanked hard on my restraints. "What are you fucking waiting for?"

She undid me and suddenly seemed worried about what I might do with my freedom. She bit her lip, reminding me of what was beneath her tough façade.
"Go lay on the bed," she whispered. "Face down."

I stared at her, suddenly warring with the need to fuck her right where she stood until she was screaming for the torment.
Instead I strode to the shelf and snatched a box and handed it to her. "You'll need this."

She took it and stared at it then mumbled through the directions
on the anal lubrication. "Ooookay."

I
grinned and went to the bed and laid face down as instructed. She tied me nice and tight, muscles pulling. Legs wide. Just the position was a turn on. The thrill of vulnerability and the excitement of knowing she was about to break me down with pleasure made it fucking intoxicating.

She got on top of me and rubbed her body all over mine, hot silk making love to my skin. My mind followed the heat of her pussy as it pressed into my legs, the rigid tips of her nipples gliding over my back. I pulled on the restraints when she began to grind her soft pussy on the top of my ass while she kissed the side of my face.

"Make your pussy feel good baby. God I'm dying to suck your clit. Please baby, let me."

"
You will. I want to ride it the way I did. Did you know I masturbate while thinking of that?"

I groaned, pushing my ass back against her twirling hips.

"Are you ready baby? For me to fuck you?"

"
Fffffuck, Tara."

She
mmmed at my answer and got off of me. I turned my head to see what she was doing. My cock jerked at eying the short slender, pussy pink cock. She climbed back on the bed and rubbed her little dildo all over my ass. My body bucked when she spanked me hard.

"
God
fuck!
"

"
Mmmm." She slid her little cock between my ass cheeks and teased at my entrance.

"
Fuck, Jesus, yes." I pulled on the restraints. She massaged my ass with one hand then spanked it hard while adding more pressure with her cock.

"
Take it in baby."

I gasped and choked on a groan, my ass flexing for it. Jesus
Christ
. "Fuck, Tara." The rasped words were lost in the bed and she spanked again, soothing the skin right after while working herself in me a little more.

I rolled my hips, pressing my cock into the bed. The feel of her in my ass was undoing me like nothing I
'd ever endured.

I spanked him again when I saw he was getting close.
"Slower baby." I stroked my hands along the rigid muscles of his back and sides then glided them over his perfect hips. "I want this to be the best orgasm. I want you to never forget it." The point mantra I'd been emboldened with was gone. All that was left was Lucian, face down on the bed, his beautiful body stretched out and vulnerable, making those delicious sounds that had my core boiling and my clit throbbing. How did it get to this? I'd set out to humiliate him, teach him a lesson, and now I was desperate to bring him the most pleasure possible. And God the sight of half the slender cock in his ass was unbelievably arousing. 

I moved into position, carefully laying on him, rubbing the tips of my breasts against his silky muscles. I licked at his shoulder and bit and sucked the firm chord along the blade. He was heaven on my lips and tongue. It didn
't matter how or why I became the woman I did in bed with him, it was enough for me that I became her. Was able to. The freedom was delicious. To be as sexual as I wanted, with no care for whys. No care for ifs. Whats. Whos. Lucian gave me that. Lucian owned that part of me. Controlled it. Brought it out. She existed because of him. For him.

I placed my weight on him, not moving all the way in yet. I worked my hand under him and held on to his delicious thick cock. He groaned and bowed
up off the bed, giving me better access to stroke him.

I sank the d
ildo in slowly and his muscles rippled with labored moans and grunts. I moved inside him and he matched my rhythm, sliding his cock in and out of my firm grip, working the dildo at the same time. In seconds Lucian was beside himself, his beautiful face pressed into the bed, brows drawn hard in a furious pleasure. God. Yes. Yes. I had to have this with him, had to see him this way. His mouth formed a hard line, jaw clamped tight, deep growls rumbling through his body, through mine.

I kissed the side of his face.
"Do it baby, help me fuck you. You feel so good under me, so good."

His mouth opened with a gasp.
"Fuck me Tara." His body arched up and I cried out, feeling his pleasure peaking. I moved the small cock in him faster, meeting his thrusts until he roared and thrashed with his orgasm. Holy angels, I was suddenly riding a comet through the universe.

Pride slowly filled me at the sounds he made in the aftermath. Rapturous awe.
"Oh wow. You liked it?" I kissed at his ear.

"
Can you untie me?" His voice was a hoarse whisper.

Something in his tone alarmed me, worried me. Did he hate it? Guilt and shame slithered through me as I set him free. He slowly turned over and I sat on the bed next to him, resisting the urge to bite my nails.

He pulled me on top of him and took my face in his hands. He stared at me and I waited for the verdict. No words. Only a gentle pulling of my lips to his as he kissed me with a tenderness that tugged at my heart. "What did you do to me, love?" He nipped gently at my lips, the reverent touch sending butterflies in my stomach. "What have you done?"

The raw emotion in his words startled me. What did he mean exactly? Was it bad? It sounded like it might be. But then the way he kissed me said it wasn
't.

"
I need to hold you, love." He pulled me close in his arms and buried his face in my neck. "I just need to hold you."

****

I untangled myself from Lucian's embrace when he'd begun to snore softly. I crept out of bed then paused to turn and stare at him. He was really beautiful. Could have any woman he wanted. I tried not to think about how he likely had many. Waiting. But he seemed so sincere. Especially in sleep. Memories of what I'd done to him only hours before filled my cheeks with shame and desire. 
"What did you do to me…what have you done?"

What did he mean?

I made my way to the bathroom and slipped on the
her
bathrobe then headed to the living room. I checked to make sure he was still sleeping before picking up the phone and dialing Gramma's room at the nursing home. We were officially done with our final night and challenge and she was a late nighter. It'd be one a.m. She was probably up watching a late night talk show.

"
Who is this?"

"
Gramma?" I whispered. "It's me, Tara."

"
Tara, what are you doing up this late? You should be in bed resting for your first week at that new job. When are you coming to get me out of here? I've been doing my damn exercises faithfully and that orderly helping me smells, I can't hardly stand it. The food is atrocious and it smells like they clean the toilets with horse piss. Are you eating right?" The damage from the stroke left her words barely decipherable. Better than before, but still not good.

Tears filled my eyes and I nodded.
"I am. Nothing like your cooking though."

"
The job is going well then? Are you still coming to get me after the first paycheck? I never heard of a company waiting six weeks to pay a person? How are you supposed to live that way?"

"
They all do that now, Gramma, to make sure new workers don't skip out the instant they're trained. You sound good Gramma, I'm so happy. Your speech has really improved."

"
Thank you," she said, proudly. "I talk every chance I get, that's what the doctor said to do, so that's what I do. To myself half the time, but I'm used to that anyway. Are you making any friends?"

I smiled.
"I did make one. He's been…very helpful."

"
He? You need to watch out for men, they want to help a woman for one reason and one reason only. You remember what happened with that last do-gooder you dated."

"
Don't…don't remind me."

"
Well you need reminding. They just want one thing, to get in your pants. And you need to be smarter than that Tara Lynn, you hear me?"

"
I hear you Gramma. I am. Nobody is… nobody is getting in any pants here." I clenched my eyes tight then opened them with a smile. I heard a noise and turned, finding Lucian leaning in the doorway, naked. "I'll call tomorrow about the appointment then. Yes. Okay, goodnight."

I hung up and turned.
"Hey."

****

I suddenly felt naked, which was an odd thing for me. But the way Tara looked at me made me feel uncovered. Unacceptable. "Who'd you call at this hour?"

"
Um… my um… cousin. She's looking after my grandmother."

Why did that
sound like a lie? "Oh. How is she?" I walked over and watched her slowly tense the closer I came. I stopped just before her and despite my instincts to not touch, I slid my finger along her cheek. "You okay?"

"
Yes. Fine. Gramma's fine too. Getting around more, talking more."

I nodded watching her.
"Good."

She moved to put the phone back on the base then straightened and clasped her hands
together. "Well. I'm hungry, you?" She headed around me to the kitchen and with every step she took away from me, a suffocating pressure filled my chest. I followed, watching her, a lot like one would a tragic accident happening before their eyes.

She hurried and took out fixings for something.
"How about I cook for you. Since you've been the one doing most of that lately."

I sat at the island.
"It was my job. Remember?"

"
Oh yeah. Right," she said lightly. "I knew that." The pain in her eyes and tone confused me. Why should that bother her? Who'd she really call? She was being more weird than usual. I didn't know how or why I might ask that question without looking either jealous or suspicious. But I couldn't just let her do this. "Why… do you always do this?"

"
Do what?" She hurried about the kitchen.

"
Pretend like…" My throat suddenly shut the fuck down on me. Wow. That was fucking new and way out of left field. I lowered my head and shook it. "Nothing." Was she going to shut me out physically too?

I walked around and stood behind her where she cut an onion. I placed my palms on her shoulders and slid them over her arms. The need to smell her brought my mouth to her ear where I breathed in slowly with closed eyes. She raised her shoulder a little and I slid my mouth to her face and pressed a soft non-threatening kiss to her cheek.

"The challenges are over, Lucian." Her reminder was timid, maybe testing.

"
I know that, love." I continued kissing softly and she continued slowly retreating.

"
There's no points for this."

I paused at her tone and pulled back.
"Points?" Pain choked the volume out of the word as I stared at the back of her head. "Is that all you…fucking think about?" Anger slowly replaced the useless pain in my chest.

She turned only her head.
"Please don't start that again. Don't start pretending like this is more than a game, more than a job."

I raised my hands.
"Of course. Because you're all about the game, aren't you love?"

She gave a humorless laugh.
"So are you, Lucian. Let's not forget why you're here. You surely didn't come here to meet me, did you?" She chopped furiously. "No, of course not. But you did and that's that. You and I are like business partners."

"
With benefits."

She turned finally with an incredulous gasp.
"That's not
my
fault. I didn't decide that job detail."

"
And why are
you
doing this again? Tara? To help your Gramma?"

She appeared confused at the challenge in my tone.
"Yes."

"
Really. And what part of what you did last night is actually required for that?"

Guilt flashed across her face.
"I was playing a role." She turned back to her onion.

"
Ah yes. For points. Right. So… you didn't enjoy… any of it?"

She was back to furious chopping.
"I never said I didn't enjoy it. I may as well if I have to do it."

"
So that's it? You do all that and it's just… fun? Pleasure?"

She spun to me with her knife poised.
"And what about you? Which sub have you married? Which sub did you keep for your very own to love and cherish? Hm? Oh? None? Ah, right, because you're a Dom, that's what you do, you get subs and you use them for fuck toys."

"
I've never done that."

"
You've never fucked your subs?"

"
I never used them."

"
Oh? Where are they?" She looked around. "Why don't you have any? If you indeed
don't
have any."

"
I…"

She raised her brows anticipating an answer to refute.
"You?"

"
I gave up the lifestyle."

"
Really. That's about what I'd say if I wanted another sub in my belt notch." She winked and patted my shoulder. "Thanks but no thanks. This game we're playing is enough game for me. I'd prefer it stay there."

"
So is that what you think? I'm being nice because I want you for my trophy?"

She gasped and nodded.
"Right, that is the weird part. I'm certainly not trophy worthy so you puzzle me. Maybe it's the challenge, the chase. Having to have it all? Is that what it is?"

"
Could it be because I actually like you?"

"
Oh God, don't start with that. What, because you helped me over an emotional hurdle, that makes you suddenly qualified to start liking women you fuck?"

"
I guess not."

My numb answer seemed to really piss her off.
"You don't even
know me!
" she yelled.

"
No," I yelled back, "
you
don't know you!"

"
What?" She put down the knife. "What does that even mean? I know me! I know me
very
damn well. I've been to therapy thank you. I've faced my demons! Maybe you have some you're not dealing with? Denial?"

I raked a hand through my hair with a dry chuckle.
"Denial. Okay. Yeah, I'm in denial. You're in denial, love. We share some of the best sex ever and you pretend it's nothing more."

"
Best sex?"

"
You deny that?" I challenged, ready to go off on her if she did.

"
No, I don't deny you're an
amazing
lover, I mean you
should
be. That is, after all, your forte Mr. Lucian Dom Bane."

"
Okay, fine, I'm a Dom, but that doesn't mean I'm not also a man, a human. I can have sex with meaning."