His Absolute Domination: The Billionaire's Paradigm (#5) (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (The Billionaire's Ultimatum, Book Two)

His Absolute
Domination

by Cerys du Lys

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This is the fifth story in the
Billionaire's Paradigm series:

His Absolute Obsession

His Absolute Attraction

His Absolute Compulsion

His Absolute Temptation

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I went to inspect the food Lucent
brought. There was something wrong with it; there was only one of
everything.

I scrunched up my brow, staring at it.
Why had he done that? One orange juice, yogurt, a cinnamon apple
granola bar, and one package of raisins. Strange. This definitely
wasn't enough for two people.

"Lucent?" I said, looking over my
shoulder towards him; he still stood at the window, but now he was
looking at me instead of looking outside. "I don't think this is
enough food."

He smiled and shrugged, apologetic.
"No, perhaps not. I have a surprise for you, though."

"Oh? What?"

He approached me, saying nothing. Once
he stood at my side, he stooped and fetched the food, then picked
each item up, slow, one by one. He kept acting strange and I didn't
understand the reason for it. Yes, Lucent was critical and
meticulous, but typically not this slow. It worried me, but then I
realized this was a silly thing to get worried about.

"Let's eat and then I'll tell you," he
said.

I nodded. "Alright."

We cleaned up first, replacing the
cushions we'd slept on and putting them back onto the chairs where
they belonged. The curtains went into a pile, and every other minor
stray indication of our night spent here became nothing more than a
memory, too. Everything, gone, cleaned, melting away like spring
purifying winter's snow. Lucent scooted the chairs away from each
other, much to my disappointment, then sat in one.

I sat in the other and scooted it back
towards him, getting as close to him as possible. While he prepared
our meal, I leaned across the armrests and put my chin on his
shoulder. He laughed at me, but he didn't kiss me like I'd hoped. I
only wanted a small kiss--on the lips or the cheek or the
nose--but, no.

Meal preparations went fast, all
things considered. Opening yogurt, unwrapping a spoon, peeling away
the wrapper of the granola bar and pinching open the raisin box.
Easy, inconsequential, and soon we ate. Lucent handed me the yogurt
and the spoon, then bent the granola bar in half. He began
crunching his portion.

I stared at my yogurt and spoon. What
was this? I wasn't exactly upset, but I kind of was. Disconcerted,
I supposed.

"Um," I said. Just um. This was
enough.

Lucent glanced over at me.
"Hm?"

"Why are we eating like this?" I
asked.

"I don't understand," he said. "What
do you mean?"

"You fed me last night, and the last
time we ate yogurt you fed me, too. I thought you'd do it
again."

"Oh," he said. Just oh. This wasn't
enough.

"Is something wrong?" I asked. "You're
acting funny."

"I don't believe I'm acting funny,
Miss Tanner. I'm merely doing what adults do in these situations.
They eat their breakfasts separately, as opposed to feeding one
another."

"I dislike that."

"You dislike it?" he asked, smirking.
"It's completely normal."

"None of this is normal, Lucent. I
don't know if you realize it, but we've been trapped in a library
all weekend together. You've spanked me, and we've had sex. I would
like to think that it was special, but I don't exactly know for
sure. Either way, I very much enjoyed it so far, and you're ruining
it now."

When I finished my pouting tirade, he
stuck my half of the granola bar in my mouth. Glumly, I let him,
leaving it plopped partway between my lips while the other part
dangled in the air.

He hid his amusement, though I knew he
enjoyed my feigned gloominess. It was feigned now at least, but I
really had been upset before. I wanted us to act the same as we
always had. In hindsight, always wasn't a long time, though. Maybe
my perspective was too narrowed and I'd fancied too many allusions
as to what we were or what we had together.

It wasn't whim and fancy, though, it
was desire and need. I needed this, needed something, and while I'd
never exactly known it before, nor had I intended for any of this,
I knew it somewhat now. A little bit, at least. Shreds and pieces,
fed to me, like the torn bits of meat Lucent fed to me last night.
I was hungry before, starving, but I never realized it until Lucent
came and gave me sustenance.

That sounded altogether too flowery
and poetic to say, so I didn't say it, but I felt it. I felt it
glumly while Lucent smirked at me and I held a half of a granola
bar partly between my lips.

"Let me see the yogurt," he said. His
voice softened, more easy and regular now.

I handed the yogurt to him
immediately, along with the spoon. Removing the granola bar from my
mouth, I waited with eager anticipation.

"This isn't normal," he said as
reassurance; more to reassure himself, I thought. I already knew
none of this was normal and I'd told him as much.

Scooping up some of the yogurt, he
held the spoon out to me. Facetiously, though looking extremely
serious, he made choo-choo train noises.

I ignored his attempt at mockery and
opened my mouth. Lucent placed the spoonful of yogurt in my mouth
and I removed it from the spoon with my tongue and lips. Then, for
good measure, I crunched a bite of the granola bar, letting the two
different foods mingle and mix while I chewed.

"Better?" he asked.

"You have a certain
seasoning method, Mr. Storme," I informed him. "A particular
je ne sais quoi
that
enhances the flavors and brings out their special, hidden
qualities. Your culinary skills are masterful."

"Oh, yes." Rolling his eyes, he took a
spoonful of yogurt for himself. "I'm quite certain you're correct,
Miss Tanner. By merely holding the spoon, I exert my will upon the
yogurt and enforce heightened flavoring throughout it. It's nearly
like magic, certainly."

"After we eat you should exert your
will upon me," I said.

Lucent nearly spit out his yogurt,
choking. I panicked at first because I didn't know CPR, but it was
just yogurt and he soon regained control over himself and
swallowed. Then I stopped my panic and I laughed.

"I was thinking that after we finish
breakfast we can go home," he said with an air of secretive
indifference.

"What?" I said. Glancing outside
quickly, I noticed the snow had stopped. I must have noticed this
before, too, but it didn't register in my mind until
now.

"While you slept, I arranged for some
assistance in clearing off your car," Lucent added, his words
austere and professional. "A path from the front door of the
library to the street has been cleared away, and your car has been
cleared off and shoveled out. You should be able to drive onto the
street easily."

Yes, but... no. It all hit me so
suddenly and I felt lost and confused. Of course we should leave if
we could, but I didn't want to leave now. I stared at him, lost,
listless, and I knew I should be happy for this, happy to return to
my apartment, but I wasn't. I didn't want to go. Did he not
understand that? I hadn't told him, not in as many words, but I
thought our time together was nice. Was he trying to escape from
me?

No, no. I shouldn't think those
things. Lucent was attempting to be nice, that's all. Whatever he'd
done, however it worked, once the snow stopped it made sense to
leave. If there was no reason to stay, we should go. Except I had a
reason I wanted to stay. I couldn't tell him that, though. I
shouldn't.

"How did you know which car was mine?"
I asked, grasping for a reason, any reason, not to leave. "Are you
sure you cleaned the right one?"

He hesitated. His eyes widened for a
second, alarmed, or maybe not. He returned to his regular calm and
collected self almost immediately, and I realized I must have
imagined it. I wanted a reason for this ending not to be an ending,
and I kept creating illusions in my mind to force it into becoming
what I wished for. This, perhaps, was the creative writer in me.
Probably all of this was that, truthfully. None of this meant as
much as I hoped it would and I only had myself to blame.

"It was the only car in the parking
lot next to the library," Lucent said softly. "When I arrived
Friday evening, it was the only car parked nearby, too. I believe
my assumptions that the car belongs to you are correct, unless
you've secretly parked many blocks away?"

"I did," I said, huffy. "I parked all
the way across the city. I walked here during the snowstorm and if
I leave now I'll have to trek all the way back through the snow. In
a skirt. I'll catch a cold. What do you think of that?"

Lucent frowned. "Miss
Tanner..."

I was acting rude and incessantly
cantankerous and I knew it, but the words fit my thoughts and there
was nothing else I could say. I was caught up in the suddenness of
this all and I hated it. This wasn't my happy ending, my fairytale
fantasy, and why couldn't he see that he could so easily provide
it? It wasn't just this, our departure, but more than that. If he
simply told me a few things. I didn't know exactly what things, but
if he told me them, assured me, invited me to spend more time with
him. If...

I did have his message to listen to
when I arrived home. Perhaps that would settle this. Yes. I nodded
inwardly, telling my bratty, moody self to stop playing these
games. For all I knew, my distress was unfounded. Once I arrived
home and listened to the message Lucent left me on my cell phone,
perhaps all of these heart-clenching feelings would
vanish.

Perhaps. I hoped so, at least. I
didn't know for sure.

"I'm sorry," I said. "This is just
sort of difficult for me."

He nodded. "I understand."

"Do you, though?" I asked. "I really
enjoyed this weekend, Lucent. I'm glad I met you."

He smiled a little, but it was a sad
smile. His eyes dropped slightly and he looked at me softly. "I'm
glad I met you, too, Miss Tanner."

"Are you really?"

"Yes."

"Will you say more than
that?"

"I don't know what more to say," he
said.

"Anything?" I suggested. "You can say
anything at all and I'll like it."

He nodded and thought and said nothing
and thought and then nodded once more. Then he spoke. "I apologize
that I never ended up being able to teach you more about cards," he
said. "I promised you in the beginning that I would attempt to show
you a few of my tactics, but it seems time flew away from
us."

"It's alright," I said, forcing myself
to smile. "You can do it some other time. I'd like to invite you to
my apartment, maybe. I can make us some real food. I do cook rather
well."