Sweetness (33 page)

“I didn’t tell Justin, he figured it out-well, most of
it anyway. I did fill in the blanks, at first to help him with
Julie, but when he put the pieces together I made him
promise not to tell you. I wanted to do it myself. Please
don’t be mad at him.” In a hushed voice I try to explain
my reasoning for keeping my secret from him. And for
the first time I really do want to tell him the whole
crushing saga, that is my life.
After about an hour of explaining what happened,
starting from the night on the playground and ending
with our altercation at my graduation party, Dominic is
radiating anger. When I told him the part about Glen
taking me away from the shore bar, the last time I saw
him when I was 17, he took the opportunity to use the
bathroom. I could see he just needed a second to reel in
his anger. By the end of my horrific tale, his anger for
Glen is laced with anger for himself. He said he felt it
was his job to protect me, and in his eyes he failed. I tried
to explain that there was nothing he could do since he
didn’t know, but he was still angry all the same.
After some intermittent questions, I conclude our
conversation by telling Dominic how Glen threatened me
at the concert. I immediately knew from the look on his
face that I should have kept that last part my little secret.
“What the fuck do you mean he threatened you?
What did he say?” That last piece of information was
enough to make him frantically pace the room and breath
like a raging bull.
“He told me that it was not a good idea for me to
embarrassed him in front of his friends while dressed
like a slut. Then said he would teach me how to be a
proper young lady again if I needed reminding.”
“What exactly does
that
mean?” He pauses mid
stride and slowly turns his head in my direction.
I scrunch my face up in disgust, silently refusing
to answer his question. After a very long staring contest I
look down at my lap, unwilling to explain what exactly
Glen’s threat entailed.
Dominic sits on the bed and wraps his arms
around my shoulders. “You should have told me. Right
then and there you should have told me what was going
on. I would have kept him away from you. Have you
seen him since?”
“No. I told him if he came near me again they
would find him at the bottom of the East River. Besides, I
had no way of knowing at the time we would wind up
here. I wasn’t going to ruin the time we had or give you
any reason to leave me. Since I left for college I have only
seen him a handful of times. Our relationship seems to
bring back the dark side in him. He is dangerous Dom, I
don’t want you to get hurt.” I pull away as fear sets in.
Dominic will set Glen off once he confronts him.
“Shhh, Emma. Calm down. He is not ever going to
hurt you again. I won’t let him get near you. Which will
be easy once I break his fucking legs before I cut off his
dick and shove it down his throat.” I know I should be
upset but Dominic’s comment makes me laugh.
Now that all the bad shit is out of the way, I feel
like a ten-ton weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I
want to move on with a fresh start. I don’t want Glen or
anything else to come between us from now on. I have
waited for so many years to be happy and I just want to
move forward.
“I’m sorry about Julie, too. Justin told her what he
knew, but she wouldn’t listen. She insisted it was all you.
She kept telling me that she knew the real story and you
were making it all up-”
I pull back and throw Dominic’s arms off me
before leaping off the bed. “You believe Glen don’t you?
You believe what he told Julie, that it was my fault?”
Dominic’s arms reach out for me, but I keep my
distance. Panic wracks my body and my throat dries up.
My body heats to what feels like a million degrees, and
my head goes dizzy.
Fuck, these panic attacks.
“Emma, breath. Breathe, baby. Don’t do this again,
breath.” Dominic grabs me as my knees buckle.
I vaguely register him hauling me off to the
bathroom and throwing me under ice-cold water. “Fuck,
Dom,” I shout, as I turned the hot water on to get some
relief from the icy liquid trickling down my skin.
“I told you not to do that again! You scare the shit
out of me when you don’t breath like that,” he yells
while climbing in the shower with me, still wearing his
jeans.
“You believe him, don’t you?” I sob into his chest
as he holds me against his bare skin.
“NO! Of course not, I believe you baby,” he
assures me pushing the wet strands of hair away from
my face. “You would never lie about this. I. Believe. You.
I will always believe you. If Julie wants to be his victim
then that is on her. The guys and I all tried to reason with
her but she doesn’t see him for what he is.”
“You didn’t either. I tried to tell you but you
didn’t listen.”
“That was before I knew all this. I would have
never gone to bat for him had I known he hurt you. I am
so sorry I stuck up for him in Miami.” His eyes plead for
forgiveness. Forgiveness he didn’t have to ask for. He
made the best discussion possible with the information
he was given and I couldn’t fault him for it.
“It’s fine. It’s over now, and we can move on.
Clean slate.” I smile and wrap my arms around his neck.
Dominic nods and our kissing session resumes as
we peel off each other clothing. When his lips leave mine
to travel south to my chest, I take this opportunity to flip
the table. Put him in the hot seat for once. “Dom, why do
you think your parents aren’t proud of you. After
hearing you talk with your mom, I think she is very
proud of you.”
Dominic freezes and looks up at me with my
nipple still in his mouth. “You really want to talk about
my mother while we are both naked in the shower?” he
jokes after releasing me with a loud pop.
“No, but I though it is better we get everything out
in the open. Then, we can fuck until we can’t stand.” I
scrunched up my face in embarrassment as his mouth
flies open at my remark.
He shakes his head and drops his arms to his
sides.
“Tell me.” I grab the liquid soap from the outside
of the tub and rub it in my hands. Dominic’s face freezes
while he tries to figure out a way to explain his family to
me. With my soapy hands hovering over his chest I
silently encourage him to start. I won’t touch him until he
spills. He shows me he understands by rolling his eyes
and staring his own tale of woe.
“After Justin and I finished college my father
wanted me to get, what he calls, a respectable job. I
wanted to continue with the band and take us to the next
level. He said I was wasting my life and that I should
grow up and stop screwing around. My mother sided
with him and said that I should do ‘the band stuff’ on the
side while I worked full time.”
“Oh.”
“Yea, oh. They were always so happy about
everything Rocco and Chris did. Don’t get me wrong, I
love them like brothers, I do. But once my parents
adopted them, I was held to a higher standard while
everything they did was just fine. Even when Roc used to
get in trouble, he was let off easy. They would throw the
book at me for being anything less then perfect. I was to
be the example. That’s what my father used to say.”
“Have you ever told your parents how you feel?”
“I talked to my mom once, after we got signed.
She said that I was being selfish. She explained that since
they didn’t have a good start in life, and my parents took
the responsibility of them at such a late age, it was the
responsibility of the whole family to make them the best
they can be. I think now my parents regret making us
learn instruments. They are happy for Rocco and Chris
because this is a great opportunity for them. They didn’t
want to go to college. They got jobs after high school and
we played gigs on weekends.
“My dad said he was happy for me but I could tell
that he was just saying it because he is my father and he
thought it was the right thing to do. My mom has always
been in my corner but I know she wants what my dad
wants. No matter what I do, I will never do the right
thing in their eyes. If I got a job and left, then there is no
saying where Roc and Chris would be. If I stay with the
band, then my parents are disappointed. I can’t win, so I
do what I want, all others be damned.”
As I listened to Dominic explain how he didn’t
exactly fit into his own family I couldn’t help but realize
we were on the same path. I was like Jeckle and Hyde
with my family. I was one person with my father and
another at home. It was hard to keep it all straight and
even harder to do it with a smile on my face.
“I get it. It was the same when I was growing up. I
always felt
like that picture on the wall that no matter
how many times you straighten it, it still wound up
crooked anyway, so I did what I wanted. I was expected
to be the daughter of millionaire, Martin Hill, prim and
proper and nothing less. At home, I was the daughter of
the woman who ruined a family, and everyone’s
whipping boy. No matter where I was, I never fit in."
“Including sneaking off to bars to make out with
sexy guitar players.” Dominic chuckled while finishing
up washing himself.
“Especially that. My family had no idea. Mrs.
Cross kept tabs on me the best she could but my parents
were clueless. I mean, what Glen did happened right
under their noses and I don’t think they even had any
suspicion anything was wrong.
Dominic rinsed off silently, the tension was
getting thick at the mention of Glen’s name. I took this
opportunity to wash my hair so I was doing something,
anything, but try to determine what he was thinking. The
silence was defining. I watched as the soapy suds riveted
over the peaks and valleys’ of Dominic’s body. His head
thrown back and his jaw line hard and tight with anger.
When I was done lathering up my hair I cleared my
throat, bringing Dominic’s eyes back to mine.
“My turn,” I said quietly. Dominic nodded and
stepped aside to allow me to rinse my hair under the
water. When I close my eyes I felt his fingers rubbing my
scalp in circular motions.
“Once you’re done in here I can show you what
else I bought the day I got my tattoo. It has been burning
a hole in my pocket,” he whispered in my ear before
nibbling the sensitive flesh of my lobe.
I return his comment with a smile as he exits the
shower. “Hurry up or I will turn off the water. Done or
not.”
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I mock frustration.
“Not yet. But I expect you will be using that
phrase more than once tonight, Sweetness,” all trace of
kidding around is gone, replaced only by truthful
promises.
The excitement of his promise had me working
double time to finish my shower and brush through my
hair before leaving the bathroom. When I open the door I
see Dominic sitting on the edge of the bed still in his
towel, leaning back on his forearms. I drop my towel and
step toward him, wiggling my hips a little more than
necessary. A devilish smile slinking across his face tells
me I am in for a treat. Anything I can do to put a smile
like that on his gorgeous face; I’m in. He means the
world to me and soon this amazing man- who has just
removed his towel, and is fully exposed-will soon be my
husband.
“Here. This is for you…well, us really,” he says,
handing me a small black bag.
I open the bag and pull out a rubber, purple ring
with a lip on it. I have no idea what I am holding, but by
the grin on Dominic’s face, I am sure it has something to
do with sex. Dominic’s face falls while I inspect the object
in my hand trying to figure out what I am supposed to
do with it.
“Do you know what that is?” I shake my head in
the negative and he lets out a small snicker. “I think I am
happy to hear that. It’s a cock ring.”
“A…a what?” I ask him horrified. I have no idea
what that is or what it is used for, but I didn’t think it
would have such a crude name.
“A cock ring. A vibrating cock ring specificallyhere look,” he says while looking like an eager child at
show and tell. He takes the rubber ring from my hand
and slips it down his rock hard shaft and around his
balls. The little, rubber nub is peeking out from the base
of his shaft. I watch carefully, shocked that the tight circle
didn’t snap after being stretched to the max. The bright
purple nub against the dark backdrop of his wellgroomed manscaping, is very titillating.
Once he is happy with the placement he grabs my
hands and pulls me toward the bed. I lie down on my
back, very excited to get this show on the road. Dominic
moves over me very slowly, kissing me from my ankle to
my lips, never touching between my thighs or breasts.
Anticipation and desire pool between my legs.
“I could watch you forever.” He says as I open my
eyes. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly.
Dominic kisses my nose. With his left hand he
reaches between us and rubs the moisture leaking from
my body over his tip and through my folds. When he
positions himself at my entrance I feel warm tingles
course though my body. I hear a click then the hum of
vibrations between us. When his eyes lift up to mine he
slowly enters me and steadies his weight on his forearms
that are on either side of my head. Then he fills me to the
hilt. The nub on the cock ring hits my oversensitive clit
and forces me to jerk under him. A small moan squeaks
past my lips and makes my partner very happy. Dominic
must take that as a sign he is correctly in place and stills,
no longer moving.
At all!
I try and wiggle my hips to allow some friction
but his hips are pinning me to the bed. I can’t help but
groan from the vibration and the feeling of him deep
inside me.
“Dom…ple…ase,” I groan feeling his dick
twitching inside me, but still no movement.
“Shh, just feel it baby. Look at me. I want you to
keep looking at me,” he urges. My eyes open lazily and I
see him, watching me like he is seeing me for the first
time. The look in his eye is love and lust and…something
I can’t recognize. “I love you, Emma. Don’t ever leave me
again, okay.”
“I…wo…n’t- oh god,” I can feel myself getting
closer but before I reach my peak, Dominic pulls back
slightly so the nub is no longer where I desperately need
it to be. He again stills, driving my already sensitive body
into a frenzy.
“I can’t lose you, Emma. No matter how hard it
gets, don’t run away again. Whatever life throws at us,
we are in this together. Til’ death do us part,” Dominic
sighs and thrusts back inside me, placing the nub back in
place, where I desperately need it to be.
Thank fuck!
“Til’ death do us part, baby. I won’t ru…nnnnnn,
oh my….oh Dom…” I cry out as I feel the first burst of
my orgasm rip though me like a shock wave.
When my insides start clenching Dom pulls back
and thrusts into me with pounding force. After a few
thrusts, I can feel another flash of heat overtake my body,
sending me off into another mind-blowing wave of
pleasure. This time taking Dominic with me.
While Dominic is catching his breath I can feel the
vibration between my legs readying me for another
round and I can’t stifle the moan that emanates from
deep inside me. Dominic raises his head from my chest
and looks at me confused but once he feels me starting to
clench around him, his dick goes from semi hard to rock
solid as I finish my third orgasm in ten minutes. Dominic
pulls out of me after he grinds out the final round of
pleasure before falling on his back next to me. The sound
of buzzing and heavy breathing fills the room.
“Are you going to turn that off,” I giggle while
looking over at him.
“In a second,” he says as if he is concentrating.
I see he is still rock solid and it dawns on me that
the second go round was for me, not him. I sidle up on
my knees and take off my new favorite toy, before
slipping him into my mouth. I can taste myself as well as
him and it is turning me on more then I though possible.
I waste no time pumping and thrusting him over and
over until I feel him get stiffer in my hand.
“Baby, I’m gonna’…” and without finishing his
sentence he spurts hard and thick down my throat, filling
my mouth over and over again while thrusting his hips
up and down.
After I am confident I licked him clean, I climb on
top of him and smile. Shyly watching a calmness wash
over him as his breathing evens out.
“I am going to enjoy having you do that for the
next sixty years,” he says.
“Sixty years. You are still going to expect blowjobs
when you are in your eighties?”
Dominic looks up at me with a serious expression.
“Fuck yes. Just think of how good it will be when you
can take your teeth out first.”
“Ewww, Dominic. That’s disgusting,” I swat him
across his chest in disgust. Truth be told, the thought of
spending the rest of our lives together makes me feel
warm and safe. He pulls me next to him and I curl up
under his arm. I trace my hand over his chest thinking of
how our lives will be for the next sixty years as I fall into
a deep sleep.