His Games, Her Rules

You know that feeling when you feel like you don’t have control, where everything is beyond your grasp, and no matter how much you hate losing control, everything just feels right? Like it’s okay to just let go and lose control if that means losing it to the one man who makes your heart beat.

That’s how I feel whenever I’m around Dominique Gray.

And there are times he’s not in the same room as me, but he’s all I could think about. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I don’t know what to do with this new feeling and fuck it if it’s not overwhelming.

I know I shouldn’t let anyone so close to me, because I’m running away from my past that’s threatening to consume my new life, but Dominique Gray doesn’t need permission. He holds the keys to my heart, and the right buttons to press to have my heart slamming hard against my chest.

I may have dated a few guys and even though the relationships were casual and not romantic, I have never felt this way with anyone before. The adrenaline rush, my heart skipping, my breath hitching in my throat whenever he’s close to me, and my never-ending want for him, everything is new, and it’s terrifying.

“What are you thinking?” Dominique asks, his fingers laced with mine as we stroll down the sidewalk, the cold evening breeze of Santa Monica cooling my suddenly warm skin.

I try to ignore the goosebumps already flooding my skin at the close contact as I turn to look at him. His idea of taking me out was cruising on a jet ski with me behind him and holding onto him as we surfed the waters.

I have never felt that alive in a long time, especially over something as simple as that. Then we grabbed a bite from a small fancy diner, and then we decided to take a walk, with Dominique’s unwavering gaze fixed on me.

“This.” I give him an answer to his question.

“What about it?”

I exhale, eyes locked on his as we walk.

“It feels so normal,” I point out, staring at the road and people. “Like we are a couple or some shit like that,” I say, brushing a stray strand out of my face and behind my ear.

“You want us to be a couple?” Dominique asks. I watch as the corner of his lip curls into a smirk as he flickers his gaze to my lips.

I can still feel his lips on my most intimate part and the feel of his tongue on my sensitive folds, eating away like I’m his last meal. What had happened back at the hotel suite was unexpected but then it felt so good. So good that I want his lips down there again, his hands on me, and even his strong body holding me down.

“Robyn,” Dominique calls my name as I blink my eyes and look away.

“I lost you there, didn’t I?” Dominique asks. I can feel him smirking at me as he watches me.

I blush, my eyes locked on the road up ahead just so I wouldn’t look him in the eye.

“Does your recent thoughts include my tongue on you, my fingers, and even my hands?” His voice is deep, smooth, and quiet as it sends a chilling vibration through my body and settles in between my legs.

I scoff, smiling as I turn my head to face him. He’s staring at me, blue, vibrant eyes searching mine with lust and an entirely different emotion in his eyes.

“Sadly, nope.”

Dominique chuckles, deep and sexy. “You’re not a very good liar, you know that?”

I look away, biting my bottom lip as heat rushes to my face. “You can’t prove that.”

“Sure.”

“Can I ask you something?” I ask, briefly turning to look at him before averting my gaze toward the road.

“What’s it?”

“Your mom,” I say. I can feel his suddenly tense muscles as he squeezes my hand in his.

“I can feel the tension between you two. And before we left the hotel, I may have overheard you two arguing.” I say.

Dominique pulls his hand away at once as I watch him slip them into his pants pockets. He exhales, jaws clenched, as he looks ahead, probably to avoid staring at me.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you in any way. I just…” I sigh, turning to look at him even though he’s avoiding my gaze. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.”

Slowly, Dominique turns to look at me, the look on his face is blank as he watches me for a second. Then, he sighs again and looks away. I guess he’s not used to sharing his feelings with anyone. I understand. I am not good at expressing my feelings either. I don’t mind keeping them all bottled up until it eats me inside out.

“I have never told this to anyone though, but my mom, she used to hit me and my sister. Growing up was shit. She would tell us to do something and when we do and fuck it up, we get punished. And her idea of punishment isn’t slapping or being grounded. No, it’s not. She would put us in ice baths, like real ice cubes filling up the bathtub with little water and she would tell us to stay in it until she thinks we’ve learned our lessons. And that means until the cubes have melted. It was hell.” I chuckle nervously as I feel the corners of my eyes sting.

God, why am I telling him this?

I can still feel the ice on my skin, the cold seeping through my pores. The memory is still fresh in my brain and it feels like it just happened yesterday. I shivered in that bathtub, my teeth gnawing at each other, and I literally thought I was going to die from the cold.

“And the ice bath is when she’s in a good mood. But when she is not in a good mood, she resorts to whips and every other form of punishment she could come up with. According to her, she wanted us to be perfect and what better way to do that rather than get rid of our flaws.”

I feel a hand squeeze mine as I flick my gaze downward, surprised to find Dominique’s hand holding mine. I look up, with Dominique already staring at me. There are different emotions swarming around his pupils and I recognize one of them to be pity.

He feels sorry for me. Fuck!

“I am not telling you this so you would feel sorry for me.”

Dominique sighs and squeezes my hand gently. “Yeah. Do you guys still keep in touch?”

“Nope. She’s in Italy, living the dream with my father. I hated her for a while, both my parents actually, until I couldn’t anymore. Grudge can drain the life out of you if you don’t let go.”

“So what would you do if she comes back and asks for your forgiveness?”

“I already forgave her.”

“You have?”

I turn to look at Dominique, with a small smile on my lips. “Yeah. She’s not worth occupying my brain. I forgave her already.”

“Is it weird I want to hurt your mom for putting you through that?”

My smile widens, with my heart palpitating, and a familiar electricity jolting down my back.

“It’s not.” I turn to look at him, our eyes locked in a heated gaze. “It’s actually sexy, even. I’m even getting a lady boner thinking about it.”

Dominique chuckles slightly, the deep sound calming my nerves as we stare at each other. When the chuckle dies down, he exhales.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“Nah, it’s okay. I just want you to know that when you think your family is complicated, just remember, mine is fucked up.”

“Yeah, I guess. My mom wasn’t abusive, at least not physically. Maybe verbally. She wanted the finer things in life. She wanted to have it all, travel around the world, dine and wine in luxurious restaurants, all that shit. And when my dad couldn’t provide these things for her, she walked out of our lives, not even once looking back. And then my father got arrested for alleged embezzlement, went to prison, and came out about two years later when the real culprit was found. He was innocent. All that happened and my mother never once picked up her phone to check on her children. And then everything turned out fine for us and she had the right to walk back into our lives like nothing happened.”

“Well, that’s cruel. But she’s your mother. I think she’s sorry and she regrets ever leaving in the first place.” I say. “People make mistakes, Emilio, and then they realize how bad they’ve fucked up. You should forgive her.”

“Emilio? Where did you get that from?” Dominique asks, a small smile playing on his lips as he watches me.

“I may or may not have heard your mother call you Emilio when she dropped by the hotel suite this morning.”

He exhales. “Right.”

“I think Emilio is hot. Sexy, actually.”

“Of course.” He scoffs, a smile on his lips as he licks his bottom lip.

“You don’t seem to like your middle name.”

“I do. I just hate it when my mom calls me that.”

“Shit.”

We stop by in a park, with a few people sitting on park benches as they stare at the evening sky. An ice cream truck is parked by the corner as I drag Dominique toward the truck.

“You want ice cream?”

“Yeah. I’m craving a little bit of sugar right now.” I say.

Dominique slips his hand into his pants pocket and pulls out a dollar bill. As he hands the bill to the ice cream man, I give the ice cream man my order. A few minutes pass by and the ice cream man gives me an ice cream cone, with vanilla and chocolate in a swirl on top of the cone. I take it, telling him a quiet thanks. As we turn away from the ice cream truck, I eat from the swirl, the cold sweetness landing on my taste bud and I moan.

Dominique watches me with need, his hand still laced with mine as I eat the ice cream. My tongue slips out of my mouth to slide slowly across the swirl. He groans, fighting the urge to slam me against the ice cream truck and merge our lips.

Oh, I’d love that.

The ice cream drops on the corner of my mouth, sliding downward, toward my chin.

“Fuck,” I curse, trying to slip out my hand from Dominique’s hold to clean the drop of ice cream before it drops on my dress.

“I’ll get it.” With his hand still locked with mine, Dominique raises his free hand to my face, his thumb grazing my skin as he wipes the ice cream drop off my face.

I watch him bring his thumb to his mouth as he licks his thumb clean off my ice cream residue. Damn.

That was hot. My mouth is slightly open and my breath hitches in my throat as I watch him. Suddenly, there’s a shift in the atmosphere as we stare at each other. There’s a twist in my stomach, a familiar feeling that I’m suddenly getting used to. Butterflies dance in my stomach, and an intoxicating feeling wash over me under his intense gaze.

“Boy, aren’t you something?” I say as my voice drops an octave. My teeth tug at my bottom lip as I stare into his piercing blue eyes.

“Well, you’re something,” he coos as he takes a step toward me, crowding my space and filling up my brain with his masculine scent and his expensive cologne.

Dominique frees my hand from his hold for the first time since we started walking as he runs his fingers through my hair. With his eyes still locked on mine, he brushes his knuckles down the length of my arm. His lips brush against my ear, his breath fanning my neck, as I visibly shiver.

Fuck, what’s he doing to me?

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me, Robyn. You have no idea how much I need you and how badly I want to be inside you again. To feel your warmth around my cock and watch you clench around me. Tell me, why did you eat that ice cream like that?” He whispers, his words dirty and seductive.

“I don’t think you want to know,” I whisper into his neck, slipping out my tongue as I slide it along the side of his neck.

Dominique groans, the vibration going straight to the sensitive flesh in between my legs. I hear a loud vibration as I take a step backward. Dominique straightens himself, his complete attention is still fixed on me as we stare at each other heatedly.

Without breaking our heated gaze, Dominique pulls out his phone from his pocket and shifts his gaze to the device in his hand.

“It’s Leo. They’re getting ready for the rehearsal dinner.” Dominique says as he locks the screen of his phone and slips the device back into his pocket.

“We should head back.” He says and I nod.

“And this isn’t over.” Dominique whispers as he holds my hand and leads me out of the park.

I smile, tossing the ice cream in a nearby trash can.

“Is that so?” I ask, referring to his last statement.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“Trust me, Robyn, you don’t want to know about all the dirty things I plan to do to you. Just put it at the back of your mind, I’m just getting started, at least not until I make you cum for me over and over again.” He whispers. His dirty promises leave my mouth dry and my panties moist.

Boy, I can’t wait.