Dom

My legs quiver when I push into a standing position. Nate’s cum slides down an ass cheek and heads for my thigh. “There are paper towels by the sink.” I point towards the kitchen and Nate saunters off in that direction. His thick cock swings between his legs while the muscles in his ass flex with each step. I bend back down over the half wall to keep anything from dripping onto the floor.

“Now that’s a picture I won’t get out of my head for a while.” Nate moves behind me and cleans me up, placing a splayed hand on one cheek while he wipes away the mess with the other. “I could look at you like this all night long, bent over, legs spread, and covered in my cum.” He lifts his splayed palm and slaps my ass. Hard.

I straighten and turn, resting my hands on the wall behind me and thrusting my tits out in front. He wants an image to remember, I’ll give him one he won’t forget.

Nate runs a finger along an angry red mark just above my nipple. “That’s a good one.”

“Do you like seeing your marks on my body? Your cum on my ass? Your handprint red on my skin?” I indicate the hickey on my breast and lift an eyebrow. “Are you marking your territory, Mr. Wellington? Claiming me as yours?”

Nate steps close to me, close enough to feel the warmth of his skin along my body. “I know better than to think that one little mark means I own you. Pleasure and pain live in the same house and boundaries are made to be broken.”

He leans in to kiss me and I turn my head. His lips land on my cheek.

Nate frowns and steps back. “What is it with you?”

I bend and swipe his pants and boxers from the floor and thrust them into his hand. “Your shirt’s down there.” I indicate the hallway that leads to the door. “You can grab it on the way out.”

“On the way out?” Nate looks shocked.

“I don’t do the staying thing.” I arch an eyebrow. “I’ll see you in the morning, Mr. Wellington. Thank you for a lovely evening. I trust you can find your own way out.”

As he stares in quiet disbelief, I turn and walk away, wearing nothing but my heels, my sagging stockings, and the red imprint of Nate’s hand on my ass.

* * *

I shower and change. Stare at my reflection in the mirror as I brush my teeth. My ice blue eyes blink back at me, bloodshot and cold. I can’t stop thinking about Nate. About this smile. His laugh. The rush of electricity coursing between us when we touch. Try as I might, I can’t get him out of my mind and that is definitely not part of the plan. What good is him leaving if I’m going to be stuck thinking about him the rest of the night anyway? I almost wish I hadn’t asked him to leave. Almost.

He put his hand on your throat and you liked it. He slapped your ass and you wanted more. You let him fuck you without a condom and then came on his dick, over and over, harder and harder, until your damn legs collapsed out from underneath you. That is not the way we do things, you dirty, dirty girl. No man gets to dominate you.

“Yeah, well, too much of the same thing gets boring,” I say to my reflection around a mouthful of toothpaste.

So what if I liked it? Nate was right when he said that boundaries are meant to be broken. I knew going into this that he was more man than I’ve ever had, that his strength of self, his domineering personality, it would all mean explosions in the bedroom. So I stepped outside my comfort zone. So I let him have some measure of control. It doesn’t mean anything. And so I can’t stop wishing Nate was still here. That doesn’t mean anything, either. He’s a handsome man. I respect his drive and intelligence and he made me come harder than I ever have. Of course I want more of him.

Sleep doesn’t come easily, despite my constant reassurances that relinquishing control to Nate—even the little tiny bit I gave him tonight—doesn’t mean that I’m losing myself. It doesn’t mean that I am vulnerable. It doesn’t mean anything except we had a good time. A damn good time. I smile to myself and roll over, tucking my pillow under my head.

My phone vibrates on the bedside table.

12:47 am Jacki-O: Is he gone?

12:47 am Me: Yep.

12:50 am Jacki-O: How’d it go?

12:53 am Me: Fine

12:53 am Jacki-O: How’d it really go?

12:59 am Me: I think I like him.

1:00 am Jacki-O: Then why did you kick him out?

1:01 am Me: I don’t do the staying thing.

1:03 am Jacki-O: I expect details.

1:05 am Me: You know I don’t kiss and tell

1:07 am Jacki-O: You’re such an asshole. :)

1:07 am Me: Love you, too.

I smile as I put the phone back on the table. My mind slows. The tumultuous thoughts wind down and then stop altogether. The last thing I think of before falling asleep is Nate driving into me from behind, his finger dancing across my clit as I came so hard I saw stars.