Control

Title: Control
Chapter 6
Author: Angelsdee
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dom and Mikaela have a little confrontation.

She walked into the dark house and looked around. ‘Same floor plan as mine. How original.’

She made her way to the stairs that led up to the loft. Her head started to spin. The closer she got in proximity to him the more she felt the ground open up beneath her feet to devour her.

She climbed the stairs and found him lying face down across his bed. She made her way over to a chair beside the bed closest to where his head was situated. She sat and stared at his face. Then her eyes ran the length of him. ‘He’s beautiful.’

She noticed his brow furrow. ‘He’s having a nightmare. I know all about those, love.’ She reached a hand out and gently touched the side of his face. His features relaxed then suddenly a strong hand was gripping her forearm.

She rose from the chair just as he got to his feet. Her arm was still in his grasp. She started to backpedal until she met the bedroom wall.

She started to panic as this large man invaded her personal space. She brought up her other arm and pushed against his chest trying to move him away.

He grabbed her free arm and pinned both of them against the wall above her head. He wasn’t completely awake yet and the remnants of his nightmare had him in a defensive mood.

“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my fucking house?”, came the deepest voice she had ever heard. He hadn’t recognized her yet. Partly from sleep and also because her face was averted and hidden behind the curtain of her hair.

She was terrified. Memories of torture flashed before her eyes and she started shaking. “Let me go”, she said quietly.

“I asked you a fucking question?”

She mustered up some hidden courage and hardened her voice, “and I said let me fucking go!” She raised her head and peered at him through her hair.

He caught a glimpse of obsidian eyes and recognition sparked on his face. He captured both of her wrists in one of his large hands and used his free hand to move her hair from her face. The air seemed to leave his lungs in a rush. “It’s you.” He stared at her as if mesmerized.

Hard black eyes returned his stare. She was seething from his manhandling of her. Another flash of memory of forced sex…rape. “Yeah, it’s me. Now fucking let me go! Or do you get off on forcing yourself on women?”

He released his grip on her wrists but didn’t move away. She was breathing hard from anger and fear. He ran his eyes down her body. She was still dressed in the same sports bra and bikers shorts that he saw her in earlier. He watched her full breasts rise and fall from her breathing. ‘Beautiful.’ Then moved down to her taut stomach and shapely muscular legs. ‘Absolutely beautiful.’

She was rubbing the soreness from her wrists when she glanced up and saw his open ‘perusal’ of her body. ‘What a fucking pig!’ “Do you like what you see?” Her voice bit out sarcastically.

His head snapped up and he averted his gaze. For a second he was embarrassed he got caught checking her out. Then his male bravado kicked back in. He looked her in the eyes and put his hands on the wall just above both of her shoulders. Effectively caging her in with an act of male dominance, he leaned towards her and, with an arrogant smirk, he replied, “who wouldn’t?”

Her breathing got heavier. She remembered being inside of him. ‘Home.’ Her blood quickened and she felt a warmth run completely through her. ‘Oh for fucks sake!’ She brought herself under some semblance of control.

“Hey Tarzan! Would you back the fuck off?”

He didn’t move.

“Are you familiar with the concept of personal space?”

No answer. He seemed entranced. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, drawing in her scent. *Vanilla. Ocean Breeze. Want. Desire.*

He drew his head back and looked her up and down again. *Want. Desire.* He forced her legs apart with his knee and leaned fully into her. Pressing her bodily against the wall he placed his face against the side of her neck. He was nuzzling her skin lightly when he heard a breathy…

“What are you doing?”

He pulled back and looked at her. Her face was flushed and she was shaking with desire. “What your body is asking me for”, his voice flowed over her.

‘Downfall. Utter ruin. No!’

She placed both hands on his hard chest and pushed him back a step. Then she brought up an elbow and drove it up into his chin. He staggered back another step and she launched a side kick that caught him square in the chest.

He left his feet and landed on his bed. He sat there a moment to get some air back into his lungs. “What the fuck was that for?”

“What do you think, you fucking neanderthal? Do you think you have the right to just paw at me?”

‘What the hell came over me? Why in the fuck did I do that?’

*Want. Desire* He came to the realization that somehow this woman managed to once again strip him of his control. This time reducing him to basic primal instincts. “You. You did this to me. I felt something and I couldn’t help myself. Shit that sounds fucking lame. I’m sorry.”

“What do you mean you felt something?”

“This is going to sound …bad but I felt like you wanted me and…I could…smell your desire.” He hung his head. ‘Shame.’

She stared at the top of his shaved head with wide eyes. ‘I projected want and desire? That is impossible. I haven’t wanted or desired anyone in over 2 years.’ Then she took notice of herself. Her face felt flushed. Perspiration covered her skin in a light sheen. She was still breathing heavy and her head was still spinning. Then she knew, if the dampness between her legs was anything to go by, he was right.

He was watching her face. He could tell she was in deep thought and when her eyes widened he knew she believed him.

Her back met the wall and slid down it to the floor. She closed her eyes when the tears came and her body started to shake. She hugged her knees to her chest, buried her face in them and cried.

Again he felt a need to comfort her. To hold her in his arms and soothe her pains…protect her from her demons. He rose from the bed and knelt in front of her shaking body. ‘Fragile. Precious.’ He hesitantly reached out a hand and touched her hair.

Her head snapped up and she said with a small voice, “please don’t.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“Yes you will and we both know it.”

He drew back sharply as if physically burned by her words. “Who are you? What are you?”

“My name is Mikaela and no-one has ever asked me what I was before.”

“Sorry. That sounded shitty. It’s just whenever I am around you…something comes over me. I can’t seem to fucking control myself.”

“No…don’t. I understand what you’re saying but…I can’t give you an explanation for it.”

“Can’t or won’t.”

“I can’t. I don’t understand it myself.”

“It feels like a spell.” He tried to lighten the mood and asked in jest, “Are you a witch or something?”

She stood up quickly, slightly ruffled. “I haven’t cast a spell in years! Especially not a lo…lust spell or whatever the hell this is!”

He got to his feet when she did and caught her slip of the tongue. A smile slid across his face.

“What?”

“So this is something?”

“Are you fucking insane?” She looked at him as if he just grew a second head.

“Well, what is this? When I saw you earlier alone on the beach…I felt your pain. I wanted to help you. You looked like you were fighting the devil himself and losing! I wanted to give you the strength to win!”

‘You did.’

His voice was getting louder as he went on. “Then later…when I saw you with Mia”, he slowly stalked towards her, “when you looked into my eyes I felt you inside of me. You invaded me and I didn’t want you to stop!”

‘Neither did I.’

His anger was building and he kept stalking her across the room. Mikaela’s eyes grew large at his admissions and she walked backwards, desperate to keep a distance between them.

“And now I find you in my house, my room, next to my bed watching me! I felt you inside of me again! Begging me with your mind and body to take you, care for you, help you, and maybe even love you. I never felt anything like that before or wanted it so badly!” During his confession and rant, he finally walked her into another wall. His massive chest was heaving as he stared into her eyes waiting for her response.

Her eyes glazed over and she felt the desire sweep through her again. She closed her eyes and felt her arousal pool between her legs.

He watched her reaction. Eyes closed, her breasts were heaving, and her head dropped back against the wall bearing her neck to him. *Submission* He placed his hand between her breasts and felt her racing heartbeat.

Through her lust-fogged brain, she felt his touch on her chest. A memory flash of being held down…restrained. Her shirt torn…her breasts exposed. The tip of a knife…cutting. “No! I don’t want to be cared for, or loved, and sure as hell not taken! I don’t need anyone’s help! So don’t be inclined to feel anything like that on my account!”

She pushed by him, grabbed her bag, and ran for the stairs. She made it to the bottom when he finally caught up with her.

“Wait!”

He grabbed her left arm and spun her around. While spinning, she fisted her right hand and used her momentum to put considerable force behind the right cross to his jaw. His head snapped to the side and when he turned back to face her, he could’ve sworn he saw a fire burning in her black eyes. ‘She is pissed! That’s my girl!’

“I swear…if you don’t stop touching me…”, she spoke with barely contained rage through clenched teeth.

“If I’m not mistaken, you are in my fucking house! So again I ask, what are you doing here?”

She reached into her bag, withdrew Mia’s letter, and threw it at him. “Here! It’s from your sister! I had every intention of waiting until morning to give it to you but when I got back from taking her to the airport, I spotted your two friends making their great escape too!”

She calmed herself a bit and continued, “I came here to tell you that they are all gone. I didn’t want you to wake up and find yourself all alone.” She gave him a sad look and whispered, “just like me.”

Then she turned and walked out the door.