Control

Title: Control
Chapter 7
Author: Angelsdee
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Wet dreams and nightmares.
Author’s Note: ~~Depicts dreams~~. *Depicts subconscious thought*

He stood there just staring at the open door she just walked through. ‘She didn’t want me to be alone.’ He walked to the door and closed it. ‘Just like her.’

He walked down the hall and looked at each empty room. ‘All gone. I knew it was coming but not this soon.’ Then he turned and ran back up to his room.

He lay on his bed and looked at the envelope in his hand. His name written in Mia’s delicate handwriting. He clenched his eyes shut as he pulled out the letter. Prepared for the worst, he opened his eyes and started to read:

Dom,

I’m sorry I didn’t have the nerve to say this to your face but you have always been the dominant male in my life that makes me feel like a little girl and I couldn’t afford for you to reduce me to that now.

I met a wonderful woman just a short time ago. I saw her on the beach bravely fighting her own pain and all I wanted to do was help her but as it turns out…she helped me.

You know how painful this day has been for all of us. I didn’t think I would make it through to tomorrow…but I was wrong. Not only will I make it but I also look forward to it.

She helped me sort through all the emotions that were killing me after today and I feel hopeful, thanks to her, that everything will work out. I can deal.

You won’t be happy to hear this but I am going to find Brian. I love him, Dom. He completes me. I know you feel like he betrayed you…us…but if you sit back and think about it…he really saved us.

You and the team were on a destructive path any way you look at it. He became one of us intending to do his job but he ended up wanting to be with us for himself. He fell in love with me, he idolized you, he saved Vince’s life, he killed Johnny for Jesse, and he let you go.

Anyways, Mikaela is sending me to Texas and her family is going to find him for me. I’ll be well taken care of so don’t worry.

But Dom, when I find Brian, we are both coming back. So big brother, swallow your pride, anger and whatever else you have to because I won’t allow you to hurt my soul. Ask Mikaela about that one.

Be happy for me and keep an eye on my new friend. I get the feeling that she’s hiding too. I’ve never seen such suffering and rage in one person before. She seems so fragile and yet I know she can be hard if so provoked.

She’s an amazing woman, Dom. Keep both of you safe until I get home…with Brian.

Love, Mia

It wasn’t as bad as he thought it was going to be. The anger he felt coming from her during the drive down here seemed to have lifted after her encounter with Mikaela.

‘Suffering and rage. Fragile and hard.’ His sister picked up the same impression he had of her. He rubbed his jaw. ‘Hard is a bit of an understatement.’ He reached over and turned on his radio needing some background noise. ‘This song reminds me of her.’

On a lonely walk this morning
A light mist in the air
Now clouds laughing they meet in silence
Casting shadows through my hair

In the distance I saw her – woman
Dressed in black with eyes of gray
She wore her pain like a shackled spirit
Eternal life was her debt to pay

The lady wore black
It’s the sign of mind prisoners lives
The lady wore black
I see the years through the tears in her eyes
The lady wore black
Her mystic power’s calling me
The lady wore black

The winds song hissed a warning
Telling me to beware
Of this quiet shadowed woman
That love would set inside who shared
We sat for some time together in silence
Never speaking in words
Of all her thoughts
She spoke with her eyes
And I listened with every eye I had

The lady wore black
It’s the sign of mind prisoners lives
The lady wore black
I see the years through the tears in her eyes
The lady wore black
Her mystic power’s calling me
The lady wore black

The words she spoken of forgotten lives
Of all knowledge gained
The breeze I heard but I didn’t know why
With a smile she explained
I should’ve listened to the winds cold warning
And walked the other way
She touched my soul
And now I bear her sentence
But for her love I’d gladly pay

The lady wore black
It’s the sign of mind prisoners lives
The lady wore black
I see the years through the tears in her eyes
The lady wore black
Her mystic power’s calling me
The lady wore black
I know her love can set me free

He closed his eyes and drifted into sleep. Again with the thoughts of a raven-haired beauty running through his dreams.

~*~
Mikaela ran into her house, slammed the door and locked it behind her. She was still shaking from the onslaught that was Dominic Toretto. She walked on unsteady legs up to her room, stopped to turn on her stereo to kill the silence and collapsed on her bed.

Her eyes started to get heavy with sleep but she tried to shake it off. She was too raw from this night’s ordeal to defend herself against the dreams. She had won every battle she came up against tonight but this battle…against her exhaustion and the coming sleep…she lost.

~~She was lying on her stomach across her bed. She was having one of the best dreams of her life when she was drawn awake by the feeling of hands running down her back, over her ass, and down her legs.

She moaned at the touch. She felt a mouth on her neck kissing…nuzzling. “Keep your eyes closed”, whispered into her ear.

A pair of strong arms rolled her over onto her back. Then he grabbed her arms and raised them over her head. “Keep them there. Don’t move them. Do you understand?” She nodded her head silently. Eyes still closed.

A dark thrill ran through her. She was submitting to this man. She never allowed herself to be dominated by a man before. She hadn’t even seen his face only heard his familiar deep voice speak his commands.

Her mystery lover ran his hands down her arms until they reached the swells of her breasts. Her breath hitched and she could feel her nipples tighten into painful peaks waiting…craving…his touch.

He started to unbutton the silk teddy that covered her upper body. When he undid the bottom button he stopped, leaving her in anticipation of his next touch. He threw one knee over her and straddled her legs.

Then she felt his fingers grasp the unbuttoned silk and slowly edge it apart. Revealing first her cleavage and then a little more of her rounded flesh. He continued until her nipples were exposed to the night air and if it was at all possible they hardened even more.

When her entire chest and abdomen were exposed to his eyes, he ran a worshipping hand down the valley between her breasts to her belly button. “Beautiful.” He leaned forward and caught one of her nipples between his teeth and bit down. Pain and pleasure. She arched her back forcing her breasts towards him…offering herself to him…begging for more.

He released the swollen tip from his teeth and ran his tongue over it to lave away the pain. He switched over to its neglected twin and gave it the same attention. He pulled back to look at his handiwork. Two blood engorged tips glistening with his saliva and she was writhing with pent up arousal. “Absolutely beautiful.”

“Please…” she begged.

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you Dom.”

She opened her eyes but the face she saw wasn’t Dominic’s. It was her worst nightmare. She brought her arms up to defend herself but he caught both of her wrists in one hand.

“NO!”

He took his belt and looped it around her struggling wrists then bound it to the headboard of her bed. She was just about to scream when he clamped a hand over her mouth muffling her cries. “Shut up bitch!”

She struggled against her bonds, shook her head trying to dislodge his hand, and bucked her hips hoping to get him off balance. Nothing worked. She saw a glint of steel and she became frantic. “No-one will want a bitch branded with another man’s mark. You belong to me always.”

And he started cutting…into the flesh of her breasts. ~~

~~ Dom was having an erotic dream starring his latest obsession. Mikaela was allowing his touch. Begging for it. It was almost as if she had been deprived of touch for a long time. She was receptive, open, and eager to submit to his every whim.
He hadn’t even fucked her yet and she was on the verge of an orgasm just from his touch…on her skin. Her arms, neck, sides, legs, and breasts. He hadn’t even touched her between her legs but the smell of her arousal was urging him to get there soon.

Just as he was about to continue, she grew tense. Her body stiffened and her eyes shot wide open. He looked at her face and saw complete terror. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

She started to repeat the word “no” over and over and struggled with some unseen attacker. Then she stilled and locked her eyes on his. “Dom…help me!”

“I will, baby, but who’s hurting you?” He didn’t get an answer. Her struggle continued and then a blood-curdling scream tore from her lungs. ~~

He bolted upright in his bed. He still felt her terror even though he was wide-awake. ‘Dom…help me!’

“Mikaela!!”

He shot out of bed, ran down the stairs, and flew out the back door. By the time he reached the back of her house, he could hear her screams. He didn’t even slow down to try the door handle. He turned his shoulder towards the middle of the french doors and ran straight through them. He continued through the house, up the stairs, and into her room.

He found her writhing on her bed, her hands above her head, and screaming. ‘Just like my dream?’

He climbed on her bed and tried to still her movements. “Wake up! Come on! Wake up baby!” He started to shake her shoulders in an attempt to rouse her from the nightmare. He started to panic. She wouldn’t wake and her voice was hoarse from her screams.

“Mikaela! Wake the fuck up!” He slapped her across the face and her eyes snapped open. She looked at him with no recognition in her eyes. She frantically scrambled away from him.

“Please stop”, she pleaded.

“It’s ok now. It’s over”, he reached a hand towards her.

“NO!” She backed out of his reach and fell to the floor. He rolled over the bed and landed in front of her. Again, he reached out to her to check if she was okay. She crawled backwards on her hands and knees staying out of his reach. “No! Please! No more!”

‘She doesn’t know who I am.’ He crawled towards her slowly while she continued to scamper back. “Shhh. It’s ok. It’s me, Dom.” Still no recognition.

She finally backed herself into a corner. She rose up on her knees and placed a hand on each adjoining wall. She looked around for an escape route but there as none. He blocked her only exit.

‘She looks like a cornered animal.’ He got up on his knees and put his hands up in a gesture of surrender. He was directly in front of her but just out of arms reach. ‘Give her a little space and try to appear non-threatening.’

“It’s alright, Mikaela. Calm down”, he said softly. Although he tried to appear non-threatening, his sheer size alone scared the shit out of her.

“Don’t hurt me anymore, please.” She sobbed as she began to cower. “I’ll be good I swear.” She curled up into a ball on the floor and cried.

‘Oh shit. You fucking bastard! What did you do to her?’ He leaned over and gently picked her up. He got to his feet, cradled her in his arms, and carried her like a child over to her bed. Her arms were locked around his neck and her forehead rested along the side of his face. He could feel her tears hit his skin and roll down his chest.

He knelt on the edge of her bed and gently placed her in the center. She did not release her hold on his neck so he allowed himself to be pulled down beside her. She curled into his body, her head under his chin, and he wrapped her in his arms.

She was shaking like a leaf. He ran a hand soothingly over her hair. She started to mumble almost incoherently. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I promise. I’ll do whatever you want me to…just don’t punish me anymore.”

He clenched his eyes shut upon hearing her tormented words. Tears poured down his face and hit the pillow beneath his head. “It’s over now. You’re okay, baby. Mick, please…snap out of this.”

She tensed in his arms and her tremors lessened off. “Dom?”

He pulled back to look at her face. Her eyes were clear and focused. “Yeah. It’s me.”

She glanced around the room quickly then back up in his eyes. “Did you save me? Is he gone?”

“Yeah baby. He’s gone. He can’t hurt you anymore. It’s over.”

She tucked her head back under his chin, holding onto him like her life depended on not letting go. “It’ll never be over. He wants to hurt me. He gets pleasure from my pain. He will find me and he will destroy what’s left of me. It’s what he does.”

“You’re back now, aren’t you? You know it was just a nightmare?”

“Yes, I’m back. And it wasn’t just a nightmare. It was a memory.”

“How did you snap out of it?”

“You did it.”

“Me? I tried for almost half an hour to get you back. You just kept thinking I was him. How did I get you out?”

“You called me Mick.”

“Yeah, so.”

“Only one person has ever called me Mick and he never hurt me. Didn’t appreciate the slap though.”

“Sorry. I panicked and I also stumbled on your safe word.”

She snuggled further into his chest. “How did you know? That I needed…to come over here?”

“You can say it you know. That you needed me. I felt it. I was having this dream about…well let’s just say I was having this dream and all of a sudden I felt your terror. Then I heard your voice in my head asking me to help you and here I am.”

“You heard me?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

“My pleasure but you’re probably going to be pissed when you see your back doors. I’ll get them fixed for you tomorrow.” He started to pull back from her. “Look, I should go. You need some rest.”

She latched onto his shirt and burrowed into his chest. “Stay! Please. I don’t want to be alone…anymore.”

He wrapped his arms around her again and drew her onto his chest.

She yawned and muttered sleepily, “I started off with a great dream too. What was yours about?”

He laughed softly, “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“Ok. Tomorrow. When we wake up.”

They drifted off to sleep hugged tightly in each other’s arms.

~~The song “The Lady Wore Black” by Queensryche~~