Control

Title: Control
Chapter Eight
Author: Angelsdee
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Exploration and ownership.
Author’s Note: *Depicts subconscious thought* Again dark. All me in Technicolor. Except my hubby dealt with this mess not the delectable Mr. D.

She was wrapped in a blanket of warmth. A spell of protection. A feeling of safety. Nothing could touch her here. ‘She’s safe in my arms.’ He was in between sleep and wake. He felt her draped over his body. One of her legs wedged between his. He came awake completely when he felt her stretch sinuously on top of him. Her breasts rubbed against his chest and her knee pressed gently into his groin. ‘Oh yeah. I’m definitely awake now.’ He thought as he felt his cock stiffen.

She moved completely on top of him. Her face nuzzled into his neck. Her small hands gripped his shoulders. Her chest pressed against his. Her thigh nudged into his groin again and when she felt his bulge press against her pelvis, she wiggled her hips to try and get comfortable.

Dom was anything BUT comfortable. The friction she applied with her wiggling made him harder than ever. He screwed his eyes shut with the pressure. ‘Oh God.’ She wouldn’t keep still and it was driving him crazy with need. He turned his head to look at her sleeping face. ‘She looks angelic.’ She rubbed against him again and he held his breath, ‘but that hip moving thing is fucking wicked!’

He brought a hand up and ran his fingers through her dark locks. His other hand moved down her back to her hip in an attempt to still…’or encourage’ her movement. ‘Fuck she feels so good.’ He moved his hand down her hip and cupped her ass. She continued to move against him and he bucked his hips up to grind harder into her. ‘What the fuck am I doing? Rubbing myself off on her sleeping body, that’s what I’m doing. She definitely isn’t helping me be a fucking gentleman.’

He stroked the side of her face and whispered, “Baby. Wake up.” Her eyes fluttered open and looked into his. She flashed him a peaceful smile, ‘angelic’, then snuggled against him again. ‘Nope. She’s fucking wicked.’

“Morning”, she smiled.

“Yeah it is”, he said in a strained voice.

She focused on his eyes that were as black as hers. She saw his tense face and concern crossed hers. “What’s wrong?”

He saw her worried expression and said, “its nothing bad. Calm down. But…I’m having a bit of a problem.”

She rose up on her forearms to look at him but in doing so her lower body ground into him harder. He sucked in a gasp of air and grit his teeth. “What is it?”

He actually blushed with embarrassment. Completely out of character with his nature but this girl could…unman him.

“Uhh. If you don’t stop that wiggling around thing that you’re doing”, he gave her his biggest shit-eating grin, “I’m going to cum in my pants.”

Her eyes widened and she blushed furiously. “Oh!” She got flustered and looked away. “I’m…I’m so sorry.” She went to move off of him but he tightened an arm around her shoulders. The other hand gripped her ass.

“No! Don’t move!” She froze at his command. He moved the arm from her shoulders and cupped the side of her face in his palm. His thumb moved lightly over her cheek.

“I want to touch you.” His voice was thick with desire. She stared at him with wide eyes. Her bottom lip started to quiver and she didn’t answer. “Please. I want to touch you.” He rolled them over so that she was on her back and he was on his side, resting on one arm, and a leg draped over her thighs.

She was nervous. Her eyes looking everywhere but at him. Her small hands kept fisting with tension. “Baby”, he gently grabbed her chin and turned her face to meet his gaze. She averted her eyes, “baby, look at me.” She turned her frightened eyes to his. “I need to touch you.” Her gaze held. “And I think you need me to touch you.”

Her eyes glanced nervously…shyly…over his face. She was shaking and she bit her bottom lip to stop the quivering. Not trusting her voice, she lowered her eyes and nodded her head once in surrender to him.

‘She’s trusting you, asshole. Don’t fuck up.’

“Close your eyes, baby.” She looked up at him, startled. “Shhh.” He placed a finger over her parted lips, silencing her protests before they started. “Trust me. I want you to feel this. Please. I won’t hurt you. I’ll stop anytime you want. Just…trust me.”

She closed her eyes. Her second surrender to him.

He ran his fingertips slowly across her forehead, down her nose, over cheekbones, and down to her chin. Then he gently ran his finger over each of her eyelids and then traced it over her lips. Her full, lush lips drew him in and he couldn’t resist placing a soft kiss on them.

She pulled back slightly and gasped softly at the contact. He stopped and watched her for a second, waiting for something that didn’t come. She didn’t say, “stop”. Her eyes were still closed, her breathing was a little heavier but she was waiting for his next touch.

He took her hands in his, linking their fingers, lifted her arms over her head and placed them on the bed. Their fingers still locked, he threw a leg over her and straddled her hips. He lightly traced the lines of her palms, then moved to her wrists, down to her inner elbows, and finally her shoulders.

A light sheen of perspiration broke out on her skin. She was laboring to take deep calm breaths but failed horribly.

He watched a small drop of sweat run from the middle of her clavicle down the valley between her breasts to disappear under her bra. He took his fingertip and began to lightly run it down the line of moisture on her skin. When he reached the start of her cleavage, she started to shake.

He looked back up at her face. Her lip was still quivering and her eyes were clenched a bit but still no “stop”. He took both hands and skimmed down her sides. Brought them across her midsection to meet over her belly button. She clenched her abs as his fingers brushed over them. And flinched when his fingers skimmed under the waistband of her shorts.

Her lips parted in a gasp and she started to breath solely through her mouth. ‘It’s too much. I can’t.” Her mind was reeling. She hadn’t had more than a handshake for physical contact in over 2 years. In little under 10 hours, Dom had touched every inch of her in one way or another but she couldn’t say stop. ‘Why? Why am I letting him in? No-one’s ever…I never let anyone…’

She felt his weight shift forward and his breath against her ear. “Baby…can I see you?”

She sucked in a breath and opened her eyes. She looked at him with fear and uncertainty. “I…I can’t”, she muttered with a choked sob.

“Yes you can, Mick.” He tried to assure her.

She shook her head. “No. You can’t see. You wouldn’t want to…”

He took her face between his hands and looked into her eyes. “Mick, I want to see you. Touch you. Feel every part of you.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “No…if you saw, you wouldn’t want…”

“What baby?”
In a tiny voice came a whispered, “me.”

“Mick, I want you already.”

“Why? You don’t know me or anything about me.”

“I do know you! I know your strength, felt your pain, and I’ve seen your compassion. I’ve felt you inside my soul. I can’t fucking explain it very well but I know you are a part of me now and I’m not letting you go!”

He watched her face fall. Almost resigned to her fate at his hands. Tears ran freely down her face and she surrendered to him again. Shaking, she closed her eyes and brought her arms down to her sides placing her hands on his thighs. Then she nodded her head.

He felt a rush pass through him. He broke through one of her walls and it gave him a thrill of satisfaction. Yet, he was scared…afraid of hurting her more. ‘Precious and fragile.’ He leaned forward and brushed a lock of hair from her face. ‘I don’t deserve her or what she is giving me. But damn it, I can’t help but feel selfish and want it. I want all of her. Every hidden piece of her.’

He ran his hands down her throat to her collarbone. His fingers found a small scar over her right collarbone hidden by her sun-darkened skin. ‘Broken.’ He traced his fingers lightly down her chest to rest at the rise of her breasts. His eyes focused on the silver zipper in the middle of the fabric that kept her beautiful flesh hidden from his eyes.

He grasped the tab between his thumb and forefinger and looked at her. She had her eyes clenched shut, tears running unchecked, her mouth was trembling, her body shook with fear and her hands gripped his legs hard. ‘Terror.’ He slowly edged the zipper down and her grasp tightened on him to an almost painful point.

Just when the zipper released the material, her arms flew up to cross over her now exposed breasts, shielding them from his view. He tenderly grasped her wrists and met resistance when he tried to move them.

“Baby, keep your eyes closed but let go.” She submitted to his will and he slowly uncrossed her arms and stretched them above her head. Then he turned his gaze to the sun-kissed skin of her breasts. They were exquisite.

And then…he saw the scars. There was one on the outside of both. A letter “B” on the right breast and a “C” on the left. ‘His fucking initials! He cut his fucking initials into her!’ He felt her start to shake uncontrollably.

A whimper escaped her throat and tears poured from her closed eyes. “You can go now”, she said in a voice torn with pain.
“Why would I do that?”

She looked at him with eyes red from crying. Confusion on her face, she asked, “why would you want to stay?”

He gave her a smirk and said, “Because I have you right where I want you? Half naked and pinned under me.”

She brushed off his joke and asked seriously, “Why would you want a woman with another man’s mark? He took great pleasure in branding his ownership on me.”

“First of all”, he leaned down and placed a light kiss on one scar, “I want you more now than ever before.” Then he moved and gave a kiss to the other scar. “Secondly, and I want to be real fucking clear here so look at me.” She trembled but obeyed his command and stared into his eyes.

He was on shaky ground here. She had clearly been abused to the point of breaking but was fighting hard to regain her sense of self. Somehow he just knew he had to be hard with her. She was a strong woman and handling her like she’s made of glass would not be the way to break the protective walls she built around herself. He had to dominate her but, at the same time, show her that he wouldn’t hurt her.

Pushing down his own fear and doubt that he might be wrong…that he would hurt her…lose her…he looked into her crying eyes and said, “you belong to me now!” She shook harder with his words and he felt a great pain in his chest but he continued.

“I own you. Every part of you is mine and no one fucks with what’s mine. Do you understand?” He threw down the gauntlet and held his breath waiting for her reaction. Hoping the bottom wouldn’t fall out of this new world he was living in…her. Then he heard what he was silently praying for.

“I understand.”