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Start of Darkness (Google and Skittish_butterfly)

Dominick was grinning up at Erin and all was right with her world. Their bodies were in delightful contact that made her want even more: her thighs straddling his middle and her legs pulled in against his hips and thighs, her belly and breasts lightly against his chest, riding a little high on him and looking down at his self-confident smirk. There was an awareness in Erin that she was supposed to find that look and some of his behavior a little arrogant, annoying, but on Dominick it just made her heart pound harder, made her hips eager to move and dance with his.

He didn't break eye contact, didn't stop that smirk, not for a second, as his hand reached up to brush her cheek. Erin turned into his palm, her eyes closed at the gentle touch. It was a caress that stroked all the way over her ear and through her hair to her neck, leaving a trail of tingling pleasure everywhere he touched. She felt so awake and alive. Erin was reminded of how big he was, how large his hands compared to her own, by the feeling of his fingers wrapped around her neck, his thumb almost on the other side of her throat, and it made her shiver once to feel in such hands.

She didn't react at first as his fingers squeezed a little, just turning back from the caress of her cheek to look in his eyes again. But he squeezed more and then a little more still, until she couldn't help noticing it. Erin was puzzled, and then a little anxious, remembering a few of the things he'd said the night before, remembering a few of the nervous boundaries he had pushed. He squeezed a little more, and her hand lifted from the side of his head, hanging midway between the bed and his grip as her mind circled around the instinct to pry his fingers loose, to ensure she could breathe. But this was Dominick. She knew him, she could trust him. As he held her tightly around the throat, keeping her still, her hand wavering indecisively, she saw in his eyes the way he looked at her how much he wanted her. The idea he wanted her that much that he could barely control himself, that she made the man in him so challenging to control, well, it gave her a sudden rush. Her hand settled back down, not on the bed, but lightly on his chest. She held still, trying not to panic, wanting to give herself to him. He wasn't choking her, not quite. She was ok. He just wanted her. This bad. And she wanted him, maybe more. She could feel her hips moving just a little, felt him between her legs, pressing down.

He whispered, making his little clever half-threats sound like the sexiest things she'd ever heard. Dominick didn't need to grip her around the throat and control her like this to get what he wanted. But as he stared up at her with a little danger in his eyes, his confidence wrapped around her wind pipe, she didn't mind if he chose to take what he wanted rather than wait for it to be given, if what he wanted was her. Erin felt her insides doing wet little somersaults as he talked about eating her, keeping her in bed and taking her over and over. it was driving her nuts and she was sure her face was bright red as she breathed shallowly through parted lips. She stiffened at a sudden surprise, tight grip of her most sensitive part, squeezing her, making her wince and squirm but still holding her still. Erin moaned softly, aching in his gripping fingers, feeling like she must be soaking him as he teased her more about maybe not letting her out of this bed, cuffing her here and she just felt little lights going off in her head of the thought of him on top of her, behind her, anywhich way he pleased without being able to stop him, not that she would want to. She was moaning softly almost like he was actually doing it to her, strangely all right with the dark thought of being handcuffed to Dominick's bed, since it was for such a good purpose.

He stopped her moans with his mouth, silencing and taking her breath away in so many ways. His kiss was hard and urgent, deep and insistent and her tongue responded to him completely, accepting him like her mouth belonged to him. But his fingers tightened even more, and she felt on the edge of being actually choked, like she could feel her pulse pounding against his squeezing fingers, reminding her with every beat how much her heart wanted from him. She was scared and enthralled and overwhelmed, being kissed like she'd never even dreamed of, belonging so completely to a man she'd never even dreamed of. Her hand on his chest held on to his shoulder, the thick muscle, and her other moved to his face, feeling the light stubble of a night's sleep against her soft finger tips with such wonder. His hips knew where to press, making her feel like she would be his any second, wanting it so badly she almost whimpered with need into his kiss. She held him tight, seeking to pull them as close together as humanly possible and then a little closer still, until they overlapped.

Then he ended it with an exclamation point. His sudden release of her throat made it clear by comparison how hard he had actually been gripping her, and she her neck missed the warmth of his embrace, even if it scared her to realize. The kiss ended,leaving her gasping against him, her lips feeling swollen and tingling and wanting to kiss him again, and more. Her eyes scrunched shut and she flinched as he gave her a little smack right up between her legs, but even though it hurt the teeniest bit, it told her he wanted her too, that he was on the edge just as much as she. So why wouldn't take the plunge? Why would he take the leap and dive, go deep in her? Couldn't he see how she wanted him? How electric his touch was on her skin? Didn't he feel it too?

And suddenly, as she was trembling on top of him, her hand still stroking his stubbled cheek, he was just smiling back at her. He gave his own thoughts for the day and Erin felt she loved his ideas even more than her own. He wanted to show her off! Like her presence made him better! She wasn't a secret shame, a little toy he was playing with and discarding now that morning light shown and reality returned from the nights wonderful dreams. The dream wasn't over and Erin didn't want it ever to be over. She was smiling, lips still yearning to kiss him again, but she wanted to hear what he wanted to do so she restrained herself, harder than she thought it would be.

Did he say Homecoming? Her, at Homecoming? She was always the outsider. Always to busy cleaning the trailer and emptying ashtrays to be bothered even thinking about it. Even Cinderella dreamed of the ball, but the only time Erin had come even close was when her Mom had been sleeping with a classmate's dad for about a week and a half the year before, and the son had asked her to the dance with the line, "So, your mom puts out, I figured maybe you'd like to go to Homecoming, and you know." He had finished the invitation with winks and lewd gestures. Erin didn't even count it as having been asked out, certain that he had at best been mocking her and at worst assuming she was a school whore.

His talk of sneaking into the dressing room and doing things to her made her smack him playfully on the shoulder, "Dominick, I mean... someone would... you aren't allowed to... " She was blushing hard, and already imagining what she thought he meant, his finger working between her legs but not in a bed room or a private pool or darkened theater. Erin nodded, "I'd like that. I'd love it." She realized he might think she was talking about all of it, but as she thought about it, she decided she could live with that.

She stayed still looking into his eyes. How much better could her life get? Look at how much had changed just in the last week, last day, last hours. Dominick was the antidote to the poison of her life. Erin wanted to be seen on his arm, to be Dominick's girl, for every one to know. She even wanted to find out if he was teasing her or if he really would sneak into the girl's changing room -- didn't they have cameras? Did Dominick even care? It was like he somehow floated above the expectations and worries and complications that twisted her own path through life into a pretzel, and it was intoxicating.

"But if we're going to do that, we need to eat first -- food, silly! If you're nice to me, though, we could put some other things on the menu too." She kissed his nose. "And I need to get dressed. Is what I wore last night ok? I never really even imagined, you know... that I'd need another outfit." She felt a more urgent need as the pace of the day just started to pick up. "Right now, though, last one to the bathroom is a stinky egg and has to hold it in!" She really needed to go. Fortunately she was on top!
 
That fear in her eyes, just a tiny hint of it as his hand had tightened around her neck before his lips crashed against her. For a moment it had seemed as though she would try to reach up and stop him but instead her hand came to rest on his chest as though she might be able to push him away should things go to far. It was cute really, she was entirely powerless, the more fear and weakness there was for Dominic to see the more he enjoyed himself, the harder his cock seemed to get, and the more he wanted to just pin her down and fuck her senseless. It wouldn't be hard, he could lift her easy enough, throw her up against a wall, and press his cock into her ass while she screamed, until she could scream no longer and was left a limp little doll in his arms.

Unfortunately she made the mistake of remarking on what he couldn't do after his suggestion about the time in a dressing room. Of course he expected her to go to the dance with him, just an excuse to show her off, to enjoy the jealous looks from those who wish that they were with either him or Erin rather then the date they currently had, and of course a willingness to take advantage of the increasingly romantic setting... able to make her do whatever he wanted because of atmosphere of the evening. None of that mattered though at that very moment, Dominic did whatever he wanted too, he always had done whatever he desired with little real consequences, what made Erin think that she would be able to control the man whom she had fallen for.

A darkness flashed through his eyes right then and there, a tightening of the jaw, a vein in his neck standing out for a moment. “I can do whatever I like Erin...” He growled to her. “Don't forget that you are always on the menu, I can have you whenever the urge should strike me.” There was no further move from him, the eyes narrowed he was clearly on the edge of violence, but instead a deep breath was taken and his lips brushed over hers. He had been so close right then and there, just the slightest stimulation away from fucking her like an animal in heat, but he was restraining himself and carefully lifted her from his body, setting her on the bed with the utmost care, before there was a push to her chest and Dominic was up from the bed and practically sprinting for his bathroom... Erin wasn't the only one who had to piss and Dominic was feeling quite competitive now that his momentary brush with anger had passed, and he was hardly the sort to play fair about the whole set up, the push had given him quite an advantage that made making it to the bathroom ahead of her wasn't very difficult.

He didn't bother closing the door, uncaring about privacy as he lifted the toilet seat and took hold of his slightly softened cock, pointing it into the toilet and with a sigh let loose the pressure he hadn't been aware of until she had suggested the race to the bathroom. He kept himself well hydrated most of the time, leading to a quite long and potent steam until he was finally drained, shaking away any lingering moisture before looking over to Erin again. “All yours, but you should hurry up, I dislike showering alone.” He told her with the charming smile that he normally employed, even a quick wink before he turned on the shower, making sure the water was warm and waiting for her to join him.
 
Erin was still atop Michael, straddling his hips, her smile a playful challenge. The way his face went dark, his growled response, it scared her and thrilled her at the same time. He could do whatever he wanted, was his point, and what he wanted apparently was for her to remember she was always on his menu, whenever he wanted her. It was arrogant, possessive and controlling, but as he followed with the lightest brush of his lips against hers, Erin sighed into his breath, so ridiculously turned on to be wanted so ridiculously beyond reason. Her eyes closed and she melted into his lips, lost in the idea that he really was crazy for her, absolutely crazy.

She felt him lift her like she was his doll, so easily, her eyes popping open to see the way he looked at her. He was setting her down on her back, so gently. This had to be it. He was finally going to....

He was kneeling over her, in such a position he could have had her in a second, her legs already open for him with a mind of their own, when he pressed her down into the bed with a firm shove right in her chest, taking her breath away in more ways than he knew, and vaulted away with liquid grace to the floor and cat like quickness Erin knew she could never match. Dominick was a different kind of creature than she was. He was perfect, strong and streamlined and ready for anything, in control of himself and everything around him. She felt like she was all hips and softness and suddenly felt silly for even challenging him in play as he was already in the bathroom in full gloat. It should have felt immature to Erin, but she was lying, still catching her breath, more amazed and turned on than annoyed.

She padded over slowly, not fully trusting her voice yet, until she reached the open door, saw him just finishing up in the toilet, not even having bothered to close the door. The sight of his large cock and the strong stream was mildly gross to Erin, but still it was just like another confirmation to her swirling insides that he was so incredibly... male. When he turned to her, still doing that silly little shake thing she always saw men do in movies when they're at their urinals, he was smiling, charming as ever, as if having met her challenge was all he needed to prove, and he could be magnanimous in victory. All yours, was how he'd put it.

"Well, thank you. I guess I'm the stinky egg, this time." She probably shouldn't challenge him again, it was clearly not a winning proposition, but strangely Erin couldn't help thinking about the way he responded, the way it made her feel even now, and she thought to herself she was going to have a hard time not making sure there was a next time. She would lose, but the thought of seeing the real Dominick come out and claim victory even over her, Erin didn't think she would mind that so much, no.

She padded in, feet bare on the tiles. Erin flushed the toilet for him with a slight grimace as he moved to the shower instead of the door. She bit the left side of her lower lip, a little uncomfortable now. Too many years in a small trailer, too many years avoiding men who seemed to develop a knack for accidentally getting a peek at her doing various things they had no business with. "Dominick, do you mind if I pee before... we... shower?" He would understand what she meant, the need for privacy, Erin's first trailer park flashback in hour upon hour suddenly making her a little bit tongue-tied around him, strangely awkward around the bathroom subject. And she didn't want to do anything to dull his mood, his seeming invitation to shower with him -- to wash each other's bodies? It made her shiver as she watched him, his muscles moving as he prepared the shower for... them.
 
Competition, Dominic had been raised to face competition with an eager grin. He had been trained through his upbringing to see any competition as a challenge, and any challenge as something he should be the best at. Before his parents had risen to the current levels of success they had enjoyed, back when they had just been successful and well off rather then immensely successful and quite wealthy bordering on the lines of rich, they had more time to spend with him, teaching him that if he wasn't always aiming to be the best then he might as well just give up. He was their son, he was always going to strive, succeed, and get just what he wanted no matter who stood in his way. They had taught him how to throw a spiral, break a tackle, and intimidate those who opposed him to make the victory even easier without ever loosing the charm that made people want to be on his side... because everyone loved a winner.

Dominic had learned well, perhaps too well considering the way that the world around him was essentially a game that he was incapable of loosing, his occasional outbursts of anger only making the game more interesting.

It all came together to make Dominic the sort of young man who took a race for the bathroom seriously, who would clearly enjoy his victory and yet even when gloating he wouldn't take it too far. Maybe later he would claim some sort of prize from Erin, letting her know that he had of course won what he wanted when he had beaten her. The little title of stinky egg was amusing but pointless, his prize would be something far more enjoyable when he decided on what he wanted... or to be more accurate narrowed down the list of what he wanted.

After turning on the shower and Erin padded into the bathroom Dominic was moving to the sink, using a can of shaving cream to quickly lather up his face and then applying a straight razor, an affectation he had picked up because he thought it looked cool and now enjoyed because of the quality of the shave, to his face to remove the cream and the stubble. “Erin...” He said slowly, looking at her through the mirror as he shaved. “After last night I think that it is a little bit silly for you to be bashful right now, go ahead and pee.” He turned to her, grinning a little bit, “After all the sooner you finish up the sooner you get to wash me.”

Of course he knew that she would enjoy that offer but he expected she would still be embarrassed. For Dominic it wasn't the act itself that he would enjoy but instead the power that it was demonstrating over her. She might be embarrassed about the entire set up but Dominic didn't care about that at all, he was the one who was in charge and Erin needed to figure that out as quickly as possible, she would either do what he wanted her to right away or she could just stand there and wait for him to leave until she was unable to wait any longer.
 
Erin waited expectantly for Dominick to leave her alone for a few moments, but privacy didn't seem to mean anything to him, maybe because he always had as much of it as he wanted in this house, and with parents who probably knew what the word boundaries meant, probably didn't have to bolt the door to keep pervy guys from accidentally walking in on him time and time again. But if they were going to be together, was it fair that she constantly expect him to adapt to her just because she was the poor girl with the rough upbringing? Only what was she supposed to do? He wasn't leaving. Instead he started shaving, and not the quick electric thing either but the classic way like in all the old movies.

She watched him working carefully, his strong jaw covered with white foam. She could hear the slow scrape, scrape, scrape of the blade against his whiskers. It made her shiver as much from a desire to take the blade from his hand and experience that sensation and shave him herself as from the growing undeniable need to pee. He thought she was just bashful. He had no idea, but why should he? She really was being bashful, she could see it now. After everything they'd done, was it such a big deal? And she did want to soap him, and feel his hands so wet and soapy on her.

Lowering the toilet seat Erin sat down and watched him with interest. She tried not to think about peeing, but to just let it happen as if he couldn't see her, but nothing came. His eyes glanced at her in the mirror, not quite staring, but she could see them, could feel them on her every few seconds. Her blush came too easily and she looked away. She kept her legs together and turned toward the other wall, closing her eyes. She could still hear the scrape, scrape, scrape of the blade. Finally, she felt it start, the sound of the flow against the porcelain, her unreasonable embarrassment growing and making the color spread, which made her all the more embarrassed.

It was with a sigh of relief she felt it slow to a trickle and stop. As she reached for a little of the paper and wiped gingerly she couldn't help see him still glancing at her as he shaved so calmly, as if nothing had happened. Erin took a deep breath, trying to grow into this new way of doing things, trying to relax but finding it so hard. Her only answer to hide her embarrassment and soothe her nerves was to get up and pop into the shower, adjusting the water and letting the hot spray pound on her back and shoulders. The water spilled over her face, and she imagined it washing her blush right away so he wouldn't see it. She ran her hand over her face and and brushed her thick wet hair back from her eyes, and watched him finish his intriguing shaving operation with more patience, waiting for him to join her with less patience.

"Who's the stinky egg now, slow poke?" She laughed and splashed a little water from the spray over the shower, hoping to get him at least a little wet. He deserved it for doing that to her. He wasn't playing fair, in so damn many ways.
 
He hadn't been watching her directly, he hadn't been obvious about the attention that he paid to her but he had been watching, enjoying the power that he had over her. Oh she was embarrassed, blushing so vividly and keeping her legs pressed so close together as she watched him carefully in the mirror as if afraid that he might be paying attention to her. It wasn't the act itself, he didn't find the fact that she was pissing to be exceedingly erotic but the power that he had over her, the fact that she hadn't wanted to do it but was doing it without too much of an objection only served to excite him further. He came close to cutting himself more then once, the blade starting to scrape a little more roughly over his skin and he grinned, a little bit distracted. Fortunately he was experienced using the blade to keep his face clean and as he flicked the last of the cream from that blade and patted his face with a towel in order to make sure the last of it was cleaned off.

It was only when he was just setting aside the towel that he felt the water splash over his back. There wasn't much water there, clearly just thrown with cupped hands rather then using the hand held shower head to its full effect, but it made Dominic grin a little wider, she had just invited a small punishment on herself, so far he had been nice enough to ensure that she enjoyed herself each and every time he had teased her... but now he might have to just let her sulk in need for a while.

Still grinning he turned towards the shower, enjoying the way the water pooled over her body and stalking towards her, clearly he had something in mind but he wasn't just going to let her in on it. Opening the shower door he quickly stepped in, dominating the spacious area with only his presence as he moved in on Erin, arms spread wide to trap her in place in one of the corners of the shower, leaning in over her as the water soaked them both, dripping from his face down towards her own as he grinned at her.

“You should know better then to just play like that.” He teased her with a smile as he reached for the shower head, lifting it from the hook where it was set on the wall, pulling it down and with a single finger moving the small selector slide down a little bit, moving it from a steady and rather pleasant rain of warm water to something more interesting, a single powerful and steady stream pouring from the shower head and over Erin's leg, Dominic carefully and slowly moving that stream of water up her thigh towards the slit that was so often the focus of his attention, not quite letting it touch her yet but making its destination immensely clear. Of course he wasn't just going to let her try to move away from him or do anything that might interfere with his fun and his free hand was resting between her breasts, holder her in place with just a single powerful hand.

“Really you shouldn't challenge me in a game that you can't win Erin, I always win.” He told her with a smirk on his lips, eyes alight with mischeif.
 
Erin turned back into the wonderful warm spray and rinsed her face and hair while she waited for him to finish, slow poke shaver taking his time, although it was better if he didn't cut himself. She turned back, her eyes closed as the last of the water from her hair ran down her forehead, and when she opened them, there he was, suddenly looming so large and with the biggest most unsettling grin on his face. His eyes traced down her body, like he was following the rivulets streaming between her breasts and over her belly and down her hips and legs.

She liked the way he looked at her, but the grin seemed like something else was going on, something she couldn't figure out. He advanced on her, slowly trapping her as she backed away into a corner. Looking up at him she shivered slightly as he had managed to sheepdog her where he wanted her, the warm spray like a Hawaiian waterfall they were sharing. Erin brushed her hair back with her fingers and wiped her eyes again, blinking as she looked in his eyes, at his chest, his shoulders. She started to lift a hand to touch his chest, feeling something rising between them, but he raised his first, his strong arm pushing her back even a little harder against the wall in the corner with his palm planted firmly between her breasts.

His hand must be able to feel her heart pounding, the shallow rise and fall of her every breath. The way the water trickled from his nose, down his face and off his chin to drip onto her nose annoyed her for a brief moment, but his grin and his body and the way he pressed against her changed that to a nicer feeling, like the water connected them even more, if it was possible. His words were taunting, so very Dominick, and Erin smiled almost coyly at him. When he was that sexy about it, she almost wanted to push him further.

She didn't even have to put that to action as he reached up and played a little with the shower head, as if he was the only guy in the world who actually read the manual enough to know how to work the thing. It stuttered like a garden hose for a second, but then the spray narrowed to a focused fire hose effect, a sharp and powerful stream that he aimed at her. It tickled her belly and she squirmed as he still pressed her in place against the wall. But that wasn't what he was going for.

The sharp stream moved as the head turned suddenly, and she felt it against the inside of her knee. She looked up at him, wondering where he was going with this but willing to play along, as if he was giving her any choice. Now he had a better grip on the head, and it moved very slowly, like it was slowly climbing the soft inside of her thigh, pounding away. She could feel the vibration of it spreading out, could feel herself reacting inside and her hips pressed ever so slightly before she caught herself. He wanted a game.

It rose higher still, and it dawned on her where it was going moments before it got there, Erin moaning softly as the splash and spray teased her bare lips a little. but then it was the hard spray, practically pounding on her, like nothing she'd ever felt. Her hands went up half way as she jerked against him in surprise, her mouth wide and catching a little of his dripping water as she gasped. He didn't let up, not his hand on her chest, not the pounding deluge between her legs, and not the grin on his lips getting hungrier by the second. Slowly she settled back, twitching a little now and then, soft little gasps as he teased her here and there ever so slightly. One of her hands rested softly on his forearm pressing her into the wall, and the other grazed his strong hip, touched his abdomen, eventually settling securely on his chest as she started groaning.

He must have thought he was being funny, just teasing with his "I always win" speech, but the way Erin felt, her insides turning to passion pudding, her hips and legs aching to pull him into her and grin, she took him deadly serious. Dominick would win, and she couldn't help feeling like she could live with that, if it meant his victory was over her. There was something strangely intoxicating and intensely enticing in the feeling of being defeated by him, pressed against the wall as he smirked and enforced his victor's rules. Her eyes were glowing as she blinked up at him, letting her sounds go, letting herself moan as it just felt too good to keep silent, as his presence was the full moon dragging the high tide out of her.

"Dominick, please...." She gasped as he hit a spot, her head arching back momentarily. She whispered, "You win..."
 
He was enjoying this, the way that he could so easily hold her in place, another reminder of how much more powerful he was then her. Oh she was a fit and lovely little thing but with only one hand on a slick shower he was easily able to hold her in place and keep her from even putting up the slightest of struggles against him. He really could do whatever he wanted with her, if the urge struck him he could very simply just bend her over and take her ass roughly there in the shower until he was satiated and she fell to the ground limp and crying. Power over her body wasn't enough though, he also wanted power over her heart, he wanted to be able to tug at her heart strings as easily as he could pull at her hair and drag her around.

Of course that wouldn't be nearly as easy, it would take a bit of effort and careful tight rope walking between danger and gently but he would put in all the effort that was needed until Erin was willing to spend the night sleeping at the foot of his bed and waking him up by kissing his balls. So as the water pressed into a place that made her back arch Dominic kept the water there for a little while, pressing the head in closer and smiling silently when she told him that he won... and then after a few seconds he turned the water back into the normal shower head setting, and then raising it from her slit and letting it play over the rest of her body as he moved to hang it back in its place.

“Well since I won I think I should claim a prize.” He mused slowly, just enough lust coloring his voice to make her wonder if he was going to take her right then, if he would just wrap her legs around his hips and thrust up into her. Her pinned against the wall, his chest pressing against her, and the water spraying them until it eventually started to turn cold. A moment of silent contemplation, the hand that had been holding the shower head lightly tracing fingers up her neck, a tease of how he had held her earlier before he tilted her head back and claimed her lips in a searing kiss, reminding her just how much he wanted her, pressing against her and letting his body and his passion remind her of what he wanted and what he would have the moment she was ready to beg, the hand on her chest spreading so that fingers might tease over nipples lightly.

The kiss ended quickly though, not exactly hurried but not nearly as lingering as either of them would really enjoy, his teeth barely catching her lower lip as the kiss was broken off. “I think that will do for the prize this time...” He said slowly, implying that there would be future victories and there would of course be further prizes that he claimed, let her imagination take that as far as was needed. “But for now you could do me a great favor by washing my back, I'm not all that flexible after all.” Slowly he took a step back from her, slowly turning his back on her with a glance over his shoulder and a wink, encouragement so that she could do just about anything she wanted, free invitation to explore his body that same way he had explored hers.
 
Erin arched, his hand still pressing her back into the wall but her hips and belly in motion as Michael pushed her higher with the water. Closer and closer, until she could close her eyes and pretend the water pounding her was him, aching for more, moaning openly for him now.

And then it stopped. He stopped. As if all he cared about was winning. The water was back to a useless teasing spray he was using to soak her all over, making her squirm and gasp, looking up at him with such frustration. By the time he had the shower head back up in the bracket where it did her no good, Erin was panting, still so on edge she could scarcely talk, the cooling water chilling her heat.

Dominick didn't deserve it but Erin's body was so on fire for him and so frustrated she came within a hair of cursing him, of demanding of him. But he stepped in closer. His heat so close, warming her right back up. She looked up into his eyes as he made contact, looking at the way his eyes beheld her, yes a prize. His prize. She could feel his weight now pressing her, crowding her, entering her space and claiming it as his own, and she just blinked and touched him so very lightly, fingertips grazing his skin with renewed wonder that he was here with her. Then he leaned in, his hand at her face, their mouths swirling and tasting each other so deeply. His hand on her chest pressed and touched, his own chest and hips and legs pressing in on her, their bodies almost merged, as if there was nothing separate left of her, just joining with him willingly.

And then even that ended, like he was showing her something, proving something to her. Erin's lower lip was trembling even before his tantalizing nip pulled it away from her before releasing. She stood at the wall, staring at him, his amazing body, his loving eyes, all of it frustrating her. How could she want something this much and not be able to reach it... him? She momentarily realized that was the story of her life, and a day with Dominick had just made her forget, but now even he seemed so close yet constantly just out of her reach. Even as he offered his back to her, like he was being so very big and generous to allow her to wash him, she still wanted to so very badly, to run her fingers over him, to feel him, to make him want her and feel what he was doing to her. Erin refused to fall into her comfortable old "victim mentality" now that she was with Dominick, or so very close to being with him. He deserved so much more than a pretty little victim feeling so sorry for herself. She would just take the situation in hand...

Erin felt a little light come back in her eye. "I'd love to, consider it my pleasure, not even a favor." She soaped up, lathered her hands, keeping the soap close by as she started to work on him, more like a massage than a wash, letting her hands stroke his muscles. Erin delighted in lathering up his powerful shoulders and working them with her fingers, then exploring the way his broad back slowly tapered into his rather athletic hips. She touched where she wanted, until her fingers grazed what would have to be termed his butt.

Only then she went further. With one soapy hand she reached around, caressing the whole way, until he fingers found him by feel. He didn't disappoint, so large in her hand. Her other hand reached back for the soap, and she lathered her chest and belly, soaping herself. The bar of soap splashed lightly as she dropped it and then pressed her soapy body against him from behind, rubbing his backside and pressing her breasts into him as she kept stroking him, refusing to stop, just listening to his breath as carefully as he must have listened to hers. She could feel his perfect butt, so taut and tight, against her belly, he was so tall, and he was starting to move just like she had. Not yet, though, not yet. A little more, she stroked him.

Finally, remembering the sound of him from the night before, feeling him in her hand, she stroked one last time and brought her hand back behind him, then stepped back, admiring how she'd soaped his back with her body, how he shined and glimmered so beautifully in the bathroom light. "There, you won." This was going to be fun. "This is your prize, my sweet." And she gave his butt a little swat with her soapy hand, kind of like the football players do after a good play. He felt so good she wanted to do that just for her, but she also wanted him to know what it felt like to be teased to the edge of oblivion -- heck it still wasn't fair, considering what a wreck he'd made her. How was she supposed to try on dresses or hang on his arm like an ornament if he left her barely able to walk with a bad case of the sexy wobbles.

The little smack on his butt didn't even make his cheeks budge, they were like granite, but she didn't regret doing it so lightly -- no way she wanted to hurt him, just make sure he understood she could play this game too!

She didn't even wait for his reaction, knowing how he would growl, or stand over her and make some declaration about himself that would have her weak in the knees again, probably rubbing against her or... all that stuff. No, she just strutted right past him, not trusting herself to be strong in her over excited condition. Of course, if he wanted to play fair, well... she was willing to talk, but not much. Erin just felt inside herself, he'd pushed her to the point where the time for talking was past, she was too grown up now, too grown up with him, and it was time for something more.
 
He had so much power over her, she was so close to what she wanted but he was denying her that last step towards pleasure that she truly craved. Of course it wasn't easy for him to do, the knowledge that he could have her whenever he desired but was still denying himself just what he craved. The knowledge that she wouldn't deny him no matter what it was that he did to her made dragging things out all the harder. As he felt her hands start to work on his back, slowly exploring him and washing his body he relaxed into her touch with a sigh. He wanted to turn around right then and there, just claim her, he really needed to calm down and regain control over himself, to find a moment where he could just have a little bit of relief... a little something to clear his mind before they were out and about for the day.

It seemed as though Erin was able to read his mind, she pressed against his back, her body so soft in just the right places, her breasts not nearly as large as some he had enjoyed but perfectly shaped and so perfectly colored with just a small amount of freckling. Her hand reaching around him, gripping him, it was unexpected and Dominic couldn't help but press himself against her hand, his hips moving without a moments thought, the strokes long and slow as her hand moved against him. She really seemed to know what she was doing, she really was a quick learner considering it had only been two nights ago that she had first touched a mans cock, so hesitant then and there but now she was so perfect in her technique, he was tempted to push her to her knees and see if she had developed her oral skills a little during the night, miraculous development would surprise him but not too much.

He just relaxed against her though, almost leaning against her smaller body and groaning loudly at the way her hand moved, his hips starting to move faster without even a moments though. He was so close, just moments away from the release that he craved, and then it stopped. Her hand was no longer on his cock and smacked against his ass, he was so close, he needed release, if he didn't get what he needed then he might just go mad.

If she thought she could get away with this, if she thought he wouldn't have some release then she had another thing coming. He could tease her however he liked, he was the one in charge, he had all the power, how dare she challenge him and attempt to take control over him? He was so close, not only to his release but also to loosing any and all control that he had over himself, denying them both what they wanted was a strain on him but he wasn't going too just give in so easily.

At least he tried to keep that in mind as he moved quickly, stepping in behind her, one arm around her waist to pull her against him and another on her back to force her to bend over, enjoying the sight of her ass presented too him, leaning over her bent body and remaining pressed against her. “You should know better then to tease me...” He growled softly, the tip of his cock slowly pressing against her slit, just a little pressure from either end and it would be inside of her... he could feel the moisture that had built up there, the heat, it was so tempting. “Honestly Erin, my self control is just a thread at this point, it would take practically nothing to drive me over the edge.” Slowly his hips rotated, grinding the head of his cock against her, making it start to carefully spread her open bit by bit with each and every rotation. “I am trying to hold on just a little while, I want to wait until you are certain you are ready... and yet you seem to think pushing my towards loosing all self control is a good idea.”

Grinning evilly, a terrible thought came through his mind. “Maybe I should punish you for teasing me, do you think I should punish you Erin?”
 
Erin was halfway to the door, dripping and still soapy but too worked up to bother to rinse or towel off. She had meant it as flirty fun, but somehow it came out with way more heat and emotion than she'd realized was bottled up in her, forgetting her small body could hold a lot of feelings. And now that she'd done it, she couldn't put the genie back in the bottle. She didn't even turn back as she heard Dominick coming after her, his wet feet slapping on the tiles right behind her. Fine, if he wants me, let him chase me, she thought. I chase, and get so close, but there is no catching him. Fine, I get it. Her face was burning hot like she was trying to fry her freckles off and she couldn't do a thing about it.

She felt his arm catch her and she yelped in surprise at how forcefully he grabbed her, gasped and kicked out futilely with her bare feet as he corralled her and pulled her back against him right there in the middle of the bathroom floor, both of them dripping wet and slippery with soap. Erin smoldered, frustration and desire combining to burn in her with a fire hotter than either one alone. She felt his hard body, his hardness, pressing against her. Felt how urgently he held her, not letting her go.

His hand went against her back, still without so much as a word, and she jerked forward as he bent her over, her bottom now even more exposed and held back tight against him. She could feel his cock throbbing against her between her legs, so damned close she felt like she would end up fully impaled on him if either of them so much as took a deep breath. Go on, Dominick, do it! Her mind screamed inside, her insides swirling around in a swampy little mess that only he could clean up.

Dominick somehow managed to find his voice as he held her down in that position, flexing his hips a little to wedge himself just a little further into her, actually spreading her lips open and making Erin whimper for him, aching for him to do it. Listening to him, she just snapped, being around him and wanting him this much just more than she could stand. "Know better than to tease you? You've been teasing me non-stop all morning... no, since you picked me up, last ni... no, since the moment we met. And I tease you one little time? It's so unfair."

He still held her down, his cock still right there, right there! She knew perfectly well what he was feeling, how wet she was inside -- all for him! -- and what did he do about it? Just tease her some more! Erin knew she had a red-head's temper and manged to control it most of the time, her mom and her harem of sleazeballs giving her so much practice, but times like this, she couldn't stop herself. "And self control? I... I never asked you... You think just because I'm small, or because I'm this nice naive innocent girl, that you have to hold yourself back or I'll shatter? Damn it Dominick!" It was so hard properly expressing her outrage, the emotion he'd set fire to, while he had her bent over and staring at the tile and their soapy feet.

"I don't want your damned self-control I want you! Screw your self-control. Just screw it! I'm not going to break, I'll only break if you keep teasing me like this and waiting for me to explode or melt into a puddle at your feet! Whatever you're afraid of doing to me, just stop it, do what you want to me Dominick, just stop teasing me, I can't handle wanting you this much and not having you, you don't know how much it hurts. You want to talk about punishing me? Not having you, that's punishment. Go on, show me what you're so scared of. I want you Dominick, every last bit of you, and if you keep it from me after letting me see what it was like to be with you? I'll never forgive you."

She was breathing so hard, and the tears were so close and her hands were touching him still, reaching back to reassure herself he hadn't tossed her away yet, but sure she'd just ended the best thing that ever happened to her in her entire life. "Dominick, if you care about me one bit, then take me, do what you want, that's what I need, it's driving me crazy wanting you like this!" Please stay. Her mind's cry so much more pitiful and pleading than she could show him.
 
Erin's outburst was unexpected to say the least. He wasn't sure what he had thought would happen, in all likely hood he had figured she would whine a little more, maybe try to press back against him until he stopped her with ease and backed away, maybe threatening with a spanking for her punishment but not carrying through with it just yet. Oh no first the waters needed to be tested, to move forward with what he desired too quickly might scare her off... or so he had though. Instead he got an eruption of emotion from Erin, an outpouring of what he suspected he had been doing to her but he didn't actually expect her to express so violently or so suddenly. For a moment Dominic only remained silent in shock, pleased beyond any doubt but still shocked by what had just been said.

The shock only lasted a few minutes though but the silence stretched out as Dominic began to move, quickly reaching back into the shower and awkwardly grabbing the still spraying shower head, quickly rinsed off the last of the soap that covered their bodies. He held her in place through the whole thing, still not speaking a word even as he let the shower head drop and quickly lifted Erin from the ground, slinging her over his shoulder like a conquest who had been stolen away from her home, giving her ass a quick smack and her thigh a rough bite that would no doubt leave a bruise. She had asked, practically begged him to hold nothing back and that was more then good enough for him, a grin splitting his face as he carried her back into his bedroom, tossing her onto his bed with a chuckle as he stood over her, eyes drinking in her beauty.

“I was holding back because I didn't want to hurt you.” He explained with a smile, a half truth but it would serve the purposes perfectly. Now that she had begged him not to hold back at all Dominic was going to be more aggressive, not give her quite everything that he wanted but this would accelerate his plans quite a bit. Reaching down he gripped her leg and pulled her to the edge of the bed so that her hips rested right at the edge, forcing her legs wide and placing his cock to her pussy, slowly rocking his hips forward to begin spreading her open as he leaned down, looking into her eyes and smiling softly, his lips brushing over hers. “I won't hold back any more Erin, I won't hold back ever again.” Bending further down he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against his chest and holding her there, ensuring she wouldn't be able to move about to much while at the same time providing some intimacy for what would follow, wanting her to feel him against her, wanting to fill her senses.

No further warning was given to Erin, only Dominic's teeth brushing over her pulse just a moment before his whole body tense and then pushed forward in a powerful thrust, throwing all his strength into it as he held her in place, pulling her tighter against him, the sounds of his ground suppressed by his lips on her neck. So warm, to tight, and so smooth around him, he had felt a moments resistance when he first entered her but it hadn't stopped him for even a second as he pressed into her until most of his cock was buried within her body, feeling the head pressing against her cervix which was the only thing that kept that last measure of him from being within her.

There was a moments pause, giving her a chance to adjust to him being inside of her, smiling down at her before his lips met hers in a gentle kiss before he started to move roughly against her, the bed rocking beneath the power of his thrusts. This was the best he had ever enjoyed, nothing had ever compared in the past.
 
Dominick just stood there behind her, silent and holding her still, and with every beat of her heart Erin grew more afraid she had pushed him too far. He had pushed her too far! But it was different for them. What did she have? A trailer to go home to? A smelly old life to try to fit back into, without him. Dominick though, Erinn was sure he could have just about any girl he wanted by tomorrow. Why would he put up with a girl that talked to him like that? What happened to her mind? Had she gone crazy?

Erin tried to rise up against his hand, to twist enough to look back at him and apologize, to try to take it back, to try to fix it. Wasn't there at least a chance he would understand how much she wanted him, how it felt to be around him like this, so close and so far?

But his hand kept her firmly in place and then, her apology still forming in her head, he moved around. She heard the sound of the water against the tile changing behind her, moving, and then suddenly she gasped in surprise as he all but hosed her down with the shower head, as if he thought he could just douse the flame burning in her so easily. They were standing in the middle of a fast growing warm puddle, right there in the middle of the bathroom. The water was warm and felt good though, and he hadn't let go of her, not yet. At least she wouldn't still be soapy when he sent her off. He wouldn't kick her out naked would he? Some vindictive thing like that? Erin didn't think she...

Her worries got no further as reality -- and Dominick -- intervened. It was less than a second that completely upended her world, literally. The shower-head clattered on the tiles, simply dropped there. Its spray rained on her left leg, but only for a moment, until she felt his hands suddenly more powerful than she'd even imagined just lifting her. The bathroom spun around in her eyes and she shrieked in surprise and mild panic, and then grunted as he tossed her over his shoulder like a red-headed sack of potatoes, knocking the air out of even though she managed to tense herself before his shoulder dug too deep into her belly.

Dominick just started moving, not saying a word to her. Erin felt a sharp smack on her bottom, his hand cracking her damp bare behind and then felt his newly shaved jaw against her leg, and then his teeth, giving her a good painful bite. She started pushing with her hands on his wet back but they just slipped around doing nothing. The impulse was so strong to yell at him to stop, he was hurting her, to put her down, only she fought it down and kept quiet except for little gasps and grunts as his shoulder bounced her around starting to carry her across the wet bathroom floor. She had just told him not to protect her, to stop being afraid of hurting her, to stop holding back. If she had any thought of still having a chance with him, to yell now would certainly end it.

It was a short walk, and Erin kept herself distracted from feeling the butterflies in her stomach that his shoulder was crushing with each powerful stride. She stared down, not much else to do other than reach back to rub the spots where he'd bitten and spanked her. Her eyes couldn't help watching the way his sleek backside worked, the graceful interplay of his leg muscles and his but, so powerful. And she could feel it. It hurt her inside to feel herself wanting him even more, while he might just be carrying her to the door for a final goodbye. Still she kept quiet, determined to show him she meant it.

He veered away from the direction of the stairs, back down a hallway she recognized. To his room, where they'd slept. Her heart only had time for two quick backflips of surprise in her chest before he all but tossed her down across his bed. She raised herself up on her elbows behind her, her legs parted only slightly and not sure from his heavy breathing and the look in his eye whether she should open them the way her body was begging her to, or somehow to try to close them even though she could tell with one look at his taut arm muscles it would be pointless. And she was breathing hard too, even though he'd done all the work.

He was smiling when he spoke, but it was a slightly different smile. Did he want to argue this out naked on his bed? Like seeing him naked and hard and oh-so-close wouldn't just make it worse for her, staring at what she couldn't have? "Dominick, all the holding back is exactly how you've *been* hurting me." He didn't give her a chance to say another word, his hand flashed out and just took her by the ankle. It was sudden and it was unyielding. He just pulled her by the leg, the bedspread slipping from the bed along with her as he slid her towards him. She yelped in surprise, her face red again as her body started re-evaluation the situation. "Oh...."

His promise not to hold back scared her and thrilled her but the only words her mind could find were, so this is really it, right here, right now. Dominick's other hand worked with the first, forcing her legs open. When she was telling him to let go, to just take her already, she had no thought of resisting, but the way he spread her legs so relentlessly, just taking complete control of her body, her legs couldn't help fighting against him a little, even though her heart soared to feel his power, to see that burning intent in his eyes all aimed at her.

And he was still so hard, maybe more even than when he'd held her so frightfully in the bathroom, teased her so in the shower. Yes, she realized, he wants me, more than I understood. She swallowed hard as he stepped forward, right to where he had her positioned at the edge of the bed, and there he was right against her, pressing, only this time slowly, slowly entering her. She could feel how big he was, and gasped at the sensation of his pressure, at the feeling of him spreading her lips apart with that thick head.

This time he wasn't stopping, Erin knew that. He was about to make her a woman, his woman, and from the look in his eye there was no way she was getting out of it even if she hadn't begged him to do it. Far from pushing him away, it seemed like her words had pulled him closer, so very close, like opening the door of the tiger's cage.

Erin was making small breathy noises, little gasps as he wedged himself in her opening, and she knew she would never in her life forget the feeling of this moment. She watched as he bent over her, keeping himself perfectly in position, and every muscle and nerve in her body ached for more of him. Dominick held her, his arms wrapped tightly around her, pulling her to him and almost crushing her breasts against his chest. She could scarcely move. Her hands were at his back, feeling like she might need to hold on for dear life in a second, like she was about to ride the biggest and most demanding roller coaster in the world.

As she looked up into his face, she saw that somehow the smile she knew was back on his lips, just Dominick, here over her, about to take her. Their eyes locked and in that moment she knew she would give anything for this man to take her, to be one with him. He saw her so clearly, saw even behind her eyes, just like he had since they'd met, and she didn't think she could go back to living without that.

His lips reached her neck and Erin felt his teeth at her throat, turning and offering her throat to him, it felt so good. And that was like the starter's pistol. She yelled, feeling her throat tight against his sharp teeth as her body briefly stiffened at the huge invasion of her warm tight place. It hurt, he was so much bigger than she'd understood now that she somehow had to fit him inside herself. It was the discomfort of the way he just slammed right through her, breaking her open without a thought, that made her cry out. There was a little pain in her cry, but something deeper, the feeling of just being taken completely, no regard and no worry and just utterly pounding deep into her desire, it overwhelmed her. Her fingers clutched at his back as she tried to relax, and she hoped she hadn't scratched him badly.

He was still looking down into her eyes, intensity and hunger now mixing in with that wonderful smile, but his eyes were all hers. He was so deep she felt like it would be hard to breath, and she felt her opening stretched so tight around him she was sure she would rip. How was sex even possible.

Erin had a moment to try to figure that out as he just held still, letting her feel the fullness of it, to share his breath in that moment, her own breath coming ragged while his was like a wild beast. "Dominick, Dominick." She had nothing to say, just experiencing his name on her lips, wanting him everywhere. He kissed her, so soft it seemed impossible for her body to bear something that gentle while also beign ripped open between her legs, and yet that seeming impossibility somehow just made her start to tremble as she kissed him back so very sweetly.

Then the kiss ended, and his fucking began. Erin couldn't believe she thought of it that way, but as she grunted and clung to him and cried out with each deep stroke nearly splitting her open, there was no other word that described it right, what he was doing to her. Fucking her. For the first time in her life, Erin was getting fucked. Nothing like her mother, who Erin realized didn't have a clue what it meant to be fucked properly. Dominick was reaching her soul, his cock so deep and his embrace so complete that he was fucking her to her very depths, and she just clung to him that much more desperately with her slender arms and her aching filled tightness.

Gasping and moaning, he turned her into an animal, and she moaned, a little afraid of the beast she'd invited out of his cage, yet praying if he ever went back in the cage, that he would take her with him.
 
If Dominic had been able to read Erin's mind each and everything that went through it would have amused him immensely. If she thought he would ever consider throwing her outside the house entirely naked then she was entirely insane, why would he ever throw something so appealing and delicious out where he couldn't reach it... of course in time she would end up nude for his amusement in public, first date had ended up with his fingers deep in her juicy warm cunt, he could get anything he wanted from her.

It was the analogy about the tiger released from its cage that made the most sense and would have brought Dominic the most pleasure. He had planned to slowly lure her into that metaphorical cage and make it harder for her to escape but instead she had just let him right out and it would be so easy to just drag her right back in. There would be no escape for her, she might have been a little more aggressive in her manner then he had wanted but it was one hell of a start, instead of drawing her in along with him he would instead need to work to break her of that attitude that it seemed she kept hidden away beneath her shy demeanor, such a temper while exciting was hardly proper from his little beauty.

He had felt her baring her neck to him though, a sign of submission that had made him grin all the more as he had bit the tender flesh, knowing it would likely leave a bruise and uncaring, the school would no doubt be awash with rumors soon so he might as well give a little something for them to feed off of, it was the sort of attention he was used to and Erin would need to learn to adapt too.

As she moaned his name Dominic took it as a sign to continue what he was doing, instead of the tightly controlled actions that he had applied to her before, each movement measured in order to draw a little more pleasure from her at the perfect pace instead he was moving like an animal in heat, driven by instinct. Her own pleasure was important but of course it was secondary to his own need, driven mad by lust he felt his swollen balls slapping against her body as his continued to thrust against her roughly, still hearing the bed rocking, the sheets slipping a little bit as he held her against him, striving to hold her tighter there.

Of course there was just a little more to go though, he still wasn't entirely inside of her and Dominic wasn't satisfied with ten out of twelve, the firmer resistance he felt against the head of his cock wasn't going to stop him, nothing was going to stop him from enjoying each and every moment of this, nothing would keep him from ruining Erin for anyone else who might think they could enjoy her. Grunting angrily he moved harder against her, his pace slowing slightly as he put more force into the movements... and then it happened, one particularly hard thrust and he felt himself entirely sheathed within her, resting against her for a moment now that he had achieved his immediate desire before returning to roughly fucking her, seeking to claim her body properly...

“Mine...” He breathed against her ear, hearing his name spilling from her lips was the only motivation he needed to continue.
 
Erin's moaning of his name was a constant, a mantra of pleasure that helped her cope with the discomfort of his furious pounding. She was aching, but in a beautiful way, aching from the feeling of letting Dominick in, truly letting him in deep and risking offering him all of her heart. He was taking every bit she offered, and he was so big she didn't know she could offer him anymore, feeling like he was practically filling up her whole tiny body. But the beast in him seemed determined to have more.

Her gasps grew shallow as he held her even tighter, his powerful arms crushing her body against him. She reveled in the skin to skin contact with him, feeling his hard muscles against her soft breasts and toned belly. She cried out now with the depth of his penetration, like he was piercing her heart, trying to get at all the love for him she held inside it. Erin felt like she was floating on a cloud of emotion, even as her body rocked obscenely beneath him on the bed.

Erin's eyes went wide as he changed his pace, somehow hitting a rhythm and stroke that did something to her. Yes, it hurt, but it hurt in exactly the right place, the exact right amount. And he did it again, and again, with brutal, relentless determination. Her legs clasped around him, feeling his hips against her thighs and her calves against his powerful back, feeling him drive into her, sending chills all through her. Her head thrashed back and forth on the bed, her hair cascading loose and in her eyes but she couldn't care. Only Dominick mattered, all she could see or feel, his thickness driving her to heights her fingers never dreamed of.

She happened to be looking at him, trying to smile, to let him see how happy he was making her but all she could do was bite her lip and whimper with each hard stroke. He looked so determined, so focused on her, that she never felt more beautiful or real or alive. Erin felt her world coming to a pinpoint of happiness, her head shrinking down to nothing but the joy of giving herself to him. She could feel her eyes fluttering, knew what was coming but couldn't stop it, the sharp cry she always had to silence home free here with Dominick to ring out and declare how he made her feel. And then he drove deep. Her cry became a scream as her body went taut and her head arched back. Her fingers clawed him and she exploded from the experience of taking him. It was nothing like she'd felt in her little room, not sure whether it was agony or pleasure or the two wrapped up in each other, but it was more than her mind could take. She gripped him and screamed out, bucking and writhing beneath him.
 
He could break her so easily, the way he held her and was driving into her, it would take so little effort for Dominic to just crush and cause her some real pain. Already he could hear it in her ragged breath, there was pain there but he also knew she was enjoying it, Erin was well on her way to becoming his personal little pain slut and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. Grinning at the thought he met her eyes and winked a little bit, the momentary distraction not throwing off his pace for even a moment as he worked to move even faster then before, still pounding her into the bed, still breathing heavily and trying to ensure that he continued for as long as was possible... she had gotten him closer then she might realize with her earlier teasing but Dominic was going to ensure that anyone who followed him, not that he expected there to be anyone who followed him, to be entirely unable to compete with her expectations for a lover.

His breathing heavy, eyes narrowed, Dominic pushed that thought from his mind, he might be close but Erin was going to be unable to move once he was done with her, he wanted to ensure that she walked with a limp at school the following Monday just to further the rumors and perhaps cause a few more interesting ones to spring up. Then it happened, one particularly rough thrust with his hips shifting ever so slightly to try to find the perfect angle and then she screamed, tightening around him and making his eyes roll back a little bit, arching, so tense in that moment that Dominic knew he was nearly getting her to the point she needed to be at. Gripping her tighter he slowed for a few seconds to ensure his feet were well planted before straightening up, holding her close as he stood up, one arm shifting lower to grip her ass.

With a growl of frustration he held her tight and bounced her up and down over his cock with all his strength, his entire body straining as he drew closer and closer to an explosion of his own, but he wanted to press longer, wanting to ensure she had multiple orgasms before he was done so that the beautiful red head who had fallen for him so hard was left nothing more then a quivering limp. “Cum for me you fucking whore...” He growled into her ear, biting her neck again with her head thrown so far back, again baring herself to him perfectly. He was lost in the moment, all control gone as his attention was focused only on carrying this on as long as was possible, nothing else mattered.

And then with another growl he reached what he had been striving to put off for so long. Pulling her back down one last time Dominic turned and half collapsed onto the bed, still moving her body over his cock as he lay back, shooting rope after rope of his thick cum deep into her womb, uncaring about the fact that she had only just taken the pill for the first time, or may have even forgotten to take pill all together, the feeling of filling her up was sublime and it didn't seem to end as he cradled her head against his chest, laughing a little as he struggled to regain his breath. “Thats what happens when I don't hold back.” He warned her, having a hard time forming a coherent thought as he slowly ceased dragging Erin over his still erect cock. “And if you have any objections then it is far too late to bring them up, even telling me twice won't be enough to make me stop.”
 
Erin was still gasping for breath from what he'd just done to her, and he just kept pounding her deep, bouncing her like she was afraid it wasn't going to be enough for him to stretch her out completely from the inside but he had to give her whiplash too. Her lungs felt wrapped in bands of steel -- the grip of his arms holding her tight and still to work her body just the way he wanted. She could feel the ache inside, the feeling of being a nail that's pounded too hard for too long. She could feel the ache between her legs, certain now that he really was too big for her, that he had somehow broken her in a way she could never recover from. But as he grunted and slammed her again and again, as if he didn't notice or care what just happened to her to let her rest, she found her body slowly taking the discomfort and wrapping it tightly around her head, squeezing her mind again, and her gasps turned to soft cries.

His eyes were narrow, so intense, so focused on her like he was penetrating all the way through her eyes to her soul that Erin felt skewered on both ends. He shifted her, lifting her easily and scarcely breaking his relentless pounding rhythm, and Erin could barely tell which way was up as her cries grew sharper with each deep penetrating thrust. Her eyes started to flutter and roll back and he growled in her ear, crude words, degrading words, urging her to cum like he used to hear the men's voices through the thin wall of her room, calling her a fucking whore, the kind of term she'd sworn would never apply to her, but it was Dominick, and she had to, just couldn't stop herself, and Erin screamed again, her throat taut in the throes of ecstasy, cumming for him just like the fucking whore he demanded. His words played over and over in her head with each wave of pleasure that surged through her body, each unbearable spam of lust contracting her around him. The thought of calling him a bastard for speaking to her like that -- if you could call his deep sharp words speaking -- or any of the other things she'd always told herself she'd do different if she was every treated the way she heard her mother, none of it even occured to her. She just moaned and buried her head against him as he continued rocking and pumping her, apparently no such thing as enough to him

He was driving her up and down, making her almost sob it hurt so much, and she could feel him getting more urgent, a new glint in his eyes. She prayed she wouldn't just die from what he was doing to her insides. She could feel him battering away at delicate internal spots with his oversize battering ram, and each thrust slowly brought her back up to that frighteningly high pinnacle, only this time she couldn't help feeling like he was teetering and tottering up there with him. Erin felt bruised and injured inside, fucked raw, her legs aching and trembling, her body damp with perspiration and her hair hanging damp in her eyes. There was some part of her, well beyond conscious thought, that realized what was about to happen, that Dominick was about to pump her with his seed. There was a brief glimmer of thought, the idea of begging him to slow down and pull out, to stop short of the steep and dangerous cliff he was pushing them both off of. But somehow Dominick knew better than to stop, knew to work her harder up and down, until her teeth were chattering and all she could do was beg him in a tiny quavering voice to hold her, hold her tight, never let her go no matter what...

And then it all went white, Dominick pulling her body down hard and deep and falling back to the bed himself as he drove up into her, too much for him too. The beast roared, and Erin felt its power, felt his power surging through her, again and again as her own agonized pleasure soaked it all up like a greedy little sponge.

Her head was back, gasping again and again, gripping him hard in a way she couldn't understand or control but never wanted to end, then one last gasp and she collapsed against him, limp in his arms against his chest. His arms loosed but didn't let her go, cradling rather than gripping, caressing rather than driving. He was still inside her, and she was so sore, but she couldn't imagine him pulling out, couldn't bear the thought of it.

He was talking and she smiled, sure his chest could feel the muscles of her face smiling as he laughed and reminded her what she'd wished for. She kissed his chest, tasting his sweat on her lips, then again, and she whispered. "Don't ever hold back again. Although maybe for a few minutes her you might ease up just a little, assuming you don't really want to kill me with that thing." She groaned and laughed just as lightly as he had, her heart overjoyed to feel in synch with him again, together. He was still so damned hard it took her breath away, hard for her.

Objections? Objecting twice not enough? Erin could feel with every weary soft spot in her body that he had been right to warn her, and she was nervous how she could possibly be enough for him. But he was happy now, with her, and she couldn't imagine ever objecting to that. "I'll only object if you let me go, and I wouldn't stop at just two, ok? So just don't!" Then she kissed him and held him tight and came close to sobbing, and then she was sobbing, so she kept her face buried against his sweaty chest, not wanting him to misunderstand her tears, not fully understanding them herself but suddenly unable to stop them.
 
He might be tired right then and there, not exhausted but a little drained and content to just lay back for a bit but Dominic's body still didn't seem to want to stop. Without any conscious thought from him his hips continued to move up against her and his arms continued to shift her slowly over his cock, dragging out the pleasure for just a little while longer. It was tempting for him just to pull out and then throw her face down onto the bed so that he could continue fucking her until he was entirely spent, a process that might just take the rest of the day as Dominic rarely hit a point where he was incapable of carrying on any further. Erin might be worn out and unable to move but Dominic could carry on like this for the rest of the day if he allowed his instincts to take control of him.

Fortunately for Erin or at least for her body, Dominic had regained his self control after his release allowing him to think straight and a few deep breaths was all it took for him to clear his head and put his thoughts back into place. Slowly his movements ceased, giving Erin a break but of course still rock hard and still buried deep inside of her, his cock twitching slowly as the last of his seed was poured into her. It was tempting in that moment to just stay in that bed for a while, he did have some handcuffs nearby and he could make good on his earlier threat to leave her there to take care of his needs whenever the urge should happen to strike.

But no, he intended to take her out that day, show her off, get her a dress that showed off her petite little body oh so perfectly and then perhaps find a nice public place to take advantage of her inability to so no to him... or at least her ability to do anything should she try to say no. Slowly Dominic loosened his arms from around her, wanting her to be able to breathe a little more easily, she needed to be able to catch her breath if they were to get anything else done that day. As she kissed him he smiled and ran his hand through her hair as she started to sob. He wasn't sure why she was crying but he didn't care at all what the cause was, just holding her close as his hips shifted one more time and slowly slid out of her, the sound of his cock leaving her body audible through the mostly silent room.

“Erin...” He whispered softly as he sat up slowly, keeping her close as he used the headboard to support his back. “Come on you really don't need to cry, it hurt this time but next time it won't be nearly as painful and before long there will only be pleasure left.” Of course he intended to keep hurting her later on, finding ways to explore and abuse her body for his own entertainment and pleasure, reading over he softly ran his thumb over one of her nipples, for a moment musing on the thought that he could have her pierced and run a chain between them to give him something to play with as she rode his cock. He remained silent for a moment before he spoke again. “If you stop crying Erin then I can throw together some breakfast while you hop back in the shower.” Though he did like the idea of a part of him remaining inside of her the entire day, slowly leaking out down her legs.
 
Dominick's whispers were so sweet it made Erin's heart ache even more. He was still inside her, hard for her, his hand caressing and teasing her so delightfully. She sniffed quietly, trying to stop the tears, and nodded her head against his chest, pushing even tighter to him. Inside her, holding her, stroking her hair, caressing her, body to body, they were so close if filled her with joy.

Erin felt a little of the joy filling her leak out around his thickness still penetrating her, still making her ache so wonderfully. Her eyes closed as her mind caught up with what her body already understood. That joy was his seed, his unprotected seed up in her womb, dripping from her. Her throat closed up in panic and her arms held onto him as he talked of simple things like breakfast and showers. How long did the pill take to work? She had taken one the night he gave them to her and another yesterday before going out with him. Why hadn't she taken them with her, so she could have taken one the moment she woke up? So she wouldn't end up pregnant and alone in a trailer parked across from her mom's, desperately sleeping with any man who will remind her how it felt to be with Dominick this time? Oh no no no, please don't be pregnant. She figured her cycle, her period like a week and a half ago already. that had to be good right?

Her mind raced through the worry, but then he stroked her nipple again, his voice right at her ear coaxing her from her tears. She couldn't risk losing him, couldn't let things get as bad as she feared. Ignore the pregnancy thing for now, deal with it later. Don't worry him about it because it wasn't his fault -- he did give her the pills after all, it was up to her to have taken them. It was probably nothing, and if it was something, she'd figure out what to do. In the meantime, stop the tears, you're not going to turn into your mom. You have Dominick. Just don't lose him.

She sniffed one last time, putting her fears in a small box and sealing it up in her head for now. Then she lifted her head away from his chest and smiled and kissed him so softly and so long, her lips and tongue so gentle it was the absolute opposite of the ferocity they had just shared. Don't lose him. Feeling his heart beating against her breasts pressed against his chest, Erin whispered into his lips, peering into his eyes so very close to her own, "Dominick, you are amazing. Yeah, I'm a little tender, but all I feel is the pleasure." The ache and soreness didn't count. She wriggled against him, feeling him slide in her just a bit, their tight contact so slippery and wet with his seed. Keep that in the box, feel the joy with him, worry alone. "And after what you just did to me, what we did together," she kissed him softly for a second, "I'm absolutely starving and would eat anything you gave me. Sure you don't want to shower off real quick with me?" Of course, if he did, they'd probably never break out of a lovemaking-showering-lovemaking-showering-lovemaking-showering death spiral that ended with them starving to death on his bathroom floor. But what a way to go.

Reluctantly, she started trying to lift herself off his lap, wincing slightly as the heavy shaft he'd impaled her on slowly slipped from her tight, aching embrace and even a little more of him dampened her between her legs, slowly trickling on her thigh. Shower. Definitely.
 
The way she moved against him, the kiss, the sound of her voice and the strong smell of their sex filling the room. There was nothing that Dominic would have enjoyed more then rolling over in the bed and just keeping her there all day long until dehydration or exhaustion caused them to pass out, still entwined with each other, him still deep inside of her. Of course he wanted to get out and about for the day and if he gave into his urges then he would never allow her out of his bedroom and he would only leave to get some occasional food, water, and maybe even bring in another little playmate to amuse himself with.

And of course should she end up getting pregnant then he wasn't overly concerned about that, his family had a great deal of money so it wouldn't interrupt his plans for the future. If anything it would just cement her to him, not that he expected her to try leaving him but it would just ensure that she was always with him and unable to even consider disappearing at any point. As she moved from him Dominic sat up with her, wrapping an arm around her and pressing his lips against her cheek in a quick kiss, just there to remind her that he was going to miss her, a little reminder that he wanted to have her around no matter what occurred. “Erin, if I get in the shower with you then I will just end up teasing you again until you can't help but beg me to fuck you again.” As if to help prove his point his hand moved around her body and ran over her taunt stomach, teasingly close to that most sensitive part of her anatomy.

“Or maybe I would just decide that I couldn't take another moment without fucking you until you pass out.” His voice took on a deeper note right at that moment, letting her know just how temping that particular thought was. “But if I am really honest then the reason I won't be joining you in the shower is because I enjoy knowing that I will smell like you all day... I want to smell like what is mind.” An edge was entering his voice, eyes flashing for a moment with something a little more dangerous then just desire. “And all of you belongs to me.”

The moment passed quickly though and with a quick squeeze of her breast and a brush of his lips over hers Dominic was moving to pull on a pair of jeans and making his way from the bedroom, knowing he couldn't cook much when it came to breakfast food but willing to give it a shot. Knowing they had the house to themselves he didn't bother trying to keep quiet as he made his way into the kitchen, checking the fridge and pantry, before long having assembled a few things that could be used to make a passable breakfast and scooping the dishes they had used the night before into the dish washer.

With a little preparation complete and some improvisation a meal started to come together, little more then some scrambled eggs and bacon, adding a little of the bacon grease to the eggs just as they were finished cooking for flavor and separating the food onto two plates, no orange juice in the house so instead he used the little bit of pineapple juice that was left, close enough really and it would work for breakfast. He had been able to hear the sound of the water running as she used the shower but as he finished cooking he heard the subtle sounds of the water moving through the pipes cease, knowing that Erin would be out of the shower soon and expected the smell of a half decent meal would soon lure her down. It wasn't quite as good as what he had thrown together the night before but it had been simple enough and it would fill them up before they got out and about... he couldn't have his girl spending all day in her own dirty clothing after all.
 
Dominick's eyes were on her, like they were eating her for breakfast as Erin turned on the shower's water and gingerly stepped in. But as much as she tried to entice him with her eyes and the not-so-subtle display of her body, it didn't change his mind. He had been clear those last beautiful breathless moments lying tangled together in bed that he knew she'd beg again, and she knew he was right. Still, she wanted him. Nothing in her life had ever felt like that before, made her feel like she belonged somewhere, to someone. Her room in the trailer? She never belonged there, not with that woman, her mother. It was like it was just a place she had to be for a few years, to wait. For Dominick. As he turned away in just those jeans, his abs and chest and back muscles working so effortlessly but so beautifully, Erin couldn't help thinking about the feeling of his lips brushing hers that one last gentle time as his hand teased her still. How did he know how to make her want him so much? Did he even try? Or was Dominick just a force of nature?

Erin's body ached. Inside, inside for sure. She felt like she'd been pulverized, and she was sure she was still bleeding just a teeny bit, but the warm water just seemed to wash that all away, leaving behind just the memory of being swept up in him, the way he'd carried her to his bed, so full of passion for her. It was so complicated and dramatic and intense, and her eyes closed as her fingers remembered. She was still sore to the touch, but that didn't stop her. It felt strange to touch herself there, the warm water running over her fingers, and to feel herself shaved, but it was sexy, and she was glad now he'd demanded it.

Soap, shampoo. Lathering and rinsing, paying attention to her body. She looked around for a razor, stepped out dripping wet and rummaged through a drawer for a disposable. It wasn't ideal, but she wanted to do her very best for Dominick. Erin wanted to *be* her very best for him. As she shaved her legs very carefully, her mind turned to his seed inside her. Muscles tensed at the worry of carrying a child, his child, what that would do to her life. Would he really want her? The way he was with her, she could almost believe he would, that maybe he wouldn't just park her in a trailer with a microwave and portable crib and drive off to his happy life without her. But she couldn't be pregnant, not now, please. She shaved between her legs too, just in case Dominick wanted to, to touch her. She would have to get used to maintaining this, figure out how often was often enough. But any time she was with him, with Dominick, she wanted to be perfect for him.

His seed. She put one leg on the side of the tub and pulled the nozzle down to spray it right up between her legs, as if that would do any good, as if she could just wash the risk away. All it did was feel good, in an aching, overused kind of way. Damn, why couldn't she just have stopped him and asked him to put on a condom. But then Erin shook her head. She had been there. There was no way he could have stopped, no way she would have stopped him. She would just have to trust her cycle and hope the pills kicked in before there was a next time, figure out some way to keep from getting pregnant until then, if she wasn't already.

She toweled off and roughly dried her hair, then used one of his masculine looking brushes to set it straight as best she could. Maybe a hair band today, until she could get back to her supplies and conditioners and do it right. Back in his room wrapped just in a towel, Erin was almost dissppointed not to find him sprawled on the bed waiting for her, but she smells coming from downstairs already confirmed he was taking the idea of breakfast more seriously than she was used to. At home her breakfast was usually a glass of orange juice and whichever piece of fruit looked the least mangy, along with the smell of her mom's cigarettes from the previous night still chokingly in the air to chase it all down. But she smelled bacon. Her stomach smelled it too.

Erin found where she'd stashed her clothes. As she considered putting on the same things she'd worn the night before, dressing in the morning just as she'd left the house the previous night, fancy for a party, she was suddenly even more grateful it wasn't a school day. She would ditch school before showing up in last night's clothes, the walk of shame too much. Just dressing up again for breakfast in the same panties from the night before felt off to her. But she'd only worn them an hour or two before Dominick had already talked her out of them. Everything was clean. And he'd found her attractive enough the night before, right? It was just the wrong outfit. Why hadn't she brought a bag with her, a just-in-case outfit for the morning, with a brush and some roll on and perfume and... Because she wasn't a slut. Was she.

She slipped back into the tight skirt, and it hugged her hips every bit as perfectly as the night before. The bra was lacy and useless as ever, but at least it would make her nipples a little less obvious the way they kept responding to being around Dominick. The little shirt, cutoff at the belly but with long almost elegant sleeves, felt really inappropriate though, too night-out. She toyed with wearing one of his shirts instead, but she hadn't asked, and she really couldn't tuck anything into the tight skirt, and leaving one of his shirts untucked she would be so small in it no one could tell she was wearing the skirt, like that was all she was wearing. No, she put on the shirt, just grateful she had the body for it.

The little necklace felt right around her neck again, and the shiny baubles clinked comfortably on her wrists as she picked up her heels and carried them barefoot with her down the hall and down the stairs, following her nose to find Dominick.

"Oh my God that smells so good Dominick. You act like its no big deal, but you must be some kind of French chef or something." She looked at the plates set up, the table already set with eggs and bacon, both. And juice! Erin has barely sat down as he pulled her chair out and she already poured herself a quick glass of juice and gulped it, her body suddenly needing energy and liquid something fierce. Then she looked at him, a little embarrassed, realizing she hadn't been as dainty and ladylike about it as she would have liked ideally. "Wow, that's, uh, really good. What is it? Not orange juice I don't think." Unless it was spoiled, but she was pretty sure she would have recognized that flavor too.
 
It was only with the food that had just been prepared set before him that made his stomach growl, he hadn't realized just how fucking hungry he was. Dinner the night before had been good and perfectly filling but the activities of the night and of course just that morning made him immensely hungry, it took everything he had not to just take all his food and start eating. He had such plans for Erin for the day and the back of his mind mentioned that he would be needing his strength, but he also told himself that this all needed to be carefully controlled. Erin might have fallen for him hard and he knew that something so simple as eating without her couldn't ruin it all but it would be a poor move on his part, something that might unsettle her later on... he had her but he didn't have complete power over her just yet.

Still she came down before too long and Dominic was quickly pulling out her chair for her, playing the part of the gentleman when so recently he had been playing the wild animal that had been tearing at her with wild abandon. He was however a little disappointed to see her back in what she had been wearing before, true she looked fantastic in it and a practiced glance at her hips seemed to indicate that she had chosen not to slip on her panties, but he would have liked to see her try to wear his clothing. Of course he knew rationally that she couldn't wear his clothes, they just wouldn't fit her at all, he could wear even the smallest of his t-shirts as though it were a very short dress and anything beyond that would just hand off her body and threaten to fall away as though it wasn't there at all. Well it didn't matter, she would wear something else before too long and Dominic would enjoy giving his input on each and every item.

“Its just bacon and eggs.” Dominic said with a chuckle, not thinking of himself as modest but not finding such a simple thing as anything immensely fantastic, taking his own seat beside her and slowly starting to eat. TO him the food was simple and decent, it would stick to his ribs and give him plenty of energy to get through the day but it wasn't much more then that to him. “Honestly with the steak last night and this today, you have seen just about the extent of my cooking skills... except for maybe burgers on a grill.” It was refreshing though to find it so appreciated, he was so used to young women who would complain that it wasn't vegan or wondering if the food had come from an organic source, instead someone who because of her upbringing was able to just enjoy the food.

That same upbringing that made it so easy to take advantage of her, the upbringing that would make further manipulating so fucking simple. How would she react today when he took her out into different stores, telling her to find whatever she liked and only vetoing items because of his taste rather then the cost?

After that first bit he wasn't able to hold back for long, soon eating very quickly and unable to really stop himself, it felt as though he were starving and good manners were abandoned for the time being while he sated that hunger. “Its pineapple juice.” He informed her with a smile in the moment where he took a breath, half of his plate cleared in just a few moments. “Normally orange juice is better for breakfast and the pineapple juice is for mixing drinks, but I was out of orange juice.” And of course with Erin he didn't need even a hint of liquor so he could sacrifice the juice normally used to mask the taste of vodka.

“Now this is going to be a little unexpected Erin, but I want to know if there are any guys or girls that have snubbed you, been just entirely terrible to you... and if you happen to know where they work.” Offering her the hint of revenge, allowing her to enjoy some power over those who had been cruel to her in the past would just bind her closer to him, bring her willingly into his control.
 
Pineapple? Erin had never really considered drinking juice from a pineapple, or that anyone would ever be dumb enough to try to squeeze one, but if you're rich enough like Dominick's family, there's probably somebody poor enough somewhere to try it. Really tasty too.

"Dominick you're too modest. Everything is amazing. And I'll bet your burgers are the best too." Erin pinkened only slightly at the thought she might have just tried to invite herself for dinner. She smiled and busied herself with a bit of egg, doing her best to keep her pinky up so he wouldn't think she was a complete hick, chewing each bite slowly like she had all the time in the world to enjoy it and just stare into his eyes as he ate the way guys were supposed to.

She glanced down to corral a bit of bacon and then looked up at Dominick attentively. A little unexpected? Her eyes flitted around for a second, not even sure where to look as her mind tried to contend with what Dominick of all people would consider unexpected. Every minute of their time together had been so incredibly unexpected, enthralling and emotionally intense and invigorating, but entirely unexpected.

Whatever he had in mind, Erin couldn't hide how eager she was to hear what he was thinking. She could feel her body already responding inside to some signal she didn't even understand, she only knew she liked the feeling, liked it a lot. It feels good to be with him, she realized. Simple as that.

His question, about all the people who'd wronged her and hurt her, left Erin silent for a minute. It really was unexpected. There were so many, but she'd learned early on to train herself to just let it go. Fighting back, for a girl like her with few friends and no social standing to rely on was a losing game, and she'd lost over and over before she finally licked her wounds and gave up.

But she saw the look in his eyes and it put a charge right through her core, really moved her to the point she felt old emotions bubbling once again right beneath the surface. Why was it so hard to keep her emotions in check around him, after a lifetime of practice?

And he just kept looking at her. She couldn't read his expression exactly, a strange thing about Dominick that just made it a little more thrilling, a little more... dangerous to be around him. He was so hard to predict, and could do the most wonderful or surprising things when she least expected it.

But here he was now caring about the hurt she carried around, apparently more visibly than she meant to. She started to shake her head, no, afraid what he might do. Erin wasn't sure how she'd feel if he...

But then some of the stronger memories stopped her, made her think again. "Carrot cunt." She almost whispered it, but she felt angry even thinking the words. She quickly clarified it for him. "I mean... there was this guy, worked in the mall, I think he still does. Someplace like P.F Francoise or Piccadilly's, you know the fancy places?" The ones Erin never bothered setting foot in, what would be the point, just to gawk at all the things she couldn't afford and have them all snicker at her cheap second hand outfits from Aunt Gertrude, or the stuff her mom ordered online with that dodgy credit card. "Mark, Mark Dunston." She didn't forget his name, just hated saying it. "Called me carrot cunt, in front of everybody, all his friends, some girls I was trying to be friends with -- it was my first week. He just called me poor little Carrot Cunt. Everybody laughed then, like it somehow made sense to them. I'm assuming it's about my red hair because otherwise..." She shivered if they were thinking something else, probably because of her mom no doubt.

Erin went quiet, remembering going home right away in tears. Her mom hadn't said anything, but Herb or Howie or whoever -- that fat prick with the cigars -- patted the couch right next to him like she was supposed to all but sit in his lap. Uncle Howie, that's right, he told her it just meant the guy, Mark, had the hots for her and was trying to get her attention. Guys were like that, he said, nodding as if he knew from personal experience. Her mom had just nodded as he dispensed his wisdom, Erin should just give Mark a quick fuck and he'd treat her different then, like Howie treated her mom, as if that was somehow helpful in any way. Erin remembered wanting to run to her room to vomit.

"I... you wouldn't... I mean..." She didn't want Dominick to hurt Mark. Well, not really. Not much at least. Maybe teach him a lesson though, that would be nice. What was he thinking? She tried to lighten the mood. "Well, I mean, if he was talking about my red hair... down there, you know? Well, that's not a problem any more is it now, thanks to you." Why did that make her want to squirm even worse, thinking about how she'd shaved her carrot cunt for him, thinking about Dominick confronting Mark. Was this what it felt like to be protected? Cared about? Erin liked it.
 
Dominic didn't bother rushing Erin or trying to encourage her to hurry up as she ate. No reason to do anything other then take their time as as he finished up his food and she continued eating. Last night he had been less patient as he had wanted to devour her, getting her into the pool being only the start of the fun for the night and he had of course enjoyed himself immensely. Now though they had all day long, he intended to fuck her at least twice more before she went home for the night, enjoying the thought of being introduced to her mother while his cum was slowly dripping down her leg, inching closer to where it might be noticed. The thought made him smirk a little bit as he finished off the last of his juice and relaxed in his chair, watching her carefully and enjoying every moment of it. She was gorgeous, and her little mannerisms were quite entertaining, especially the way that she raised her pinky as though it were high tea with the queen.

As she mentioned what someone had said about her before, Dominic's jaw clenched for a moment, his hands tightening into fists and a vein bulging from his forehead for a moment as rage built within him, threatened for a moment to overwhelm him. It didn't matter that it happened before he had met Erin, what mattered was that she was his and no one was going to treat her in that manner... and he would take steps to ensure that everyone knew how to treat HIS Erin. Reaching out under the table he laid a hand on her thigh, squeezing softly, the hand there to comfort her rather then tease or tempt.

“Erin... you're mine...” He said slowly, a deep breath to regain control of the anger that threatened to boil over for just a moment. “From the moment I laid eyes on you. If anyone talks to you in a way that you don't like then I will ensure they won't do that ever again, and if anyone touches you then I will let you pick which arm I break.” He was of course serious when he said that, he hadn't intended to get violent or aggressive with who ever she mentioned but when she mentioned what was said, instead he wanted to give her a chance to be shown off, to let her be seen with him and of course inspire some envious rumors... but now he knew that he would likely be a tad more aggressive then just showing her off, depending on the reaction that he got, how she was treated he might actually grow violent.

“Your cunt is mine...” He said slowly, his hand moving up her thigh for a moment to enforce his point, not quite reaching for what he had so recently claimed but teasing for a moment. “And if anyone else talks about it then they need to be taught a lesson.” The intensity was there but slowly faded away as he sat back in his chair, in an instant he was smiling again... the darkness forgotten and the charm that he normally exhibited taking its place instantly. “Now what do you say I take you out to where that little shit shops and let you pick out some things you like... and as a customer you can treat him however you like and if he is even slightly rude I will help you make sure he is fired.” Reasonable enough... it was a start but it wouldn't be quite visceral or satisfying enough for him.
 
Erin saw every little emotion play across his face, and although it was hard for her to read Dominick, to guess what he would do, it really moved her to see so much emotion in him over something she'd already forced herself to forget. His hand reached for her bare leg under the table, and Erin didn't tense or react at all. It felt purely... supportive, really caring in such a sweet way, not teasing or flirting at all, and yet it had exactly that effect on her, making her insides feel even softer and more pliant in his hands. She felt her breath coming hot as she looked back at Dominick, seeing someone who actually wanted her, someone to belong with, or to belong "to" as he always put it in his amazing alpha-male way. That kind of talk always seemed dangerous to her before, but she'd never had the alpha male on her side before. The idea of belonging to Dominick totally warmed her heart.

Even his slightly crude claim of her cunt as his own just sounded right the way he said it, the way his hand caressed her thigh a little letting her know he really meant it. Her eyes fluttered briefly and she glanced around, unable to match the intensity of his gaze for a moment until she could gather her spinning thoughts. Erin could feel her legs had opened a little for him, as if her body didn't even need to wait for her head's reply, every part of her knew and agreed with him already, yes her cunt really did belong to him. The little thrill of pleasure, the almost invisible shiver, took her breath as she looked back at him, now smiling. He leaned back, his hand slipping from her leg, but she could still feel it there, confident and protective and assertive. She belonged here. She belonged with him. To him, yes even that. He was worth belonging too.

Erin was overwhelmed with emotion and didn't have the breath or the words to answer him, even to thank him for being so special and amazing to her. Finally she pushed her chair back and got up, thanking him the only way she knew how, almost out of instinct. She picked up her plate and glass and fork, then came around for his. She could have reached around the table like she always did at home, especially when one of Mom's man-whores was at the table with them, but she actually wanted to be close to Dominick. Erin stood right next to him, her leg against his thigh, and collected his plate slowly, feeling her heart beating as she served him so gladly the way her mom had had to nag her all those years until she'd finally given up and accepted clean up as her job by nature. Two sets of dishes in her practiced hands, she bent down and kissed him on the side of his neck, right at his jaw line, and then whispered to him. "Thank you Dominick. I don't know what I could possibly have done to deserve someone like you in my life, but thank you." Another soft kiss with her lips, and then Erin straightened up, realizing with a knowing smile she was a woman now and had other ways to thank her man.

Still, though, old habits die hard, and when she pulled her lips from his strong neck, she turned away to the sink, ready to make quick work of the dishes so they could get to the mall. But first, wash Dominick's dishes, so normal and mundane, but suddenly feeling so incredibly sexy to do for him, imagining his eyes on her from back at the table. "Where you keep the sponge?"
 
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