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Start of Darkness (Google and Skittish_butterfly)

Erin's mind was trying so hard, thinking of herself as sexy and glamorous and desirable, trying to flaunt the fabric draped so tenuously over her breasts but still showing so much of her. She faced Dominic, the slinky revealing dress so light and elegant against her regular girl skin reminding her of when she was 9, raiding her mom's closet with Betsy, two little girls playing whore-for-a-day dress-up and just feeling so silly.

But seeing the look in his eye, watching him watch her, made Erin's hips sway that way she hadn't managed to pull off consciously. Dominic's intense attention managed to convince her body of its own sexiness in a way the mirror couldn't. She turned off her thoughts, letting her body run with it, knowing if she tried to think her way through this her brain would just get in the way.

As he whispered how he liked it, his eyes and reaching arms speaking so much louder than his words, Erin felt a sly smile creep across his lips. She let his big hand grip her wrist, moved close enough on purpose, wanting him to touch her, craving the sensation of his hands against the thin fabric and her body.

He was so strong and his pull so urgent it made her hair fly a little and she gasped in surprise as he tugged her right to her, all the way against him. Her legs opened and she took the last few tiny little steps to him, straddling his legs, the dress so short it only had to ride up on her hips a few inches. With him sitting on the low bench against the wall, even with her legs straddling him but still in her heels she was actually looking down into his eyes as his arms around her back bent her body into his. She felt her belly almost against his chest, like if she went on tip toes his lips would be able to tease her nipples out from the scant protection of the dress. But his eyes were looking up into hers, and she just settled herself on his lap, having to spread her legs a little more because of the wall behind him being so close. Then they were all but face to face, the potential touch of his lips making her own lips tingle, and she was sure she could feel his breath, his heart beat, his thoughts.

Erin could see his eyes slowly trailing down her front, to her throat and then even lower. She arched backward, offering what she could of herself to his hungry gaze, leaning her slender torso back against the pull of his arms in her lower back. The heat and girth of him pressing up on his slacks was exquisitely obvious to her, and she wriggled a little in his lap, as much for his benefit as her own.

She smiled as her little movements obviously affected him as strongly as they did her. His words were tinged with lust that made her heart pound, still in his arms. His eyes were back on hers, a stronger hold on her than even all his muscles could manage, and she felt one of his arms let go of her back, sliding in between them and then under her. The sound of the zipper wasn't unexpected, but it still made her groan softly, almost shivering as she felt him working himself free, until his cock was tall and hard and proud, pulsing against her under the dress, and his words teased her even more.

It would be so easy. Just raise herself up over his majestic inches, and then let go, let him take her. She knew the mess they were both aching to make would be far worse for the dress than the light scenting she was already giving it. But he didn't care, already talking about another color. Erin was past caring about color. She just craved contact, closeness. She needed to feel one with him again, completely, to take in this desire she saw in his eyes and felt humming in his body like a power plant. She wanted his desire to become part of her, so she would feel it all the time and believe it, not just when he looked at her, but to simply *be* that object of his desire and know it, live in it.

She thought ever so briefly of the pills, the pregnancy anxiety she was actively ignoring while there was nothing she could do about it. But his seed was already in her, his power already seeking her fertility, and she was either going to carry his child or not. What would one more time matter. She closed her eyes and shuddered as she lifted herself up, her neck bending to keep her lips near his, parted, so ready to be kissed, breathing softly against his mouth.

Erin hovered over him for what must have been a few moments but that felt like a lifetime. She heard the sounds of the mall around her, all the kids who'd teased her and treated her like nothing strolling around outside, the sound of Mark's cough nearby. None of it mattered. She had Dominic. She felt him, hard and insistent right against her, so ready to slide right up into her. All she had to do was let go and settle herself down in his lap where she belonged. Her eyes opened. She wanted to see him, wanted to know what he looked like while he felt her tightness wetly accepting every inch of him. Erin lowered herself, her eyes fluttering a little at the overwhelming sensation of his thick head opening her, forcing his way into her. She groaned and shuddered but kept lowering herself, her leg muscles taut as she tried to go as slowly as she possibly could even as her body begged her to swallow him in one swift gulp.

Breathlessly, her lips still grazing his, she softly moaned his name, her eyes glassed over as she looked into his, so close, finally settling and feeling the strong muscles of his thighs and the fabric of his pants against her bare legs and bottom, telling her Dominic was all the way inside her. She held him tight, as tight as he held her, and clung to him, living in this moment for a bit before letting herself rise up and seek even more powerful sensations from him.
 
Having her so close, so ready, feeling the way that she ground against him, feeling his cock press against her the moment he let it free, Dominic was practically drunk on the sensation. At first his plan had only been a blow job in the dressing room, putting Erin on her knees and ensuring that this time she did swallow like a good slut was supposed to... a simple enough way to establish dominance, to get what he wanted from her, release and power displayed but when he saw her in that dress the choice was made for him.

It wasn't just the dress though, not really... because Dominic had been able to see the moment that her brain took off and her body took over for him. It really made Dominic smile, he knew what went through her head or at least something close to it, and he knew that holding back would be meaningless. To force his cock into her mouth and fuck her face like there was no tomorrow might establish his dominance but it was still a little too soon... he needed to work to reinforce the pleasures that had gone through her mind earlier that day.

Of course he could have just turned her against the mirror and taken her from behind but that just wouldn't be enough, he wanted to take it a step further and giving Erin a chance to ride his cock, to let her control the pleasure for the both of them was just the right move for the time. Letting her be on top would just be an illusion of control for her though, while she would be the one moving, she would be the one doing all the real work Dominic would be encouraging her the entire time, through hands on her hips and slaps to her ass he would set the pace for her, he would encourage her to move faster, little whispers in her ear teaching her just what he liked. The perfect way for the natural-born fuck toy that Erin was to get a little bit of practice in.

He watched her eyes flutter with a smile, a low moan escaping his lips hot against her ear, brushing lips against her skin as he finally felt the head of his cock kiss against her inner most depths. His eyes narrowed a little with his own pleasure as he rested both hands on her hips, squeezing softly to encourage her as she slowly started to move. Right now he was perfectly content to let her take her time, to build up to something more and then have her release the brakes and reveal the slut that he knew she really was.

His slut, never for anyone else to know the depravities that he commuted for his own pleasure with her body.

The possibility of her getting pregnant was far from the forefront of his mind, of course he wasn't overly concerned about it though, a morning after pill could easily be gotten by the end of the day. Dominic would be happy to see her knocked up but right now it was too soon, perhaps when they were away in college, a way to ensure that she wasn't even thinking about leaving.

“Squeeze me Erin, I want you to milk my cock until I am completely drained...” The first light smack to her ass to encourage her to move faster, little more then a flick of his wrist and the impact of an open palm but he suspected that Mark might be able to hear it if the little twerp were listening closely, let the little fuck enjoy the show because it would only justify revenge later.

“Show me what you have Erin... this time its all you.”
 
Erin wriggled in Dominic's lap, working to get him as deep inside her as she could, to feel him filling her completely. HIs arms were around her back, the beautiful dress pulled up over her thighs and hips exposing her nakedness to him. Her leg muscles trembled as she held herself still over him, experiencing him.

She told her to squeeze and she squeezed. He told her to milk him and her insides went haywire at the idea of it, her body wrapped so tight and warm around his thick penetration she couldn't help worrying one of them was gonna get hurt. His words, his eyes, they drove through kindling on her fire and her kisses nibbled at his lips as he told her what he expected.

Then there was that loud smack against her bottom. She could feel her firm flesh quivering, red where his hand had spanked her. She jerked in his tight embrace, but her eyes settled back on his immediately, absorbing his message all the better as he had her complete and utter attention. "Oh... ow.... yes, Dominic, yes... " And then she showed him, giving him everything he demanded.

All her. Show him. Squeeze him. Grip him. She rose up so slowly, pressing and grimacing at the exquisite way her stretched opening felt every throbbing vein and powerful ridge of his cock sliding out of her tight grip. Please him. Stroke him. Her shoulders hunched forward, her hair falling across her face and his chest as she leaned into him fully, arching for the angle she needed. She couldn't wait for the full length of him, couldn't stand the thought of him slipping out of her. She tightened her muscles, worked her pelvis and thrust herself down on his again, a harsh gasp at the raw sensation rolling through her.

She started to move, up and down on him, the rhythm that eluded her on her feet dancing alone suddenly coming like an irresistible instinct, a need deep inside her. She knew what she needed, the same thing he did. Her hands caressed his neck, then held him tight, stroking his back and feeling him and gripping him, her body hot desire in motion.

As her moans grew in his ear, louder than she ever allowed herself back in her bedroom in the trailer, she couldn't worry who would hear her, what they would think. None of that mattered. Squeeze him. Show him. She couldn't stop.

Her lips kissed his, all of her wanting all of him, driving herself down on him again and again, feeling like if she could just press a little harder she'd taste the head of his cock all the way up in the back of her throat. She drew up as far as she dared and slid down the full wet length of his pole with everything she had, yelling out as he pounded so deep it banged her up inside, but that just made her want him more, to give him everything.

She did it again, and then again, learning his length, letting the thick head tease her opening before slamming back down on him, the fit between them perfect, his penetration complete. Erin's breath grew ragged, little sounds of almost pain at each full penetration but then drawing up for more, her soft cries rising in pitch. She was so tight, so wet, so happy. Erin leaned back, enough to see his face, to caress his strong jaw and feel the stubble on his chin, then kissed him for all she was worth as her body took over completely, giving him everything she had inside, as deep as he wanted to go.

Somehow the rising urgency in her voice found words, or at least parts of words. "Dom! OH DOM!! Yes, please, yes!!! YES!!!!" It was too much, she couldn't take any more, but she couldn't stop either.
 
The noises she made, such a wonderful little form of motivation for Dominic, it took everything that he had not to just slam her into a wall to steal her breath away and leave her limp in his arms. He wanted her in the worst ways possible that made the little hints of pain in her breath just that much more delicious to him, a sadistic streak that had been dormant and suppressed had been ignored for so long in his life was waking up immensely quickly, even the sound that his hand made when it smacked against her ass was something that made him want to do it again, this was about more then just breaking Erin down so that he could rebuild her into something more then she already was... the urge that was running through him was an urge to hurt Erin for the sheer experience of causing pain, to hear that hint of pain in her voice turn into a chorus of screams.

Of course he behaved himself though, he didn't give into the urge to pull down her top and let his teeth ravage every inch of exposed flesh, he didn't let his hand rise and fall over her ass again and again, he didn't do anything to hurt her just yet, nor did he take control... instead he remained almost still, his hips shifting a little to meet Erin's downward thrusts, one hand moving from her hip to squeeze her ass lightly, easily holding the small globe in his palm and enjoying the feel of her small body against his, even clothed it was a sensation to be enjoyed.

Of course he wasn't just staying completely still, the hand holding her ass shifted a bit, a finger pressing against that point that had made her so nervous just the night before. The pressure was light, not enough to actually enter her just yet but he increased it slowly, pressing harder at the same pace that he felt her closing in on her release, it was the way her body gripped him, the way that she was pouring down around him to the point where his jeans might end up stained, and of course the way that he heard her breathing shifting ever so slightly. He doubted Erin would be able to be entirely silent as she came but he didn't care about that, wanting to hear her screams draw the attentions of everyone around them.

“Thats my whore.” He whispered into her ear when she started screaming, his own release so close that she wouldn't need to work much longer in order to give him exactly what he wanted, he wanted to mark her again, he wanted her to go through the day knowing that a little bit of him was not only inside of her, but could be running down her thigh at any given moment. “Keep it up Erin, don't stop moving... I am so fucking close and if you stop for even a moment then I will probably use your ass next.” Not an idle threat from Dominic, a little sooner then planned but the thought of hearing Erin scream in pain as he sodomized her was an appealing one, especially if she tried in any way to push him away.
 
As Erin lowered herself on his slick shaft again and again, she felt the heat of her pleasure rising, baking her insides, the feeling of Dominic inside her bringing her right back to that beautiful vista he'd shared with her that morning. She couldn't stop, his hand on her bottom urging her along, her breath coming short and hot as she leaned against him, hips grinding with need.

The subtle movement of his hand didn't mean much to her at first, not with everything else she was feeling. The fabric of the dress caressing her skin where it gathered at her hips and cascaded over her swollen nipples and taut belly grabbed her attention, the feeling of his thighs slapping against her as she lowered herself on him again and again impossible to ignore.

But that finger just teasing with the soft curves of her bottom, taking advantage of how he had her so spread open and completely vulnerable, teasing between her legs, it started to get just a tiny sliver of her attention. At first she thought he was going to explore that delicious spot where the two of them joined, to feel their incredible tight fit, how they were made for each other, every inch of his ridges and contours sliding into her and then slipping back out, wetter with each stroke. But his finger lingered elsewhere, uncomfortably close to another spot she couldn't help feeling uneasy about. Erin couldn't tense up anymore than she already was, her body already like a taut bowstring in his grip, but her eyes fluttered briefly and she whispered his name and what she hoped sounded like "not there" but might have come out sounding more like a breathy "don't care."

The higher her pitch rose as she moaned with the full depth of each stroke, her sound punctuated by the little yip as she hit bottom, the more his finger pressed, making it slowly clear even through her fog of lust it wasn't an accident. She kissed him, needing to reassure him, then reached back and put her fingers delicately on the thick strength of his wrist so he would understand, "please," she breathed into his ear, too far gone to realize the ambiguity of her plea, how he might take it as her begging for more rather than less.

In that awkward uncomfortable moment the urgency in her little sighs and the intensity of her body's trembles dipped ever so slightly, her mind temporarily distracted by his finger. He seemed to recognize it, to have heard and understood, and his finger lightened its insistent pressure ever so slightly. Erin's lips smiled softly against his ear, kissing his ear lobe and ground down harder in his lap, rewarding him with even more effort to please him, arching a little more with her back to give him the best possible sensation of her wetness stroking his full length, and to feel his every contour making her clit vibrate with need and pleasure as it penetrated her so close by.

Her pitch rose again, and then his finger pressed again, not pushing into her but making her clench nervously, which also made her tighten around his shaft. Her eyes closed and her fingers went from the gentle casual touch to wrapping lightly as far as her small hand could around his muscled wrist. "Dom... please..." She was past speaking clearly, needing him to understand the pause her hand's gentle grip was requesting, how she was so close if he would just stop...

But Dominic wouldn't stop. Erin could feel it. Sure he pulled back briefly. Each time her heat cooled ever so slightly, he would ease up with his distracting touch, never breaking contact but lightening up on the pressure. Her hand never left his wrist either, her body tense, taut muscles rippling inside, and then she would drive herself down on him, her mind free again for a moment to surrender completely to the feeling of him driving all the way up inside her, so good she couldn't keep her pleasure silent. And then Dominic would press again, the dance beginning again.

Eric couldn't stop Dominic, deny him what he wanted, no more than Mark could. Erin felt herself flushing as she thought about how strong and irresistible Dominic's will was, how she'd thrilled to watch him protect her and care for her. It was clear to her he would always get what he wanted, and she felt a shiver of delight knowing she was what he wanted, her happiness what he fought for. He was willing to do whatever it took to get his way, that was just how he lived. Erin wasn't used to any such luxury, her desires rarely having gotten her anything but disappointment or embarrassment.

But with Dominic it was different. His desires were for her, and she felt each little step in their dance bringing her another step closer to exploding with pleasure despite the irritation of his probing finger doing as he pleased against her tense resistance. There was nothing she could do about it, and slowly her pleasure simply started to adapt to his expectations. She was so close, her body writhing and bucking but unable to shake free of his finger or the vice grip of pleasure he had on her heart. Just grinding and thrusting herself down on him and losing herself in high pitched breathy moans was all she could do. He whispered, his breath warm and tantalizing on her earlobe, making her hair lightly tickle her shoulder as it rustled in the soft breeze of his words. "That's my whore."

She arched back as his words lanced into her every bit as deep as his cock.

"I'm not..." she couldn't finish the sentence, the resulting shudder of pleasure rolling down her spine too much for her and she bit her lip and shut her eyes tight. Not a whore. Not like my mother. Not like what everyone in school already thought, what they called her behind her back and sometimes to her face. But the growing warmth inside her realized what she missed, she was *his* whore. Her mom was a whore who belonged to no one, desperate and sad and alone. Erin was Dominic's whore. She would never be alone, she belonged to *him*. That was totally different and the most amazing feeling ever.

He kept talking, telling her what he wanted, what he demanded, and she was too far gone to want anything but him. The more he demanded the more her body gave, gasping and moaning, breathless from her exertions and certain she was getting her perspiration and other embarrassing fluids all over the little dress. But Erin couldn't stop. Don't stop, not allowed to stop, she could hear he was so close. Her eyes shut tight, her hand clinging tightly to his wrist, unable to move his finger away and not sure she was even trying that hard anymore, more just holding on to him any way she could. Her other hand clutched his broad back for dear life. His pressure against her tight bottom grew along with the intensity of her cries and the urgency of her body's rhythm, lost in the throes of delight, the pleasure and the pressure, giving and receiving for him just two sides of one coin. He demanded she keep going or he would use her ass, and she felt herself tighten inside so unbelievably, his strong finger against her clenching resistance making the threat so very real. She didn't know how she was managing to still slide up and down on him so forcefully, her slippery grip on him inside was so tight.

Head back, Erin cried his name, out loud this time, feeling his finger, all but surrendered to what he wanted, just riding him, holding on with desperate fingers, still weakly trying to push his hand and finger away but long since resigned to its probing presence, riding the pleasure of him inside her. Her body pressed forward, her breasts against his chest and chin and she held still, lost in sensation, holding him deep with just her pelvis grinding against his complete penetration. "So close... so... oh God... Dominic..." Full throated pleasure, the finger, the damp dress, the world so close at hand outside their little space here, nothing mattered but the pleasure and his body against hers. "Please, yes, Dom, yes, God yes, now, please!" She couldn't even say what she wanted, not sure what it was precisely, just needing him right there with her so she wouldn't fall from this frighteningly high cliff by herself.
 
Her hand on his wrist trying to keep his finger from penetrating her was entirely worthless, he was so much stronger then her that he could easily force that finger all the way into her. Hell it wouldn't take much effort for him to just pull her off his cock, shift things a bit, and then pull her straight down onto him... the sheer amount of fluid that her cunt was coating him with would make for easy enough lubrication. To do it here though, oh it would hurt her and Dominic knew he would enjoy that but it was too soon, a little time to prepare her for what he had in mind would be well served and his finger continued to press into her, finally penetrating her. It didn't delve deep, little more then the tip flexing and twisting ever so slightly.

Her protest, it died on her lips rather quickly but Dominic suspected that she was about to claim that she wasn't a whore. Maybe she wasn't, not yet anyway but before long she would be. Let the others have the rumors about her, Dominic would be dealing with those before too long, because at the end of the day he knew that he would be able to make Erin into what every guy dreamed of having, she was gorgeous, intelligent, and after just a few days she was already a horny little thing but Dominic suspected that he was only just scratching the surface of the potential that was there. The word might be something she was opposed to considering how people talked about her mother but as her protest died off Dominic knew that it didn't matter at all.

She was working hard though, maybe it was the threat that he might fuck her ass or maybe it was just because she wanted him to get off as quickly as possible. Dominic didn't care at all what the motivation was, she was squeezing around him so wonderfully, so slick and tight, his other hand went from her hip to the back of her head, pulling her into a kiss but breaking it off as she started to scream his name, not wanting to muffle the sounds of her pleasure as she continued to ride him for all she was worth. It was the sound of his name that finished him off, the way she screamed it, he couldn't think of a single thing that was the slightest bit more erotic, such a public place where she would easily be heard and wearing a dress that would no doubt be considered ruined... and yet she was screaming his name and creaming herself. The finger pressed just a little bit deeper and then his breathing hitched for a moment, catching in his throat before escaping in a low hiss.

He pulled her tighter too him, his entire body tensing up for a few moments before relaxing, almost going limp as his cock twitched inside of her, his release not quite as voluminous as the load that he had pumped into her earlier in the day but it was still a considerable about that flooded into her womb. His breathing was heavy and he was smiling gently at her, his eyes half closed as his finger was slowly pulled from where he had pressed it but still he cupped her ass and held her close to him, enjoying the sensation of having her so close and of course suspecting that when the euphoria of the moment died down... she would probably be embarrassed but Dominic didn't care at all, in fact he was looking forward to seeing the blush on her face.

“You need to hold your head high.” He told her with a smile, knowing that how she handled this was immensely important. “He heard you but he won't say a word where I might hear it... though he might give you a look. You just need to walk out, set the clothing on the counter, and tell him that you want him to order you this same dress but in black. You meet his gaze, don't flinch and don't blink... you are with me so you are in charge.” Of course he would be there to enforce the fact that she was in charge, he wouldn't be letting Mark treat her poorly... that would discourage further public fun.
 
Erin cried his name and then shuddered deeply as his only immediate response was to press his finger even harder against her tight opening, until the tip actually entered her. She groaned and pressed her forehead to him as she struggled to accept it, not wanting it to break the rhythm she couldn't stop if she wanted to anymore. Her pelvis just kept moving, pressing down on him, and then he twisted his finger a little inside her, making her yelp in surprise and then groan and tighten on him even more.

Somehow, though, that set him off. Dominic's hand took her by the back off the head, his fingers so firm but gentle tangled in her hair, bringing her gasping lips right to his. His kiss was like an infusion of his soul, and her body responded wildly. Erin thought briefly her lips might orgasm from his kiss, but realized that fluttering feeling was rippling all through her, even around that insistent finger of his, her whole body aching with the need for him. She kissed him with everything she had, whimpering into his mouth, until he lightly pulled her head back, and she couldn't keep quiet.

it started in her shoulders, hunched forward against him, her body bent in his grip and undulating rhythmically. It spread down her spine and took over everything she could feel or think, until nothing was left but the feeling of Dominic inside her. His finger pressed even deeper and she shuddered, but she couldn't even say it didn't belong there any more. She just wanted to feel him. Her legs went taut, her belly rippling inside and a sharp cry welled up in her chest, needing just the slightest nudge to set her off.

He pulled her tight with his grip in her lower back, pulling her belly against him and changing the angle of his penetration even more and that was it, more than she could take. Three or four jagged breaths, eyes shut and moaning against him and then she cried out, shuddering and spasming on his shaft as she pressed down as deep as she could get him, until it all but hurt he was so deep. "Oh Dom.. Dom.. YES! YES!" Over and over, her cries in perfect pace with the pounding of her heart and the grinding of her hips, and then she felt his body rock hard against her, his arms keeping her body immobile, pressing her down on his cock. He wasn't anywhere near as loud as she was, but the pulsing feeling of his shaft splitting her open as he pumped his seed into her made her shudder and cry out again, his deep growl quiet but intense making her feel completely held and needed and desired beyond reason.

The two of them pressed their hips together in a shared rhythm, the dance she'd never imagined could be so perfect, until the urgency gave way to warmth and utter peace. Erin was breathing so hard, like he'd made her run a race, her legs aching from the effort of driving herself up and down on his cock for so long. Finally she opened her eyes, daring to look at him, and he was smiling right back at her. His finger slid out of her bottom with a slow aching pull and her face burned so hot she was afraid her freckles would blister. She was still grinding gently against him, riding the last little waves rolling through her, now just gripping him inside in a slow rhythm, as everything between them grew peaceful.

Dominic still held her tight, his hand still under her. She could feel her own wetness and what she was pretty sure was more sperm than she could handle dribbling out of her but it was physically impossible for her to blush any hotter. Sure enough, she had to be ruining the expensive beautiful dress.

But Dominic smiled at her. He didn't care. That had to be enough for her. He told her to hold her head high, but for the moment she just settled it wearily and happily against his chest. "In a second. I promise. I'll hold my head high, but not yet." He was still hard and thick inside her and she didn't want to worry about anything, just share this with him.

She squirmed a little, enjoying the feeling of him moving wet inside her, although it did make her groan a little. He'd worn her clit out so bad it wasn't ready to be touched and she quickly held still, just lifting her head and kissing him softly. "Ok, ok. I'll try Dom." Keeping her head up as she gave Mark the dress back was one thing. It just involved neck muscles. If she just listened to Dominic that would be fine. But how was she going to hand the dress to him, probably with her own juices and Dominic's sperm on it and tell him to order her a clean new black one instead without blushing? He must have heard.

Erin took one of Dominic's hands with her own, intertwining her fingers with her own. His hand was so much bigger it almost engulfed hers, his fingers so strong just like the rest of him. She felt better and she looked in his eyes. "You'll be with me? You promise?"

With Dominic at her side, Erin thought she could face Mark. Maybe she could face anything.

Except pulling herself up off his thick slick shaft. But it was time. She kissed him tenderly, stroked his cheek, and then slowly lifted herself from his lap, groaning at the raw sensation of him slowly sliding out of her. She felt fluids just dribbling down her thighs, not a torrent but enough to feel completely lewd, making her certain she had to reek of sex and glisten with love for anyone who chose to look at her thighs.

She stepped back from Dom once she was off of him, looking down at his glistening erection, thrilling inside to think of where he'd just been. How had he fit inside her? It was amazing. Then she met his eyes as she let the fancy dress settle down over her hips again. "So, I guess this dress is Mark's problem right? And... it's already a mess so..." Erin was blushing furiously, already aware what this meant she was going to have to face in a minute or two. But she pulled the dress up and over her head, leaving her naked in front of Dominic again. She smiled softly and wiggled her hips. Then she spread her feet a little so she could get between her legs. She turned the dress inside out and used it like a towel to wipe out everything that was dripping out of her. There would probably be more but she could deal with that later, but she didn't want to face Mark with sperm and her own fluids on the dress and her legs.

She tossed the damp dress in the corner and started wriggling back into her own clothes. Her legs still felt a little slick, that little wipe not enough to clear the feeling of his semen on the insides of her thighs, but looking in the mirror at least it didn't seem so visible. She got the lacy bra back on, her nipples still to taut and then the little shirt that left her belly exposed.

She looked back at Dominic. "I'm ready to go, but you don't look so ready yet." He was still thick and glistening and exposed. "You're not... you're not going out like that are you?" She could almost imagine it, like some ultimately primal show of male superiority, but she wasn't sure even Dominic would do that. Would he? She bent down in the corner, intentionally giving Dominic a little show as she reached for the discarded expensive dress. "You want me to clean you up first?" And she offered the dress.
 
Dominic was enjoying the afterglow of the experience, knowing that there was plenty to still do in the day but content for a moment just to relax. Erin could get up and start to clean herself up if she liked but for the time being he wanted nothing more then to watch her with a smile, squeezing her hand when she took hold of his, enjoying how much larger and stronger then her own his hand was. “Of course I will be with you...” He said with a small smile, whispered back against her kiss, watching as she gingerly climbed off of him as if even the experience of him leaving her body was something that caused her discomfort. It was almost funny to see how large he was compared to her small frame, to think that she had taken him without much difficulty at all. Of course if she hadn't been so excited it no doubt would have caused a great deal of discomfort, perhaps even a good amount of pain, the thought flickering through his mind for a moment and making him smile just a little bit more as the dress came off.

Of course the mess that was leaking down her thighs made Dominic curious, what would Erin do with it... to him the answer was of course a very logical one but he was used to treated the people who irritated him poorly, cruelty came easy to him but when he actually saw Erin use the dress to clean herself up he couldn't help but chuckle. Mark's petty little bullshit meant that he deserved nothing more, let him clean up the mess they had made, it was what he would have done of course.

As she dressed though he would wonder if she would realize that he had a bit of a mess that needed to be cleaned up as well. It was something that she had neglected to do earlier on but this time he just remained where he was, his still half erect cock standing up from his body a bit to draw her attention to it, still glistening in the light. When she turned to look at him, asking if he intended to go out like that Dominic couldn't help but grin, thinking about it for a moment before discarding the idea before shaking his head as he discarded it. It would be an amusing little trick to play but honestly it would serve no purpose at all and the stained dress combined with Erin's quite obvious cries made the message pretty obvious.

“You are a little new to this Erin.” He said, having enjoyed the little show that she had given him when she turned to retrieve the dress. “So I'm not disappointed, its just something you need to learn. You should clean my cock whenever we finish but you don't use a dress or a convenient napkin... a young lady that really wants to please her lover should use her mouth to clean him up.” Slowly he stood, hands on his hips as he looked at her with a smile, clearly waiting for her to get down on her knees, clean him up, and then tuck him away, a simple enough test to see how she would listen to him.
 
Erin was already smiling a little mischievously as she took a first step toward Dominic with the dress, thinking she might even wipe him clean herself, feel that thick strength of his one more time -- through the dress, but still, as she imagined even that it almost made her shiver. But Dominic made a little gesture, like he shook his head or something. In reality, Erin couldn't explicitly even tell what exactly he had done but it just stopped her in her tracks and she pulled her gaze from his glistening cock to look up in his eyes.

Erin's heart sink like a heavy stone the way Dominic answered her. She had expected the pleased smile, eager for her attention. But he pointed out she was new to this, like it was some kind of excuse, and her insecurities raced made her blood run hot in her face once more. She didn't even know what it was but she'd done something wrong.

Dominic tried to reassure her he wasn't disappointed in her, but Erin had spent enough years around her mom to know that meant exactly the opposite -- she had disappointed him somehow, and he was just excusing it because she didn't know what she was doing. Erin glanced at the his feet as he started to get up just feet in front of her, his glistening cock still standing tall and proud and disappointed in her.

He started to explain it was her job to clean his cock, and her hand with the damp ruined dress rose automatically as if it was somehow an answer. But it wasn't. He was patient as she needed every little detail explained to her apparently. No, not with a dress. Not with a towel, or a cloth or whatever was convenient for her. Did she love him? Did she want to please him? Then of course she should do it with her mouth. Wasn't he worth that much to her?

Dominic's hands were on his hips and Erin had never felt smaller. She glanced at the slick head of his cock, so thick, coated with his seed and her juices, thinking how it had just been so deep inside her just minutes ago, and already she was disappointing him. This was usually where she had to leave the trailer and sit out in the field across the highway for an hour until she could calm down, except she knew she could never run away from Dominic. He wasn't being mean like her mom, she had just let him down and he was trying to teach her. Erin knew she had to get better at this, at listening to what he wanted and not taking it personally, not feeling like a failure, but just constantly try to grow, to be better, to do a better job of being his girlfriend and trying to please him. He did so much for her, wasn't this the least she could do for him?

She stared at it, and all the implications suddenly came clear to her. The dress slipped from her slender fingers as she realized she wasn't going to be using it at all. If she couldn't wipe him with it, was it somehow ok to spit all of that out into the dress? Of course not, even Erin could tell that.

"You mean you want me to... in my mouth... swallow...?" She didn't even have to finish the awkward half formed question, she could already see the answer plain as day in Dominic's eyes and in the set of his jaw. Of course.

Suddenly she remembered how she'd spit him out the night before and her eyes flitted up to his, feeling strangely ashamed of herself, like he'd put up with that without even saying anything. Was she supposed to... to swallow that then too? She shuddered at the thought of it, but was even worse was the realization that he was putting up with all her little failures and shortcomings and not even saying anything, so amazingly patient with her and still protecting her and taking care of her. The thought of licking him clean almost made her grimace but she focused on how he treated her, on how much more he deserved from her, and she just smiled and looked into his eyes. "I'm sorry Dominic, I... I didn't know... I'll do better next time... I mean... now."

Erin realized there was no excuse left, no reason to wait. She started to bend forward, but it just felt awkward. So she sank to her knees, her hand on his hip for support. She shuffled a little closer to him, until his glistening cock was bobbing thick and long and hard right in front of her lips. She glanced up at him, hoping to find the approval she needed in his eyes, but it didn't matter. She knew what she needed to do.

She opened her mouth wide and got her lips around the thick head, the wetness obvious as he slipped over her lips, the tasted immediate as he slid along her tongue. It was a flavor something like her own sultry scent mixed with the sharp powerful tang of his seed, overwhelming. Erin peered up at him as her lips were halfway down his shaft. She could feel a bit of his thick sperm bunched up just outside her lips as she moved her mouth down on his shaft. She swirled her tongue, using it to swab and caress and clean him in side her mouth, to take all the mess they'd made inside of her and take the rest of it back where it belonged -- inside her. It was all she could taste and all she could smell and it was hard to separate all that from the intense sensation of his thickness in her mouth, feeling him so hard against her lips, her cheek, her tongue, the roof of her mouth.

She shifted on her knees and took him all the way to the back of her mouth, until she was almost retching, and swabbed him as best she could, then slowly pulled her mouth off his length, sucking the whole way to get every drip of the mess in her mouth and leave him shiny clean with just a little trace of her saliva left behind. His cock free in front of her face again, she peered up at him and swallowed awkwardly, feeling like she was going to faint at the thought of what she was doing, swallowing his seed.

Erin looked at his cock and realized of course her mouth couldn't clean him properly the way she had done it, he was just to big for her. She she gently grasped his length with the fingers of her right hand, right under the head of his shaft, and held him still while she worked her mouth along his full length, all the way down to the very base of his cock.

As she nibbled and licked him clean, she realized it was a good thing because he'd been so deep inside her that basically every inch of him was a wet mess she had to lick clean. She could taste herself all the way at his root, as her forehead bumped into his abdomen, her cheek getting slick from her own saliva and a bit of the mess as she moved around on her knees to get him from all angles, lowering herself to lick the underside of his length clean. Finally she straightened up and swallowed again, this time a little easier, having tasted him in her mouth long enough during her task that it was almost feeling normal by then.

She stayed on her knees in case she needed to do anything more. "Is that better Dominic?" Erin reached for the damp dress and wiped the bit of sperm and slick Erin-juice from her cheek and chin and upper lip as she looked up at him, hoping she'd done a good job.
 
It was so easy, Dominic couldn't keep himself from feeling a little thrill of pleasure when he saw the look in Erin's eyes when he explained to her what was expected of her. The spoiled sluts that he was used to would have likely just looked at him as if they were trying to figure out if he were serious or not... and then gotten down to what he wanted because they knew that keeping him happy would ensure they continued getting spoiled by him. Erin on the other hand almost seemed to be a little bit devestated by the possibility that he had let her down... and Dominic hadn't even needed to hint that she should feel that way. Of course he had suspected that she might feel like she was letting him down even with his assurance that he knew she didn't know about that sort of thing. Would it really be this simple for him to just get her to do just about anything that he wanted?

Could he just imply to her that this was something expected and watch her fall all over herself in her rush to ensure that she kept him happy. Of course seeing how nervous she looked he gave her a gentle smile, a little understanding reassurance but at the same time it was hardly the best thing he could do to put her at ease... just a way to remind her what a great guy he was and how caring he really could be... while manipulating her into doing exactly what it was that he desired.

As she knelt before him Dominic continued to smile at her, gently running his fingers over the side of her face, brushing back a few loose stands of hair as she took in the combined scent of their bodies, the same scent that filled the room but no doubt so much more potent at the source. Having her there, on her knees of course elicited a very obvious physical response from his body, even so shortly after his second release of that day but Dominic ran through some sports statistics in his head in an attempt to control it, no need to make her job any harder because if he really ended up enjoying what she was up to then soon he would end up just fucking her face with wild abandon.

Harder then it seemed though, sighing with pleasure Dominic enjoyed every single moment of his cock in her mouth and as she moved further on, slowly nibbling at his cock and working over it with her furtive little tongue. For a moment he was nervous about her using her teeth but it seemed she was clever enough to know what she was doing, the pressure was light and little more then a teasing scrape and her tongue soothed over anything even approaching pain that he was experiencing. The progress was a little slow but Erin was really doing her very best to ensure each and every inch of his cock was clean. “That is downright perfect Erin...” He said with a smile, gently taking her by the hand, gently lifting her to her feet before tucking away his cock.

Leaning in he did what he thought she wouldn't expect, brushing his lips over hers in a chaste kiss, not liking the possibility that he may taste himself on her but at the same time knowing that a simple display of affection like that would likely be appreciated and could help reinforce her love for him. “Now lead the way out Erin, I will be behind you the entire time.” A small smirk and raised eyebrow along with a small squeeze of her ass... hinting that he would be enjoying a view as he stayed right behind her.
 
Erin knelt, smiling despite the little bit of queasiness from the powerful taste of him still in her mouth and lips. She could still feel him inside her, his hot liquid presence deep in her womb. Erin thought for a moment about getting to her pills, taking another. She'd take them all in one swallow if it would help, if it would let her share this much pleasure with him without any worry.

Her mind played over what she'd just done, his real lover now, taking care of him the way lovers treat their man. And she could still hear his sigh, still feel that light touch of his fingers against her cheek, the way he'd brushed a bit of her hair back out of the way as she worked on cleaning him with her mouth, so sexy. He had no idea how much those little things meant to her, how special he was with his affection, his care, the way he treated her.

When he said her job was downright perfect, the warm rush of relief flooding through her was followed almost immediately by her heart growing too sizes bigger in her chest, so full of pride, and love. Erin laughed with delight, so happy with his approval even though she was still "new to this." Maybe the love and determination in her heart really were enough to overcome her inexperience. She'd been downright perfect! That had to mean he thought she was worthy of being his girlfriend, not just some cute loser he took advantage for a weekend and tossed aside because she was too naive to know what to do.

He took her hand and helped her up from her knees like such a gentleman while he skillfully worked his cock back in his pants with his other hand. She was about to ask him to let her do it instead, to take care of him like he took care of her, but then his lips were on hers and nothing else mattered for awhile. The heels made kissing him easier, especially when he bent down for her, and her mouth felt soft and moist against his lips, and she shuddered just a little to realize she hadn't quite wiped her lips clean enough for him, but he didn't' seem to mind, or hid it well. It was a short kiss, just a little brush really that probably meant nothing to him, but everything to her. They were connected, a part of each other. She could feel it.

Dominic pulled back, leaving her wanting more but the look in his eye and his smirk made her feel like there was a good chance she would get more -- that's what being his girlfriend meant, her needs mattered. So much of her life she hadn't even known she had any needs, or at least pretended they weren't there. It was such an incredible feeling.

He opened the door as if he was wearing a tuxedo and let her go out first. She was pretty sure he was joking about being behind her the whole way and couldn't help giggling as she jumped a little from his hand grabbing her through her skirt.

Then she saw Mark's face scowling at her. He looked like he was going to yell when he saw the state of the dress in her hand, but then his eyes looked behind her and his face when ashen. She was safe with Dominic. Nothing could touch her, except Dominic of course.

She plopped the damp dress down on the counter top, her nose wrinkling at the scent of it. But that was his problem, not hers, and she fought back the blush on her cheek, willing herself not to be embarrassed by it, at least not too much. Erin tossed her hair back with a shake of her head and held her head high, trying to think of herself as Dominic's girlfriend, not Erin. Do what he said, just follow Dominic's advice and it will be fine, she thought.

Erin didn't blink, didn't look away no matter how much she ached to. Dominic's girlfriend wouldn't, not with him standing right behind her. "This one. But in black. This one doesn't work with my hair color. Take it back." She wanted to run, certain he would snap at her or make her pay for it, but he just glanced back over her shoulder and then picked it up gingerly with two fingers and put it in a pile like he might just throw it away instead. So embarrassing, so embarrassing, but she kept her head high, starting to press her body back against Dominic a little just to feel his reassuring presence.

Mark opened his mouth but just said, "You'll get a call when it arrives, just leave your number. It'll be about a week. N-no, n-no charge for the special order or anything."

Erin nodded. "Good." She was pretty sure it was a mistake but years of habit were too strong and she couldn't stop herself, the words out before she realized it: "Thank you." Dominic's girlfriend would know he should thank her for the business, but Erin was new to being his girlfriend. She hoped Dominic would understand. Erin picked up the pencil to write her cell phone number on the piece of paper.
 
Dominic was all smiles as he walked out of the room, he only saw Mark and assumed that the other person who had been working in the store at the time was on a break or perhaps in the back room... Mark probably didn't want Dominic to undermine his position as the manager of the store too much which was a real pity... Dominic had enjoyed damaging his authority quite a bit. He remained close behind Erin every step of the way, his eyes locked on Mark's the moment the petty little functionary looked at him, knowing that it must be immensely demeaning to have to pick up the sexual fluid stained clothing that had just been ruined.

He pressed into her when she was starting to write down her phone number, plucking the pencil from her hand while his other arm slipped around her waist, holding her to him in a protective little hug. “Oh I think we can do a little bit better then a week.” He said with a smile over Erin's head, starting to write down his own phone number for Mark to call when it arrived. “And when the dress arrives I want you to call me, I will pick it up for Erin.” The reason was of course unspoken but to him it seemed obvious enough, if Erin were to come get the dress without him then Mark might try to give her a hard time or push her around again, but with Dominic getting the call then he would be there when the dress was picked up and Erin would be treated with nothing but the up most respect.

Finishing writing his number he leaned around to kiss Erin's cheek with a small smile, squeezing her hip. “Now we have some more shopping to do today Mark... but I want you to have a great day.” Stepping away from the counter he pulled Erin along with him, gentle but steady pressure ensuring that she stayed with him the entire time. “And you might want to clean up that dressing room a bit, I would hate to be a pain in your ass but it seems to me that someone might have been fucking in there earlier... the whole room smells like sex.”

Of course it was just Dominic having a little sport with Mark, knowing that it might embarrass Erin a little bit but not really caring about that... what did matter was that Mark was put in his place. Dominic always got what he wanted, he was always in charge, he was always the dominant personality in any group, Erin would be just beneath him at all times and everyone else would be below her, people that he tolerated because they might be able to do something for him. But at the end of the day it was only Erin that really mattered and he knew that he had her hook line and sinker, there was no way she would be trying to break away from his hold on her.

As they walked from the store he stepped slowly aside, one hand gripping her hips as he walked side by side with her, squeezing softly as he held her close, blinking for a few moments as they emerged into the bright sunlight. “That was wondeful.” He whispered to her. “The whole thing... but you really shouldn't thank him Erin, he is beneath you, beneath us, and there is no reason at all for you to treat him with anything but contempt.”
 
Erin's head jerked up in surprise from looking down at the slip of paper she'd been writing her number on when the pencil was suddenly pulled right from her fingers. But then Dominic's arm went around her like a safety belt on a roller coaster and she understood. Dominic's voice came from right over her head, strong and confident, not having to yell or anything, just stating the facts, simply explaining how things were going to run in a way Erin knew she could never match no matter how hard she tried.

As Dominic started crossing out the abandoned first few digits of her phone number and replacing them on the slip with his own, she suddenly felt foolish, like she'd never make it out of a situation like this if it wasn't for him. Her face was a little red and the confidence with which she'd stared Mark down before suddenly abandoned her. Mark had tricked her into starting to give her own phone number, and she'd fallen for it.

Instead, too embarrassed at having been duped so easily by Mark, she bent her neck and twisted so she could get a little sideways peek at Dominic's face looming over her, looking at him with admiration. He was telling Mark that he would pick up the dress, not Erin. Of course! She felt her face even a little redder as she had to agree with him. There was no way Erin could handle something like that, picking up the dress here from Mark on her own, and she felt relief that Dominic was taking over. She pressed back against him with a subtle little movement, such comfort in the firm warm pressure of his hard body against her back and bottom.

Dominic kissed her on the cheek and she hoped he didn't burn his lips on her embarrassment, but she smiled, happy he didn't seem upset she'd almost messed it up. His hand was at her hip, his fingers feeling so long and strong to Erin that she was sure he could wrap them all the way around her waist if he wanted to even though she knew that was silly. His tug was firm and insistent, not physically dragging her, but she knew what he wanted and followed along without skipping a beat.

They started walking out and she walked right beside him, not even letting a sliver of daylight pass between them. She and Dominic were one, like a team. Maybe Dominic was both the coach and the quarterback wrapped into one, but she felt like her place on the team was special to him too, like, maybe the cheerleader. She smiled as he teased Mark about the mess they'd made, about the smell of... sex. Her mouth went wide in shock over how direct he was about it, especially when it was totally clear all the nasty smells were really from them. But Erin did her best to keep quiet, not to let her embarrassment show. Mark was behind them now so he couldn't see her blush, so that was good at least. He probably knew what they did anyway, she'd made such a noisy commotion in the little room herself, worse even than her mom when she would scream out how big her latest lover was like she was announcing it to the neighbors.

Then the glass door was opening with the bells chiming out that someone was coming or going, and then they were going, free, out into the fresh air and bright sunshine outside, away from Mark and the mess of the dress he would have to deal with... and the smell of sex he'd probably have to sand blast out of the changing room. Dominic held her close and Erin giggled, giddy with relief as he whispered to her. She nodded with her head against his chest, yes, it was wonderful. Her arms went around him and then she leaned back, her body still tight with his but straining to peer up into his face as he talked to her, his head haloed in sunshine making her squint a little from the brightness of looking directly at him.

Dominic was pleased, but knew she'd messed up, had seen how hard it was for her on her own with jerks like Mark, and her heart sank just a little bit, not enough to do more than stop her giddy giggle, but enough. She nodded, and nodded, accepting everything he said like a confession of guilt without even hearing the sentence. "I'm sorry Dominic. I know, you're right. He's a bug and I know I messed up, you step on bugs you don't thank them or... or give them your phone number." Just that brief mention of it made her face burn again so she was sure he must be able to feel the heat of her cheek through his shirt, probably leaving a little Erin-shaped burn on his chest.

"Thank you for being there to save me from making a fool of myself, and letting Mark walk all over me again. I don't know what I'd do without you." She gave him a really tight squeeze. "It's just... it's hard for me. It's like a habit, a defensive reflex for me I can't help, just years and years of feeling like the bottom of the totem pole and holding everybody else up kind of training me to just say please and thank you and keep out of everybody's way so I didn't make my life any worse than it already was. I'm... I'm just not used to what it's like to be on the top, here with you. I need to get the old habits out of me and build new ones, I guess." She said it and glanced at him, just the slightest bit anxious and looking to his eyes for confirmation he was in this for the long haul, that teaching herself a new way of being wasn't just a self-defeating setup for more pain if he dumped her.

They started walking and she didn't totally let go of him, any more than he let go of her, two walking as one. Her mind left the embarrassing topics, drifting back with a smile to how it felt to have Dominic inside her even as he walked out here beside her. She mulled over the pleasure, every sensation.

Finally she spoke, a little curiosity too much for her as they looked in more storefronts, making her feel like this shopping trip was different than any in her life, like anything was possible. "Dom? Why... I'm sorry it's probably obvious but I just don't.... why... why did you... when we were in the room, making love you know? Why did you keep putting your finger... " Her face was red and she hoped he even remembered. It might even be such a nothing to him that it was already forgotten, but it was weirdly hard for her to just come out and say it, especially out here, in the middle of the crowd. But she wanted to understand. That finger had been difficult for her and she suspected she'd been doing something wrong, maybe some signal she'd misread, and she didn't want to make the same mistake again. She wanted to be the best possible lover for Dominic, so he couldn't even imagine loving another.
 
The sun on his face warming him a little bit, feeling Erin so close to him, knowing how she blushed... he had even felt it when he had kissed her cheek. For the first time in quite a long time Dominic was content, happy with just the moment rather then looking forward to something else that he desired, what it was that he needed to get next in order to satisfy the urges he felt. No doubt this moment wouldn't last, soon he would be looking to the future and planning what his next step with Erin was but for now... well he almost had to wonder if this was love. His parent's were hardly a great example of what love could be, constantly cheating on each other, not even bothering to hide their affairs from their son... for Dominic to be content just sharing a day in the sun was something immensely shocking for him, he wasn't even looking at any of the other young women around him because there was no need too.

He had something far better at his side.

“You keep being nice.” He whispered to Erin with a smile, squeezing her side softly. “You can be the nice one between the two of us, treat everyone around you with kindness... I will be there to watch out for you, if I think anyone intends to take advantage of you then I will step in right away.” Seemed like a simple enough arrangement to him, she would continue to be nothing but innocence and sunshine in public while Dominic would be ready to step in at the slightest insult to her... and best of all this behavior would come with her sanction. Should he ever sense that he needed to bring her back in closer once more it would be easy to say he had seen something, that he had been worried and was just stepping in to protect her.

Her question about what he had done with her while they were... making love, it caught Dominic off guard and he actually paused for a moment before pulling Erin towards a decorative fountain that had been set up in an open space between some of the stores, sitting down on a bench and looking into her eyes as he pulled her down with him.

He could of course tell her the same line about how it was something normal, how everyone did it... but he knew that all it would take was a single conversation with a sexually active friend to learn that it wasn't something that happened with everyone. A touch of honesty here would serve him much better then before and of course he expected it to make her eager to please him.

“Erin that...” A moments pause and a deep breath, “everyone likes different things in and out of the bedroom. When we were making love I was a little bit caught up in the moment.” Another deep breath as though he was considering what he was going to say but Dominic already knew what he was going to do next, how to manipulate Erin into doing just about anything he wanted. “Some of the things that I like doing isn't something that every young lady enjoys. Normally I don't act on those urges, I keep them to myself because it can frighten someone... but with you I was just so at ease that I got caught up in the moment.”

A smile on his face, his lips close to her ear as if he were sharing a secret with her. “If it frightened you or made you uncomfortable I am sorry about that Erin... but some of the things I like can cause a little bit of pain and I don't want to do anything that would hurt you... I wouldn't do anything that you weren't ok with.” One more pause, a little smirk as he pulled back to look her in the eyes. “Just remember that you might have to say no twice.”
 
Erin's question about his finger just seemed to hang in the air between them like a radioactive balloon, and she suddenly felt worried she'd said something wrong. Was she supposed to have been cool about it, like she didn't even notice? Well she did notice, how could she not? But she couldn't help feeling like she put him on the spot by just asking him about it now. He wanted her to be the nice one and he would be the one making everyone feel bad -- had she said something to make him feel bad? She wanted to apologize, to take it back, to tell him it was no big deal.

Before her doubts turned into action though, Dominic just pulled her aside out of the crowd into a little alcove with benches and a fountain. No one else was sitting there, and Erin couldn't help imagining he was going to chew her out for asking such a thing out in public at the mall, potentially embarrassing him, or maybe he was just upset she sounded like she didn't enjoy it. It wasn't the worst thing in the world, maybe she could say that. Maybe she could tell him she could learn to like it. She wasn't sure she would because it was uncomfortable and made her anxious, but she could pretend to like it for him maybe, if it was really this important. But every instinct in her body told her she was about to get a talking to, like her mom used to do when she'd jerk her aside and practically dislocate her arm anytime she said anything about one of Mom's guys out in public. Erin had learned pretty quick to keep her mouth shut, don't cause a sink in public. Somehow being with Dominic though had felt different.

He pulled her down to the bench and she almost flinched as he looked in her eyes so deeply, her heart feeling so fragile like it would break if he even whispered his distress too loudly at her. Her mom getting upset she could take, but if she had somehow made Dominic that mad to pull her aside like this, she wouldn't be able to handle it.

Dominic started and paused, taking a deep breath, and Erin looked down, her cheeks getting pink already, her head slowly starting to shake back and forth in denial. Please don't be mad at me, she wished, please don't.

He went on, about people liking different things in the bedroom. Erin tried to look up, to nod. She knew better than most, having heard just about every different kind of noise or disgusting slap of contact between male and human flesh possible coming out of her mom's room. She just nodded, not knowing how to explain that, not even sure it would matter if she had really blown it that badly, but she tried to look in his eyes, to show him her attention.

He said making love. Caught up in the moment. Was that an explanation? Was it all an accident? He didn't sound mad, he sounded... embarrassed? Like maybe he knew he made a mistake? Erin's heart finally started beating again as she waited out another awkward deep breath from Dominic. He seemed so lost, like he didn't have a clue what to say to her, but needed to talk it through with her. She mattered to him. He was baring his heart to her. Her hand darted out for his, taking his big fingers in hers and holding on, encouraging him. "It's ok, Dominic, it's ok. I... "

But he went on. Erin tried to wrap her head around the idea of Dominic being afraid to be himself, keeping his deepest desires to himself because he was afraid girls might not accept them. He had been free with her. He had trusted her, let her see the real him, what he really wanted. When he stuck his finger in her bottom, it wasn't degrading or lewd, it was like the highest compliment he could pay her, sharing something with her that he kept from other girls!

She was still squirming just a little with pleasure at this idea, that he'd been real with her, that he was hers, for real. Maybe it was uncomfortable, what he'd done, but it was beautiful too, a man needing something from his girlfriend, and not afraid. And maybe she had gotten uncomfortable and tried to swat him away at first, but in the end, she'd accepted it hadn't she? She had given him what he needed!

Erin felt her heart soaring as he held her hand and leaned in close. She leaned toward him too, in love with the idea of having secrets with Dominic, things that were just for them, that the world didn't know about, only the two of them. They were so close she could feel his breath on her cheek, a few of her hairs catching on the very light stubble of his cheek. It was just the mall, the same old mall she'd shopped in and had kids taunt her in and been yelled at by her mom in for years, but today it was special, a magical place where she'd made love with her amazing boyfriend, and shared things with him that no one else could possibly understand or know about. Her body tingled as he whispered about his concern for frightening her, that some of the things he liked might cause her some pain but he didn't want to ever hurt her in a way she couldn't handle. He pulled back enough for her to see the familiar Dominic smirk, the one that made her heart go pitter pat, and he reminded her she could always stop him by saying no, twice.

She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight, whispering back in his ear just as he'd whispered in hers. "Dominic, you are so incredible. Don't worry about the finger, about what whether you're going to make me uncomfortable or hurt me a little. I was fine, I was just... surprised maybe. I have to get used to things. But I always... always want you to be the real Dominic with me. You never have to tiptoe around me and be fake with me like those other girls." She didn't even know which other girls he was talking about, but she really didn't like them and it came out in her tone.

She thought about how special it was that he was this open with her, and tried to call up the memory of his finger tight inside her at the same time, to combine the two feelings to see if she could imagine it feeling better, knowing it was really his love that was making him treat her like that. It made her squirm again, her breasts pressed against the side of his chest as she leaned into him, her leg pressed against his. "I, I would be totally ok if you did that again, anything you want, please, don't be afraid. I want to be the girl you need, not the kind of girl you have to hide from and pretend with. I'm here for you Dominic." Then she kissed him, just lightly at first but if he was over his awkward feelings about what he'd done and decided to kiss her back, no one else was nearby and she wanted to feel him, wanted to taste him. "I love you so much." And she kissed him again.
 
There it was, he had told her the truth or at least most of the truth and she embraced him for it. Of course it wasn't fear that had stayed his hands with the other girls he had enjoyed himself with in the past but instead a feeling that they might not be worth the effort, that truly enjoying themselves within would be entirely pointless because they wouldn't embrace what he was able to show them. Erin on the other hand would embrace it, she already was embracing him for opening up to her, for admitting to her that he had desires that he wasn't comfortable showing others.

Hell the tone of her voice when she mentioned other girls was downright hilarious to him, she had to know that she wasn't the first that he had been with and yet there was already jealousy there and he squeezed her back, returning her embrace with a smile as though to remind her that she that she was the only one for him, that right now he had no interest in anyone else and why would he want someone else?

She told him not to worry if he hurt her or if he made her uncomfortable, what more could a budding sadist like Dominic hope to hear and when she kissed him allowed her to take the lead for a little bit, at least until she broke off the kiss to tell him that she loved him. After that he returned the kiss with earnest, uncaring about the people around them, feeling her pressed against him causing an obvious and eager response from him.

Quickly he moved to dominate her through the kiss, his tongue pressing into her mouth, his lips moving over hers, his teeth even catching her soft flesh for a teasing little pinch before he had to stop to catch his breath, excited by closeness that he felt to her in that moment. “I love you too Erin.” He whispered to her, his lips moving over her jaw line for a moment to tease her there, the occasional small bite as his tongue teased over the lightly freckled skin. “But you need to be one hundred percent sure about what you said earlier, maybe I enjoy causing a little pain.” Pulling back a little bit the smirk was quite visible, clearly he was enjoying himself, letting her get a more intimate look at what she had gotten involved with, little bit by little bit he was revealing himself to her.

"You might have fallen in love with a budding young sadist who is hopeful that he found the perfect little masochist for him."
 
Erin gave herself completely to his kiss as Dominic took over, his strong arms holding her tight. She loved the feeling of their breath coming together, the taste of his lips and tongue. She gasped lightly each time his teeth caught her lower lip and tugged, as if he wanted her so much he needed her lip too. His need was intoxicating. Her mouth felt so soft and welcoming as he explored with his lips and teeth and tongue, her own tongue lightly swirling with his, openly encouraging him to let her be a part of him, feeling like she was an extension of his desire. And when he said he loved her too -- he loved her! Her! Erin, from trailer 6b! -- she whimpered openly, the emotion of it too much for her, and her arms clung to his shoulders and neck as tight as she could. Dominic didn't kiss her mouth again, as much as her lips tingled and ached to feel him again. He nibbled along her jaw and Erin shivered at the sensation. She felt so completely open to his touch that every nerve in her body fired no matter where he touched her -- yes, every nerve.

Erin tilted her head, offering more of herself as he brushed her hair aside and nibbled lower on her neck, tingling everywhere his teeth grazed her sensitive skin. His breath was at her ear, the slightest nibble on her earlobe just barely brushing her dangling earrings and setting them in motion against the skin of her neck too. He whispered she needed to be 100% sure about her willingness to give him everything, even if it hurt a little. Erin closed her eyes, feeling the ache for him pulsing so strongly, as if his seed had worked up so deep inside her it was setting off every nerve and need in her body, she knew she would give him 150% if he asked, she would find a way. She nodded as he pulled back, finding in his eyes searching her too, as if it really was so important to him that she understand and accept this in him. "Yes, yes, of course, Dominic. I'm sure."

She was smiling, feeling so warm inside from the idea she meant this much to him, that he was hanging anxiously on her response like that. And then he smiled too, and Erin knew she'd said the right thing, that everything was ok. He spoke of love again and her smile got even wider, her eyes brighter. It was almost poetic the way he used the imagery of that bit of pain love can bring, the hurt she would gladly endure for him if it came to that. She nodded and couldn't help the sense of almost melodrama washing through her, as if her life was no longer tawdry and cheap, but the stuff of romantic stories, a movie. "Yes, my love, we're like that, perfect together. The sadist and masochist, just like them we're perfect for each other, neither whole without the other, like they've been waiting their whole lives to find each other and finally live fully." It was a perfect metaphor for the intensity of the love she felt between them, for the depth of her commitment to his happiness and he to hers she knew too, troubling and challenging but beautiful too.

Erin looked around at all the people walking past in the mall which she sat, snuggled up to Dominic, his arm around her holding her tight. She'd always thought of them as somehow more special than her, more entitled, like she was tragically doomed to live on lower kind of life than them. But now with Dominic at her side, they suddenly looked to her like they were the extras in the movie of her life and not the other way around. Dominic just changed everything, like suddenly everything in her life was different and she was just discovering who she could really be with him. "I'm yours Dominic, I'll be your masochist." It was a lovely image, romantic and dangerous, just like Dominic.
 
It was like the perfect girl, the one he could only have imagined had just fallen into his arms. Here he was telling her that he wanted to hurt her, admitting that he was looking forward to the pain that she would experience at his hands and yet she was acting as though he had just pulled out a diamond ring fit for an heiress and proposed to her in the most romantic way possible. Of course she hadn't experienced any of what he had in mind for her just yet, only the slightest teasing with his finger at her ass, Dominic even suspected that she might not full understand what a sadist could really be like... maybe she had just found some cheap romance novel with themes of spanking and maybe some kinky dirty talk between the characters... but she couldn't even begin to suspect what it was that Dominic wanted to do to her.

He continued to hold her close as she spoke, smiling the whole time, fingers lightly running over her body in a subtle little tease to the nerves that were already on fire. Everything she said was just perfect, perhaps just a little bit stilted and melodramatic but it was the meaning behind the words that mattered... she thought she was good enough for anything that he had in mind for her and while she might soon learn that she wasn't up to the extreme end of the spectrum Dominic intended to work towards those before too long.

“You can't even imagine how happy you have just made me.” He whispered to her, his voice thick with lust and though he had just emptied his balls into her cunt he was already hard again, something she had to know from the closeness. Leaning in closer to her for a moment his teeth grazed her neck right over her pulse, teasing her with just the slightest hint of what might follow... knowing that now that she had agreed to it he had one more stop to make before they were done. She might not have agreed to be his personal little fuck slave but it was close enough for his tastes... he wanted to get a collar to slip around her neck, a subtle thing that might not be recognized right away but would hopefully be tight enough to ensure she was able to feel it squeezing at any given moment.

“We can start off subtle.” He promised her with a small smile, letting his tongue trace over the subtle marks that his grazing teeth had left on her pale freckled flesh. “Maybe just a spanking when you are a bad girl or just a hint of breath control... wet sports and rim jobs will have to wait a little bit... unless you feel up to anything particularly kinky.” He locked eyes with her as though he were able to look into her soul. “So if you have any particular little fantasy that you have kept locked away for years, any dreams you were to embarrassed to ever talk about... then this is the time to let me know.”
 
Erin squirmed against Dominic, wriggling even closer, smiling at how happy he whispered she'd made him. A shockingly large part of her imagination was devoted to thoughts of making Dominic happy by that point, and that he seemed to think she'd made him even happier than that made her so warm inside it was almost like some sort of sexual response. His teeth were at her neck again and Erin closed her eyes and tilted her head more, her hand lightly brushing back her hair so he couldn't doubt that she was his completely. His teeth scratched ever so lightly over her delicate skin and Erin shivered, feeling the power of his jaws behind that rough scrape, like he could bite her, hurt her even if he wanted, and she didn't pull away, not if she wanted him to feel like she really was the girl he needed, the one he'd been waiting for.

And of course Dominick didn't bite her, not really. Just more whispers, the touch of his lips and teeth and tongue at her throat driving her as crazy as his words had been. He talked about starting subtle and she nodded almost unconsciously in agreement, one of her hands gently squeezing his shoulder just to feel him, the other lying gently on his leg just touching him. Starting subtle, yes.

He started talking about some of the things he would do and Erin wasn't sure if her gasps were from the his lips and teeth and tongue at her throat or from the tantalizing trail of electricity his daring, dangerous words were sparking along her spine as her brain tried in vain to find somewhere familiar to put these strange new ideas of his. Dominic was not like anyone she'd ever met, everything about him like a mysterious new surprise for her, his whispered thoughts so dangerous but alluring, foreign to her nice girl self-image and yet... if the things he talked about were new and different, a few of them even incomprehensible to Erin, what did it matter? What good had being the nice girl done for her life so far? Had it protected her from even a single bully? Had it gotten her to a single dance, or gotten her asked out by anyone who hadn't already fucked her mother? It was comfortable and easy for Erin to be the nice girl, to shy away from the kinds of things Dominic wanted to talk about, but had it ever made her shiver with delight the way Dominic did?

Erin sighed softly, feeling her tense body against him slowly relaxing as she tried to let go of her fears and embrace the possibility of happiness, the kind of happiness she had only ever found in Dominic's arms. He had pulled back and was staring at her now, like he was waiting for her to say something and she couldn't help blushing intensely at the idea he wanted her to talk about those things too. She blinked a couple times, trying to put the embarrassment and anxiety and, yes, a little fear aside, and to focus on making him happy. Her heart pounded against his chest with a certainty that the key to her own happiness was found in Dominic's happiness, that it was something she could never achieve on her own but only something for the two of them to share.

"I..." She didn't really even know how to begin, feeling almost as awkward as she had trying to dance for him back in that dressing room, so aware of his desire for her, wanting to please him so badly, and just not certain how to do it right yet, how to embrace what he so clearly saw in her that she was still struggling to understand herself. A bad girl, he'd said. Her every instinct was to reassure him she wasn't that kind of girl, that she was good and kind, perhaps to a fault that let people walk all over her sometimes, but she would do everything she could to make sure he never needed to spank her. But she looked in his eye something in the way he made her body tremble with that look told her he needed more from her than that.

"Dominic... if, um, if I'm a bad girl, I would be the luckiest girl in the world if you would, would spank me and show me how to behave." Erin's breath was coming shallow and it felt like he was going to make her blush turn permanent. It was so hard for her to say these things, but to see the look in his eyes, she couldn't stop either. Her voice was timid, a soft whisper kept low enough so no one but he would hear her talking like this, and she went on, trying to show him she could be the girl he needed.

"I don't even know what some of these things are yet, the things you want to do with me, to me I guess, but there is no one -- no one -- in the world I would want to teach me except you. Breath control? I... I don't know... Dominic, you're the only one I trust, I trust you to control me completely, however you need? Do you understand?" She was looking up at him intensely, wanting him to believe her, even as she was a little scared realizing how much she meant it herself, what she was offering. She didn't understand the details, but she wanted him to have all of her, saving nothing for anyone else, because no one else in her life mattered, other than Betsy maybe and she wouldn't mind if it made Erin happy.

Erin felt Dominic's eyes penetrating her soul even deeper than his hard cock had reached, and it was like he turned a key in her heart, unlocking it for the first time in her life. All the years listening to the perverted sounds from her mother's room, night after night, the soundtracks to all the porn and the lewd comments of the strange men staring at her legs while they ate breakfast or finished a morning beer before leaving, she'd locked so much of that inside her without even realizing it was there.

But suddenly as Dominic talked about her fantasies, asking about the little secret dreams she kept locked away where she could pretend they weren't really hers, little flashes came back to her, glimpses of the depraved thoughts that overwhelmed her in those moments of desperation when she touched herself all alone in the dark. She wanted to lock them up again in her heart right away, pretend they weren't there like always, but with Dominic here with her, it was like the lock on her heart was broken and he left her no choice but to face them, the things her twisted little brain couldn't help thinking about when she lost control to her body's needs in the night.

"I don't have any fant..." She had started to deny it instinctively, feeling almost a panic in her pulse, blushing as much from the fear of self-recognition as anything else, afraid of facing the depravity she'd kept hidden from herself her whole life, the fear her heart yearned for things even worse than what she heard from her mother's room. Erin looked down, staring at her small hand on Dominic's big thigh. Trust him, Erin, trust him, her heart begged. Still staring at his leg, her other hand still on his shoulder but too nervous to squeeze him now, she started to mumble, more like confessing her darkest sins to a Catholic priest than flirting with a loving boyfriend.

"Dominic, I do... I think of things... I do... not the same as you exactly, but I....oh God this is hard for me Dominic... please hold me... I... when I, you know... well, I think its the years of hearing my mom and all of her boyfriends, it has to be that, because I think I'm broken inside, I think of the worst things Dominic." Erin felt like if she knew how to drive, this was what it would feel like to steer a car into an oncoming train and feel helpless to stop what was coming. She wanted to lie, to make something up, but his eyes -- Dominic's eyes would see, he would know, she was sure of it. She had to trust him. How could he love her if she didn't trust him enough to share everything with him? Even the parts she didn't want to.

"Sometimes I can't... well..." Erin struggled, squirming a little and taking a deep breath before going on, "Well, finish, you know? Unless I think about maybe one of the bullies at school slapping me in the face, or spitting on me" She couldn't look at Dominic, still staring at how small his leg made her fingers look, just rushing on now that the cork was finally unstopped from her bottle of deep dark secrets.

"Or just, weird things like that, almost like my heart believes I really deserve the way the terrible way people treat me -- except for you obviously -- but it's like there's some sick part of me that really wants to be treated like that, or why would I be thinking such horrible things when I really should be thinking... prettier thoughts. I'm afraid, Dominic. The things you're talking about? I'm afraid, afraid they'll hurt, yeah, or be really embarrassing or something, yeah, but I've lived with that all my life just having to show my head outside the trailer in the morning after all the noise everyone hears during the night, knowing they just see me as my mother's daughter, feeling them judge me. It's not the embarrassment or a little pain or whatever I'm afraid of. It's that I'll, that I'll lose myself, lose all the protections I've built up around myself over the years, that I'll like it too much. Afraid I'll be even worse than my mother."

Her long whispered confession winding down, Erin felt so awkward and uncomfortable, realizing how he'd just let her ramble on digging her hole deeper and deeper, and she couldn't take her eyes off her hand on his leg. She felt torn between tears and ten other emotions, shivering, like letting these words out of the darkness in her heart for the first time in her life, stuff she'd never even shared with Betsy, left a great big frozen void in her heart that had really been there all along and she'd been to afraid to face. Finally she looked up at Dominic's face, feeling completely opened up and exposed and vulnerable and not knowing what to expect from him. "I'm sorry, I'm, I'm not used to this yet Dominic, I'm sorry. I think I was supposed to just say I have fantasies about playing your dirty maid or something. I wish that was all it was." Erin shivered again. She was way more broken than that and was facing it for the first time now with Dominic, too late to climb back into that comfortable denial she'd lived with so long.
 
Dominic remained silent after his question, smiling a little bit at her, urging her on with his eyes locked on hers. She seemed nervous, he liked that, he wanted to have her nervous, he wanted to have her on edge, he wanted to hear what it was that she thought about in her darkest and most private moments but until that moment came about he was quite happy to just watch her blush and stumble over her words while she tried to figure out what to say. Her admitting that she would feel lucky if he were to spank her, Dominic knew that before too long he would need to come up with some excuse to put her over his lap. Showing her how to behave, how to become the perfect little slut for him would make them both happy. Maybe she didn't understand everything that he had in mind for her but that didn't matter at all, Erin was just eager to please him.

She was nervous of course but it made sense for her to be nervous, the things he wanted to expose her too were hardly what most people considered to be normal and he would take a great deal of pleasure in her fear and the pain that he exposed her too... nothing permanent of course, but seeing her bruised, tears running down her face, hearing her gasp in pain was the pinnacle of what he could enjoy with hear... made all the better knowing that when he was done she would curl up against his chest and thank him for the experience.

But then she started to deny that she had any fantasies of her own, Dominic raised an eyebrow at her denial, thinking that perhaps she was giving him an excuse to punish her a little sooner then expected. Before he could urge her own though she spoke up, talking about how hard it was for her, asking him to hold her close which he did immediately and with a soft smile on his face to encourage her gently, fingers squeezing and massaging to help her relax and feel more comfortable though he liked her feeling nervous.... it was important for her to speak up though.

She spoke of her messed up home life, feeling that she might be broken, and all the while Dominic held her close to her chest, wanting her to feel safe... ready to assure her that she wasn't broken.

And then she spoke of what she needed to think of some times in order to push herself over the edge and Dominic smiled, he was a little surprised by this revelation. Of course it made sense once he thought about it but Dominic wasn't going to say that just now. It was perfect though, it seemed that perhaps Erin wasn't just a girl who was going to try whatever he wanted and try to take pleasure in it, perhaps his instincts had led him to a masochist from the start. Oh it seemed as though she was likely in denial about it all, that a little bit of work would be needed to help Erin embrace these desires but it was still so perfect... almost as if they had been meant to be together.

He didn't know just how to say that, how to put it into proper words, but Dominic squeezed her tighter, almost crushing her against him for a moment before releasing her and grinning a little bit. “Erin, you aren't broken.” He told her with a low chuckle. “But even if you are then it doesn't matter because that would mean I am broken too... but it seems that the edges will still fit together.” A turn of phrase that was a little bit awkward perhaps but Dominic thought that it would fit well, something that she would like.

“That French maid idea does sound appealing though.” He said with a small chuckle after a moments silence, wanting to break the tension a little bit and trying to bring a smile to Erin's face. “But you don't need to worry about freaking me out with any of your desires... if just sounds like you might like a bit of humiliation to spice things up a little bit and I am more then happy to accommodate you in that.” Maybe he wouldn't need to take things so slowly, he would step up his plans just a little bit. “Now what do you think about doing some shopping for some more intimate things, I think that such a good girl needs to be rewarded for opening up to me... maybe a nice leather collar to wear for me?”
 
Erin shivered ever so slightly against Dominic, as if she felt naked and exposed in the cold wind of all she'd revealed to him. She looked down at her hand on his thigh, too embarrassed to face him. What if he hadn't realized she really was this pathetic inside, how her heart had been hurt and warped from years of growing up in a trailer park, dad long gone, no one to protect her from all the taunting and humiliations from the other kids and her mom's lovers alike. He had fallen for her pretty face, but now that he saw it was just a mask covering a damaged soul, would he run for the hills? It might be a foot race between the two of them, because after giving him a glimpse of the Erin she scarcely even faced head on herself, she wanted to flee too, to hide from the embarrassment and the ache in her heart.

But Dominic just squeezed her even tighter. Erin looked up into his eyes with surprise and found him grinning, not frowning, his eyes on her rather than the door. He didn't think she was broken, and he chuckled like it was no big deal, like the weird stuff her life had done to her thoughts was perfectly ok.

Then Dominic's words painted a perfect picture for her, one she could understand and accept and live with. The two of them, broken together, jagged broken pieces that fit together perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle. It took a moment to wrap her head around the idea of Dominic as broken, to get past thinking he was just saying it to make her feel good. But then she thought about how different he was from anyone she'd ever met. Everything about him that just seemed so perfect to her, that beckoned to her and drew her to him like a magnet from the moment they'd met, other guys she knew weren't like him. He might think of himself as broken too even though to her he was perfect.

She smiled, looking up at him, so close. "Perfect for each other. Our broken hearts are like a puzzle finally put back together into one picture that makes sense." He was right. He always seemed to be right.

Dominic squeezed her again, but he didn't kiss her the way she expected. She kept her face upturned, feeling so drawn to him. He talked about the maid idea like it was a good idea, and she laughed and smiled. "Now I'm sorry I brought it up." The moment suddenly felt a little playful. Erin smiled as the mood lightened so suddenly, realizing how Dominic seemed to know how to calm her as well as he could inflame her. Her emotions felt like putty in his hands, but that felt nice. She'd never felt this open with anyone before, never trusted anyone to share real feelings, the scary ones, like this. And Dominic could handle it.

He was reassuring her that he wasn't freaked out and she nodded against his shoulder, so comfortable despite the strange conversation they were having right here at the mall. Would she ever look at this little bench the same way again? Dominic was going on and Erin just kept nodding against his shoulder, partly because it just felt nice against his shoulder, and partly because it was just so easy to agree with him.

The thought of humiliation spicing things up slowed her nodding though. Her instinct of denial reacted almost instantly, and she knew she must have tensed up against him. But she closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. She was with Dominic. It was ok. They were broken together, two pieces of one broken heart that finally fit together again. No one else in the world knew the things she'd told him, but now that she'd told him, now that he knew and seemed to still care about her, she had to start facing it herself. It was true. At night when she was alone, needing a moment of pleasure to end the drudgery of outright misery of each long day, Erin couldn't help using the bottled up humiliations and degradations of her life to spice up her thoughts, to give her that bit of pleasure she needed. She had to face it, had to face Dominic knew it now too. It was pointless to stay in denial anymore, at least with him.

She relaxed a little, even as she still felt a little anxious buzz still in her legs and her heart as he talked about being willing to accommodate that. As much as she tried to relax, to focus on Dominic right here and now rather than anything they might do in the future, still, it scared her. Was she really ready for this?

He wanted to shop for more intimate things and he talked to her in a way that made her insides flush warmly. Something about they way he talked about her being a good girl made her shiver slightly, this time in warmth, a good girl that Dominic wanted to reward. It was like his words filled a little void in her heart. She nodded, "I'd like that."

Then Dominic got specific and she felt her heart skip a beat. A leather collar. That could be anything. Some kind of goth girl thing that was so not her. Some sort of elegant Hollywood starlet kind of decoration, that was also so not her. But somehow the way Dominic said it, it didn't sound like something pretty, or something just for show. He made it sound like a dog's collar, or a slave's collar, something useful and intensely meaningful, not just for show. At least that's the way Erin heard it, and the look in Dominic's eyes as she peered nervously up at him didn't change that impression.

Erin swallowed hard, feeling her pulse everywhere as her heart pounded so hard. Her denial instinct was so strong, but it didn't make sense, not around Dominic anymore. It didn't sound like her own voice in her ears but she almost whispered her reply. "That... that would be... would be great, if you... if you want... thank you." To wear for him. That's not what a boy says when he give his girlfriend a pretty necklace. This was something else, something else entirely, and Erin felt the world slowly shifting beneath her, like she didn't know where she stood anymore, only that Dominic was at her side.
 
Was it really so easy to manipulate her emotions, just moments ago Dominic was sure that Erin had been on the verge of tears, a thought that had admittedly excited him, but then with a few simple words and a bad little joke about a maid outfit he had her smiling all over again. Of course it wasn't the challenge that made Dominic want her, though her turning him down when he asked her out in that first class had first gotten his attention. He wanted her for the potential she saw, potential that he was just starting to realize went far deeper then he could have expected. Everything she said just made him smile a little bit more and after spending just a little time with her... simple lust had changed into something more then just infatuation and desire. Could this be love? Dominic really wasn't certain but what he was feeling was unlike anything else that he had ever known before... its depths were only just being explored.

He was pleased that she liked the idea of the collar, of course if she didn't like it then it really wouldn't matter at all. It might have to just start off only in the bedroom or just between the two of them but he would work it up to something worn in public over time, but having her enjoying the idea of the collar would of course make things a little easier to move to that final step, to having her openly submitting to him whenever and wherever he desired... no matter how many people were watching.

“You can thank me later.” He said with a little bit of mischief in his voice as he slowly stood, a hand on her arm helping her raise to her own feet. It might be a saturday but it was still early enough that the shopping center wasn't all that crowded, it might be fun to do something right there in the open but he put the thought aside for a little bit, he could be patient, he could wait just a little while longer. Erin was all his and he had plans to ensure that he would have access to her at a moments notice before too long. Every single second spent with her was inspirational, new ideas occurring to him pretty frequently.

Arm around her waist again, hand resting lightly on her ass as bold as can be, he led her along, past the many stores between him and the destination that he had in mind. A few weeks ago, before he had even met her he had discovered a shop that catered to the more exotic tastes that were out there, a shop that from the front looked like little more then a lingerie shop that might be a tad spicy but inside was anything but. Anyone who was under eighteen who went in would soon be turned away, nothing that had bothered Dominic and his visit had been rather enjoyable, the girl behind the counter had been very helpful and had even offered to demonstrate how a few of the things found inside might be used... something that Dominic had considered but passed up at the time as he had some thing he needed to do... perhaps she would be working there and it could provide a little entertainment should she flirt with him in front of Erin, a good way to check out his lovely playthings limits.

Quickly, not wanting to give Erin too much time to look at the front of the store and maybe get cold feet, Dominic ushered her through the doors, grinning when he saw that the same girl was indeed behind the counter and from the look she gave him it seemed she recognized him, and was less then pleased to see Erin with him. “If you need anything at all then just let me know.” She greeted them, the implication quite clear.

The only acknowledgment she got from Dominic was a smile as he led Erin through the tacks of different things, the lingerie, different costumes of varying materials, sex toys of many shapes and sized, and in the back was an entire section of wall displaying collars, sized, designed and colored in almost any way imaginable. “Pick something out.” He whispered to Erin, wanting to give her first choice on the first collar he would lock around her neck, more would come later... but it was important that she found one she was comfortable with first. “I want to let you wear it out of the store...”
 
Erin's thoughts were a mixed up mess as she sat on the bench, thinking about collars and dresses and the feeling of Dominic's cum still damp between her legs. She barely even noticed he'd gotten up to leave their little nook where they sat until his hand lightly touched her arm. Erin glanced up and then nodded, getting up. Dominic stood so close it felt utterly natural to lean into him as they started to walk back, Dominic on her right, out into the sparse crowd, his left arm feeling so utterly natural and protective around her back.

As they stepped out onto the main walkway again, back into the world of windows and shoppers and teens slurping icy drinks from big branded cups with straws, Dominic stroked her back and she smiled up at him. But the stroking worked downward, to her lower back, and then settled on her bottom. She could feel his hand right against her left cheek, almost like she wasn't wearing anything and his warm palm was right against her skin -- which in fact it practically was given the light material of her skirt and utter lack of underwear. Erin dipped her head slightly with instinctive embarrassment, her eyes darting around to see who was looking, but how would she know since anyone seeing his hand on her butt would have to be behind them.

She wriggled a little but his hand didn't move. Erin's left hand slipped behind her and swatted very lightly at her bottom, and she giggled his name, like he was being playful, making sure her "stop it" sounded cute, like she was in on the game. But Dominic didn't stop, ignoring her little swat and her frilly request. What was she going to do? Make a scene? It would just draw more attention. Maybe nobody saw, or nobody cared. And even if they did, so what? Who was going to say anything to Dominic? Who was going to laugh at Dominic's girl?

Erin swallowed hard and ran her left hand through her hair and let it fall back to her side. But her pace beside him quickened just slightly, as fast as Dominic's stride would allow. She couldn't quite bring herself to look up from the marbled floor to look at the shop windows they were passing or to meet the gaze of passing shoppers and wonder what they saw as they looked at her. She just kept her legs moving beside her boyfriend, hoping in her heart they would reach whatever store he had in mind soon. Not more than 15 or 20 minutes ago she had cum out loud as Dominic had taken her in a public changing room, but that was just in front of Mark and Dominic just made it seem so inevitable, so acceptable. This was in front of the whole world, all the snobby kids who thought she was nothing more than a trailer whore like her mom. Erin felt her heart tighten as she realized she still had to work on letting go of all that, to give herself completely to being Dominic's girl and really understanding that none of that mattered anymore, not as long as he was at her side. it was just hard for her to change habits and thought patterns instantly like that. There was still that worried little part of her that felt like she was walking into the new school for the first time, waiting to see who would tease her first about her cheap clothes, or would recognize her from the liquor store with her mom, all the feelings of what it was like without Dominic still there, just lurking beneath the surface. She wanted to get rid of them, forget them forever, be someone else with him, but she realized she was still just herself, just Erin. At least for now.

Dominic stopped and his hand left her bottom as he guided her toward a shop. Erin had only a few moments to catch an impression of the storefront before he was hustling her in through the door. It was the risque lingerie shop, the one she never looked at or stopped in front of for fear how it would just reinforce what everyone already thought of her and her family. And besides, you had to be eighteen to go in and what would she want in there anyway? At least before Dominic. But maybe he wanted to buy her the strange panties he mentioned earlier. It would be weird to wear them with an open crotch but it would at least feel normal to have something on down there.

She followed him in, immediately nervous someone would recognize her, certain it would be obvious she was still a month short of her eighteenth birthday and kick her out like some sort of trouble maker. But no one seemed to care as she walked in beside Dominic, or at least no one said anything to her. The flirty looking blond girl at the counter just twinkled at Dominic like she knew him and then kind of stared down her nose at Erin, and sniffed like she was only letting Erin in because no one said no to Dominic. She glanced up to Dominic and saw him grinning back at the sales girl as her sing-songy little voice offered him help with anything. Anything. It was so obvious the girl was flirting outrageously with him right in front of her, and Dominic just smiled. Erin put her arm around Dominic's waist as they walked past the counter, and her eyes watched the girl every step of the way.

Dominic led her through some racks of fancy lingerie, bustiers and corsets, panty and bra sets, satin and latex, leather and lace, and then on to some sex toys, some of them looking like real cocks as big as Dominic's or maybe even bigger. Handcuffs and lubricants and all kinds of things they didn't sell at the 99 cent store. But Erin kind of let all that pass right by her as she glanced back at the counter a few times, catching the girl watching them more than once. "Does something seem a little.... i don't know... something about her I don't like... does she seem..."

But Dominic stopped her again, standing now in front of a wall display filled with many short strips with buckles. "Pick something out," he told her quietly, ignoring her possessive little panic attack. He stepped aside a little as he whispered it, letting her arm drop from around his waist and leaving her to look at all of the items on the wall. Collars. She looked at him questioningly, and he whispered in answer, "I want to let you wear it out of the store."

Erin's eyes flashed back to the counter and then back to him, then at all the collars, half of them looking like they belonged in a pet shop and the other half in a dungeon, or maybe some in both. She turned to him, "I... I can't..." Out of the store? Was he just reassuring her she wouldn't have to wear something like that here in the store in front of the counter girl who clearly despised her? Or did he really mean...

Her hand touched one after another of the collars as she stepped closer to him, but he stepped back, leaving her with this by herself, a choice she had to make. "Why do I have to... to choose... if this really... if you've decided this is important and you want... why don't you just... you know... pick it yourself... you could bring it on our next date and I'd... I would you know..." He just smiled, waiting with that Dominic-look on his face, like he was certain he would get what he wanted.

Erin glanced back at the blond girl and then sighed, positioning herself behind a rack of whippy looking things so the girl wouldn't see her picking out a collar. Then she turned back to the wall. "Well, ok, I uh..." Her eyes scanned over the wall.

Some were pink and glittery and that just wasn't her, especially not good with her hair. There were some that had metal and that was almost frightening, like if something went wrong or the key got lost -- which was like an everyday occurrence with Erin's mom -- she might be stuck in it forever and Erin did not want to have to change for gym with something like that on.

There were others with the long punky looking spikes, and the goth girl kind, again, just not her. Some looked pretty, like they were trying to make the idea of a girl wearing a collar look normal, but it wasn't. Erin found her eyes gravitating to an area with collars made of thick black leather strips. Black, that seemed right, good with her hair, nice contrast with her skin and she could imagine dancing with Dominic in his living room wearing something like that, the thickness of the leather drawing his eyes to her slender neck. It made her want him to nibble on her throat right there in the store, but she didn't say that, just rubbed her neck gently with one hand until the tingling feeling subsided.

Her hand was shaking a little as she reached out for one. She told herself she was just picking randomly, that she didn't actually *want* any particular collar, like there was some way a girl would pick a collar to go around her neck. But it just felt right, like her hand just found it. It wasn't fancy, no gold or embedded fake gems. Just a simple black leather strap, thick and soft so it would hopefully be comfortable, with a silver buckle and lots of the little belt buckle kind of holes that Erin figured meant it would be easy to adjust for an easy fit. It looked like it could be a dog collar, but Erin tried to ignore that.

She pulled it off the rack and crossed her arms, with the collar under her folded arms so none of the pervy customers or other couples browsing around would see as she turned to Dominic. Erin's eyes flitted to the counter and back to him, really praying he wouldn't smile at that... She stepped closer and whispered to him, "I don't know, I... I guess this one would be ok... but I..." She pulled it out from under her arm and offered it to him, like she was a criminal making a drug deal and the girl at the counter was a cop who might see.

For some reason the thought really bothered her, having that girl smile at her boyfriend, while selling him the collar she'd just chosen for herself. She really didn't like that at all.
 
Erin's playful little stop it nearly got her into a lot of trouble, even out in public, leading her through the small clusters of people going about a bit of weekend shopping, Dominic couldn't help but respond on some level to that. He had warned her earlier that day that she shouldn't tease him, that the results of such teasing would be swift and entirely outside of her control... but did she realize that what she had just said went beyond something as simple as teasing, it was down right challenging him, challenging the power that he had over her, challenging his right to do with her as he would. He held back though, if he allowed himself to respond to each and every little challenge to his dominance, every single moment where she accidentally stoked the fire within him... then they would never get anywhere as he would spend the entire day teaching her every lesson that he could think of.

The lessons could wait of course, she would be taught how to be more careful in the future... it wuoldn't be enough to completely curtail his desires but it might help a little bit.

Inside the store, as he watched Erin look over the different collars that were spread out before her to tempt her tastes, Dominic smiled, looking more at her then whatever she was paying attention too. Her reactions were telling, some of the collars were clearly intimidating to her and others just weren't fitting at all... but he knew that she would find one that appealed to her. The flirty girl at the front was watching them, Dominic could feel her eyes on them as she moved about the front of the store, pretending to straighten things a little bit but still paying close attention to the only customers she cared about right then. With her dark hair in the messy fringe cut, the piercing of her eyebrow lip, the slim build of her body... it was a little tempting for Dominic to pay closer attention to her. Unfortunate that he hadn't indulged in the temptation before, it might be some time before he was able to do so while he was with Erin... and he intended to keep her for a very long time.

It was strange though, something occurred to him when he took a quick glance back to the girl at the counter, catching sight of the No Persons Under Eighteen sign, he didn't know for certain how old Erin was. He assumed of course that she was eighteen, she was a senior after all, but the senior year had just started, perhaps she hadn't turned eighteen yet. Well it was too late now, they were inside the store and looking over some risque little items.

The flicker of attention lasted for only a moment and then Dominic was looking back to Erin, just as she lifted a collar from its spot on the wall, handling it as though she was afraid the thing might end up being moments away from exploding. It was simple, black, not nearly as flashy as others but it would fit her hair and her skin perfectly and if he was able judge the size right then it would be a slightly snug fit on her... just the sort of thing that he had wanted for her to wear. Something more intimate, something with a word intended to humiliate spelled out in metal lettering on the collar... that would wait for a little while longer.

With a gentle hand he lifted it from her grip, not making a single attempt to hide it while with his left hand he carefully lifted her chin so he could look her in the eyes and better expose her neck to him, fingers lightly trailing over that delicate and sensitive flesh. “I think this one works very nicely...” He mused, his voice not much more then a whisper. There was a tension in Erin, Dominic was pretty sure he knew exactlly what it was but for the time being he wasn't going to address it, better to see how things could play out, give Erin a chance to confront someone if she felt she had too and if she was unable to handle that then it wouldn't be too difficult to reassure her that he only had eyes for her.

“Now we can pick you up some lingerie, maybe a toy if you are feeling adventurous... and then perhaps I will take you home and make you crawl on your hands and knees for me.” Testing her reaction but no idle threat... he had another day or two before his parents got back, he might as well enjoy that privacy.

All the while the girl at the counter continued to watch them, even going so far as to use a well placed security mirror to keep an eye on them, a hint of jealousy and curiosity mingling... her earlier encounter with Dominic had not made her think he was the monogamous sort.
 
Erin's eyes followed the collar in Dominic's hand as he took it from her. He didn't hold it discretely or put it in a shopping basket or anything inconspicuous at all. He kept holding it right out in the open, like it was no big deal -- only the longer he stood right in front of her, holding it openly for her and anyone else who cared to see, the bigger the deal got in Erin's eyes.

She shifted from one foot to the other a little uneasily as his other hand pressed up gently under her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes but with the collar still more than obvious in her peripheral view. Once he had his eyes on hers Erin couldn't look away, even as her face started warming up again, even as his fingers left her chin to trace slowly along her jaw to her neck. She felt him brush her hair aside, then touching lightly at the side of her throat, and she started to panic inside that he was really going to put the collar on her right here in the store, in front of everybody, in front of the girl who kept smiling at him.

Erin wanted to back away, yearned to run back out into the mall's sunlight, but Dominic's eyes were magnetic, the allure of his touch too strong. She closed her eyes, not wanting to face what he was going to do, pretending in her mind they were in a jewelry shop, maybe even a fancy one, and he was about to put a pretty pendant or a cute little choker around her neck, not a collar. She heard his voice so soft and close and her lips couldn't help wondering if he was going to kiss her first as his words mused over his pleasure with her selection. Erin even found herself going up just the tiniest bit on her toes, the thought of his lips against hers suddenly pulling her up even closer to his height than her heels demanded. At the same time her body was taut and anxious, intensely trying to wish away all the prying eyes in the store, not wanting the girl with her open-for-anything piercings and been-there-done-that gaze and know-it-all smirk to see this.

But nothing happened.

No collar around her neck, just the closeness of his breath, the tantalizing tease of Dominic's fingertips at her throat. And then even his fingers pulled away, letting her hair settle back gently over tingling skin. Still no collar? Erin slowly settled back flat on her heels, her eyes opening and blinking rapidly, relieved but surprised and confused.

Dominic just suggested picking out a bit of lingerie and a toy, if Erin was adventurous, he said -- even the merest glance at the counter girl, with her perfect makeup and daring piercings, was enough to convince Erin she was adventurous too, without even knowing exactly what it would entail beyond holding Dominic's attention.

Erin's eyes returned from the counter to Dominic in time for his teasing little throw-in, the bit about having her crawl around on hands and knees for him. But he'd been clear, that would be at home. Just the two of them. Maybe crawling around for a boyfriend would have seemed a little odd just days ago, it probably still was to Erin at least a little, but after the pool and the shower and how he'd been with her in bed and the changing room, the collar still in his hand, somehow making Dominic happy with something as silly as crawling around didn't really faze her. Not if it was just the two of them, having fun, being together, being real. He wanted it, it meant something to him, and she was the one he trusted enough to turn to, not the flirty girl at the counter. Besides, lots of nice things could happen if she was down on her hands and knees, alone with Dominic. Very nice things.

So Erin just smiled and nodded, trying to ignore the collar still in Dominic's hand. She went up on her tip toes, enough to give his cheek a little kiss. "I can't wait," she whispered to him, leaning in just enough to let his body get a feel of hers against him. Then she turned and walked down one aisle to where she'd seen some lingerie, pausing only enough to look back over her shoulder and make sure Dominic's attention was on her as she walked away from him and not wandering elsewhere.

She had seen something she thought would make Dominic happy. Erin had long ago learned to pay attention to what people around her wanted, probably trained from years of trying to avoid the worst of her mom's angry spells because the wrong brand of Orange Juice was in the fridge or her slippers weren't where she wanted them. She ran her fingers along a display of panties, but it was clear the way the silky little things lay how each one was split open in the crotch. Some of them had little zippers or laces there, like there was a concealed treasure that had to be revealed or unwrapped, and some were just wide open so there was no doubt of complete availability.

Erin made a show of running her fingers gently along just about every pair, glancing up under arched brows to peek at Dominic from time to time, not just to check his eyes belonged to her alone, but also to watch for any reaction he might have, a slight lick of his lips or tension that might give her an idea of what he'd like best.

At the end of the row there were a couple he'd seemed to like and she thought were pretty too. One was white lace and virginal, low-cut with a slender ribbon lacing the crotch loosely shut just enough so one could probably peek but no more. It made a cute little bow in front that Erin imagined would probably tickle her thighs and there were little ribbons decorating the top hem too. She plucked a small one as she walked back towards Dominic. Then she picked another that was pure satin, dark green, again a low bikini cut with little ties at the hip holding them together but nothing holding the crotch together.

With both pairs in hand she came up to Dominic and stretched up to kiss him on the cheek again, then smiling up at him she held one and then the other against her skirt. "I can't decide which I like." She held them both against herself again, obviously for his enjoyment rather than any real evaluation because she was watching his eyes the whole time, not the panties themselves.

"Why don't you pick?" She handed both to him. Then her eyes twinkled. "Or you could buy me both." She glanced over at the counter girl just one row down and saw her suddenly look down at some notebook, as if she wasn't watching Dominic the whole time. Erin smiled and walked slowly to the area she thought might mean "toys" to Dominic, letting her heels accentuate her stride for Dominic's benefit. She intentionally did not look at the girl at the counter at all, not even a peek, as she walked past. Then she stopped at several bins and tables that seemed to have all manner of artificial looking penises, dildos she was sure.

Erin took a breath, thankful she was facing away from the girl so she wouldn't notice any color on her cheeks. In her whole life Erin had only seen one of these before, the time her mom got into a screaming argument with the mechanic guy she was sleeping with while Erin had been watching TV in the living room -- as the guy had burst out of Mom's bedroom door hopping and pulling his boots on a huge fake penis had come flying out and hit him on the head, bouncing to a stop at Erin's feet. The mechanic never came back, which was sad because he hadn't fixed the air conditioning yet, and her mom had glared at Erin as she snatched her dildo back and said "what are you looking at?"

And here she was touching them, maybe going to be adventurous and buy one herself. For sure she'd never throw it at Dominic or let other people see it. She wasn't like her mom. But still, there was that little part of her that wondered if the girl at the counter knew her, knew her mom and their reputation, if she was back there shaking her head watching Erin with the dildos and thinking to herself she just knew it all along, trailer trash.

Only Dominic was here. She was safe. She could buy a dildo, 10 of them if she wanted, and no one could say a thing. So long as he was with her.

They were all so huge, long and thick and threatening. Dominic was big too, but he was real. Somehow seeing a plastic or rubber one of the same size just seemed different. Erin slowly worked her way down the row of dildos, some of them with two heads that puzzled her until she figured it out and shuddered. Some were so big they must be to use on pet elephants, and Erin didn't quite understand how they were supposed to work, it would be like having a baby only backwards.

Finally at the end she saw a table with what looked to her like civilized dildos. They were shorter, smoother. They didn't even look like penises. Instead of being a foot long maybe they were 6 inches or 9 inches or somewhere in that range. At the top they were thin and rounded and grew thicker only slowly. At their bases they got pretty thick, to varying degrees, but they were tapered slowly enough that there was a lot that could be done short of that. And just under the thickest part of the cone-like shape it narrowed to almost nothing before flaring immediately flaring out again into a flat base that most of them were actually proudly standing up on. It was like a convenient little hand hold.

These didn't scare her like the monster elephant dildos or the two headed monsters. These were toys, not weapons. She picked one up, not even taking the smallest but a medium sized one, feeling adventurous. It was smooth, not especially heavy. Erin was trying not to imagine Dominic teasing her clit with it, maybe pressing it slowly into her a few inches, who knows what he might do with it? It was a toy.

She turned back and handed it to Dominic. "Do you think we could get one of these too?" She knew her cheeks were pink and the girl could probably see it, but it didn't matter. Erin felt adventurous -- was adventurous! And the other girl would just have to realize that Dominic had chosen Erin, that they were meant for each other in a way no number of the other girl's piercings or unintentionally casual stretches showing off her body could undo.
 
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