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For Dominic it was fun to see how nervous Erin was, clearly she had expected him to slip the collar around her throat right then and there but it wasn't time just yet. She would leave the store wearing it, a clear mark to anyone who saw it that she was with someone, that she belonged to someone, and that the young man walking beside her was the only one permitted to put his hands on her. Just a few minutes ago he had been ready to let her spend the night at her home, to just build up the contrast between what he was giving her and what she already had. Dominic of course suspected that it was entirely unnecessary, that she would already understand perfectly well without so unsubtle a reminder... but instead came to the decision that he would enjoy having her sleep beside him, would take pleasure in knowing that she was curled up against him for warmth and comfort... and as his thoughts continued down that road he decided that he didn't want her to sleep anywhere else again.

'How hard could it really be?' Dominic asked himself as he watched Erin saunter away from him, walking down the row of lingerie with a little motion of her hips that kept his eyes firmly focused on the gentle swell of her ass. His parents would likely present a larger obstacle to what he wanted the Erin would... but how hard could it really be to get them to do just what he wanted. They always gave him what he desired, a new car, that summer in Europe, they were already practically buying his way into the college of his choice and if needed they could do the same for law school when that time came... he had already decided that they would ensure Erin would be able to attend school with him... but he didn't want to wait until then to have his girlfriend living under the same roof as him.

She was eighteen after all... wasn't she? Its not like her mother could actually control her...

The thoughts were pushed aside as irrelevant as Erin started to browse through the things that caught her attention, a very pleased Dominic noting that she had picked out items that were lacking material to cover her most delicate folds. It seemed that she had taken his idea very much to heart but Dominic didn't want her to focus on only that, there was an entire world of skimpy underthings for her to explore and while he had an idea of what might look best on her he wanted to ensure that she had something for every possible occasion of fantasy that occurred to him.

As she presented him with her two choices Dominic couldn't help but grin hungrily, both were just about perfect and he could picture either of them framing just what it was that he desired at the moment, not even concealing but instead just enhancing the region, like a decorative frame around a work of art... an immensely crude analogy but Dominic was beyond caring at that point. “You are getting both of them.” He grunted, having a hard time forming a more complex thought as his brain was consumed by lust. “And more then that.” As Erin turned to walk away his eyes were on her ass again, tempted to give it a quick swat but she was away before he could reach. He didn't follow right away though, instead staying where he was and picking out a few more choice things for Erin to wear, more then just panties but also bras, a wide variety of styles and materials, some so sheer that they would be entirely transparent, some lacy and innocent, some of them little more then a few scraps of string designed to shape rather then conceal anything at all.

Erin would just need to get used to being spoiled and with his arm draped in a rather large selection for her Dominic made his way over to her, only sparing the young woman behind the counter a single glance with a flirty little smirk... it was in his nature after all and it was fun to see how Erin reacted to the other young women showing an interest in Dominic... the girl behind the counter returned his smirk with a raised eyebrow and a glance to Erin, clearly curious but not so tactless that she would ask about it.

He arrived just as Erin was picking out a toy, not quite what he made in mind for her and as she held it out, asking if she could get that Dominic merely shook his head, still smiling as he gently plucked it from her hand and set it aside. “Not quite the sort of thing I had in mind for you... at least not yet.” He said, glancing about for a moment before picking out two little things, both of them very small, the first was a small vibrator that was no larger then a tube of lipstick, the box boasting about its powerful motor... and the other was something a little more exotic.

Not much larger then the first one its shape was quite different, it started with a thin tapered base that slowly expanded down its length until it reached it widest near the base where it very quickly tapered back in towards smaller shape with a wide flat base just behind that... a butt plug made of clear plastic... small in and even at its thickest it was only about half as wide as his cock... but it was something to start with and he knew it would terrify her the first time he went to put it in. That toy though he made sure to keep the writing on the box out of her site... not wanting her to know what it was just yet. “I think we need to start off a little bit simple, figure out what it is that you like, and then we can move forward from there and really explore what you like.”

Still smiling he held out a few of the underthings that he had picked out for her, just like Erin had watched him earlier he watched her reaction carefully. “What do you think... should I spoil you a little more today or just wait for your birthday... which you are going to need to let me know when that is so I can start planning things.” Months off or days away, wouldn't matter... Dominic was going to ensure she had a party to be remembered.
 
Erin was actually surprised when she offered Dominic the toy she had found and he took it from her with a shake of his head. Somehow she had just thought that if she was being adventurous and going along with Dominic's plans then everything she did would be perfect in his eyes. He didn't like what she'd picked, and if Erin wasn't so used to having things not work out in life, if she was a little richer and a little more spoiled, she might have pouted. As it was she frowned slightly, trying not to look at the counter girl. It was some consolation when Dominic added the "not yet" to his rejection of her choice, as if maybe she was actually being too adventurous. Erin focused on that and tried not to get down about it, keep a smile on her face he might enjoy.

Dominic looked around the same general area she'd been browsing and picked up a couple things himself. Erin didn't know what to think of the small box with a picture of a little tube thingy on the front. It said vibrator but Erin thought those things looked like big plastic missiles or maybe like shoulder massagers. The box was too small to make sense to her, but she nodded, sure he had a reason for the selection.

Instead, she turned her attention to his second item. Another box, just the back of it showing a picture of what was inside. Based on the picture and the side of the box, it looked kind of similar to what Erin had picked out, only it was clear -- see-through -- and it was narrower too. It wasn't scary at all, and if he did actually push it up into her vagina she wasn't even sure she'd feel it so much. It looked like it would be much more useful to stroke her clitoris or, well. It just looked like the smallest, cutest junior dildo she could imagine.

Erin smiled at him, feeling relieved he hadn't picked out anything too... extreme, and he even reassured her he was starting out simple to figure things out. She gave him a hug, feeling so grateful to have such a considerate boyfriend.

They turned back to the counter and he put the two items down on top of a small pile of lingerie. It was a lot more than the two she'd picked out, way more. Erin stepped closer, entranced by the variety, how pretty everything was. She didn't even waste a glance at the counter girl, who Erin was pretty sure must be pretty jealous of the way Dominic treated her. Erin had been on the other side of this so much of her life, it felt so nice to be the chosen one for once, to have the other girl jealous of her.

Erin was still flipping through the items, some of them practically nothing at all, but each one making a clear statement to her of how Dominic wanted to see her. It felt a little strange, imagining her body in all these things, turning him on so much that he just had to see her in these things. She still felt like Erin inside, but in Dominic's eyes she was something more than that, beautiful and desireable, not just the poor girl everyone loved to mock. When had she become beautiful? She hadn't even noticed. Erin thought it must have been when Dominic first saw her, as if the beauty was in the eye of her beholder, but might she have been beautiful somehow even before that, beautiful enough to capture his attention in the first place? But why had it done her so little good, while all the pretty cheerleaders got nothing but happiness and boyfriends with their beauty? As she flipped past a transparent bra and stockings and garter belts and all manner of frilly things she'd never worn in her whole life, Erin couldn't make sense of it all and decided to stop trying, to just be his girlfriend and focus on making him happy.

He wanted to spoil her and she laughed almost uncomfortably at the thought, an eye flitting to the girl at the counter. Erin's quick glance said to her, he wants to spoil me, understand? Then her eyes were all for Dominic again. She was nodding eagerly. She couldn't really even imagine what it meant to be spoiled, good things she was sure.

He asked when her birthday was. "A party?" She and Betsy split a pizza on her 17th, probably her best party ever, at least since she lost her Dad. He was spoiling her already. But how to tell him? Would they get in trouble? Erin glanced at the girl behind the counter who would just love to throw her out for being too young. She came very close to Dominic and went up on tiptoes like she was going to kiss his cheek, looking almost straight up and getting her lips as close as she could to his ear. "Dominic, you can spoil me anytime you please, anytime at all. I, uh, but... my... my 18th birthday is 3 weeks from next Tuesday. I'm sorry I should have told you before letting you bring me in here. Technically I'm still 17. Can we just buy these wonderful things and slip out of here before that bitch behind the counter throws me out? I don't think she likes me in here." Erin's whisper was hot with excitement and anxiety, all sorts of emotions zipping through her body as she leaned into Dominic, her hand holding a pair of panties so silky they made baby bottoms feel like sandpaper. Please don't make me put all this back, she thought. She'd never been spoiled before and didn't want the girl to ruin it over a couple stupid weeks on the calendar.
 
Dominic smiled at the look in Erin's eyes when she saw the things that he had picked out for her. She looked a little bit confused by it all and really he was looking forward to enlightening her a little bit on what those things were, why he had made those choices. The toy she had picked out for herself might be a bit larger then either of the items he had selected for her but Dominic knew that it was a little more then size to making a young lady scream. The small vibrator was compact and would be easy to maneuver, putting in different places just to see how it would affect her and the plug that he had picked out for her would require a bit of lube but Dominic didn't expect that to be much of an issue... it would be easy enough to use her own bodies fluids to ease the entry and of course like any young man ready to take matters into hand on the lonely nights he occasionally had there was a bottle of lube hidden away in one of the drawers in his room.

Taking Erin up to the counter was of course fun, laying out the items that he was buying for her Dominic was quick to slip an arm around Erin's waist, holding her close and smiling in a plesant fashion, as though oblivious to the looks that seemed to be passing back and forth between the two women so close to him. The girl behind the counter was clearly not overly happy right then, when she had seen Dominic entering she had thought that she might get a bit of a break from her otherwise tedious job... a chance to shut down the store for lunch and have some fun in the backroom... but while the object of her attention did seem to be more then willing to give her a teasing little look or two... his attention was primarily focused on the red headed girl next door that he was escorting in. At first she had even thought about saying something, maybe trying to start some drama just to be petty but when she saw how much Dominic was setting out on the counter... well she did get a small commission and it would be some money in her pocket.

And so she started to ring the things up, smiling to herself as the price of the items kept ticking up, good taste was not cheap taste after all. So lost in her own little world that she didn't even pay it any mind when he caught the red head mentioning that she was under eighteen... to kick her out or cause a fuss would deny her the commission or maybe Dominic would just end up buying the things anyway... no point either way.

Dominic however was a little surprised to find that Erin wasn't eighteen, not exactly worried but at least caught slightly off guard. Turning towards her, his lips by her ear he whispered back to her. “Really?” He asked softly, not even looking towards the counter as he handed over his credit card to the girl who was just about done ringing them up. “Well then I am going to have to do something exceptionally special for you in three weeks Erin... I need to make it the party of the year for our classmates... but you are going to have to get used to young women being a little jealous of you.”

Their items were being packed up but Dominic was quick to snatch the collar up before it was slipped into a discreet brown bag. “You do trust me don't you Erin?” Already knowing the answer as he slowly raised the collar to her neck, ready to slide it into place the moment she said anything at all to confirm what he already knew.
 
Erin slowly settled back down from her tiptoes after whispering her birthday secret to Dominic. He turned to her so slowly at first she couldn't tell if he was mad she hadn't told him that or not, but he lowered his face close enough to her ear and his whispered reply just seemed surprised, like he hadn't expected her to be 17 at all. Did she look older? Maybe something about being around Dominic brought out her maturity. When she was at home she couldn't help feeling even younger than she was, frustrated at being trapped in a trailer with a mother who treated her more or less like a 12 year old cook and maid.

Her eyes followed the way Dominic passed his credit card to the flirty girl at the counter without so much as glancing at her, his attention entirely on Erin and her birthday. The way he handled the credit card seemed so assured, like he just took it for granted, just part of being Dominic. Erin had tried to use her mom's credit card exactly once, when she hadn't left enough money for groceries, and that had just resulted in a sliced up credit card, an embarrassing full-throated diatribe from her hung over mother, and half a can of leftover beans for dinner. But she was with Dominic now, for whom money seemed to just be a tool of convenience, scarcely worth a thought.

More important though was his utter disregard for the other girl. Erin smiled to herself, thinking she really might look different, older, sexier when she was with Dominic, more captivating maybe. She brushed her hand through her hair next to Dominic's lips, letting his whispered words tickle her neck and ears directly as he made it clear he was actually excited at the chance to celebrate her 18th with her. "Party of the year!" That's what he said. But it was the way he told her to get used to making other girls jealous that made Erin smile and glance at the counter girl smoldering silently at the register, ringing up all the beautiful things Dominic had bought to spoil her. Jealous indeed.

Finally things were rung up and ready to carry away, all wrapped in tissue paper and packed up in two discreet brown bags that thankfully didn't seem to have the store's name written on them although there was a little logo in the middle of one side of each. Erin reached for the fancy handles of each bag from the girl, who seemed to let go only reluctantly, but Erin just smiled and waited without feeling embarrassed or nervous. It was the other girl who had to yield, not her, and yield she did. Erin, one bag in each hand, turned to Dominic with the bright smile of a girl who wasn't used to being spoiled. "Thank you Dominic. You're right, I've got a few things to get used to, but I'm certainly willing to try." She only glanced at the other jealous girl, seeing the girl's eyes on Dominic. "Ready to go?"

Dominic held up one hand though, stopping her. His other hand came up slowly, holding the collar she'd picked up. Erin was rooted where she stood, looking up at his friendly smirk and then at the collar. She swallowed hard and glanced again at the counter girl, whose expression seemed to have changed a little, looking at the two of them with a lot more interest now. Dominic asked Erin if she trusted him and held the collar up near her throat, one end in either hand now, holding it open for her.

Did she trust him? Erin looked in his eyes. She'd only known him this short time but they had already been through so much together. He was a part of her now she couldn't imagine being with out. He was changing her, making her better, and she was so glad. How could she not trust him? But it was hard, staring at the collar and knowing what her answer meant. She made a weak attempt at shuffling a little to the side, hoping maybe at least the counter girl wouldn't be able to witness this, but it didn't help. "Can't we... couldn't we wait until the car? Or..." She saw his eyes, was that even a hint of disappointment? Erin felt horrible and immediately put her hand up on his wrist, gently letting him know not to pull it away. "I'm sorry, it's just... you know...."

If she trusted him, it would be ok right? And she trusted him, of course she trusted him, already had, completely. Erin set the bags down on the floor, staring at his feet for a second as she gathered her breath and her courage. She looked up at the collar, swallowing hard. It didn't look like a necklace or a pendant or even a pretty choker. It was a collar, no doubt. And Dominic wanted her to wear it. Here. Now. No doubt.

Erin let out a soft sigh and met his eyes, feeling like her own were shining with emotion. She nodded ever so slightly. "I trust you Dominic, I trust you completely." She reached up and lifted her hair off her shoulders and neck, then shuffled just a little forward toward him, stepping into the collar, feeling the touch of it at the front of her throat, and stood still to let him buckle it around her neck, hoping it wouldn't be too tight or uncomfortable, realizing even if she let her hair cascade just right everyone would still be able to see it. And even if they didn't, she would know. She would feel it, clear to all the world she belonged to Dominic. She was so embarrassed, but it was a good thing, because she did belong to him didn't she? She would just have to get used to it somehow.
 
He had her right where he wanted her, she might look a little bit nervous about the entire thing but he knew that by playing the trust card he would be able to get just what he wanted from her. Dominic didn't mind at all if she was nervous, in fact he was enjoying the way that looked on her and was going to have to continue to make her nervous whenever the opportunity made itself available. True it wasn't quite as delicious as when she was embarrassed but it was still something he enjoyed... and how hard could it be to put this delicate little slip of a thing on edge. It her skirt were a little shorter and she were a little taller then he would likely just slip his hand up under it while they were out and about, see if anyone paid enough mind while he teased her on the way to the car.

When she mentioned waiting until they got in the car Dominic's eyes narrowed for a moment with something akin to disappointment. It only lasted for a moment, a flash just there to manipulate her but it seemed like she saw it and before he could take the next step and start to lower the collar she took hold of his wrist, an action that earned her an open and forgiving smile... not that she really needed forgiveness but she might think she did.

As she shifted her hair Dominic stepped in towards her, not quite pressing himself against her but able to feel just the slightest hint of body to body contact, feeling her top brushing lightly against his shirt. He didn;t look away from her eyes the entire time, carefully lifting the collar and slipping it around her neck, stroking along the sides of her face with long fingers as he tightened the collar carefully and then ensured that it was latched properly in place. He wanted it to be tight, not so tight that it would be choking her but he wanted to know that she always felt it, a constant pressure as a reminder of who she belonged too.

“There we go.” He whispered, tilting his head a little as he looked at the collar and very pleased by what he saw, the color of the leather against her skin and contrasted with her hair... unconventional to most but it was something that couldn't be denied... Erin looked great in that collar. “Its perfect.” Leaning in he brushed his lips over hers, it didn't last too long but he wanted to let her know that he was very happy with him and with a small smirk he took hold of her hand, pressing it against the very strong evidence of just how happy he was, bold as could be even in public. “I am going to need to find a way to reward you for being such a good girl... maybe I should just let you spend another night with me in my bed. Think your mom would mind too much if I took you home just long enough for you to pack a bag?”

Of course he expected her to accept and if her mother had a problem then that could be dealt with... but from what he had heard about the woman he doubted there would be an issue.

Without even looking he extended a hand towards the cashier, credit card handed to him and they were ready to get going... to see just what she looked like in the many things that she now owned.
 
Erin felt like she could hear a pin drop, like the world went silent around her even though she knew there was a couple in the back discussing what flavor of lube they wanted, and the air conditioner had to be making some noise. But all she could hear was her own heart. Something about the moment, holding her hair up for Dominic like he was going to put a delicate necklace with the crown jewels around her neck, just felt different to her, unlike all that had gone before with him.

She had let him know she felt like she belonged to him in no uncertain terms already, telling him verbally on the bench and more than times than that. She'd let him do... incredible things to her, not even in the conventional privacy of his house, but even in a changing room with someone she knew and despised somewhere in the shop on the other side of the door.

But this was different, and she felt it, her pounding heart felt it, her taut nipples and tense body and other parts too all felt it. This was no necklace. Erin knew she was naive about a lot of things, but this was no necklace, it was a thick leather collar, a statement of what Dominic wanted her "belonging to him" to mean: completely, with him in complete control, all of his desires and unfulfilled fantasies out on the table, coming first. As much as bending over and taking it in the bedroom, she felt him demanding submission, and Erin felt the ache to give it to him tightening so incredibly between her legs.

It was more than just the clearest sign of exactly what path she'd somehow stumbled down with her amazing knew boyfriend. It was truly public. There was no door, and there was no doubt like back in Mark's store. There were shoppers watching them, shoppers who obviously knew exactly what that collar meant, probably better than she did.

As she felt him stepping closer, his hard body pressed against hers, not pushing or anything but just like he was making sure she felt him -- and oh, did she feel him, worried her nipples might poke two holes through his shirt. Erin held still, silent, not giving voice to all the doubts and fears swirling around in her head, like it was some religious ritual you weren't allowed to talk at, some unwritten protocol too obvious to disobey.

His fingers stroked her cheek, the electricity of his touch against the burning heat of her cheeks reminding her why she was going along with this, why she'd gone along with so much to please him, because he made her feel like the luckiest girl in the world, so wanted and needed, as if his desire for her was so strong he couldn't control the things it made him crave from her. It frightened her, but attracted her and turned her on even more, a feeling she'd craved herself her whole life without ever being able to recognize it until now, finally having someone to belong to, someone who cared about her this much. As the leather slowly wrapped around her neck, feeling it embrace her blushing skin, jagged raw emotion soared in her chest. Erin blinked back tears as she looked up at him, swallowing hard under the snug fit of the collar as he buckled it behind her neck. It wasn't choking her, which was a relief, but with every swallow she could feel how tight it was, something she couldn't ignore, like Dominic's very presence.

Dominic whispered to her, his head tilted and looking at the collar as if her accepting it made him really happy, and the look made Erin smile as she let her hair back down over her shoulders. She was pretty sure if the nosy store clerk was still watching from behind her, all she would see now is red hair and not the embarrassing collar. The same with the guy over in the dildo section to her side. But she could see in Dominic's eyes right in front of her, he could see it. There was no way her hair would cover it in front. It was going to be visible. He whispered a little more, words of satisfaction that made her smile even wider, her body press a little more firmly against his as pleasure with his approval coursed through her. Now that he'd seen how it fit, and had the chance to show her off in public, even to the girl at the counter, Erin kind of hoped the fitting was done, that she could take it off until they got home, where she'd happily put it back on for him and wear it all day. But the way he looked at her gave her the idea he was thinking of having her keep it on, which made her very nervous.

His hand took hers and for a second, the feeling of her hand swallowed up in his felt so romantic. It felt even more romantic as his lips brushed hers, so softly, barely even a kiss but still enough to send a shudder through her body, to rise up on her toes openly wanting more as he straightened up. Her closed eyes opened to see him looking down at her with a smile just as he brought her hand between them and pressed her against his hardness. Erin gasped, her eyes quickly glancing around nervously at what he had her doing. The collar was embarrassing enough, out here in the open, but touching his cock in public kept the flame high in her cheeks, as if she would burn bright with embarrassment for the rest of her life, she was blushing so much and so continuously around him.

Her hand tugged back briefly from the highly inappropriate touch, not wanting anyone to see, but he held her hand right there, and she relented, in the end convinced any struggling movements between them would only attract more unwanted attention, like the movements of an injured fish attracted every nearby shark. It was just nature. And his cock did feel amazing to touch, the thought that even here out at the mall, she had such a powerful effect on him, it made her love him even more. Just wishing to love him a little more privately was all.

He spoke of reward, and she smiled. He spoke of her being a good girl and it made her feel an aching pleasure in her heart, like she finally had someone who approved of her like she'd never had at home. Of course most of the time someone used "good girl" like that, the reward was candy or an extra bedtime story, and it did make her feel smaller, younger, more dependent on Dominic's care and approval, but Dominic's idea of a reward wasn't childish at all, more time with him in bed, probably naked and so much more. Erin glanced down as she thought about the reward she'd earned, wanting it very much, especially with her fingers still lightly touching it, her present still fully wrapped in his pants.

But her mom.

Of course she'd have to pack a bag, face her mom. Erin realized he'd let go of her hand and finally she let her hand slide free of his pants back to her side as the thought of her mom deflated her happiness just a little. Dominic reached for his card from the clerk, not even looking at the girl, which should have made Erin so freaking happy, but she thought of packing a bag while her mother looked on and harangued her.

"Dominic, there's no reward I'd want more than another night with you in bed. I just... Couldn't, couldn't we just do it? Without going back to my house? I could, I could... you could just have me naked if I didn't bring any clean clothes. And I could wash these in your machine, you do have one right? Of course you do, your parents wouldn't make you wash your clothes at the laundromat."

"It's just, my mom, she's probably pissed at me already. She gets really upset when I don't get to the dishes, when she can't find her cigarettes, when I'm not around to make her meals. I... I'm so happy with you Dominic, why can't I just be with you and... and forget she even exists? If I have to go back and pack a bag, she'll be upset, and I can't even imagine what she'll say about my spending the night with a man, and doing it again." Erin looked up at him, her worries about the collar around her neck fading, the thought of asking him to take it off now forgotten, her mind's anxieties all focused on how she dreaded facing her mother, the long-standing problem of her life. Her freaking mother.
 
Even when he let go of her wrist she wasn't trying to pull away, something that made Dominic's smile grow a little bit wider. Of course if she were to pull away from him or struggle or put up some sort of fight then things would get a little bit troublesome and she would likely just draw even more attention to them. As it already was Dominic could feel at least one set of eyes on them, not bothered at all like Erin would be. Stepping in closer, pulling her to his side with an arm around her waist and a hand on her hips Dominic moved from the shop and out into the sun again, blinking for a few moments in the bright contrast to the darkness of the store.

He had of course noticed the way she had looked at him when he mentioned her being a good girl and how she she be rewarded, it was clear what she had thought was coming and what she expected to happen... it would of course happen it just wouldn't happen in the way that she expected it too. Apparently the idea that he wanted to take her home so she could gather up some things really wasn't what she had in mind for the night though. Her anxiety would give Dominic the perfect way to exercise just a little more control over her, a way to just push her further into his arms. Of course it might not be necessary, she had embraced just about every single thing that she had seen so far but he wanted to be absolutely certain.

“Erin.” He said softly, pressing a little further against her hand, unable to control himself really. “I understand if you don't want to go home just yet... I mean I hear everything that you are saying but I am sure your mom is worried about you right now. I mean you left last night and never came home... I would hate to have your mom call the police because she was worried.” Out in the sun now, enjoying the warmth he was leading her towards his car. Of course if she objected strongly enough he might just give in, the benefits of taking her home would still exist the next day. “Maybe I could even talk to her a little bit, let her know that you are in good hand.” A squeeze of her hips as he said this, a slight tease as they drew closer to his car.

“But I will defer to your desires on this one Erin, if you really think that the better choice is for us just to go back to my home and spend the rest of the day just relaxing with each other, watching some tv, swimming, or just doing nothing more then laying back together and enjoying the after glow... well I wouldn't object to that... I have so many things to show you.” Of course he did, some of the things that he had mentioned to her before, today she would get a little peak at those things that he had in mind for her and whether she went home or not there would be no way for her to avoid what he wanted to do too her... not that he expected her to object in the first place.

Soon she would see and do things that she had never imagined herself doing, not even in those desperate moments when she was in desperate need of a little relief.
 
Dominic held her close, one arm around her while his other picked up one of the bags. Erin took the hint and took the second bag in her free hand as she put her own arm around Dominic, letting her hand feel his muscles, the curve of his powerful butt and his hips. She couldn't help smiling as they walked towards the door, arms around each other like the most natural thing in the world.

Except for the collar. They were at the door, and Dominic opened it, like he was teasing her, making her think he was going to keep it on her outside too. Well, she was kind of getting that impression from the way he looked at her. "I... it's, uh..." Her eyes glanced to the side, at the people already staring at her inside the lewd little shop, guys looking at her bottom and one girl at the counter of course staring daggers through her back. The only way out was forward. Erin took a deep breath, looked to Dominic's eyes for reassurance, and stepped out into the sunshine, wearing the collar around her neck like it was the most naughty, daring thing anyone had ever done in public in the history of time. Her heart was pounding and her hand grabbed for Dominic's immediately, and with each passing pedestrian she found some new reason to look aside at the store window, or look at an amazing bird pecking at old cigarette butts, or anything at all to avoid having people see what she was wearing. Even if they were all looking away, cowed by Dominic's presence, she still knew, still felt it so snug around her throat, a black leather neon sign announcing she belonged to him... sexually.

Thankfully, Dominic seemed to sense her anxiety and tugged her against the wall between the shop they'd just left and a fragrance shop, her collar hopefully facing away from most passing eyeballs. Somehow without dropping the bag, he had her hand pressed back against his throbbing hardness, and it made Erin smile to feel how much he was enjoying her wearing the collar.

Dominic kept her hand right where he wanted it, and Erin snuggled even closer up against him so passing kids wouldn't realize what she was doing, although she suspected any adults would realize what was going on right away. It didn't seem to face Dominic at all though, and he was even talking calmly about how reasonable it would be for her to go home so her mom wouldn't worry, wouldn't call the police. She would, wouldn't she? Rather than just microwaving her own TV dinner that she'd have to walk to the corner mini-market all by herself to purchase, she'd call the cops to have her daughter dragged home to do it for her, as usual.

Dominic turned her back to the crowd, thankfully letting her hand drop from his crotch as she had to face a pack of boys she vaguely recognized from school, all of them looking at her and Dominic like they didn't recognize her at all, like she was a brand new intriguing person.

They walked across the parking lot to his car. Erin felt anxiety over facing her mom rising painfully in her throat, only the gentle squeeze of her new collar keeping it from coming up like bile in the back of her mouth. They stood at the side of the car, the keys in Dominic's hand, and he offered her the choice, taking a few more liberties with his hands against her skirt now that they were shielded by the car. Erin leaned into him, letting the feel of his hands and body distract her from the choice he'd given her she really didn't want to face.

Pressed up against him, her face practically buried in his chest as he held her around her hips, like they were slow dancing, she looked up and tried to come to a decision for him.

"I want so much to just go straight back to your place, pretend I live there rather than with my mom and just never go back. But I think you're right. You don't know her, not like I do. You might have been joking, but I could see her calling the cops once the hangover set in and I'm not there to get her aspirins and water and stuff like that. I want to be with you, totally, not worrying about her in the back of my head. And if you're at my side, I can go in, let her know I'm ok -- as if she really cares -- and make her a list of where her cigarettes are, where the bottle opener is, stuff like that. Then I'll pack a bag, a big bag so I never have to go back." Erin smiled at him, painting the most pleasant fantasy and letting it spin ever bigger in her mind, no sense sticking to dingy reality if she could dream with Dominic. "Then you can drive me to your house and ravish me."

She gave him a squeeze. "But you have to promise me. You have to promise me when you meet her you won't judge me just because I'm her daughter, ok? And you have to stay with me. I don't think I can go back in there alone with her anymore, not after being with you, actually feeling happiness, like I have something I don't want to lose now."

Erin turned to the door, but then looked up at him once more, her body twisting against his pressing torso. Her fingers went to the collar. "And can we take this off now?" The idea of wearing it through the park, past Mrs Jones' trailer, even the remote possibility of Betsy wandering by. Erin didn't know if she was ready to face that.
 
Could he have her right against his car, oh he likely could and Dominic suspected that they would both get off before the police or any security arrived to make them stop. Still he had plenty of time to do that the rest of the day and of course he would hate to end up scratching the finish of his car. He might love the way that Erin felt in his arms but he also loved the car as much as was possible to love an inanimate object. He listened closely as she spoke about what she was going to have to do when she was home to avoid any sort of trouble later that night, she had to be exaggerating just a little bit, he had heard plenty about how terrible her mother was around the school once word had gotten out that he was taking her on a date... and it wasn't hard to figure out a few things given her behavior. He was drawn to her because she was damaged after all, the damage and the vulnerability that would give him just what he wanted from her.

It was her comment though about packing a big bag, a bag big enough so that she would never have to go back. Though he was normally very good at hiding his reactions he couldn't help but show a little surprise when she said that, not looking displeased in the least but a little but caught off guard that she had somehow guess just what he had in mind for her next birthday. After a moment though he was able to reassure himself that she couldn't have thought of what he was planning to surprise her with but instead she was making a joke just to make light of the darker set up of her home life and what going back there was going to be like.

Her covered up his surprise rather quickly, soon returning to just a simple enough smile and a quick brush of a kiss to her cute little nose. “I promise I won't think any less of you after I meet your mother.” He assured her as she turned around, pressing against her a little bit more so that she might enjoy knowing that he intended to entirely destroy her the moment she was alone... but then there was some silence as he considered her question for a moment. It was tempting to just parade her around in front of her neighbors, the people she had known for years, wearing the collar that he had bought for her.

That time could of course come, but not today. There was no reason at all for him to just rush things and she had just given him an excuse to punish her a bit later on... a good girl wouldn't ask to take her collar off after all.

He didn't take it off right away, instead he gave her ass a little swat with his open hand. “Erin, I will take the collar off but the moment we get back home I am going to put it back around your neck and probably bend you over my lap for even daring to ask that question.” His tone was light, a small laugh in it as it there was a joke though he was serious about the entire idea. With gentle hands and deft fingers he slowly removed the collar, his touch lingering for just a few moments on the slight mark left behind on her skin by the collar.

“Now get your ass in the car before I loose any semblance of self control and force you to suck my cock the entire drive there.” The collar was slipped into a pocket and the door was opened for her before Dominic climbed into his side, grinning like he always did as he started up the engine. “And Erin please don't worry about anything at all, if things go wrong then I can get you out of there with my patented mix of charm and willingness to to carry you out of there over my shoulder.” He wasn't kidding of course, it wouldn't be too difficult to run from the house should things take an ugly turn and just a moment later they were on their way, Dominic's normal disregard for traffic laws coming into play as he sped along on the way to the trailer park where Erin lived.
 
Erin's stood, her requests still hanging between them, her body and neck twisted to look back at him with beseeching eyes. Dominic's smile warmed her heart and brought a smile to her own lips and she loved the way he kissed her nose. It was such a warm, personal touch that she just wanted to belong to this man even more, forever, like he deserved her.

She nodded happily as he promised not to judge her based off her mother. Then he stepped a little closer, pressing his body and the hardness concealed in his pants against her. He was still hard over her! Erin could feel it loud and clear against her bottom as she kept straining to twist just her face and eyes back at him.

A little happy wriggle of her bottom against his hard, thick promise of future pleasure was impossible for Erin to control, and she looked up at him expectantly, wondering even if the feel of him being pressed against her bottom through the narrow dress, no panties on whatsoever, might even be to much for him, distract him from the thought of visiting her mother.

But at least she hoped it would encourage him to let her take the collar off. She couldn't go home like that, even with Dominic at her side. She had seen how much influence Dominic carried amongst the kids they knew and the kind of people he was used to keeping wrapped around his little finger. But he didn't know her mom, not like she did.

His hand gave her bottom a short, smart smack, making her jerk a little against him in surprise, the sting of his hand muted by the light fabric of her skirt. But she felt it, and looked into his eyes a little more intensely, paying attention. She nodded as she brought her hand back to just touch the spot on her bottom where he'd swatted her. He was going to take it off. She knew he would. She knew under his hard and blustery public image, and the somewhat extreme cravings he seemed to harbor, there was a sweet, understanding inner Dominic. She wanted to kiss his nose in gratitude, just like he'd kissed hers, but even on her tip toes in this awkward position pressed against the car she wouldn't be able to reach it, so she just let the happy twinkle in her eyes and the curl of her lips say it for her.

He was going to take if off, but he'd put it back on at home. "Fair enough, totally reasonable." It just slid right by so acceptably, Erin was just so relieved about her big request. He joked about putting her over his lap, presumably to spank her like some little girl, just for asking, and she laughed lightly, making sure he knew she appreciated his sense of humor. Betsy had told her how important that was with boys, and even though Dominic wasn't a boy, and didn't expect he was like that, Erin had thought about it so much and practiced in the mirror so many times in preparation for the day she found the right boy she needed to keep that it was almost automatic. "Fair enough, totally reasonable." She said it almost as part of her light giggle.

Dominic's hands moved across her body, and they moved so sensually over her body that her skin under her clothes felt like he was leaving a trail of heat everywhere he touched, her eyes had to flit around, making sure no one was watching her willingly getting molested like this. But he was just moving his hands to her neck and Erin turned her head back to the car, fully facing away from him so he could remove the collar most easily. He was still pressed up close, right against her body, pressing her front against the warmth of the car door. She reached behind and lifted her hair and tilted her head down so he could reach her neck most easily, her forehead against the growing heat of the car's roof in the morning sun.

She felt the buckle, his fingers working without mistakes, but slowly, and her body didn't miss the messages he was sending her. Stand still and be patient. He was in control. She was getting what she wanted, but because he'd decided it was what he wanted too. None of it bothered her especially, just relieved to have the collar off as it slipped from the soft skin of her throat. Erin felt his fingers tracing the line of phantom snugness she still felt winding around her neck, as if the memory of having worn the collar was as much what his fingers wanted her to be aware of now as actually having worn it.

After a suitable few moments enjoying the contact of their bodies, Dominic pulled back from her and pretty much ordered her to get into the car, which she was going to do anyway, but she wasn't surprised by the way he had to be in control even of that, the way he had to make it seem like he was offering her a choice between that or other crude possibilities she mostly didn't want, but couldn't help imagining just because he'd said it. She knew it was just Dominic, the way he was, the way things needed to be with him. She wanted to be with him, so much, so she went along. It made him happy, and that was good.

He opened the door for her again, always the beastly gentleman, and she smiled up at him as she gathered her skirt, the backs of her thighs slightly scalded by the heat of the sun stored in the seat as she sat down. The door closed as he went around to his side. Erin pulled down the shade in front of her, trying to get a look at her neck in the little cosmetics mirror,certain there must be a line of red around her throat where the collar'd been, but he was climbing in before she got a good look, and what would it matter anyway? It wasn't like there was anything to be done about it now.

She focused on the most important thing. Erin buckled her seatbelt right away, wishing there were two for her now that she knew how he drived, and once he got the car started and moving, he didn't disappoint, making drivers honk and swerve to make was for him. They were pulling up in front of the trailer park almost before she knew it, and Erin was mostly just grateful to be alive, and with a driver like Dominic, who at least if he was going to go so hurriedly was skilled enough to do it without getting her killed. All during the drive she'd sat silently but for gasps and a sharp panicked cry at the one bus she'd been certain he wouldn't be able to avoid, her hand reaching for him, but he had just talked calmly, telling her not to worry about her mom, that he would handle it, even carrying her out over his shoulder if he had to. It was a romantic image he gave her to think about, if only her mom wasn't involved.

Erin breathed in slowly, trying to keep her head on straight. She smelled a little of her own fear, but what she smelled most was the scent of their sex wafting from between her legs, trapped in the small space of the car. She rubbed her thighs together and felt how slick she was at the top of her legs, in that tight little crevice where her thighs narrowed before giving way to her pussy. Oh no, she thought, sniffing once more to confirm the odor of his semen, smeared between her legs. The trailer was small too, and Erin knew all too well how smells lingered in there. She'd smelled this smell before herself, countless times, enough that she'd eventually realized without even being told it had to do with the men who visited, the noises they made with her mother while Erin hid in her room. No, no, no, this wasn't good. She didn't even have a tissue, a little perfume or deodorant to mask it. Her little purse of emergency needs was back at Dominic's place.

Dominic gunned the engine, bringing her attention back to him. He was idling at the curb outside the trailer park, the engine that was practically an extension of him sounding impatient. This time Erin took a deep breath and told him to turn in on the driveway. She navigated him through the little twists and turns, between the ramshackle campers and nicer units, so many with little clusters of planters that substituted for cheap gardens, all the lawn chairs on the pavement in front of flimsy front doors as if the occupants liked to sit in the front yard and watch the neighbors go by. No one was out. There were scarcely any parked cars to maneuver around since almost nobody here could afford one, let alone the gas.

Finally she stopped him in front of a half-unit, that familiar beige color curdling her stomach like it always did at the end of each walk home from school. The porch light was still on, wasting electricity and there was a slow, steady drip from the water line Erin made a note of so she wouldn't forget to call Mr. Phillips to report it. "This is it." Her face turned red as she looked at him, the engine still revving powerfully. "My home. I live here." It was so embarrassing.

She got out, not waiting for him to open the car door. Erin stood, looking at the home where she grew up, seeing it now not as a home but for the box it was, so small she couldn't possibly have fit herself in there with her monster of a mother for so long. But somehow she had. What had it done to her? How long would it take her with Dominic, living right, with someone who cared about her, before she could get past how she felt about her childhood, having to basically raise herself and play nursemaid to a cratchety woman who thought of her mostly as the child who'd given her stretch marks.

Finally Dominic was at her side. She stared at the door for another minute, gathering her courage, and then she put her hand in his and that was enough. She stepped forward slowly, a path she'd taken a million times before but it never felt so long. Erin's free hand reached for the doorknob and twisted, but it was locked. Well that was good at least. How many times had she reminded mom to lock the door, so thieves wouldn't come in and steal everything while she lay in a drunken stupor. Erin reached for her key but realized she'd left everything back at Dominic's. "Oh... I don't have the key." She turned to leave, as if that were an insurmountable problem.

Dominic stood firm beside her though, his hand around hers giving her the message to stay, not to give up, like he never gave up. Erin sighed, knowing she had so much to learn from being with him, but happy she was with someone who cared about her and wanted her to grow. "Ok, uh..." She wrapped her small knuckles against the door, something she'd heard so many times, but only from the other side, anxious men wanting her to let them in so they could fuck her mother, mostly. "Mom!? I don't have my key! Mom! Wake up, it's me, Erin, come let me in!"

She turned to Dominic after about a second and a half, her heart swelling painfully in her chest so big with anxiety it was practically blocking her throat. "See? She's not here, she's asleep, she's mad at me, she's not going to open the door. Please, let's just go." She heard the soft stirring in the house and wanted them to go before it turned to anything more.

"Erin? Is that you?!!! What the fuck, we're out of milk you thoughtless little... what the hell was I supposed to... And where the fuck...." The voice cursed her even as it slowly moved through the trailer to the door, the knob finally twisting and her mom's head appeared. Erin tried to see her as Dominic would, as a disheveled middle-aged lady with bleary eyes from a night of drinking, mussed medium length hair that was badly died black against encroaching gray, makeup smeared on her face after a night wearing it to bed. She looked nothing like Erin, at least in the face, so Erin was convinced,although she could see she had the same slim petite figure Erin had, even if her tummy was starting to pooch like she was pregnant with a baby rabbit. "And who the fuck is this?" Erin saw her mom's eyes narrow suspiciously as she looked at Dominic.
 
Driving like this was how Dominic had learned how to drive. Rather then bother to teach him themselves Dominic's parents had instead asked a family friend to teach him, and that family friend had passed it off to his own son who was at that age when driving like a maniac was at its most fun... and so Dominic had learned to drive with no regard for anyone but himself. He had reflexes, he had a car that handled like a dream... he had never so much as scratched its paint while out and about on the road. Erin seemed to need to learn about that though, she seemed to be extremely nervous every time someone horn blared or a driver would lean out the window to scream something at him with an accompanying finger gesture.

He ignored it all though, from Erin's nervous little gasps to the anger of the other drivers. “You really don't need to worry Erin...” He said with a small smile and a glance over to her, knowing better then completely take his eyes off the road for very long, there was a difference between reckless driving and bad driving. “I mean about me taking you home and all that. There is no such thing as a perfect family, believe me I have met my fair share of coked out parents and siblings with sex tapes over the years. Having some friends at a boarding school really teaches you a few things about just how screwed up some families could be.” Of course there was a difference between people who were exceedingly wealthy and immensely fucked up and those who had very little and were fucked up just as much.

“And no matter what happens you will be leaving with me and going back to my place... even if I need to throw you over my shoulder and carry you there.” He assured her with a smile as he pulled into the trailer park, feeling his skin crawl just a little bit when he saw the place in the day light. On an intellectual level he of course knew that places like this existed but his family had enjoyed a great deal of money for several generations... he had never been to a place like this before and actually seeing it was certainly much more intense then just knowing it exists because he saw some things on TV.

He drove slowly at this point, no reason to rush around where they might be kids playing or people just walking around. As Erin directed him he looked about, taking in every detail that he could, a little shocked that Erin could really be from a place like this. He knew that she was broken, vulnerable but this was far more then he could have expected, especially when he saw the place she called home. Smaller then many of the others, it wasn't the worst place he had gone past so far but that just meant that it didn't look like a methlab just waiting to be discovered. Erin however called it home and she was out of the car before he could even start to play the gentleman.

So instead he got out of the car, still looking around as he moved to Erin's side, letting his fingers brush over the back of her hand as a little reminder that he was there, that he was going to be there for her. He remained silent the entire time of course, there was no need to urge her on when she was doing it for herself and even after the failed attempt to just open the door he watched... watched as she knocked and listened to her when she tried to give him a reason to leave right away. She wanted to get out of here, something Dominic could understand, but this was still something that needed to be done, to ensure that she would want to do things for him rather then just doing them because she was told too.

Then they both heard it, the voice calling from inside the trailer. “Make sure you pack for more then just one night.” He urged her quickly, before the door started to open. “That way you can leave some things with me and if you ever need to get away for the night...” He let it trail off though as the door opened and he saw her mom.

He took it all in quickly, trying to see through the woman the stood before him, looking for similarities in appearance to Erin. Of course the build was similar but there were signs of the harder life taking its toll, signs of hard drinking, living below what most people would consider the normal standard of living in the United States for a long time... but the face, the hair, the eyes... they were all different and Dominic was pleased by that... at least Erin didn't bear a close resemblance to the sad old woman that stood before them. Hell if Dominic was to venture a guess he would probably put money on the fact that this woman was drunk, either still from the night before or she had started early... and it was only the early afternoon.

As she started to swear at Erin Dominic squeezed her hand a little tighter, a comforting presence, let her know that he was going to be there. “I'm Dominic.” He said with a smile, turning on the charm that had gotten him out of plenty of problems in the past and perhaps gotten him into a few of the, from time to time. “I'm a class mate of your daughters and her boyfriend... I'm sorry I kept your daughter out a little late night night but I wanted to make sure that I got a chance to apologize today rather then worry you too much.”

His words of course chosen carefully, referring to himself as Erin's boyfriend to make her happy, and the appology to make it seem like he was actually sorry that he might have worried the woman.
 
Erin had been so anxious as her mom approached the door she'd scarcely made sense of Dominic's words as he'd said them. But now with her mom staring at him accusingly, his own hand squeezed hers like all he wanted to do was reassure her when in fact he was the one Mom's rheumy gaze was focused on. His words finally hit home. Pack for more than just one night. Erin wanted to smile, but it was physically impossible for her to smile in her mom's presence, not after all these years. She just wished they could leave, as her mother's crude words hung in the air, wished Dominic would just buy her a new wardrobe so she wouldn't ever have to go in the trailer again. Heck, she could just wear the lingerie at his house, or borrow his shorts again, anything to get him away from her mother, and whatever other awful things she might say next.

Dominic answered the rude "who the fuck are you," with a calm response, giving her his name like he was talking to a business interviewer rather than a drunken shrew on a mobile home's cinderblock steps. She glanced up at Dominic, recognizing that same confident look that had won her heart. He was explaining he was a classmate of hers -- and her boyfriend! But her mom's eyes just narrowed a little more, even as he apologized for keeping her out all night.

Mom looked straight in Erin's eyes, as if she was suddenly sober and saw through everything that had happened the while she'd been gone, and Erin looked away. She heard her mom cackle a little, and then turn her attention back to Dominic. "Boyfriend is it? Is that what you call this? I see you turning on the charm now with me, boy. Did you charm my daughter too? Did you charm my lovely daughter's pants off? I'll bet you did."

Mom leaned against the door and patted her clothes like she was looking for her cigarettes and Erin felt a deep instinct to run in and find them for her, even though Dominic's hold on her hand kept her still. "You know what they call her at school dontcha? Whore. They call her a whore. That what you want? Fuck my daughter the whore? You her John? You her Richard Gere, come to save your pretty woman?"

Mom cackled again and then doubled over briefly, wracked with a deep, rattling, rolling cough. When she straightened up again her eyes were watery and her lips wet. "Don't think I don't see that fancy car a yours, those fine clothes you got over the finest body money can buy. Am I right? You a rich boy having a little fun in the slums, whoring it up a bit, maybe get my daughter pregnant and then leave her? Serve her right I guess, after what she did to my life. Fair is fair I spose."

She turned her back and disappeared back into the dark of the draped off interior of the trailer inside. Erin heard the sound of her settling with a groan into her recliner. Then her mom called out. "Well, Erin, get your ass in here! I need my cigarettes, and you been too busy whoring it up all night to bother helping your own mother. But you came back, didn't you? You must need something, eh? Get in here and help your mother, or get the fuck out. I don't give a shit what you need, make yourself useful or you can get the fuck out." Then there was the sound of her mom's hand patting the chair next to her recliner. "Your boyfriend can sit next to me while you work. I want to get to know him a little. So... Dominick." She enunciated each syllable, like she was overcompensating for a drunken slur and making his name sound like an insult at the same time. "You're a rich boy for sure. My daughter may be a cheap whore, but I'm not. I'll have to have a talk with her, teach her how to milk you while you fuck her. How much your parents got, exactly, anyway?"
 
Dominic had believed there was quite a bit of truth to the rumors about Erin's mother and seeing her face to face had practically confirmed just about everything that he had heard... but when she started talking and things that made him have to bite down on the urge to just kick her in the face. Oh it would be satisfactory but it would end up causing quite a bit of trouble for him unless he handled what came next quite quickly. Of course with the scene she was causing things were going to go his way, there wouldn't be any real difficulty to play this situation into one that benefited him without any trouble at all... the neighbors would likely see and hear what was going on and the better he handled the vile reactions of Erin's mother, the more support he gave to Erin the tighter she would cling to him.

He didn't bother to try keeping the sneer from his face though when he looked at the disgusting creature before him, doubling over as she was coughing up what sounded like half a lungful of phlegm. He didn't let go of Erin's hand though, squeezing softly to assure her that he was still there, that he was sticking around. As the woman turned to walk into the trailer again he instead chuckled a little bit, then releasing Erin's hand and approaching the door way, stopping just short of entering though.

“Its funny what you are saying about Erin... well not funny so much as just sad.” He sneered at her, disdain written on his each and every feature as he looked over her and the inside of the filthy place that Erin called home. “I heard more then a few things about Erin when I first asked her out, people describing her as an ice queen, a wall flower, a waste of my freaking time... but I persisted and I found out that she might be a shy young lady who needs a little help coming out of her shell. I also happened to hear plenty of rumors about you though, the trailer park slut who had spread her legs for nothing more then a six pack of beer, who allowed her daughter to live in squalor and kept her down as best she could... who was ruining the life of an intelligent young woman who could make something of herself.”

Oh it was temping to go into so much more, to just provoke her as best he could in order to bring about a fight that would leave him standing as a noble hero defending Erin's honor but he also knew that he had plenty of what he needed to move on from this point. All he needed to do right then and there was just get Erin away from all this and he was hero enough for the situation. With a small sigh of disgust he turned away from the door, making his way back to Erin and grabbing her arm he led her away from the trailer, pulling roughly with a tight grip on that arm. “You heard her Erin, you can either work away like her fucking maid or you can come with me... where at least I will say thank you if you wash some dishes.” Of course his method of thanking would be downright carnal but it would still be an expression of gratitude.
 
The sound of her mom's voice clawed at Erin's chest like sharpened talons, the actual words even worse, the cruel beak pecking at her heart's painful old wounds, ripping open psychic scar tissue that had never fully healed to begin with. The tears brimming in her eyes were like acid and as Erin listened to her mom's final cackles calling her a cheap whore and inviting her boyfriend over for a relationship-ending chat. Erin was shaking her head, slumped against the rickety door frame in resignation at what she knew was coming next. Why had she ignored the most important lesson of all, that it didn't hurt nearly as much to never hope, than to cling to fairy tale dreams that could only end up crushed on the dirty trailer floor? Dominic just meant too much to her, a dream so wonderful she simply hadn't been able to give it up. How stupid Erin felt, that she had actually thought anything could ever be different for her, that she could ever escape her mom's festering shadow.

It only got worse when Dominic first started to answer. She heard his tone, every bit as disdainful as her mom's and probably more. Hearing all the horrible names and rumors about her coming from Dominic's own lips, like he was in agreement with her own mother, made Erin gasp and stumble from the little wooden riser at the stairs, trying to hold back the tears . She turned her head out into the bright sun until her retinas hurt, until she was sure the afterimage was too much for her to be able to see into the dim trailer's insides even if she looked.

How much was it going to hurt to have to crawl back to her mother, now that even Dominic had said those things about her, now that her mom knew there was no one in her corner. Erin put one hand against the hot metal siding to keep from losing herself completely, half an ear listening to Dominic go on, wanting to hear the rest from him, to fully experience it so it would hurt enough that she'd never be that stupid again.

Dominic's words veered sharply for where Erin's aching heart expected them to go. He called her shy, and needing help to come out of her shell, which might have been true except she didn't need help coming out of her shell -- it was just too painful and all she wanted now was help climbing back in. Then he made it clear he knew all the rumors about her mom too, the ones that followed her everywhere she went, clinging to her like they were written on her birth certificate, branding her the trailer park whore's brat, the drunk's daughter. Only Dominic repeated all of that about her mom just a little differently than everybody else did, as if he only held the mother in contempt but pitied the daughter.

Erin sniffed back a tear, not wanting to let it fall, not wanting to let herself give in to the weakness of hopes and dreams when living in her reality just needed perseverance and a heart that could handle the pain. She felt the little flutter, wanting to believe maybe it wasn't so bad, but really she just knew it had been a mistake to come. She should have agreed with Betsy to pretend to be her sister, adopted or whatever, to use their house if Dominic needed to meet her "family." Stupid, stupid, stupid to bring him here, let him see where she came from, how she actually lived, who she really was.

She heard Dominic kept going. He sounded upset, on her side somehow, like he was angry at her mother, not her. Even though her brain yelled at her heart to keep quiet, not to risk the too painful cycle of hope and hurt again, Erin couldn't help the soaring feeling in her chest as he turned and strode toward her.

Dominic burst out of the trailer, practically knocking the flimsy excuse for a screen door from its hinges, and grabbed Erin by the arm so tight it hurt a little. He pulled her away from the trailer, toward his car, and Erin looked back into the dim entrance before stumbling and turning her attention to just keeping up with Dominic. He was clearly upset, even more than her worst fears, only his we upset at her mom, which felt... exhilarating.

Her mom tottered to the door as Dominic finally let go of her arm at the passenger side door, having laid out her choice for her. She looked at Dominic and back at her mom, realizing suddenly the woman looked older than Erin remembered. There was a smile on her face and she was beckoning them back. "Aw, c'mon back. I was just kidding. Ask Erin! I'm always teasing. You... you seem like a... a good kid to stick up for her like you did."

Erin looked at Dominic and then past him down the driveway to the exit onto the main street. Why was her mom doing this to her again, and why did it still hurt so much? Erin swallowed hard, looked back at her mom and then at the ground between them. She'd given birth to her, given her life, but had she given anything but a hard time since? How long did she have to spend her life paying off that one big debt, of having ruined her life by being born? "Dominic, she... please..." She put her hand on his arm, looking only at him. "I don't want to be with her anymore. I need to be somewhere safe, with someone who treats me well, someone who cares about me. Someone like you." Her fingers squeezed his forearm just a little, trying to remind him they belonged together, how it felt for them, the two of them against, well, if not the world, at least anybody who stood between them. In the clothing store changing room, at the theatre on their first date, in the fancy lingerie shop, and now here, Dominic was her protection, the one she was safe with. "Please Dominic, let's just go. I don't need any clothes. I don't need anything from here, so long as we're together, away from here. I don't care, I'd be a maid and wash your dishes every day before I'd spend another second with her."

It felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest, like she'd just pushed all her chips onto the longest odds, and if Dominic let her down the way life had trained her to expect, she'd have nothing left. But she couldn't go on like this anymore, couldn't bear living under her mother's thumb knowing someone like him was out there for her and she hadn't tried hard enough, hadn't give everything she had to try to get herself out of this pit of despair. It was so hard holding the tears back, trying not to let the desperation and panic take her over, but she was afraid to let Dominic see her lose it, and refused to give her mom that satisfaction, at least not unless Dominic left Erin here alone with her.

He was standing in front of the car door and she couldn't tell if he was having second thoughts, or about to go back and punch her mom in the face, or just wash his hands of the whole thing. But he had sounded so much like her Dominic, the man she could count on, the one she should do anything to keep, that Erin had to believe. She couldn't be her mom's maid and emotional punching bag anymore. Anything but that.
 
Dominic was of course worried that he might have pushed things a little to far. No it wasn't quite so far as worried but instead a moments concern. True Erin seemed to have no particular fondness for her mother, the woman was entirely disgusting and despicable but at the end of the day she was still Erin's mother and somethings bonds like that could be unpredictable. It was possible that he might have somehow over played his hand and pushed a little too hard. He was able to see the tears that had been able to fall from the things he had mentioned hearing about her and her mother, the contrast was supposed to have been simple, one of them was a complete wreck and the other was just in a terrible position because her mother was that wreck.

He glanced back to the woman as she came out the door of the trailer, playing off everything that she had said before as though she were only joking and as if the whole thing being a joke was supposed to somehow be acceptable. What kind of person would joke about that, his own parents preferred the passive aggressive route and if he really pissed them off then they would just ignore him for a little while... as if it was some kind of punishment to not have your parents annoying you just about every moment of every day. This woman might be the most vile creature that he had ever encountered... and Dominic knew that if he didn't get Erin away from her then one day all the potential that she saw in her would soon be lost, the many ideas and plans that he had for her would all disappear into ill fitting clothing that hadn't been washed for a few days and the cheapest brand of vodka that could be picked up at the corner store.

“You don't need to wash dishes.” He said with a small smile, entirely ignoring the drunk woman behind them and instead locking his eyes on Erin's and smiling the whole time. She was really the only thing that mattered at that moment and holding her attention was of course all the more important because of her mothers attempts to keep her around. “And the only time you are going to be a maid is when I am in the mood to hear a fake French accent from you while you wear a uniform.” A little joke, followed up by a kiss to the top of her head, he wasn't planning on going anywhere because keeping her around gave him so many more options. He was offering her a chance to stop being the emotional punching bag, instead he wanted to mold and shape her... at times gentle at at other times not quite so gentle until he got just what he desired from her and that would come soon enough.

“Now if you need wear something tonight I have some tshirts that would probably fit you like a fantastic little dress and I could always take you out shopping for some things to wear tomorrow... I mean for day to day school clothes rather then a dress or something for our personal amusement, I can introduce you to my parents when they get home tomorrow night... odds are they will insist on separate bedrooms but they can insist all they want because I want to make sure that I am holding you to my chest every night as we are drifting off.”

A deep breath, he could still hear her mom though he wasn't paying attention in the least. “Now please get in the car because if I have to spend one more moment around your mother I am likely to to end up knocking her out.” Not an idle threat either, he was smiling but the same spark that had been in his eyes at that dress shop was there once more.
 
Erin could see her mom right across the hood of the car from them, one hand braced against the bright sleek metal to keep herself from falling over in a drunken stupor. Dominic was talking to her, trying to encourage her, and Erin desperately wanted to believe, to simply follow him, do what he said and let him forge a new trail for her life, one so much better than the path her mom had led her down so many years.

But she couldn't drag her eyes from her mom, looking at the woman who should have raised her with a vague mixture of horror, dread, loathing and pity. The one that hurt the worst was the pity. Her mom didn't deserve it, no sympathy for the devil. And yet Erin couldn't help still seeing the mom she had always hoped she might have someday, someone to care for her, to let her know what was right and wrong, how to do things, how to be a better person. Erin needed a parent like that in her life, rather than a father she couldn't remember and a drunken mom she wished she couldn't remember.

Erin finally dragged her eyes from her mom, tuning in fully to what Dominic was saying, giving her attention to the one person in the world who actually cared about her, took care of her, made her feel like a better version of herself. Of course she couldn't look to him as a mother figure. Aside from the obvious, she was past that now really, wasn't she? But she made her feel the way she always wanted to when she thought of the gaping parental hole in her heart, that and more, like he was everything to her. It scared her, to let herself feel that much need for someone -- especially for a man after all the men who'd traipsed through her life on the way to and immediately away from her own mom's bedroom, men who proved you simply cannot rely on them, that men only leave, like her father. But she didn't have a choice. If the day had proven anything it was that Erin just couldn't make it on her own, and she couldn't make it with her mom, not anymore. She needed Dominic in her life, needed his love, needed his protection, his guidance, just needed him to give her a center in her life, to redefine her. She didn't want to focus on those feelings too much as she looked at him, lest they take her over, scare the hell out of her, and so she wouldn't have to consider whether they were actually healthy or not. That didn't matter right now because if the alternative was staring at her across the hood of the car with eyes begging her to come back and clean up the night's beer cans then Erin's choice was clear to her, healthy or not. It didn't matter.

Somehow Dominic was smiling at her, the drunken ranting not seeming to get to him other than spurring him to action. Erin felt so warm inside standing right next to him, realizing he wasn't overwhelmed by problems and challenges and trouble. He was a man of action, and it made her want to stand even closer to him, to bask in the comfort and security of being close to him, to be part of him if she could. She nodded, listening now. "Ok, I don't need to wash them, but I would, Monsieur, for you." He kissed her on top of her head, and all was right with the world, especially the way it made her mom start to plead with her to come back, as if she could see Erin finally had someone real in her life, someone who wasn't going to give up on her and mistreat her like the men in her wretched life had. Erin was different, Dominic was different.

Erin could feel her eyes sparkling as she stared up at Dominic, his words drawing her into his vision of their next few days together, her wearing whatever he could scrounge up for her -- not that it would necessarily matter given how ragingly desperate she felt inside to be naked with him -- and shopping for things for her to wear to school. Shopping. To live with him. His parents. Oh my God, she thought, this is really happening. She actually managed to giggle despite her mom's continued presence, mostly from giddy nervousness as he talked about meeting his parents and not wanting separate bedrooms but for them to sleep together. Together. Really together, in Dominic's arms. Erin leaned into him, giving him a hug, closing her eyes and imagining it already as she felt a quick preview of his body against her. Her mom's cackles fell on deaf ears behind her, telling her to "watch out, this is how it starts Erin, come back to me now before it's too late, before he just hurts you the way all men do." Erin didn't care. Dominic was different.

And then he told her to get in. She looked up at him, eyes bright, and gave him one last squeeze, then kissed his chest, her lips against his breastbone through his shirt, feeling him hard against her soft kiss. Her arms let go of him, let him walk around to the driver's side, not really caring if he knocked her mom out on the way or not. She didn't wave good bye to her mom, didn't look at her, didn't say a word or shed another tear. She just stared at Dominic as he strode to the driver's side door, her eyes fixed on her man, her life, her future now, focusing on what mattered and not her painful past which didn't matter one bit any more. The car door opened with a luxurious click, perfect like everything in Dominic's life, perfect like she wanted to be.

Her mom howled at Dominic through the driver's side window as Erin slid into her seat, primly adjusting her skirt, knees together, and reached for her belt. "Listen, boy, I can tell you, this one is nothing but trouble. Soon enough you'll want to send her back, you'll want a refund on whatever you paid for her. She's trailer trash, through and through, and you get what you paid for I can vouch for that. But... but she's my daughter, she means everything to me... I can't put a price on how valuable she is to me." A crocodile tear rolled down a weathered cheek. "Mere money couldn't compensate me for the loss you're ripping from my heart right now. Not even a thousand dollars. Not even, say fifteen hundred dollars could make it up to me, do you understand? That's how much I love her!"

Erin forced her head to stare straight forward, her face burning crimson as her mom all but tried to sell her for a little spare cash. Her hand just reached for Dominic's without looking in that direction, not wanting to face her mom's mercenary gaze, comforted only by the fact she felt she knew Dominic well enough by now to expect her hand could find his without using her eyes, fully expecting his big hand to be wrapped around the gear shift, ready to drive, always ready to drive, and in Erin's mind, he couldn't drive soon enough. But he was in charge, he knew what to do so she didn't say anything, just sat quietly, not trusting her mouth or her feelings as the anger for her mother basically tried to put a price on how cheap a whore she thought her daughter to be, finally proving she thought herself more Erin's pimp than her mother.
 
The fact that Erin's mother was just continuing to embarrass herself and her daughter would have been amusing to Dominic at any other time but right then he couldn't see it as anything other then entirely desperate and disgusting. Already he was moving onto what had to be dealt with next, he should probably email his folks to let them know what was going on, to at least give them a heads up rather then just letting them arrive home and telling them straight away that his girlfriend would be moving in with them. It would be a great way to just save everyone a little bit of time and of course prevent the headache that would follow should they just arrive home, find her there, and pull their usual passive aggressive overly polite bullshit.

Car starting up, again the thrill of its powerful engine rushing through his body as he prepared to get the fuck away from the harpy that was shrieking at him before something she screamed managed to get through to him. It was possible he heard her wrong but it sounded like she had just tried to get fifteen hundred dollars from him... claiming that was how much she loved her daughter. It was comical really and he couldn't help but chuckle at the very thought, he had a watch that cost more then what she was trying to demand for her daughter. He could easily throw that sort of money at her without putting a dent in his trust fund but what would be the point, why should he indulge this insane woman's demands... why should he even humor her.

“Trying to sell you daughter to me... what is the point in buying what is already mine?” He sneered through a crack in the window at the woman. “Tell you what, if Erin does not hear from you between now and her eighteenth birthday then maybe we can talk but until then...” He just let it hand, shifting into get and peeling off with a grin, having no real interest in ever talking to her again but wanting to give Erin at least a time where she wouldn't hear from the woman at all. Already his mind was racing for what he could do for her eighteenth birthday now, the idea that he had earlier had just happened much sooner then he expected but that didn't mean he couldn't find something similarly impressive for her eighteenth. For a while he had been considering getting his own apartment just for some privacy... perhaps for Erin's eighteenth they could move into their own place.

Finally they were on their way, on the roads and this time Dominic was driving with care and concern for others... not speeding as he normally did and it was only on the road that he felt her hand on his... something calming the anger, the rage, that was coursing through him at the moment. That was why he was driving slowly of course, so pissed off that if he were to drive as he normally did then he would likely end up making a mistake and end up hurting the both of them.

“Sorry...” He grunted, unused to apologizing for his actions but knowing that he should say something to Erin because he had brought her back there in the first place. There was a moment of silence... drawn out and awkward to his own ears. “I mean about taking you back there and thinking that it wouldn't end up being a fucking mess... I had heard all the rumors but I never thought they could be true, never thought anyone could be such a terrible bitch to their own child.” A deep breath, a glance over to her, seeing the hint of tears that she had kept from falling and the flush of earlier embarrassment.

Grinning, still angry but the anger slowly fading as he grinned at Erin, starting to drive a little more like normal then before. “Now I am going to make that up to you Erin, we are going to go back to the house, we are going to curl up on the couch to relax for a little while... and then you and I are going to indulge the dirtiest and most secret fantasy you have ever had... whatever dream you were most frightened to acknowledge, whatever you are to embarrassed to ever say to anyone else... we are going to make it come true.” Of course he was going to enjoy that bit of indulging but that doesn't mean that it wasn't a good way to make things up to her.

“So forgive me for being such a stubborn jackass?”
 
Erin's heart soared along with the rising roar of the engine as Dominic fed it some gas, still stuck in neutral but making his intentions clear. They were going to go, he was going to take her away from here, away from her mother. Erin was going to be with him, with someone who loved her, free.

He kept the car still a few moments longer like some big cat waiting for just the right moment to take off in full sprint. Dominic turned to face down her mother and Erin paid rapt attention, not actually turning to look but her ears trained on his every word.

There hadn't been any real doubt in her heart that Dominic would pay her mother off, essentially "buying" Erin from her, but the way he responded was so much better than simply not giving in. He made it clear he didn't have to, that Erin already belonged to him. She did, heart and soul, as a squeeze of her hand let him know as he went on. He turned her mom's greed back on her, and Erin was almost certain her mom wouldn't be calling for those weeks until her birthday at the very least. There's no way her mom would risk it after the way Dominic phrased it.

Erin was leaning just a little to his side, wanting to hear what came next but then she was jerked back into her seat by the car's sudden acceleration, her body tossed to the right into her door as his tires squealed on the cheap pavement, spinning out and then catching tread and leaping away from the trailer, leaving her mom open-mouthed behind them as Erin watched in the brief moment the angle of his rearview mirror gave of her. She could hear her though, shrieking after him as they sped away, "But we're talking two thousand, right? So long as I...." and the rest mercifully trailed off in the distance behind them as Dominic zipped the car through the trailer park and back out onto the street, his jaw tense and twitching, his eyes resolute, the grip of his hand on the wheel like he wanted to strangle it, or strangle something at least. Erin could feel his anger radiating from him and she kept quiet, just stroking his hand gently with hers, wanting to reassure him, to let him know it was ok, because they were together.

Finally, after a few blocks of uncharacteristically careful driving that left her slightly puzzled but unusually relaxed in his passenger seat, Dominic broke the silence with a single grunted word. "Sorry."

"Please," Erin almost croaked, her throat tight with emotion, "you of all people shouldn't have to apologize to me Dominic, you never need to apologize to me, especially for telling her off so perfectly. You got angry, but I'm glad. I'm glad you're angry. She deserved it. I think I like you angry like this, so... so don't apologize, ok?" She gave his hand shifting the vibrating gear lever a small squeeze and smiled at him even though he could only see her face in the briefest occasional glance as his eyes needed to stay on the road.

He surprised her though. That hadn't been what he meant, although her answer still stood. He was sorry for having dragged her back in the first place, for the fact the whole thing had happened at all, like he was sorry for her whole stupid f-ed up childhood, and that made Erin's chest ache so bad she wanted to hug him and kiss him right then and there if it wouldn't have driven them off the road, and even then she was sorely tempted, wanting to be so close to him it hurt.

Erin couldn't find the words to express how he made her feel, how protected, how special. She just leaned forward, hearing the creak of the leather seat as she adjusted her bottom a little to bring her face down where she needed it, until she brought her lips to his hand on the gear shift, kissing his hand softly with love and gratitude, even though the bouncing car ended up banging his knuckle lightly into her nose a couple times before she finally straightened up and put her hand back on his, sealing the kiss with the warmth of her palm.

He responded by gunning the engine and starting to drive like Dominic again, as if her little act of... devotion... had been enough to bring him back to life. Erin smiled to herself as her free hand clawed desperately for a bracing grip on the dashboard thinking she could be his Princess Charming, kissing his hand and soothing his anger. It was a romantic idea, but one that made her feel important to him, like she could understand him and calm him, make him feel whole and fully himself again the way he completed her too.

Then he turned and in his old Dominic voice told her how he planned to make it all up to her, and apologized one more time.

"Of course I forgive you Dominic, I'll always forgive you. And it's ok if you're a stubborn jackass, so long as you're *my* stubborn jackass." Erin's face felt unexpectedly hot as she forgave him, not from any reluctance or lingering unspoken grudge or complaint, but from the thoughts already starting to intrude about how he'd said he planned to make it up to her. Curling up with him, on his couch, in his house, far from any trace of her own life before him, it sounded like heaven, but Erin didn't know what to do with his idea of indulging her dirtiest most secret fantasy. She hoped he was kidding.

His simply bringing it up had her incredibly embarrassed just thinking about divulging such a thing. So the little nagging possibility he might be serious about it, not only wanting her to share something like that with him but actually wanting to make it a reality left her mind in a bit of a panic. Suddenly, as he drove them so impatiently back to his house, toward this sort of reward he planned for her, all the kinds of dirty secret things her mind sometimes turned to in private moments played through her imagination again, reminding her how broken her childhood had left her. She knew she was a sick, twisted girl for thinking such things, but she was so messed up she couldn't help it. And over the years she'd sort of gotten so used to it, the deviant thoughts she couldn't help, her craving for the warm comfort of her self-identity as the victim, slowly starting to feel like they'd simply always been a part of her, that she scarcely worried about it anymore, just accepted it like just one more thing that was wrong with her.

But now Dominic was dragging her darkness out into the light, forcing her to examine it, to acknowledge it was part of her, not letting her simply pretend it away. How could he be serious? He had to be kidding. People didn't do those sorts of things. The dark little thoughts that creep into her head in private moments of need were never meant for the light of day, like little daydreams never meant to come true, just thoughts that reached soft, aching, needy, hard to reach spots in her twisted little brain, messed up by a childhood he now understood all too clearly. She held on tight, her hand still on his feeling him shifting the gears and driving her to an afternoon she wasn't sure she could face. At least she'd have him with her, and that was all the courage she could find.
 
Apologizing was hardly something that Dominic was used to, oh had faked it plenty of times in the past in order to get what he wanted out of someone else, but in this case he actually meant it. He was sorry that he had put Erin through this disgusting experience. Of course it had done exactly what he had wanted it too, it had broken off any slight connection that Erin might have had to that woman and driven her further into his arms where he wanted her... leaving her entirely dependent on him. Of course her mother had been far worse then he ever would have suspected, vile to the point that it made his skin crawl and his most basic humanity rebel with a need to get as far away from her as was possible. The sincerity was there but it still sounded awkward to him, to apologize and mean it, even if being manipulative with it he still meant it and when she bent over to kiss the back of his hand and then pressed her palm against the lingering warmth there.

Now that he was driving like normal it didn't take too long to get them back to the house, weaving in and out of traffic, the warmth of her hand on his calming him along the drive and the slight of her blush out of the corner of his eye making him smile. He knew of course that she might be embarrassed about those darkest thoughts and desires that lingered in her head, only slipping through her conscious thought when she closed her eyes at night and prepared to fall asleep. Her embarrassment wasn't going to stop Dominic though, if anything it made him want to do it to her all the more. Oh he might need to draw it out of her but Dominic was going to enjoy learning even more details about her darkest desires, the earlier pleasant surprise that had come about when she revealed that she occasionally fantasized about being slapped or spit on in order to finish things off when she was enjoying herself late at night.

Pulling into the driveway now, happy to be back in his own environment and taking charge where he had complete and total control. Here he was the one with all the power, here he was going to be able to drag her through the halls by her hair and rip away all her clothing if the urge happened to strike him... and she had already assured him that she would forgive him for anything he did... but before he took her into the house and maybe did just that there was something he had to take care of. “No hiding any fantasies from me.” He chided her, just the slightest edge in his voice as he reached into his pocket and drew out the collar that she had asked him to remove before taking her home. “I opened up to you about what I crave and desire... I told you about things I have never told anyone before.” Reaching out he brushed her hair away from her neck and started to buckle the collar in place, ensuring that it was at just that special level of tightness to ensure she would always feel it.

“So here is what we are going to do Erin...” He said, the edge a little more then just a hint right now as he let her hair fall back into place, his head tilting ever so slightly as he examined the perfection of the black leather that embraced her neck. “We are going to go inside right now, you are going to strip down to nothing at all, and then we are going to make ourselves extremely comfortable until you are ready to tell me just what that dirty little thought that embarrasses you so much.”

Of course he wasn't the sort to ask, he was going to find out exactly what it was that she was trying to hide from him and herself, suspecting that her earlier confession had only scratched the surface of the depravity in her mind. “So you get your ass inside the house and then I can find some way to get the information I want out of you...” And then out of the car, making his way to the front door, expecting she would follow him, no where else for her to end up going at this point and once inside the closed doors he would be able to enjoy himself a great deal, he was going to indulge her darkest desires while at the same time showing her just the sort of things that he would be expecting from her. Everything that had come before had been enjoyable but they had only just been the precursor to what he had really wanted.

And just inside the front door he was waiting for her, standing right there and ready for her to step in so that he could grab her and start ripping off what little she actually had on.
 
Erin sat as still as it was possible to be as her body was jerked side to side in her seat with each sharply taken turn or truck narrowly avoided. But she kept her hand on his the whole time. Every time her nerves started to get too bad from worrying about what he'd wanted, she caught a glimpse of his smile reassuring her how much Dominic wanted her, and that was enough to keep her hand on his, to keep them connected. Her bare legs under the so-short skirt were parted slightly, somewhat because of the weaving and bouncing of the car, but mostly because the sight of his smile had her thinking maybe he would want to touch her, and she wanted him to know he could. If he wanted to. Offering herself to him even that little bit made her feel a little better, a little closer to him, focusing her on the tingling feelings of desire she felt for him. It wasn't enough to fully overcome her growing anxiety though.

He wanted her to share her dirtiest, most secret fantasy. Erin closed her eyes just thinking about it. It wasn't his fault and she tried not to blame him. Dominic couldn't possibly know the kinds of things that went through her head from time to time, more and more the older she got, who could? She loved the way he was smiling right now, how happy he was with her, and she dreaded the look of shock that would be on his face if she really told him some of the things he'd asked for but couldn't possibly really expect.

She dreaded the possibility he might realize maybe Erin really was like her mother, a piece of trash, worth nothing more than a furnished aluminum sided box to live in with other trash to share the misery with. Dominic wouldn't think that of her would he? He was different, not like the other kids in school who were so cruel. His love for her was real and true, she'd felt it in the way he protected her, and she depended on it now, didn't know how she'd ever lived without him. He wouldn't throw her away, not Dominic, he couldn't. He'd... he'd maybe he'd pay for one of those high priced therapists to fix her so he could have a normal girlfriend, to make her into the kind of girl he wanted. She wanted to be that kind of girl for him, to be what he wanted, to do whatever it took even if it meant some kind of therapy. Just don't let him throw me back with my mom, she thought as he jerked the car into the long driveway and screeched to a halt just feet from his front door.

Dominic pulled free from under her hand finally so he could turn off the ignition. Erin's fingers, alone on the shifter now, still felt the warmth of his hand in the gear shifter as she didn't take it back to her lap just yet. He was looking at her, his expression so serious, and she really wished he would take her hand again so her heart wouldn't feel this way, practically thumping out of her chest with nervousness at where this was heading.

He told her not to hide her fantasies in a tone that made her shrink in her seat just the tiniest bit, her bare knees drawn together protectively against the change in mood. She shook her head automatically like a chastened little girl, indicating she wouldn't even though in her heart she was pretty sure she would. He couldn't know what he was asking for, he couldn't really mean it.

She saw his hand dipping into his pocket as he worked his body in the small driver's space to get his legs in the right position to reach what he wanted. Her eyes were right on his hand as it pulled out the collar, her collar. She looked in his eyes and knew he was going to put it on her again.

He reminded her of how much he'd opened up to her, and she smiled at the thought of it again, how he'd put his heart in her hands, only hers, how much that had meant to her. So how could she be thinking of hiding anything from him? But he didn't know... if he did he wouldn't have asked, he might never have asked her out if he'd known, or he'd have driven her straight to a psych ward. She was broken. Her shattered heart belonged to him completely, but she didn't want him getting cut on its still-beating shards.

She was still thinking about their hearts, his perfect, hers a ruined mess, and about how moved she'd been by his brave honesty with her. His hand brushed her hair, which felt very nice on her shoulder. It was only to buckle the collar back on her though, not to kiss her, her stroke her shoulder. His eyes were on hers with such intensity she felt her whole body reacting inside, making her wet for him even as she felt a little tremble of fear. The collar tightened up until she knew if he pulled it even one more notch she'd have a little trouble breathing.

His finger, feeling around the collar at how tight it was around her throat sent a fresh batch of shivers down Erin's spine, and she wasn't even sure what exactly it was about the gesture that did it to her. There was even more edge to his voice, a hint of male menace she didn't know what to do with as he started to talk in more detail about what he wanted from her now. She watched his face intently, taking in its perfection, the strength of his jaw, his powerful brow, the cheekbones that made her want to rub her face against his. But as he talked, his eyes were on her throat, not her face, smiling at how she wore the collar he'd bought him. At least he was still smiling.

The plan was simple, and he ticked off the points like a gym teacher explaining the rules to a new game. Go inside. Strip down. Get Comfortable. Tell him everything, the embarrassing stuff, as he made explicit. He'd said only she should strip down, but she knew he meant both of them. She could feel it in the heat between them, and the inevitable end of all this would require them both to be naked, assuming he wasn't so freaked out from things she might end up saying that he didn't want her like that anymore.

He laid out the rules to her like they were nothing, so simple, no idea how difficult what he was asking her was, and how shocked he himself was going to be if she actually played the game his way completely. As he unfolded his long frame from the sleek car's driver's seat, he gave her a few last parting words, talking about finding some way to get the information out of her, and she prayed that he wouldn't, that he knew her well enough that when he saw the look in her face at the moment of truth, he'd pull back, trusting her to know it was too much. The pieces of her broken heart were too sharp and dangerous to be taken out and played with, and she had to convince him to keep them wrapped up safely inside her, where they could only hurt her and not him.

But he was gone, striding to the door and then into the house, leaving her sitting alone in the car listening to the sounds of the engine slowly cooling and her pounding heart. She pulled down the visor in front of her, looking in the makeup mirror for any sign of courage in her eyes and finding none. Erin knew she wasn't brave, not like Dominic. Faced with bullies, she'd folded every time, and it was only being with Dominic that kept her safe. No, she wasn't brave like him. She stared at herself in the little mirror and adjusted her hair a little with scarcely a thought. A deft little downward tilt of the visor gave Erin her first look at the collar around her throat. She'd seen it in his hand but only imagined what it looked like on her. It had looked so much smaller in his big hand than on her slender throat. Now that she could see it, Erin felt it around her neck even more, like it was swallowing her up.

She felt so shaky, thinking about the things she didn't want to tell him and feeling so guilty for wanting to hide anything at all from her brave and honest boyfriend. Erin was afraid she'd look ridiculous walking toward him, knowing he must be at the door watching for her, knowing she was so nervous her jelly legs would probably make her walk look ridiculous to him. And the collar felt so huge and obvious around her neck she wasn't even sure she had the guts to get out of the car and walk to the house, out in the open where someone walking or driving by might see her. But she wanted Dominic so badly, she couldn't just stay in the car. Nothing he'd said, nor the purpose she seen in his stride, nothing gave her any sense he would come out and make things easier on her.

Erin thought about reaching back to take off the collar. She could put it on again once she was inside. But Dominic had put it on out here for a reason. A test? She didn't know, but he would be disappointed if she took it off, Erin knew that much at least. He was probably going to be so much more disappointed with her soon enough, whether because she couldn't crack open the shell around her heart for him, or because of the darkness he found inside if she did. She couldn't risk disappointing him more, not yet even in the house. She set her hands in her lap, leaving the collar alone, and stared at herself in the mirror for a last few seconds. Erin knew there wasn't enough courage in her slender frame to go through with what he wanted, so she tried to find some place in her head to turn off the thoughts and worries, to pretend she was drunk, some way to just do without reflection. But her anxiety was so hard to turn off, written clearly in the narrow set of her eyes staring back at her.

She was afraid he wouldn't understand, even after today, what it meant that she'd lived practically her whole life in a disgusting swamp of a trailer park surrounded by vile disgusting men and the disgusting sounds of what they did to her mother. Growing up she'd scarcely been able to imagine what it actually was sometimes, while at other times it was all too obvious. But it was that uncertainty, her lack of knowledge that had sent her imagination in flight, inventing the kinds of things she was sure must go on. It was the not knowing that had her constantly afraid the men who leered at Erin's blossoming body on the way to mistreating her mom might later come into her room and do those things to her too, whatever they were, and her imagination struggled valiantly to figure out what they might be. She was very clear with herself each night as she stroked herself and imagined it, that she didn't want any of it, she really didn't. The men were pigs and the things she imagined were horrifying, but the longer her fantasies went on, year after year, the less time she spent telling herself she didn't want it. She didn't need to actually say it every time, did she? It was obvious, wasn't it? But what if it wasn't obvious to Dominic? What would he think of these dark corners of her mind? Was one horrifying 2 minute glimpse of her mom and her trailer enough for him to understand how broken Erin was? Enough for him to still care about her?

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Trust him. She had to just trust him no matter what. It was the only thing that worked. He'd been right so far, hadn't he? And he was the guy who'd actually asked her out even though he knew all the rumors, and still made her feel like his Princess and not his prostitute. She opened the door after a minute of silent reflection, focusing on trust not fear, focusing on Dominic not herself. It was the only way. She stepped out onto the driveway in her high heels, feeling the heat of the sun on her bare legs as she rose from car. She looked around, eyes scanning for anyone looking at her, anyone who might see the collar she was wearing, the one she felt so intensely marking her as a girl about to be naked, a girl about to have sex, a girl about to embarrass herself for her boyfriend.

She closed the car door and walked with small slow steps up the path to the door which he'd considerately left open. As she rounded the last high hedge, now out of sight from the street, she reached to the side of her skirt, unbuttoning it so it would be easier to unzip. Erin hoped he was see she was trying to please him, to play the afternoon out his way. Then, maybe if she was a little less perfect in the other part about telling him everything, maybe he'd forgive her enough to still want to make love with her the way she needed. Maybe he'd let her give him some lukewarm half-truths, enough to satisfy him, not the full truth he wanted or deserved, but maybe he'd understand from the look in her eyes the full truth was too much for both of them.
 
Waiting for her inside of the door, Dominic was not the sort of man who enjoyed being kept waiting for any reason at all for any amount of time at all. The thought that he might need to wait a little bit to hear what it was that she was afraid to share with him was already irritating and a challenge that his mind was working over time to over come up with a plan to get it out of her. He already had some suspicions of course, from what she had so easily told him earlier about her fantasies of being slapped and spit on he knew that it would have to be something quite a bit more extreme. Of course it could be their recent run in with her mother that made her a little nervous but Dominic would have thought that the way he handled that was enough to show her that he wasn't just going to run off on her or abandon her because of something that might be shocking.

He did have a plan though, he was the sort to always have a plan or at least be quick to cook one up and put it into action. Earlier that day he had teased her practically to the point of tears with the need for a climax just so he would have her just about ready to to beg him to take her virginity. A little teasing, no end in sight, and he was certain that she would be willing to divulge every secret that she had in her life, that she would tell him her filthiest and most disgusting fantasy possibly... oh she might be ashamed of the entire experience but he wouldn't care in the least, if anything that might just get him off quite a bit more. He would enjoy the shame she experienced, he would revel in the blush of her cheeks and smirk at the slightest build up of tears.

So inside the door he did the one thing that he needed to do in order to put his plan into action. It was of course a very simple thing, he had already figured out how Erin's buttons worked, where to apply pressure both literal and figurative in order to get that moisture building and the heat spreading through her body.

It started just by taking his shirt off, he let it fall, he could pick it up later or even if he didn't then the maid that came in three days a week would end up getting it on monday... if Erin didn't grab it before that happened.

The moment she was through the door he was on her, his lips crashing against hers in a passionate kiss that was meant to awaken her hunger, to make her need him and crave his touch in the most intimate ways. He was pressing her against a wall, pushing the door shut with his foot, his hands reaching for her skirt and smiling at the fact that it was already unbuttoned, the zipper easy enough to pull down with just the slightest twist of his wrist and pulled away where it was allowed to fall beside his shirt, seeing that she still wore nothing beneath that skirt and the slightest hint of their earlier fun in the dressing room still decorated her thighs. A press against her, letting her know how much he wanted her...

Of course there was a downside to his plan, he still wanted her, he needed her to the point where it was downright painful, but he could ignore that pain, he wouldn't like dealing with it but he could. “This is your last chance Erin...” He warned her with a smile, a playful smile that reached his eyes and his voice as he started to pull up her shirt. “You can tell me whatever it is that you are trying to hide from me. You can tell me it now because you will be telling me soon anyway... and if you tell me now then I will be much happier... but the longer you make me wait the less patient I will before.” Another little kiss, his tongue darting in her mouth for just a moment. “Now I won't say that you can't shock me Erin, I won't try to claim that nothing you say will catch me off guard... but no matter what it is you are trying to hide I won't care.” A smirk, a wink, and then he stepped away from her, entirely removing her shirt and dropping it down to the other clothing before turning and walking away. "Because I love you Erin, not just because you are gorgeous in a way that makes me reconsider the definition of beauty but also because of who you are... every aspect of you."

“The game starts nice and simple Erin... I get to wear whatever I want... you wear the collar... I can touch you and I can touch myself but you can do neither... this will continue until I hear this hidden little fantasy and if I think for a moment that you are holding back then we up the ante a little bit.”

Into the family room, pulling a soft blanket over the couch before sinking into it and turning on the TV, nothing on but watching anyway as he waited for Erin to join him... knowing it wouldn't be long before she gave into him.
 
Erin was just past the hedge, close enough to almost see in the house through the still open door, her heels clicking lightly with each careful step on the concrete walk. She could practically feel Dominic's presence inside the door, waiting for her, and her collar could feel it too, tightening around her neck just a little with anticipation, or maybe that was just the eager emotion swelling in her throat -- she couldn't even tell which at this point, the collar wrapped around her so snugly it simply felt like a part of her.

Suddenly she stopped, the last echoing click of her heels softly dying out under the eaves. The packages. She hadn't seen Dominic bring them in. So this was probably her job wasn't it? How unappreciative and unhelpful would she appear if she forgot them, after all the energy he'd invested in taking her out to shop like that, after the way he'd looked at her in the little lingerie shop? But in her heart she could also feel his impatience calling to her, telling her to get her ass inside as he would probably put it in that voice she was growing to know and love so well. She dithered for a moment, caught between the two possible ways of disappointing him, running her fingers through her hair and brushing ginger locks out of her eyes as she tried to figure it out, struggling like it was a math problem.

Finally she decided and turned, half-hurrying the best she could in the heels back to the car, opening it and leaning in to retrieve the two pretty bags. How had the collar itself not reminded her of the store and what they'd bought -- what he'd bought her? A certain familiar sense of dread seeped through her, the dread of meeting her mom's hostile look of disappointment only now projected onto Dominic which made her heart ache twice as bad.

She gave a quick slam and turned back, still at the best trot she could pull off without going face first or snapping a heel off, trying not to make him wait any longer, hoping maybe he wouldn't even notice she'd taken so long, but after how long she'd sat in the car and now forgetting the packages, she felt the collar tighten even more, her throat speaking loudly of the anxiety the collar was forcing her to swallow back down.

Erin hurried through the door, eyes down on the floor to navigate her heels safely through the transition from outside walkway, over the little threshold rise, and onto carpeting. She was already starting to explain in a rushed voice, "I'm sorry, I just..." when he was on her already, like a looming presence she hadn't even seen waiting for her.

Dominic's physical presence overwhelmed Erin, all she could see or think of. The brief feeling of her cheek against his bare chest at first contact sent a rush of desire right through her, reminding her of his innate strength, and just how he was... bigger than her, in such an amazing way. He walked her back a couple steps until her back banged against the wall and she was trapped against his pressing torso, not that Erin minded one bit. He'd taken her breath away, the way he moved her, like a force of nature. She felt like a little bunny rabbit next to him, hopping along in one direction and suddenly plastered to the front of his locomotive, carried along in another direction entirely with no say in the matter whatsoever, like the laws of momentum didn't apply to Dominic when he wanted something.

Erin heard the door shut beside them, not quite sure how he managed that, or if they had some expensive kind of automatic thing she never would have imagined, but she was grateful for the privacy as she felt Dominic's fingers turn her face upward for what she hoped would be a kiss. The packages slipped from her fingers as her lips greeted his, as his lips and body just crushed her with desire and her own desire blazed right back. All her thoughts and worries and apologies and hesitations vanished in an instant as Dominic just took over, his kiss and his presence all her mind and body could handle.

She reached for his neck, her arms feeling his bare shoulders, the fingers of one hand curling through his hair and the other feeling the rippling muscles of his back as he moved a little this way and that against her, kissing her and pressing against her exactly the way he wanted. The feeling of his own big hand traveling down her side was enough to draw a gasp from her, his thumb managing to reach far enough around to graze her nipple through her little blouse and bra as it made its way lower. She squirmed in his grip as his hand traced the exposed bare skin of her side, tracing the valley of her waist before resting on the slope of her hip. He didn't break their kiss for a second, and she didn't want him to, her tongue gently matching his every perfect, probing move between her lips, Ginger Rogers to his Fred Astaire as their tongues danced in perfect harmony. Even as his fingers found her skirt's zipper with scarcely a fumble, Erin held still, actually wanting him to expose her, hoping he noticed she'd unbuttoned herself for him, hoping it mattered to him, that it made up for being slow to follow him into the house and almost forgetting her packages.

Dominic seemed happy enough as his hand traced the bare flesh of her hip as her skirt slipped to the floor at her feet, the feel of his kiss changing a little as he seemed to be smiling, little sounds of his satisfaction warm in her mouth. His body pressed against her, harder, so very hard, and the wall behind her made her feel softer still by contrast as her now-naked bottom was pressed back into it. Just heels and her blouse, feeling so soft and naked against him, feeling so sexy, Erin moaned back into his kiss. The two of them were perfect together, his naked chest and abdomen, her lower half totally exposed, each of them pressing bare skin against what remained of the other's clothes. Erin found herself yearning for the feeling of his bare skin against hers, nothing between hem, actually hoping he would pull her blouse off too. She wanted to be naked for him, to feel him, to touch him and feel him touch her, to see him look her up and down with hunger in his eyes, nothing but heels and collar and her own nakedness to feast his gaze on. She wanted, wanted, wanted so badly, like he was the perfect and only remedy for everything that hurt in her soul.

He pulled back from her eager, seeking lips just enough she couldn't bend her neck or rise on her tiptoes enough to follow with her kiss, and gave her a little smile as he spoke, his breath warm against her lips. Last chance. Threatening words but playful smile, keeping Erin feeling trapped on the narrowest precipice between too vast chasms, not sure which way she would fall. So many feelings surged through her body, as if fear and desire couldn't tell themselves apart any more around him and just decided to join forces.

She moaned, not breaking eye contact with him as she felt his hand at the hem of her abdomen-baring blouse, tugging it upward. His fingers grazed the soft skin of her belly, making her squirm a little against the wall. He tugged it upward, the fabric sliding over her tiny little bra, and then over her face, hiding him from her eyes for a moment as he continued his playful threats. She listened intently to his tone, his insistent cadence as all she could see was the fabric over her face slowly sliding upward, his words telling her more and more clearly how he truly did expect her to tell him everything -- everything. And it came across as a demand more than just an expectation or hope, like it was unacceptable for her not to tell him absolutely everything, even if she was embarrassed, even if she was scared, even if she was certain it wasn't what he was expecting.

Her arms lifted up over her head to let him finish stripping her, her eyes finally back on him and her hair falling wildly back down red across her face. Erin's head was already spinning, struggling for an answer she could give him, thinking of all those dark thoughts that came to her when she needed to feel good, or rather, that made her need to feel good, so hard to tell the difference anymore. The feeling of her nipples poking so hard against the light fabric of her bra, and the gathering damp desire between her legs only made it harder to let those thoughts course through her with his eyes on her so intently, but she couldn't look away. She wanted him too badly.

Tell him. He'll be happy. No, don't tell him, he'll be appalled. The angel and devil were on her bare shoulders, whispering to her, and she couldn't tell which was saying what, but she heard them both as Dominic winked and smirked and stepped back from her, leaving her all but naked -- nothing but heels and collar and her wispy little bra -- leaning back feeling the rough wall against her bare backside and breathing heavily as she watched his eyes take her in.

She wanted him to come back, to touch her again, to kiss her again, but he just stood there, looking her over, his eyes dwelling on the collar as much as her naked body, making her feel that sense of belonging to him again, like it was so much more than pretty decoration to him, and it felt that way to her too. Her arms were at her side, palms against the wall feeling its solidity as his eyes returning to her made her shiver for a moment, so intense and hot with a desire she could feel even at this distance. Then he said it.

He loved her.

Dominic loved her! He said it, not just a guess or a speculation or wild, crazy hope. he actually said he loved her!

Erin's mouth opened, speechless but with so many thoughts fighting for attention, tripping all over each other in their crazy need to get out of her head. As he went on, speaking so movingly about how beautiful she was, to him at least, what really made her gasp with emotion was the way Dominic said he loved all of her. She was barely even aware she had an "all of her" to love, and she was so grateful to have a boyfriend who saw so much more than everyone else, so much more than she did.

She wanted to run into his arms, to tell him how much she loved him too, to hold him and never let go, but she needed to hear everything, to let him finish, every word from his mouth better than poetry to her ears, like she'd endured everything in her life just to reach this one moment, and if she died now it would still be enough, although he had her actually hoping for so much more life now, like her life might actually mean something now.

Somehow he'd transitioned right into telling her what he wanted from her, as if that was just part of what it meant to be in love with him, to be loved by him. A game. He wears what he wants, she would just wear the collar. Erin blushed a little, her hands still down at her side, fighting any desire for modesty to let this man who loved her look at her however he wanted. She belonged to him, body and soul, and if he wanted her in just a collar, well...

There was more though. Dominic knew how make even the weirdest slightly deranged things sound like the sexiest thing ever. He spoke of himself touching as he pleased, touching her, himself, but her not getting to do either until she told him everything he wanted to know. She knew he had a poet's soul, a way of expressing himself that carried so much unspoken meaning between each and every word. His "game" came out as so much more threatening than the real Dominic she knew, but that was just his way of speaking, his style, and it didn't bother her at all. The opposite in face. She knew it was just like the way he wanted her to wear this collar for him, a way of expressing how she made him feel, of his desire for her. She smiled through the hair still partially shielding her face, ready to tell him how much she loved him, and to try to find some sort of partial, mostly-true answer about her dark thoughts that might seem acceptable, to seem like enough, even if it wasn't everything.

But he was gone, leaving her quivering a little against the wall, alone. How did he to this to her, just a little kiss and touch and few well-chosen words and she was melting in a puddle at his feet, like she was his sexual plaything, a toy he knew perfectly well how to play with. Well, if she was his toy, then his desire was her toy to play with, to fascinate and excite her, never tiring of him wanting her. She was loved. He loved her! Erin reveled in the feeling of belonging to him, feeling it with every fiber in her body. He wanted her in just the collar. He wanted her! Erin felt wanted, wanted with actual certainty, a new feeling for her that was thrilling her in all of her softest places. Slowly she walked after him, in the direction he took when he left the foyer. She heard the sound of a television, like he was giving her a beacon to make sure she found him, and the sound of her heels clicked toward it as she left the carpeted entryway to walk down a dim wood-floored hallway. Finally she stood at the opening to the tv room where she saw him lounging on a couch, watching the TV like it didn't matter at all, waiting for her.

Erin smiled at Dominic's long, lounging form. He said he loved her! Her smile got a little wider, almost giddy as she thought about it. Had anyone said they loved her? Ever? She couldn't remember it. It took all her restraint to keep from practically running to him, to just cover him with kisses. But instead, she paused in the room's entryway, and gave something like an early morning stretch, posing for him, giving him a good look at her. She watched his eyes, wanting him to look away from the TV and only at her, wanting to hear him say it again, to feel it, to bask in the warmth of those words.

Collar only, that's what he'd said. So as she posed, trying to seem casual about it even though her whole body was alive and singing with possibility, she slipped out of the little bra and tossed it aside like it was nothing, with no attempt at all to cover her breasts and her throbbing, taut nipples, or anything. She wanted him to see her, wanted him to want her, to need her. She turned a little, giving him a good look from the side, letting him see how perky her breasts were, the one advantage of her more humble chest size. She arched a little, wanting him to notice the curve of her bottom, how slender she was right above it, wanting to find out what made his eyes blaze with hunger and then give it to him. Another turn and twist showed off her hips and legs and narrow waist, letting him see what he'd touched, letting him see what he'd exposed, what belonged to him. She wanted to feel his eyes on her, to be the only thing he could see. He loved her, he actually said it, and now she wondered if he would see her differently, if he would still see all of of her weird freckles that sometimes made her so self-conscious, or just see... her, all of her, now that she was so bare and exposed to him.

Finally she couldn't take the distance between them anymore. She stepped out of the high heels, leaving them at the entryway, and padded barefoot to him, slowly, letting her hips speak of her desire. She was in just the collar, just the way he wanted, and her eyes were only on him, as if the TV didn't even exist in her world. She stood next to him, wanting him to stroke her, to touch her. He just left an open spot on the couch beside him. His pants were on, but she felt so excited being naked in front of him like this, knowing how he felt about her, that she couldn't believe it would stay that way for long. Erin dipped her knees and sank into the seat beside him as gracefully as she could, running a hand through her hair to sweep it back on the other side so it didn't block her view of him.

She ached to kiss him, to unbuckle his belt. "You love me." She couldn't help smiling again. "You said you love me!" Erin leaned into him, curling her shoulder in a little so she rested against his chest, her face near his but having to turn a little to face him with her eyes. "I love you too, Dominic. So much. More than you could believe. More than I ever thought possible." It sounded so obvious. She sounded so stupid just saying it like that, but the feel of the collar around her neck just didn't let her not say it. "I belong to you, heart and soul." She was still smiling, her lips so close to his now, wanting him to kiss her, knowing she was going to kiss him herself in a second if he didn't.

"I'll tell you what you want to know." Even though she was just promising him what he'd already demanded, Erin wanted it to sound like she was giving him something special, a part of her soul, a great big painful chunk, which it was, to tell him all that he insisted on. Or at least she would tell him what she could, she'd do her very best, and that had to be enough right?

Then Erin couldn't take it anymore. She put a hand back around his shoulder and brought her lips to his to kiss him again, needing that encouragement before giving him as much as she could of the truths he demanded.
 
Could a kiss have a taste, though the TV was on it was that thought, that strange little inkling that ran through Dominic's head as he idly flipped through the channels, not finding anything in particular worth watching but instead putting on a little show, it was part of the game after all and the fact that there was nothing good on TV at that moment was hardly a reason to change his plans.

Still that thought was in his head as the tip of his tongue traced his lips, he knew from experience that a kiss could taste of the last meal that a girl had or perhaps some flavored lip gloss but with Erin there seemed to be more to it then that. Those things, the things that he tasted on her seemed to just be seasonings while he was still able to taste her, even with the kiss having ended and her in an entirely different room he was still able to taste her on his lips. To describe what the kiss tasted like wasn't possible, oh he could have described the taste of her cunt with ease, the slightly sweet tang of her feminine juices from when he had teased her mingled with the taste of the pool water in a way that he didn't mind... but the kiss was an entirely different taste.

It was mellow, subtle, it was a taste that lingered on the tongue and unfolded as he thought about it, the closest comparison he could come up with was the way a Single Malt Scotch, aged in a Sherry Barrel, would reveal its complexities to you as you slowly sipped it and let it roll over your tongue. The more he thought about it the more frustrating it became because he couldn't put words to the experience... he resolved that he would figure it out before too long though, its not as though he would lack the opportunity to enjoy such a thing. Normally a relationship only lasted as long as it took for him to decide that something new could offer him even more entertainment then what he was already playing with... but what more entertainment could be offered then Erin? Oh given time he expected he would enjoy his little plaything or two on the side, perhaps even drawing Erin into that fun should the chance arise, but until then he intended to enjoy monogamy for the first time in his life.

He heard her approaching, the hardwood making a wonderful little way to hear anyone approaching and he turned his head to watch her at the entry of the room, the corner of his eye still on the TV because there was the game after all but he was very pleased with what he saw, the way she arched her body and posed for him, clearly she was becoming more confident with her body then she had been before. True it was only just for him, for his eyes only, but that didn't mean that it wasn't a step forward. Homecoming might only be a few weeks away but he expected to have Erin feeling much more confident in her beauty by then, less the shy wall flower and more the blossoming beauty that everyone was able to properly appreciate... what good was owning something special if others didn't understand just how special it was. She was going to be the queen on his arm, the center of attention with him... and he was going to enjoy the jealousy and anger that came from others who wanted her or wanted to be her.

As she took a seat on the couch Dominic smirked a little to himself, he could see in the way she moved and the way that she was looking back at him, she wanted to touch him then, she wanted to undress him, wanted him to be as exposed as she was... though as confident as he was he would never be so exposed as Erin was even without his clothes on.

“I'm glad I didn't say it too soon.” He whispered with a chuckle when she said she loved him, knowing that he had been drawing it out all day, knowing that his earlier inference to the feelings was of course a powerful thing but to actually say it blatantly would be a different thing entirely. No implication, no suggestion, no room for doubt in her mind once he said it out loud. “Its not something I have ever said to anyone else before.”

It was her promise to tell him what he wanted to know that really caught his attention though, he had slipped an arm around her shoulder, running his hand down her side much as he had just a few nights ago in that movie theater, their first date. He could see she wanted to kiss him, something that he would have considered a violation of the rules of his game had she not been ready to give in so quickly... perhaps to quickly but the game could be revisited later, as often as he liked... besides he wanted to taste her again.

As she moved to kiss him Dominic carefully leaned back, playfully keeping his lips just barely away from her own. “Oh you better tell me everything.” He teased, mischief in his eyes and a slight curling of his lips. “If you hold back then I will be making the game more interesting.” Then, only then did he dip his head back to hers, kissing her on his terms rather then letting her kiss him, but he allowed her to control this kiss just this once, letting her choose how deep, responding rather then just dominating like he normally did... she would need her confidence after all.
 
Erin leaned in to Dominic with a big smile, twisting her neck and torso enough to bring her lips to his, to show him how she felt about his loving her. He was being playful, though, teasing her,leaning back a little further on the couch and then further, so her chase of the kiss remained a pleasant frustration. He was almost reclining and she was all but sprawled against him, their lips still separated only by his seeming desire to make her prove how much she wanted him.

His face was so close she could feel his breath on her lips when he added that he'd never said that to any other girl. Erin couldn't believe how he threw that in so casually, like he thought it meant nothing at all, like he had no idea how it made her heart beat even harder for him. Was that even possible, that she was the only girl? His first and one true love, the only one he'd ever told at least? He must have had so many girls. Erin saw quite clearly how they all watched him, but Dominic must have only played around, waiting for the right girl, for her. "I'm your first?" She sounded giddy and she knew her eyes were wide and sparkling but she couldn't help it. The idea was magical to her, like her fairy godmother had just sprinkled fairy dust over the two of them.

She tried to lean in a little more, to give him his first kiss now that they were officially in love, each of them for the first time. But he still pulled back a little more, still toying with her, and she gave him a little fake pout, only for a moment. It wasn't a gesture she was used to, playful and happy.

Dominic's arm slipped around her shoulder, her bare skin tingling with his touch, and her shoulder curled into him like she would happily just burrow in and disappear into him. His hand stroked her side, stroking her waist, holding her close and she tilted her chin for him again only to find his kiss just out of reach. It was like he wanted to make sure she didn't forget who she was with, how he got what he wanted, both for her and from her. The collar around her neck wouldn't let her forget, she felt that so clearly. She finally settled against him, stopping the pursuit, giving up the idea she could control the kiss, control him, but keeping her face ready and tilted to his lips just in case Dominic might decide he wanted to kiss her, which she desperately hoped he did -- how could he not, the way he was looking at her?

His breath grew close and warm on her lips and she smiled, her lips parting for the kiss she was sure was coming. Yet still he kept her waiting, her lips practically kissing the air between them she was so ready, his lips so close she could probably have licked them with her tongue if she'd been so bold as to try. But Erin had set herself on waiting for him, knowing he would just pull back or take control some other way. It was ok with her, to let Dominic be in charge, to be the one in control. It felt good to leave her needs and desires and well-being in his hands, letting the one person who actually and truly cared for her make the decisions, even though it was a little struggle for her to restrain herself.

She could see his eyes on her, watching, waiting. He whispered a last few words of warning, that she had to tell him everything, that if she held anything back she would pay some sort of price, his voice brimming with confidence that he would be able to tell. Erin couldn't help the guilty color rushing to her cheeks, as if her reluctance to tell him absolutely everything was written right across her face.

Before she could make a fool of herself and try to find some way to deny what he was implying without actually lying, he cut her off, finally kissing her at the precise moment her mind wasn't seeking it, when it was finally fully on his terms. Yet somehow that made the feeling of his lips covering hers even richer, softer, sexier. She belonged to Dominic, could feel it pulsing in her neck under the snug leather collar. Erin wriggled happily against him, drawing her hips in tight against the fabric of his slacks and turning her knees together so he could stroke the length of her thighs, but only if he wanted to of course.

Dominic's arm drew her in close, holding her tight, crushing the two of them together as they kissed like their souls had been two pieces of coal up until this moment and now he was squeezing them into a single magnificent diamond. Erin gave herself over fully to the kiss, her hands stroking his back and neck without thinking, her chest pressed against his. The feel of her nipples swelling against his firm chest made her weak in the knees and wet between her legs. She kissed him back, turning her head just a little as his hand stroked her hair back over her cheek in a small caring gesture that left her breathless.

Her tongue danced with his in perfect harmony, swirling and tasting him, tasting him tasting her, a perfect closed loop of sensation between the two of them. He tasted so fresh, the hint of masculine mouthwash and the scent of his after shave wakening all of her senses. When he pulled his tongue back from between her lips, she let her own lips stay soft and open, nibbling a little at his lower lip, her tongue standing at the door to her mouth letting him know he was so welcome to come back and visit her again. He didn't return though, just breathing warmly and clearly smiling and stroking her side, just a little of her breast, apparently teasing her again.

Erin let the tip of her tongue out just a little, exploring the contours of his lower lip, discovering what the sharpness of his teeth felt like. She half-expected him to give her a playful little nip, maybe even a bit painful, but he didn't. So she kissed him deeper, aching to feel him kissing her back again, to feel his firm probing passion again. It felt so odd for her tongue to be in his mouth but she wanted to be a part of him so badly she couldn't stop, doing whatever just felt right in each moment. Finally he kissed her back. Slowly she retreated, until the tip of her tongue was dancing between their lips, enticing him into kissing her more deeply again. Back and forth the kiss went, Dominic kissing her as deeply as he pleased and then drawing her out again when he felt like it. It went on for so many heart beats she couldn't count them, had no idea how long they kissed, only that she didn't want it to stop. If his parents didn't mind when they got back, Erin could live right here with him on this couch, naked and kissing him for the rest of her life.

Slowly though, this time he pulled back not just his tongue but his lips as well, still close to her, still holding her tight, but looking at her closely, letting her know there was something she still had to do.

Right. That. He'd been so clear and explicit about it she couldn't forget or ignore what he wanted to know no matter how badly she wanted to. Her mind was still spinning around the sensation of him kissing her, of kissing him, of being held so close, bare skin against his torso. How could she think clearly? How was she supposed to come up with an answer he would believe?

She whispered, as if to speak any louder might scare their new found love away. "Dominic, ok, I... I said I'd tell you so, well, here goes." Her words were slow, quiet, both from nerves that threatened to make her tremble against him, but also just stalling a little as she tried to put a full thought together for him that she hoped he would accept. "But please... just remember... I, well, remember I grew up in that little trailer, with my mom basically taking in a lot of men and more or less causing all those rumors you're heard about us. When I was younger, I didn't always know what those noises were, didn't know what the rumors meant, didn't even want to know, really. But I'd lie in my room, afraid, trying to figure things out. We had a computer maybe I could have used to look stuff up, to figure it out, but Mom and the men always used it for... well, for porn basically, as I realize now."

Erin's face was still red and she nervously brushed her hair back behind her left ear again. "Uh, well, so... sometimes the noises were pretty strange. One time I thought I heard something bad, and as much as my mom disgusted me I knew without her I wouldn't have any money because all the checks came to her in her name, and well, so I opened my door and ran out. I think the guys name was Chuck. He was standing with his back to me at my mom's bedroom door with his shirt off, kind of like you right now I guess although totally different, obviously. My mom was kind of cowering on the floor just inside her bedroom, half dressed, with the weirdest look on her face I couldn't figure out. I imagined it must be fear because of the way he was standing over her it just seemed so threatening."

She paused for a slow breath. Only Dominic holding her so tight and close gave her the courage to go on, and even that didn't feel like enough courage to open up the deepest, most secret places she was most ashamed of. Even this moderately luke-warm half-truth was difficult for her to come out and say like this. "He started pulling his thick leather belt out of the loops, and I got scared what he was going to do. I yelled at him to stop. I must have been almost 15, I don't remember exactly, but he turned and looked at me with kind of hungry eyes that made me sick to my stomach, like he was deciding whether I was a piece of meat worth buying. He used to joke about two-for-one sales a lot with my mom, always winking and looking at me, so I always tried to slip out to school early, before he woke up and went to his job."

"Anyway, that night, he came toward me, pulling the belt out. I started backing up. I remember, he said, 'You best be a good girl now and get back in your room, or I'll have to tan your naughty little ass too, hear me?'" Erin stopped and shivered a little at the memory, totally true. "I knew he was going to hit me with the belt if I didn't go in my room. My mom just sat there in her room, watching, not saying a single thing. I stayed my ground and he stepped closer, snapping the belt and grinning at me. Just before he got to me I stumbled back into my room, and slammed the door shut. I fell back on my bed and sort of cowered against the wall, I was so scared he was going to burst in with the belt. I didn't hear anything for a minute, like he was just standing there, I couldn't tell."

Erin felt her breath coming a little faster, like the words were tumbling out of her a little quicker than her breath could support. She realized she must be boring him, so nervous about just coming out and saying it and giving him this whole explanation so he wouldn't get the wrong idea. "I... I just wanted you to know why... that night, and the night after, I couldn't get it out of my head. Like I told you before, I would always have these horrible thoughts, couldn't shake them, and the pleasure of... you know.... touching myself? That was the only thing that made me feel better. By that time, it was like the two went together. Whenever I was trapped in that bad place, it made me want to touch myself to feel better. And if I was every kind of relaxing, sort of bored or whatever or just... you know... anyway, it was like I could only do that if I brought some of these thoughts up while I was doing it.

"So that night was the first time I thought about his belt. I felt ashamed of myself, like I was a coward for running away and hiding in my room like that, but he was so big and I was just... just scared. I imagined what if he had burst through the door, telling me I was being a naughty girl to cause him trouble. It's stupid right? I know, but... I was just freaked out and just thinking over and over about him taking the belt to me, thinking about how much it would hurt, trying to imagine it, if I could be that brave. Eventually I would start to imagine it even worse, being forced to pull up my nightgown for it to make it hurt more because I was such a bad girl he thought I deserved it -- he used to talk like that sometimes. Just kidding, he always said, but it stuck with me."

Erin felt like she was sweating after telling that. It was utterly embarrassing for her too, admitting to her loving boyfriend that one of the things she thought about when she was turned on was a big guy taking a belt to her, that somehow that idea, feeling like a victim and imaging being hurt somehow helped bring her to the pleasure she needed to get to sleep most nights. It was far from her worst or deepest or darkest secret. But it was embarrassing enough that she hoped he would accept her deep blush at face value, and not probe too deeply behind it. "So, yeah, I... I think about having that belt used on me. It never happened, you know? My mom broke up with him a few weeks later, and I was super careful around him until then, but, well, I just... I just couldn't get that awful idea out of my head I guess." She looked at him hopefully, feeling a little bad to be telling him anything but the deepest darkest truths he probably thought he wanted, but she knew he couldn't really want that, not if he knew what he was asking. The belt was the truth they needed, and Erin hoped in her heart that made it ok to give him a little bit less than the whole truth.
 
Of course the kiss was meant to put her at ease, everything Dominic was doing was intended to help Erin relax a little bit, feel at ease around him so that she would be more comfortable and open up. It was a complete one eighty from how he had behaved earlier in the day, the day before, or on their date to the movie theater, where he had enjoyed putting her on edge and keeping her there for a while but instead he was trying to ensure that she was comfortable around him. Oh he might have taken her clothing from her and kept his own but that was only so that he could keep it clear that he was still in charge of the situation, that even while he was being as gentle and comforting as possible with her he was still entirely in charge. Oh he loved every moment of having her pressed against him, wanted nothing more then to just fuck her right then and leave them both laying in their own sweat, half staring at the TV and half asleep in each others arms.

As she started to speak though, the scant moments between the contact of their lips and her words spilling forth seeming to drag on for almost an hour, Dominic listened closely, curious about whatever insight he could get into her life from before. Any insight that she gave him, anything that she said, could be useful in manipulating her, in controlling her, on breaking her down so that she could become exactly what he had always dreamed of... only the more time he spent with her the more Dominic was coming to understand that he didn't need to break her down... she was already broken in just the right ways to make her everything that he wanted... he just needed to get her to open up to him about how she was broken, he needed to encourage her to be just a touch more honest with him. Oh it wouldn't take long, he was still going to torment and tease her as he desired but he was also going to take his time to get her to open up a bit. Getting to hear her darkest fantasy seemed the fastest way to get the process started, to thaw the ice or crack the damn a little...

But it only worked if she was entirely honest with him. Her story went on, Dominic kept his face almost perfectly neutral except for the slightest hint of a smile to encourage her as he relaxed on the couch with her, the tv entirely forgotten now as the story she told was far better then could otherwise be seen on a simple screen.

“Thats entirely disgusting...” He said slowly when she had finished talking, his words chosen carefully to throw her off for a moment before he grinned and brushed his lips over hers for an instant, lingering just long enough to tease her. “I mean the fact that your mothers boyfriend seemed to think that fucking her entitled him to perv on you.” A gentle smile now, still wanting her at ease as he looked down over her naked body, quite blatant in his own perverted thoughts on her, his own intent desires. Oh he wanted her, he was tempted to go and get his belt just so that he could take it to her back and rear, he would enjoy making a victim of her, he would enjoy seeing the red welts on her pale white flesh, hearing the smack of the leather against her mingling with her cries of pain... oh it was something he wanted very much himself but it wasn't enough... oh what she had just confessed to him was quite dark indeed but there had to be more to it.

“As far as fantasies go Erin its a bit unusual for a girl your age but hardly all that uncommon when you look at the wider world... you would be surprised just how many websites there are dedicated to just the sort of thing you described.” Smile, another kiss that lingered just a little while longer this time, still comforting and still innocent but by no means any less enjoyable... even the innocent kisses had their own flavor. “Remember what I told you earlier, my own darkest aspects seem to match up with your own rather nicely.” A teasing touch of his hand on her thigh, fingers spread, squeezing lightly, just to catch her attention and make her pay closer attention to what he was doing.

“You want secretly want the darker things just as I do Erin.” His voice dropping, almost like he was sharing a secret even though it was just the two of them. “If you said the word then I would go grab a belt for you right now and make this dark little dream come true.”

Then a pause, one that was pregnant with potential as he thought about how to best put into words what he was thinking about, considering things for just a few seconds. “Now Erin, I know that couldn't have been easy to share with me but you have to understand that there is no reason to be afraid, no reason to worry about saying anything that will shock me.” The intensity shining in his eyes, locked on hers. “But there is a little more isn't there Erin... holding back from me when I have asked a question isn't something I can abide.” No real accusation there, just a simple enough statement... and of course the expectation.

"No judgment Erin... nothing at all you can say will be enough to chase me away."
 
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