The Dominator by DD Prince Page A

massaged my scalp; he was playing with my hair a little.  But he was quiet. After a long moment of silence I started to take stock of the day. The day that I’d been so excited about for so long had taken such a turn, one I wouldn’t have guessed would happen in a million years, a trillion years.  Right now I should be at a party, getting tipsy. I should be cheers’ing with my friends about the fact that we’d made it through high school and should be comforting poor Ruby who had another year before she could go off to college.
    I should be getting geared up to move out on my own, buy my own groceries, have full control over the remote. Living in a foster home filled with kids meant you almost never had control of the TV. It’d always been a democracy there where regular compromises had to be made on what would be watched. It meant if you didn’t tackle the bag of cookies on grocery shopping day the only snacks around until next week was fruit. It meant hustle and bustle and loudness, occasional spats, constant cold showers because someone else used up all the hot, but lots and lots of hijinks, lots of laughter.
    I should be excited about the next chapter in my life. Another chapter was starting, though. Only it was one I hadn’t anticipated. Instead of having the night I should be having, I was in the arms of a criminal. My life was at stake. My father’s life at stake. Either I got to be married to this criminal, got to be his unwilling sex slave, or got shipped off to be someone else’s sex slave.
    If anyone had told me that morning I’d spend the night in the bed and in the arms of my Ice Cream Parlor Hottie in his hacienda style house I’d have told them they were nuts but the very idea of it would’ve melted my panties off. I’d never have been able to predict what’d wound up transpiring. I guess the moral of the story was, Be Careful What You Wish For.
    I was exhausted in mind and body. I had somehow gone from trembling to completely still against him. He was muscular, strong, and holding me like I was something precious. What a contradiction!
    His hand occasionally moved either up or down my back and every once in a while I’d feel his lips or fingers moving in my hair.  A whimper involuntarily escaped my lips and then he was pulling my leg up to wrap it around him. I was pretty much totally on top of him, trying hard to ignore the erection poking me against my inner thigh. I tried to ignore the fact that it was scaring the heck out of me.  I worried that the longer I lay here awake the more likely he would do something sexual so I decided I should try to sleep. I just wanted this day over. I had no idea what tomorrow would bring but today had kicked me upside the head and it needed to be done. I cried softly, tears dropping onto his naked chest. He just stroked my head and my back as if he was the solution, not the problem. Then he took my right hand and held it against his chest over his heart, not letting go.  His left hand was moving up and down my back. My left hand was at my side, clenched into a fist.
    I don’t know how long I laid there crying on him, lying in a puddle of tears on his chest, while he stroked my hair and my back and rhythmically stroked my fingers with his thumb on his chest against his loudly beating heart but eventually I felt my eyes droop. This beast was comforting me by holding me and stroking me and somehow it was working. I guessed it was working because it had to work. My fist loosened and my breathing started to even out. I had to act like I had no problem lying with my body on his or else he’d take me against my will. Or maybe I just shut down out of being totally, completely, devastatingly overwhelmed.
     
    Tommy
    She felt so fucking good in my arms. I was a ‘wham, bam, fuck off, ma’am’ kind of guy. Not one to spoon a chick after I fucked her, not one to snuggle up with. Not ever. I’d always just left after sex, never prescribed to the whole