The Dominator by DD Prince Page B

‘aftercare’ bit after a scene. Why did this feel so good, so right? Why did I make this deal with her tonight? The answer in my head was crystal clear. Because she was mine. I hadn’t even fucked her yet but she was already mine; I knew it in my core that it was my job to look after her so that’s what I wanted to do. Right now, holding her, her sleeping on me, felt so fucking right. I was jumping ahead to a result I wanted but that I wasn’t patient enough to wait to earn.
    I was surprised at myself, my actions. Earlier today I couldn’t wait to fuck her. Couldn’t wait to tear those panties down and plunge into her, holding her by the hair while I showed her who she belonged to. When she got mouthy with me I wanted to haul her over my knee and spank her until she begged for mercy. Now, I just wanted to comfort her. I wanted that even though I knew being here with me was the source of her tears.
    Her life had shattered into a million pieces by that douche bag of a father of hers.  Right now I just wanted her to stop trembling and fall asleep in my arms. I wanted those stress lines off her pretty face. I felt a warm tingling in me as I heard her breathing even out. A while later I touched her cheek and when I did, she, obviously asleep, nuzzled into me, like she did want to be there. I let out a long breath and closed my eyes, deciding that while Greg O’Connor had paid his debt to my father, now he owed me something. I gritted my teeth. I was going to make him pay dearly for doing this to her.
     
     
    Tia
    Sensation woke me. Sensation between my legs. What was happening? I opened my eyes. I was in Ice Cream Parlor Hottie’s bed, Tommy Ferrano’s bed, on my back. It was bright in the room. Daylight. Then it hit me that he was nestled between my legs, with his mouth on me down there. Holy crap.
    I felt my entire body go tense. I couldn’t see him. He was under the blankets. But he had my hips in his hands and his tongue was flicking down there, on my clit. He was doing to me what he’d done to that cherry. Fuck!
    My panties were sliding down, down, down, and off. No one had ever done this to me. Truthfully, I was the only one who had ever given myself an orgasm and I always stopped probably a bit short because the intensity always frightened me. The few sexual partners I’d had were more interested in getting themselves off than even figuring out where the clit was.  But Tommy Ferrano was in between my legs, tongue swirling around my girlie parts, and my eyes were rolling into the back of my head. He sure knew where it was. And I was about to go off like a hand grenade with the pin pulled out.
    Holy shit that felt intense! He flicked the covers off and now I didn’t just feel it, I could see it. He looked up at me, twirled his tongue, sucked inward, and then he gave me the sexiest smile I’d ever seen in my whole damn life. He was the ice cream parlor guy right now, my fantasy come true. Messy bedhead, twinkling eyes pale brown looking sparkly almost like quartz or something, all muscles and male scent coming off him. Was I dreaming? My head rolled back and my back arched and I let out a squeak as sensation rolled through me.
     
    Tommy
    She was like heaven, wrapped tight around my tongue. She had a tight shaved pussy that, when I spread her folds apart, was so pink and perfect that taking those panties off felt like Christmas morning. She tasted a little like pineapple.  What was even more amazing was the way she was responding. I’d woken up at dawn with her sprawled across me, looking, feeling, and smelling gorgeous. It was the longest uninterrupted sleep that I could remember. I was always up two or three times a night but I’d slept 7 hours straight and woke up with this goddess draped over me, her silky hair fanned out across my shoulder, her fingertips touching one of my nipples, her hot palm had skated across my skin and she’d let out a sleepy moan as I’d run my fingers through her hair. So