Page 1 of The Dom

One

Nate

Waking up next to someone wasn’t a personal habit, not even when that bed was in a hotel room. In Virginia Beach. After busting into a mother-daughter getaway.

I looked at the woman beside me.

Most of the time, I left my partners once the sex was through and my sub was cared for. I held high standards for being a Dominant, which included knowing what sort of aftercare each sub needed. I never got involved with anyone who required more than I was willing to give. That was how things worked. Straightforward. Simple. Uncomplicated.

The warm body in my arms was anything but simple and uncomplicated.

I opened my eyes slowly, trying to keep from waking her. I wanted a few moments of silence, a few moments where I could just look at her and not have to think about anything but the soft spill of that long, henna red hair across my chest and over my arm. The way her curves felt pressed against my side. How perfectly our bodies fit together.

Part of me was tempted to stay here, touch her silky skin until I coaxed her awake. Slip inside her and bring her to complete wakefulness as she came. Or maybe explore her body with my mouth. Taste those pretty nipples of hers. Suck on them until they were tight and hard. Dip my tongue into her bellybutton to tease her, make her squirm. Then down to that hot wet place between her legs. Make her scream my name.

I’d woken up with an erection – not an uncommon occurrence – and my thoughts weren’t doing anything to get rid of it. If anything, I was harder than ever. Contrary to what most people thought, my dick didn’t do my thinking for me.

I needed to shower and get something to eat. Last night had been make-up sex. This morning, it was back to the real world, and to deal with that, I needed to be clean and fed.

It took some maneuvering to get out of bed without waking Ashlee, but once I managed it, I headed out to the main room. Keeping my voice low, I called for room service, then headed for the shower.

I wouldn’t take long. It would be too tempting to fantasize about her and give myself a little relief. As appealing as that was, I didn’t want her to wake up to an empty bed and someone knocking at the door with a tray of food she needed to manage. She needed to feel taken care of, not brushed aside.

After my shower, I pulled on a pair of flannel pants but didn’t bother with a shirt when I went to answer the door. I was in the processes of checking my order when I heard movement from the bedroom.

“Bathroom’s free,” I called. “I’ve got breakfast out here when you’re ready.”

“Thanks.”

Her voice was still thick with sleep, and I felt a jolt of satisfaction that no other man had ever gotten to hear her like that. No one else could accurately picture what she would look like, walking from the bedroom to the bathroom without a stitch on. Another man might fantasize about what that body was like under her clothes, but only I knew.

By the time she joined me in the main room, I had our breakfast set out and had grabbed a shirt. The slightly sadistic part of me wanted to stay bare-chested just to see if I could get her to blush when she saw the scratches she’d left on my shoulders, but as much as I enjoyed using sex to distract us both from the real world, if things between Ashlee and I were ever going to progress, we had to move beyond just sex.

That particular sentiment became even more difficult to accept when Ashlee came waltzing out in one of my shirts. And nothing else.

“Fuck,” I growled as I stalked toward her.

All my good intentions went right out the window as I buried one hand in her wet hair and grabbed a palmful of ass in the other. I caught a moment of pleased surprise on her face just before my mouth was on hers. Teeth and tongues clashed, fought, conveyed all the things that neither of us could bring ourselves to say.

Kisses could say so many things. They could be simple and sweet. They could mean friendship or romance.

This one was possessive, greedy.

She was mine, and I’d be damned if I let her walk out of here not knowing that…but I didn’t know how to put any of that into words. I said it with everything else though, and by the time we broke apart, both of us were flushed and panting.

“That…that was…wow.” Ashlee’s turquoise eyes were wide. “Good morning to you too.”

I smiled at her and brushed back her hair. “How about some breakfast?”

“That sounds good.”

Neither one of us spoke as we filled our plates and sat down. We ate in silence, both of us apparently hungrier than we’d realized. At least, that’s what I thought the reason was. I hadn’t considered anything else until Ashlee finally spoke.

“I know there are a lot of things we should talk about, and we could start anywhere, but I kinda want to start with the ‘boy, did we almost mess up.’”

It took me a moment to understand what she was talking about, and when I did, the memory wasn’t unpleasant at all. Being inside her without anything between us, my cock slipping against slick skin…damn if I wasn’t still craving it.

“Sorry about that,” I apologized even though a part of me wasn’t really sorry. Well, I was sorry for the fact that we hadn’t talked about it, and it hadn’t been a conscious decision made by both of us. I wasn’t that much of an asshole.

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