Page 34 of Dominate
“You have me, Gareth.” I pin him with a look that forces him to hear me.
“Treacle,” he states, his tense posture dropping as he lowers to his knees and cups my face in his hands. With a pleading expression on his face, he continues, “This isn’t what I need from you right now.”
“Yes, it is.”
“I just told you it was your control that gave my mind rest,” he argues, gently stroking my face and apologising over and over with the look in his eyes.
I shake my head. “Trust works both ways, Gareth. You don’t only get to feel free by surrendering. You can feel free by dominating. Let me help you feel strong the same way you helped me feel strong.”
He sucks in a sharp, shaky breath, his eyes glossy with tears. “I don’t know if I can anymore. My mind is so fucked right now.”
I have to stifle a growl of frustration because I hate this so much. I hate that he thinks he’s broken. I hate that he thinks he can lose his family. Doesn’t he see the way they look to him for approval in all things? Doesn’t he see how much they all care about him?
Doesn’t he see how much I care?
Suddenly, a drop of water hits my cheek. I frown and gaze up at the sky for confirmation just as it begins pouring down over us. It’s a cold, electrifying rain that zaps every one of my senses. It feels almost like a cleansing. Like a sign for a fresh start and a new beginning.
I look back at Gareth, whose smouldering gaze is boring straight through me. Squinting through the rain, I push a couple of wet strands off my face and plead with him one more time. “Jump out of the planewithme, Gareth. You don’t need to catch me when we can fly together.”
With a flash of lightning and a crack of thunder, we collide into each other. Both moving in at the same time, so it’s a perfect, symmetrical give and take of contact as our mouths connect. Gareth’s hands grab tightly under my legs as he spreads them and lifts me up onto his lap. He leans back, pulling his lips away as I wrap myself around him, my hands hooked behind his neck. Slowly, he brushes back the hair that’s covering my eye as he takes in every inch of my face. A deep shiver runs up my spine that has nothing to do with the rain and everything to do with the look in Gareth’s eyes.
His gaze drops to my lips and he covers my mouth with his, a groan rattling through his entire chest as he holds my face where he wants me. His tongue demands entry, so I part my lips and welcome him gladly. He tastes of rain, and sea, and pure man. I arch into him and rock myself on his lap, desperate to feel him inside of me.
It’s been weeks since our shower together at my house. He was concussed then, so we couldn’t do all that we desired. But feeling his firmness nudging at my opening, I can tell he has recovered one hundred percent. Maybe he’s ready to claim me like he promised once before.
“Gareth,” I sigh, scooping my hips up into him and relishing in the feeling of his rough palms on my bare back. “I want this.”
“Me too, Sloan.”
“Treacle,” I correct, dragging my tongue down his neck.
Suddenly, he pulls back and grabs my face, pinning me with a harsh look in his eyes. “Sloan,” he repeats. “I’m calling you Sloan. And I’m taking you inside before I fuck you here in the rain.”
I pull my lip into my mouth and nod. “Whatever you say, boss.”
A tiny flicker of a smile ripples over his face, but it’s gone just as quickly as it came. Without another word, he stands up, tucks me under his arm, and hurries me back toward the resort.
It’s quite a trek in the wet sand and rain. By the time we get back to our suite, we’re completely soaked to the bone. When the door clicks shut, it’s like an audible warning for what’s to come. Gareth’s heat moves in close behind me, his warmth radiating like a furnace all over my exposed skin.
Slowly, he walks around to face me, and I cast my eyes downward as a sign of respect. To show him I’m taking this moment seriously.
True BDSM is never really what Gareth and I had together. We were a simple power exchange. But tonight, I’m hoping to explore new territory with him because we are changed. We are more. And I want to go all in because the thrill coursing through my veins is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
Gareth lifts my chin so I’m forced to look at him. “You’re so beautiful,” he husks, his eyes raking up and down my body like every inch belongs to him.
I smirk and reply, “I probably look like a wet rat right now.”
“You look beautiful.” He leans in and drops a kiss on my shoulder. “Messy and perfect.”
His hand slides around me to grab the ribbon tie on my dress. With a tug, he undoes the bow and the shoulders of my dress instantly fall down to my elbows, exposing my bare breasts.
Biting his lower lip, he slowly peruses my chest before bringing his hands up and testing the weight of them in his palms. “Still the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, dipping his head down and wrapping his lips around my nipple.
“Gareth,” I cry out as one hand slices through his hair and the other grasps his shoulder for balance as he sucks hard on my nub. I silently beg for him to slip his fingers lower, into my damp panties so I can feel him inside of me. Feel the pressure of his hands on me. I’m dying for the sensation.
He pauses his assault on my breast and moves to the other. But before he gives equal attention to that nipple, he states in a deep, guttural voice, “You know what’s more beautiful than dominance and submission, Sloan?”
I’m two seconds away from shoving my nipple into his mouth because I’m aching for the symmetry, but I manage to husk out a garbled, “What?”
