Page 36 of Dominate
“Yes and I’m commanding you to stay in this bed while I do.” I tighten my grip around her wrists and press myself deep into her centre. A low moan escapes my lips when I feel the dampness of her along my bare shaft. “Fucking hell, Sloan. You’re wet already?”
I watch her bite her lip and shake her head. “God, this is embarrassing with your dad right outside. At least let me put some clothes on.”
“No,” I growl as my erection grows harder by the second from holding her beneath me like this. It’s a heady feeling to have her completely at my mercy. And knowing she’s wet and wanting makes it really hard to not just thrust into her right here and now.
I take a deep breath and lift my head to look up at her. “You will stay naked and waiting in this bed until I get back or I will spank you for not following instructions, Tre. Understood?”
A small smile spreads over her face, and she quickly bites her lip to try to hide it. “Understood.”
I grin and move in to pull her lower lip out from between her teeth and suck it into my mouth. I release it with a satisfyingpopand add, “Good girl. I’ll be back as quick as I can.”
I throw myself off the bed and yell toward the door, “I’ll be out in five.”
After an ice-cold shower and a few minutes of mental preparation, I open the door to find my father propped against the opposite wall. He’s dressed in a pair of tan trousers and a white dress shirt, clearly ready for the wake that’s happening in a couple hours.
His steely eyes look me up and down, taking in my athletic shorts and wet hair. “Did I wake you?”
I nod and run a hand through my hair. “It’s fine.”
“I’m sorry. I thought you would have been out running hours ago.”
“I said it’s fine,” I reply, ignoring his dig about my workout regime that he can’t stop himself from slipping in there. Always the manager first, father second.
“I wanted to talk before the ceremony.”
He steps back as I close the door behind me. “Let’s go outside. Sloan is still in bed.”
I see a flicker of interest in his expression at the mention of Sloan. “You two seem to be getting on well.”
“We are,” I reply with no emotion so he can tell it isn’t a subject I’m wanting to discuss.
We make our way outside to a table and chairs by the pool. It’s early, so there’s only one small family out in the water as we settle in a couple of plastic seats under a white tent. Both of us face the pool with our elbows braced on our knees.
After a long pause, my father finally says, “Gareth, last night was—”
“A fucking mess,” I finish.
“Yes,” he agrees, looking down and rubbing his hands together nervously. “A lot of things were said.”
I nod stiffly, my jaw clenched. If he thinks I’m taking them back, he has another thing coming. “They were all true.”
He grimaces and runs a nervous hand through his hair. “I know they were. But, to be honest, I’ve buried a lot of those memories. They feel like they were from another lifetime. Another person even.”
“Not for me,” I reply, cutting him a severe look.
“I know,” he replies with a sigh. “And now I understand why you wouldn’t talk to me about moving back to London. I never realised how much you truly hate me.”
His words bring me up short. “I don’t hate you.”
He turns his weathered eyes to me, pain and confusion all over his face. “You don’t?”
“No,” I reply with a scoff. “I’m just angry at you.”
His face softens. “But can’t you see I’m trying to make up for the past?”
“Dad, you can host all the Sunday dinners in the world, change all of Rocky’s nappies, and hug complete strangers if you’d like. But acting like the past never happened is a fucking slap in the face after everything Vi and I did.”
“Gareth,” Dad groans, his head bowed in shame. “I don’t mean it to be. I’m just trying to survive.”
