His Games, Her Rules

I slow my steps at once as I cross my arms over my chest, with my eyes fixed on the last person I expected to see here.

“What are you doing here, Dominique?” I ask. “Are you stalking me now?”

Dominique slowly smirks as he peels himself off the opposite wall and approaches me. “That’s cute, Robyn. Why would I stalk you?” He asks as he licks his bottom lip, eyes still staring into mine.

Why does he have to make that look really sexy? When do men licking their bottom lips become sexy?

“Well, for one, you’re here. Right outside the restroom waiting for me. I would have called that cute if it wasn’t stalking.” I raise an eyebrow, daring him to counter that.

Dominique nods, his hands in his pockets as he slowly brings his gaze down my body, taking in every little detail of me.

“You look beautiful, as always,” Dominique says, shifting his gaze to my eyes as he pins his gaze on me. “Nice date you’ve got there.”

Of course, he saw us.

“I could tell there was something going on between you two.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Something that doesn’t really concern you.”

“It does. Because I asked you out for dinner and you didn’t agree. Even though what I was offering you is something both of us will enjoy.”

“Don’t you ever get tired? I don’t know, but if I were in your shoes I would get tired. Throwing the same lines at me over the past weeks, come on, Dominique, you can do better.”

“Out of curiosity…” he takes one dominant stride forward and I try not to take one backward. “Why do you keep turning me down?” He asks, covering the little space between us as he looks down at me.

Our height difference is almost laughable. The only thing that’s stopping his strong, muscular body from pressing into mine is my arms that’s crossed against my chest.

“I see the way you look at me, Robyn. I see the desire in your eyes…” he whispers. Slowly, he releases my arms that are crossed against my chest. “I know you want this just as much as I want it.”

“You see what I want you to see, Dominique,” I whisper, breathlessly as I take a step back.

Dominique chuckles and takes a step toward me, closing the little space between us again. I hate that his slight laugh ignites a reaction from me so I take another step back until my back is plastered against a solid surface. I’ve reached the end of the line and there’s no assurance of what he’s going to do now and how I’m going to react.

“So you want me to see how much you want me to fuck you?” Dominique whispers, taking another taunting step forward as he closes the gap between us. “Come on, Robyn, you and I both know you want this.”

“If sweet talking and dirty talking is your go-to to get laid, then you really need to try harder, Dominique, because I’m not gonna fall for that because other women did.” I give him a triumphant smile and he’s taken aback.

Dominique bites his bottom lip, his eyes locked on mine, as I match his gaze. Slowly, Dominique removes his hands from his pockets and places them on the wall behind me, caging me.

“You know, it will surprise you I don’t actually go this far just to fuck someone.” He says, calmly.

“That could say a lot about your taste in women.”

Dominique laughs, a genuine laugh that catches me off guard. His pearl-white teeth glisten, as he pulls back a little to look me in the eye. “Wow, you are full of surprises aren’t you?” He says and I don’t say a word.

“You’re right. Maybe my taste in women is questionable, but that’s not the reason you’re resisting, is it, Robyn?”

“You know, if you weren’t such a dick, you would have realized it wouldn’t take a lot of convincing from you for me to actually agree to fuck you, Dominique. I don’t like assholes, and you happen to be one.”

For the third time tonight, Dominique is actually taken off guard. “So you’re admitting you’re attracted to me, but because you hate me, you are not gonna give in to this.”

“Give in to what?” I ask, smirking as we continue to gaze into each other’s eyes.

Dominique exhales as he slowly brings his right hand to my hair, tucking the strand behind my ear as he lets his hand wander to my skirt, teasing my bare skin through the split on my skirt.

“You know, I never thought I’d meet someone as challenging as you, Robyn.”

“Well, like they say, there’s a first time for everything, right?”

Dominique smirks, his warm fingers trailing up my bare thigh as he looks me in the eye. Then he flattens his palm on my thigh, grazing my skin as he goes. His hand sneaks into my skirt through the high split as he leans closer, his breath tickling my neck. I can feel every one of his rigid muscles and I can feel how tense he is through the suit material.

I can tell he wants me and he has little to no restraints left. He’s trying to hold on to the little self-control he still has left and I like that. I like that he is on the edge, something I’ve been hoping for. To know I can make him feel this way without actually touching him.

He needs to feel how he makes me feel but the only difference between us right now is that I have a lot more self-control than him.

My eyes flutter shut for a second as my heart begins to beat erratically against my chest. The little torture of his fingers is driving me over the edge, and if he doesn’t stop, we might do something we both might enjoy and one of us might regret.

“Dominique,” I whisper breathlessly when his palm grazes my thigh to my hips as he gropes me.

I don’t know when and how but my right thigh is over his hip, levitating off the floor and I can feel him against me, longing for me. He’s hard, and through the material of his pants, I can feel how much he wants me. How much I’m making him crave me.

Fuck.

What is this? What’s this that’s happening? Why am I letting him touch me? What happened to all the pep talk I gave myself? All of it is gone.

Because this is what is expected of me when I let my guard down around Dominique. I do the things I tell myself I wouldn’t do, and that is just terrifying. Whenever I’m around Dominique, I don’t tend to think. And that’s bad. That’s fucking bad.

I want to push him away, to tell him to fuck off, but I don’t. My body isn’t working side by side with my brain because I let out a shameless whimper when Dominique grabs my butt.

“Tell me, Robyn, your little present, did you leave it on purpose?” He growls into my ear, his breath tickling the side of my neck.

“Why don’t you take a guess?”

“All I could say is that whatever reason you left it in the first place, is working. Because all I could think about was you in that little, lace panties, and nothing else shielding your bare body from me. Bare, just how I like it as I take you from behind, in every filthy position. And there’s one I would love most, me in between your thigh and my face buried in between your legs while I taste you,” he whispers, his voice is hoarse and deep and fucking sexy.

Oh, my god. Oh my fucking god.

How dare he whisper such filthy words into my ear? How dare he make me feel this way?

Right now, I want him to touch me more. I want him to slide his fingers to the place I desperately need release. Right between my legs.

I can feel the tension growing, my feet are threatening to give up on me, and I hate that this is happening. I want him, I want every part of him. And at this point, at the rate he’s torturing me, I want him to fuck me right here on this spot.

But where’s the self-respect in that?

With his lips still hovering over my ear, Dominique whispers, “Have you ever had a man fuck you so good you weren’t able to walk for days to the point you could still feel his cock inside you even after he’d pull out?” His voice is hoarse, deep, and sexy as he drives a strange kind of feeling down my back and straight to the sensitive nub in between my legs.

I draw in a shaky breath, eyes flutter shut as I bite my bottom lip. There are goosebumps on my skin, and I’m feeling hot. The desire in me is growing by the second and I desperately crave release right now.

How can his words affect me this much?

“There’s so much I could do to you under 30 seconds, Robyn, and I won’t have to fuck you either.” He adds, and slowly, Dominique brings his tongue to taste the skin of my neck and I shudder against his touch.

“So much, like what?” I voice out, surprised at how calm and quiet my voice is.

This is crazy.

Dominique steps back slowly, smirking, as he licks his bottom lip. “Why don’t you fuck me and find out?” He asks, his eyes fixed on mine as he pulls away slowly.