Her Dom’s Lesson
Dominic Powers Series, Book 2
By
A.D. JUSTICE
1
Chapter One
I’m sittingoutside his house again, just like I’ve done almost every night for the past two weeks. It’s been eight weeks since I’ve seen him, talked to him, felt him, or tasted him. It’s fucking killing me. All of this is killing me but I feel like I have no way out. I’m in an invisible cell, there are bars all around me, and I’m completely trapped. I feel like I’m suffocating and he is my very breath. Every day, I feel my strength chipping away. One piece at a time, I’m unraveling.
Sudden movement at his lakeside mansion catches my eye and brings me out of my self-loathing pity party. The huge, ornate double front door is standing wide open and in the center of that double door is my Dom. His hair is slightly messy and he’s sexy as ever. His blue button down shirt is untucked and he looks is a little disheveled. His feet are bare and he has a glass of his favorite bourbon in his hand. His eyes scan the area but I don’t think he sees me.
The air is completely sucked out of my car and out of my lungs.OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD.A woman sashays up beside him, wraps her arm around his waist, and leans up to kiss his lips before she walks down the front steps. He leans against the doorjamb and watches her get in her car and drive off. They wave at each other and I watch, unable to tear my eyes away, as he smiles at her.
I recognize that smile instantly and my heart constricts further.Thatsmile used to be for me.
My. God.
My heart has just shattered into a million pieces.Has he replaced me already?
He continues to watch her car until it disappears into the horizon. All of a sudden, his head jerks in my direction and, even though I originally thought I was in a safe spot, I now know that he’s fully aware that I’m here. I feel his eyes on me, the heat radiating off of his muscular body, and the tension is building to unbelievable levels inside my car even though he hasn’t moved from his spot. He straightens his body and I can tell from his stance that his eyes are narrowed in anger – at me.
His arm flies up in the air in my direction as his index finger points at me. With a crook of his finger, he demands that I come to him. Heaving a heavy sigh, resigned to the lashing I am about to receive, I put my car in gear and drive the short distance to his lake house, stopping in the circular drive at his front door. Exiting the car on shaky legs, I’m suddenly scared to death of what he’ll say. At this point, I would gladly take any physical pain over the mental anguish I’ve been in. Nothing he could physically do to me would hurt as badly as what he could order me to do.
Such as, leave and never come back.
He is my Dom no matter what has happened. He owns me – heart, body, and mind. If he orders something of me, I will comply regardless of what it is or what it costs me. I know this and this is the very thing that scares me to death. I say silent prayers all the way up the steps to his expansive front porch. He hasn’t moved from the doorway but I can feel his eyes burning into me.
I can’t raise my eyes to meet his. I mean I physically can’t do it. I feel the weight of his stare, I feel the depth of his pain…the pain I caused him…and I know the inner turmoil he is experiencing. He’s my Dom and I know him inside and out. I know he still feels it, too. But now he doesn’t trust me and without trust…well, I can’t let my thoughts go there just yet. It’s too painful and I’m too weak to face it just yet.
I stop in front of him and keep my head bowed in hopes that my reverence and submission will earn me at least a little favor with him. The cold, indifferent tone of his voice dashes my hopes and I fight to keep the tears from flowing. Again. All I’ve done while I’ve been alone is cry. Sob. Scream. Let my anguish out. Anguish that I am responsible for causing.
“Why. The. Fuck. Are. You. Stalking. Me,” he spits out one word at a time at me with such venom, such hatred, it causes my heart to skip a beat before it speeds up to an unnatural pace. I can’t pass out now – at least he istalkingto me, even if it’s not what I want to hear.
“Dom, I…” the fear of how he’ll react to the truth worries me and I’m not sure I can finish the sentence. Until…
“I asked you a question and I expect an answer.” His demand interrupts my thoughts and the submissive in me must meet his expectations.
“Dom, I miss you,” my voice is so very soft and fearful. His laugh has no humor in it. It’s sarcastic, cold, and mocks me, just as I deserve. “Please don’t send me away,” I beg.
He steps to the side and from my peripheral vision, I see him extend his hand inside the house, inviting me in. My heart leaps – will my Dom forgive me? Will he take me in and let me tell him everything?Oh, please, please, let that be the case.
I enter the room and take ten steps and then stop, just as I’ve been trained to do in the past. The clicking of the double doors closing sounds behind me but I wait. My Dom walks to the bar in the far corner of the room, removes the stopper in the decanter, pours a drink, replaces the stopper – and then nothing. There are no other sounds – not him taking a drink, not him walking across the room to me, nothing but deathly silence.
My whole body jumps and I can’t contain the shrill sound of my startled scream when the crystal tumbler flies by me, crashes into the wall, and splinters into a million pieces just a few feet away. I involuntarily recoil and step back a few steps, until I bump into an immovable wall of muscle. My body instantly reacts, knowing its master. Even though my mind knows my presence here isn’t welcome, I can’t help but melt into him.
His mouth is suddenly close to my ear. The sweet smell of the bourbon mixed with my Dom warms my skin and causes tingles to rush down my body when he speaks. His baritone voice is lowered in a low, sultry whisper, causing every part of my female anatomy to respond simultaneously and puts me on the verge of combustion.
“You shouldn’t be here, Sophia,” he croons in my ear before switching to the other side. “What is it you want from me?” He moves my hair from my shoulder, pulling it over to one side and exposing my neck and ear. “What is it your body craves, Sophia?”
I involuntarily moan and arch my neck. My head is tilted back on his chest, which I now realize is bare.When did he take his shirt off?His warmth seeps through me and makes me want him even more. He’s waiting for my answer and I’m so worked up, I can barely think of how to formulate an answer that won’t get me kicked out on my ass.
“Dom, I’ve missed you. My body craves only you, Dom,” I respond honestly. I’ve lain in bed wide-awake for hours on end, feeling like I’m losing my mind with missing him so badly. It’s no less than I deserve, but I am silently begging him to not send me away.
“It’s Tuesday,” he whispers and I feel his lips against my ear. “You’re wearing a short skirt and high heels for me, aren’t you?”
