The Dominator (The Dominator #1) Read Online D.D. Prince

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: The Dominator Series by D.D. Prince
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Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
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Go away, go away; leave me alone.

I wanted to say this, but I didn’t. I was quiet. I knew he was standing over me, but I kept my eyes closed and tried to breathe evenly, to will him to go away. Then I felt the covers sliding away from my still-fully dressed body. I was in more of Sarah’s clothes, a pair of jean shorts and a blue tank top. She’d gone out and bought me a bra, some face wash, a toothbrush and she later found my bra from grad day in with Tommy’s laundry.

Now I felt the breeze from the air conditioning on my skin and I heard the sound of ice cubes tinkling in a glass. The television was switched off and I felt his hand land on my ankle. He ran his palm up along my leg directly up to my hip. I wanted to keep pretending to sleep, but I involuntarily shivered at his touch.

“You’re not following my directions very well,” he said softly. I opened my eyes to see him lean over and tug the buttonhole of the shorts, releasing the button. I curled up into a ball. I heard more ice cubes tinkling.

“If I’m not here to give you something to wear to bed I want you waiting for me, naked. Get undressed.”

“Leave me alone,” I said softly.

“Get out of those clothes or I’ll do it.”

Then he’s gonna have to do it, because I’m not submitting to him. No way. I curled into a tighter ball, feeling my pulse begin to race as the bed depressed. He was hovering over me.

“You’ve got a chance to behave. Follow my directions and I won’t punish you.”

I stayed still.

“Undress,” he repeated softly.

“Let me go. Please.” I started to tremble hard.

“Let you go?”

“Please?”

She looked at me and looked so vulnerable. Every nerve in my body was awake. I liked seeing the word please on her lips.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you don’t need to do this. I’m sure that you can find someone to m-marry you. It doesn’t have to be me. We don’t know each other and I–”

“But you’re already mine,” he told me, and there was something unreadable to me in his eyes. But then it registered. It felt like my fate was sealed.

Devastation filled me. It was like getting a death sentence. He’d slammed the proverbial gavel on the desk. He believed he owned me, and he wasn’t going to let me go. He was going to play his sick games with me and continue to use me. He’d get off on my tears, on spanking me, on forcing me, and he’d enjoy every minute of it.

And I would come undone one stitch at a time. I already felt like I was a wreck.

Something passed between us, an exchange of knowing looks. I knew then that he wasn’t going to let me go and I was pretty sure he knew I was having that epiphany. A slow smile spread across his face.

“Might as well get undressed,” he said.

Might as well? No. I glared at him.

“Tell ya what, baby girl, let’s make a deal. Get undressed and spread those gorgeous legs for me willingly and we can have your favorite vanilla tonight. Don’t and it’ll have much more flavor, my kinda flavor. Tonight, it’s your decision.”

I was queasy.

He leaned over and put the drink on the nightstand, then caught the hem of my tank top in his grasp and started to lift it.

“I guess I’m doing this myself. Then I’m using this shirt to tie you to the headboard so you can’t move while I fuck you. Last chance, because I’m feeling generous. Take your clothes off and you don’t have to be tied to my bed.”

I let go of her to see what she’d do. She swallowed hard and stared up at the ceiling and then shuddered and tried to mask a whimper with a deep breath, but it broke and she choked instead. She crossed her arms over her belly and then slowly lifted the tank up and over her head. Now she was in a bra and unbuttoned jean shorts. She put the shirt on the bed. Yes.

“Stand up,” I ordered, “and undress slowly for me.”

I leaned back onto an elbow and watched her get out of bed and slowly take off her jean shorts. She had no idea how alluring she was. She wasn’t moving slowly to tease me, but she was teasing me all the same.

She let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. Now she was in a lacy white bra and V-cut matching panties. She stood there, crossing her chest with her arms, looking so vanilla, looking so fucking beautiful, like a bride on her wedding night. So mine.

“The rest,” I said and waited.

She just stood there, eyes filled with wet, trembling.



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