The Dom’s Submission: Complete Series by Ellis O. Day

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 27:  Terry

 

 

 

“You look like crap.” Terry wanted to slap himself in the head. Once again, he’d uttered the exact wrong words.

“Thank you. Goodnight.” Maggie started to close the door.

“Wait. I didn’t mean it like that.” He grabbed the handle.

“I’ve heard that before.” She pulled on the door but was no match for his strength.

“We need to talk.”

“No, we don’t.” She stopped trying to close the door but positioned herself in the doorway, making it apparent she didn’t want him inside.

“Yes, we do.” He stepped closer, her body drawing him near. He ran his finger across her cheek. “You’ve been crying.”

“It’s fine.” She turned her face away but a tear slipped out when she blinked.

“It’s not fine.” He took her hands. “Tell me. I can help.” He tugged her toward him and almost shouted hallelujah as she moved into his arms. “There, rabbit.” He put one hand on her head and the other on her back, keeping her close.

“Stop calling me that,” she mumbled against his chest.

“But you’re my rabbit.” He kissed the top of her head. “I didn’t mean what I said earlier. Not the way you took it.”

She stiffened. “So, exactly how did you mean it when you said I whored myself out for marriage?”

He took a deep breath. “I was angry and I don’t understand why you won’t let me help you.”

“You want to give me money for sex.” She pulled away from him.

He didn’t want to but he let her go. “No, I want to take care of you.”

“By giving me money and in return, I’ll have sex with you.”

He bit back replying, that’s what she’d done with her ass-wipe of a husband. “Can I come inside so we can talk? Or do you want to have this conversation on your porch?”

“My kids are asleep.”

“Let’s not wake them by arguing out here.”

“Go home.” She looked away. “I really don’t want to talk about this right now. I have other things to deal with.”

“Like what?” He had no idea what’d happened. She should be happy because she no longer had to move.

“You’re not going to leave, are you?”

“Not until we’re good.” And he’d fucked her. He’d been aching for her since he woke this morning.

“Garage.” She stepped aside and pointed to the door through the kitchen.

“Garage?” That’d work. He could bend her over the car.

“It’s farthest from the kids’ rooms.” She closed and locked the door behind her.

He headed across the kitchen and held the door to the garage open. “Ladies first.” That was his motto, at least as far as sex went.

She stepped through, turning on the light. Terry was quite disappointed when he realized that there wasn’t a car in the garage. The car he’d loaned her had been in the driveway but his sex starved brain had imagined a different one in here. “Why is the car in the driveway?”

“We were supposed to move today, remember?”

“Ah, yeah.” He preferred not to talk about earlier. “But why is it still out there?” And not in here for him to use for their fucking.

“I never went back outside. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care.” He walked over to her. Against the door would do, or she could bend, bracing herself on the counter. His dick rose, definitely liking the idea. He cupped her face. “I missed you.” He lowered his head as he gripped her waist, pulling her closer. His lips were almost on hers.

“Don’t.” She turned away.

“Why?” He kissed her cheek. It wasn’t what he wanted but it was a start.

“Stop it.” She stepped away from him.

“I don’t think you’re a whore.” He had to figure out how to fix this and how to keep his temper in check.

“I have to move.” Her voice cracked.

“No, you don’t.”

She started pacing. “I do. Right away.” She stopped and leaned against the counter.

He wanted to tell her to turn around and bend over, but his little rabbit wouldn’t listen to him right now.

“I hate to ask this. I wouldn’t if I had anyone else.” Her lips quivered. She was upset and trying not to cry.

His libido calmed down. “What happened?” He moved over to her, taking her hands in his. “You can ask me anything. Anything at all.” He’d do whatever she wanted if it kept her from crying.

“Can I borrow some money to hire movers? I’ll pay you back as soon as the house sells and it won’t be some unknown date in the future. We have an offer, a good one. It’ll only be a week or so…” She was rambling.

“Stop. Stop.” But she kept talking. This didn’t make any sense. “Did you talk to your realtor?” He’d told Kathy to make sure that the owner, the person living in the house, knew that the buyer wouldn’t be moving in for a while and that she could stay.

“No, but David told me. It’s good news. It is.” Her voice cracked.

“You should call your realtor.”

She froze, mouth open a bit. “Why?”

“Talk to her. See if you can get the buyer to let you stay for a bit.”

“Why bother? This guy is in a huge hurry to buy the house. He must need to move in right away.”

“Maybe, maybe not.” He had to tread carefully. “Just call your realtor.”

“It’s ten at night.”

“So? Call her.”

“I’ll call her tomorrow. I have to give her the papers anyway.”

“Call her tonight.” He didn’t want her worrying about moving. He wanted her happy and horny.

“My phone’s in the house.”

“So.” He took her arm and led her out of the garage. “Where’s your phone?”

“Living room.”

He followed her into the other room and grabbed her phone from the floor, handing it to her. “Call her.”

She frowned. “I don’t know what good—”

“You’ll sleep better if you know exactly when you need to be out of the house.”

“I doubt that.” But she scrolled through the contacts on her phone and then dialed, walking into the kitchen. She came back a moment later. “Went to voice mail.”

“Did you leave a message?”

“Of course.”

“I’m sure she’ll call you back.” He tapped his fingers against his leg. Damnit. That realtor needed to call. “I need to use the restroom.”

“You know where it is.”

“Yeah.” He headed down the hallway, past the young boy’s room. Memories of the evenings with his wife after their two kids had gone to sleep, flipped through his head. They’d wasted most of those nights, both of them going right to their computers. They should’ve fucked or just sat on the couch together and watched TV, anything to keep them connected. They’d been young and she’d been dealing with her homosexuality. He stepped into the bathroom and pulled his phone from his pocket.

He dialed Kathy and she answered on the first ring. “Terry, we’re waiting—”

“Call Maggie.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Call her back now.” He hung up. She should’ve returned Maggie’s call right away or better yet, answered the phone. Kathy had made a big mistake. He’d never use her services again. He flushed the toilet for good measure and left the bathroom.

Maggie was sitting on the couch, phone to her ear. “Really? You’re kidding? Does David know? Oh. Uhm. Okay. I’ll have the papers signed and to you tomorrow.” She hung up the phone, her eyes wide with disbelief.

“Everything okay?’ He moved to her side. She looked happy. If she’d trust him to handle this shit, he’d make sure she was always happy.

“Better than okay.” A huge smile broke across her face.

“That’s great. What did the realtor say?” He sat down next to her, close enough that his thigh pressed against hers. He put his hand on her knee and she didn’t push it away. He rubbed his thumb across her leg, slowly sliding his hand upward.

“I don’t need to borrow any money. Not from David and not from you.”

He leaned down and kissed her neck. It was a small peck but the softness of her skin and the scent of vanilla made his dick stand at attention and then her words registered. “Borrow money from David?”

“Yeah.” She tipped her head, not even aware that she was doing it, but he didn’t kiss her. “I asked him if I could borrow the money to move.” She frowned. “But he saw the car and decided that I didn’t need any money.”

“You asked your ex before you asked me?” He shifted away from her.

“Ah, yeah.”

“Why the fuck would you do that?” He stood.

“Shhh.” She got up and walked into the garage.

He followed, keeping his mouth shut until the door closed. “Why would you ask your ex for money before me? I get to take care of you, not him. He had his chance.”

“I never asked you to take care of me and I don’t need you to. I’m fine.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Better than fine.”

“That you are.” His eyes drifted down her body. He moved closer. “You need to listen closer to what I say.”

“Do I?” Her eyes sparked with challenge, but her feet took a step back.

“Yes. I didn’t say you needed me to take care of you.” She did need him to look after her but saying that wouldn’t get him what he wanted. “I said”—he stalked closer—“that I was the one who got to take care of you.” She bumped into the wall and he lowered his head, so his lips pressed against her ear. “It’s a privilege and a gift that you agreed to give to me.” That, among other things.

“A gift? Giving someone money. Bailing them out of a world of mess? That’s your idea of a gift.” She tried to sound funny but her voice cracked.

“I do when it’s you we’re talking about.” He kissed her ear and worked his way down her neck. “I want to take care of you. I want you to come to me with your problems so I can help you fix them.”

“Why?” She tipped her head, her hands grasping his shirt.

“Because I like doing that. I need to do that.”

“Be in charge?”

“Yes.” His hands were at the button of her pants. “Fuck, Maggie. I need you.” His lips found hers and he thrust into her mouth.

She kissed him back as she pulled at his shirt. He yanked it over his head, tossing it to the floor. He unfastened her pants and shoved them down, his hand stroking between her legs.

“Tell me you want this. That you want me.” His finger slid beneath her underwear.

“Yes, please, Terry…Sir. Please.” Her hands clutched at his back.

He pushed her shirt and bra up and his mouth latched onto a nipple. She moaned, her hips thrusting against this hand.

“Now, Maggie. I need to fuck you now.”

“Yes.” Her fingers moved to his pants, unbuttoning him and then unzipping. She reached inside, pulling him out. Her hand wrapped around his cock as he grabbed a condom from his pocket. He tore it open with his teeth and the breath hitched in his chest as her other hand caressed his balls.

“Fuck.” He pushed his pants down and sild the condom on his dick. He yanked her legs up to his waist, positioning himself at her opening. “Tell me what you want.”

“Sir…fuck me. Hard. Now. Please.” She rocked her hips, rubbing against his length and he shoved inside in one hard push.

Her body squeezed his, making his knees shake from the pleasure. She was so tight and hot. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her hard like she’d asked but her breath hitched. She may want it, but she wasn’t ready for a rough ride. His mouth moved to her breast, sucking and teasing her nipple. She moaned, her inner muscles clenching in need around his dick. He slid out and back in, slower this time and she rocked with him. Her fingers digging into his shoulders.

“Come, Maggie. I need you to come for me.” He was going to blow soon and ladies first. He shoved her hands over her head, pining her to the wall with his body and his cock. She rocked her hips and he bent his legs, shifting a bit until he found that spot deep inside her.

“Oh…oh.” Her eyes flew open, locking with his.

That was it, her sweet spot. He increased his pace, shoving into her harder and faster but always making sure he hit that spot, over and over. Her pussy clenched around him trying to keep him inside, and he gritted his teeth as he withdrew, his thrusts getting shorter and faster, each time leaving her heaven less and less.

“Oh…god…oh…” She shuddered, clamping onto his dick so tight the air hissed through his teeth.

He bit down on her nipple and she screamed, her body rocking as she came. He covered her mouth with his hand. “Kids.” He rasped in her ear.

She moaned, trembling around him. He thrust into her again and again as her body squeezed him. She was so tight, holding him so close. Lightning shot through his spine to his balls and he exploded, clasping her hips, holding her still so he could keep stroking into her until he was done.

He let her legs drop but kept her pinned to the door. He kissed her neck. “Fuck, rabbit. That was great.”

“Hmm.” Her hands skimmed down his back and she kissed his cheek.  “If you want, you can come over every night after the kids go to bed.” She nipped his ear.

“I want. I definitely want.” He smiled against her neck.