Second Chance Dom

He arched a brow.

Oh. Sore spot? What was that about?

A shiver slid through her stomach as his expression went focused and far more serious.

Somehow he’d slid into Domspace and she hadn’t even seen it coming. He was usually so pleasant and funny – easy going. It was why she’d never thought he’d be dominant. He’d been through a lot, but he’d always seemed to rise above it, as though it hadn’t touched him. Maybe there’d always been a darkness in him she hadn’t noticed.

He moved to her then, dragging the t-shirt he’d dressed her in back off of her. She’d worn pretty underwear in case she found a play partner for the evening, but if she’d known… She would have thought things through better. She would have made more of an effort.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. “How did I ever let you go?” His huge, rough hands circled her waist then slid up toward her breasts, making her whimper before he’d even done anything. The very idea that Nathan was touching her felt dangerous.

Older, he was even more irresistible.

His hand settled gently around her throat and his mouth hovered over hers. “What do you like, pretty girl?”

Right then the only thing she really wanted was for him to kiss her. She arched up and flicked her tongue lightly from his bottom to top lip, then pulled back.

His breath left him in a rush. Tightening the grip on her neck, he backed her, stumbling, until she met a wall. She could feel the tremor in his body through his hold on her just as his mouth smashed down on her own. He kissed her, a violent meeting of lips and teeth, like he wouldn’t be satisfied until he consumed her.

He forced his thigh between hers, pressing up hard between her legs. He bit his way down her neck, pulling her hair, grabbing handfuls of her body – her ass, tits, digging his fingers in like he couldn’t get close enough. She whimpered into his mouth and he froze and pulled back, panting.

“Fuck. I don’t lose control like this.” He rested his forehead against hers, breathing hard.

“I’m fine,” she reassured him. Fuck. She was better than fine. Nathan 2.0’s lust was fucking hot.

He nodded then drew in a lungful of air before letting her go and stepping back.

“Do you have any physical restrictions?”

“Um…no.”

“Panties off. Kneel there and wait.” He pointed at the heavy wooden coffee table. Ignoring her as she did as he’d commanded, he moved around the room taking bondage gear and impact implements out of a cabinet and throwing them on the couch.

“You do this a lot?” she asked, wishing he hadn’t regained the control he’d seemed so ashamed of losing.

“Do I do what a lot?”

“Bring girls up here to play.”

“My apartment is off limits. No one is allowed in here.”

And yet he’d brought her up here without any hint of hesitation.

Once he had gathered his gear, he approached her, his head tilted, considering.

He tapped her shoulder. “Arms behind your back and grab your elbows.”

She obeyed, then made all the adjustments to her posture that he asked for with his hands. Chin up, shoulders straight, knees spread. When she was exactly how he wanted her, he walked around her, inspecting. His boots were nearly silent on the floor despite the fact that he was walking on hardwood. He moved so quietly for such a large man, and it seemed so much sinister than if he shouted and stomped around like some “Doms” did.

When he started to bind her arms with rope, she fought to get free.

“What do you think you’re doing, Leelee?” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot yet sending chills through her blood.

She fought harder rather than answer, but he pinned her face down on the table and finished the job as though her disobedience was inconsequential.

“Go ahead and fight,” he invited. “Show me what you’ve got.”

He swatted her ass and she wriggled away, all too aware he was letting her slip out of his grip.