Free The Art of Domination by Ella Dominguez Page B

nerves.  Angel by McLachlan is playing in the background. How fucking ironic .  The last thing I need to be thinking about right now is Isa.
    After my third shot of bourbon, I feel a tap on my shoulder and I know immediately who it is by the smell wafting past my nose.  I feel like g agging from Erika’s nauseating floral scent. I always did hate that God damned perfume she wears. I turn around and Erika is smiling ever so slightly at me and looking me up and down. Her hair is cropped short - much shorter than I would have ever allowed when we were together, and she looks unfit and as though she’s gained a few pounds.
    “Damn, D. You look good. Really good. Isabel must be keeping you fit and healthy.”
    “I’ ve told you not to say her name,” I tell her but she completely ignores me.
    She leans in and puts her hand on my shoulder and I shudder at her touch. “Why are you touching me? Did I give you permission to do that?” I ask her as my Dom takes over.
    She immediately backs off and looks contrite. Fuck. I spin the barstool back towards the bar so I’m not looking at her. “Are you going to tell me what you want this time?”
    She stands next to me at the bar and remains silent. When I turn my head to look at her, she’s waiting for me to tell her what to do. “Sit down,” I tell her and suddenly we’ ve falling back in to our old routine.
    She sits and orders h er usual strawberry daiquiri. I just want to get the hell out of here and back to Isa.  I look over at Erika again and raise my eyebrows signaling for her to answer me.
    “ I’m in the market for a new Dom,” she casually states.
    “And why the fuck should I care?”
    “Because if you want me to keep my mouth shut about us and what I know about your parents, you’ll agree to be my Dom,” she answers in all seriousness.
    I laugh loudly at her stupidity. “You’re un-fucking-believable. I was your Dom and you fucked me over in the worst possible way and now you want me back? Is that what you’re telling me? After all this time, now that I’ve met someone else, you want me back?”
    She stares stupidly at me and doesn’t answer.
    “If this is why you seriously called me to meet you, you’re more pathetic than I ever imagined.  If you want a new Dom, I suggest you put an ad in the God damned paper or online, but leave me out of the equation because me being your Dom is never going to fucking happen.”
    “That’s just fine, Dylan. I guess I’ll start setting up interviews now. I’m sure Fast magazine and the Denver Times would love to hear about how their golden boy likes to beat the fuck out of his contractual sex partners, fist fuck them and have them ass raped by half a dozen strangers. Oh yeah, and how he arranged to have his parents killed.”
    “That’s not how it happened and you damned well know it,” I wh isper yell at her as I stand to face her. I’m enraged and on the verge of a complete meltdown. “You just love to misconstrue everything don’t you? To twist shit around and reword everything, don’t you? That’s all a fucking lie and you know it. You agreed to everything that I did to you. And the way I remember it, you enjoyed being fucked like that and begged for more so don’t throw that word around. You were never raped. And I never laid a hand on you out of anger. If you try to say otherwise, I’ll sue your ass for slander. As for what happened to my parents, that’s complete bullshit. None of that was planned and it’s not something I ever wanted.”
    “Who do think people will believe, D, you or me? Shall we find out? What will your precious little Isabel think of you once she knows about the things you did to me and your parents?” 
    Erika stands and acts as if she’s going to walk out, but I grab her by her upper arm.
    “Sit the fuck back down, ” I half scream at her and several people in the bar turn to stare at us. Just then my phone rings. It’s Isa’s ringtone. Fuck, fuck,