Free The Dominator by DD Prince

tipped it back and drank it all at once. Then she slammed the glass down on the coffee table and stood. She eyed me from head to toe to head again. It made my heart rate pick up. She was ready to fight with me.
     
    Tia
    I summoned as much inner strength as I could muster, despite wanting to cower and weep, and I glared at him. I glared hard, “If you think for one fucking second that you can just steal my life from me you’ve got another---”
    He cut me off, physically. In an instant he lunged from several feet away to in front of me, his hand around my throat. He held my throat and then pushed me up against a wall. He towered over me. He stared down at me, breathing heavily, his lips an inch from my temple, his hand still against my throat, not squeezing but possessive, making a point, “You are so fucking sexy,” he said slowly in a low and scary voice, his eyes burning into me. His body was flush against me and his erection poked me in the abdomen, “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”
    Holy shit.
    I forgot how to breathe for a second. I finally gulped against his hand and tried to regain my bearings. I was breathless, totally surprised, and pretty much petrified. I tried to slink away from him. He tightened the grip on my throat just a little. My hands came up and I tried to pull on his wrists to get him to let go. He wasn’t cutting off my air supply but it was firm and scary. His jaw tightened. My nails dug into his wrist until I drew blood. His eyes darted down and when he saw the blood I saw something shift in his gaze, “I was about to dare you to give me a reason but it looks like you just did.” 
    He let go of my throat and hauled me by the arm to the bed and threw me down on it so I was on my stomach. Then he climbed onto me and pinned my arms above my head. I let out a groaning protest and tried to struggle.  I felt his dick digging into my ass. Oh no. Please no.
    He let one hand go and caught both of my wrists in the other hand, re-pinning them to the bed. His free hand ripped my dress upwards so that the part that was covering my bottom tore. Humiliation, mortification, the plethora of emotions flooding through me was overwhelming.
    Underneath that dress was a pair of black stockings, lace stay-ups and I was wearing a pair of matching black lace thong panties, so that my dress wouldn’t have underwear lines.  I never thought that when I’d put them on they’d put me in peril. I’d thought, I’m about to become a grown up, I’m going to dress like one! Now I regretted that with every fiber of my being because it meant that Tommy Ferrano was looking at my might as well be bare ass, looking at lingerie on me, and I was helpless to do anything about it. I was totally pinned.
    “Look at this…” he palmed at my rear end and snapped the thong quickly.
    “No! Don’t!” I screeched. His palm was hot. Or maybe my skin was hot. I didn’t know which. He rubbed it for a second.
    His mouth was right against my ear and hot breath tickled me so I squirmed and then he growled low in his throat, “You’re a very naughty girl telling me No,” then his hand wedged under my hips and he cupped me between the legs. I gasped. I felt a finger dip into the panties and touch my opening. Oh no. Please no.
    He groaned, “How come you’re wet down here, Tia?” he let out a little chuckle, a supremely pleased one, “Could it be? Do you enjoy being overpowered?”
    I squeezed my eyes shut tight and held my breath. His finger circled leisurely and then I felt him gyrate ever so slightly against my behind.
    “You do. Fuck. And you’re all mine.” His tongue was now tracing from my earlobe up the ridge of my ear, “How did I get this lucky?”
    “Not karma, that’s for sure, asshole. And I will never, do you hear me, never ever be yours,” I grunted and tried to squirm away. Why did I say that? Why was I provoking him? I was infuriated at the idea of my future being ripped away from me and crumpled up