Dirty Dom

9. Dom

Looks like I got here just in time. Play date's leaving. That sounds fucking awful. At least the parents aren't outnumbered. Two women, two kids, it can't be that bad. The little girl shrieks as her mother tries to buckle her in. She's got a voice on her! I wince at the ringing in my ears. I guess it can be that bad.

At least my doll has a boy. Boys have gotta be easier than girls. I scowl watching the car leave. What the fuck am I even thinking about this shit for? I just came to check on my doll and make a few things clear.

She's mine now.

I guess that's only one thing, but still. I need her to agree to that. And then I can play with Becca and see just how rough my doll likes it. I palm my dick, thinking about that ass. Fuck yeah, I'm definitely getting in there tonight. Women don't usually get to me, but this one has. I gotta fuck her out of my system, and she's definitely down to fuck.

I walk up the sidewalk to her house and stand next to a car, pretending to look at my phone. I've never stalked a person before. That's not what I do. I know a guy to call if I need someone found. But I'm feeling a little awkward at the moment. She kicked my ass out a few hours ago; she's probably giving her son a bath, or reading stories, or just fucking watching Rugrats with him. I don't fucking know. I'm not going to knock.

Fuck that.

I grimace, not knowing what to do. I always have a plan of some sort. But I'm flying by the seat of my pants over this broad. When she puts the kid to bed, that's the time to pay her a visit. But I don't know his bedtime. I don't know any of that shit. I run my hand down my face. Am I really going to creep around her house to figure out if she's putting him down for bed? I think about knocking on the door and imagine her standing there with the little guy on her hip. Yeah, I'm gonna fucking peek. I need to take a look and see what's going on in there. I'm not into playing Connect Four with the little guy. Not when all I want is to get some pussy. She's really gotten under my skin. I need to fuck this broad out of my system.

I walk to the backyard. No fence, so that's easy enough. I slink around the corner of the house. I'm probably looking conspicuous as fuck, but I can't fucking help that. I don't think anyone saw me though. It's pretty dark, but I stay in the shadows.

She's got a nice deck. Real fucking nice. A sunken hot tub, although the cover is carpeted in leaves from the oak trees lining her property. They look like they've been there for a year.

There's a giant trampoline in the back that's covered with netting. I huff a laugh.

She seems cautious. Protective. I like that, but she also seems uptight. Except when it comes to fucking.

My chest rumbles with approval, and I have to readjust my hardening dick. I have to admit she brings out a virile side of me. A primitive need I don't think I've ever felt before. I fucking love it. I'm not sure how long it will last, but I'm sure as fuck going to enjoy it while I can.

The stairs to the deck are on either side - not smart. Anyone could sneak onto her deck and get to the glass sliding doors to her kitchen easy. Someone like me. I keep my steps even and stay quiet as I move up the stairs. I take a peek inside. I don't want to startle my doll, I just wanna see if the coast is clear.

Her kitchen is pristine. Other than a pizza box sitting on the blue speckled marble counter, there's nothing out of place. Steel pots hang above a massive island. Her gas stove is large enough to cook for a dozen people, easy. This woman is serious about her cooking. That reminds me about her restaurant. I'll have to head over tomorrow and check it out. I was too busy today at the office. I cringe, remembering how a jerk-off tried to convince me he needed more time. What he needed to do was stop wasting his wife's hard-earned money on gambling. That's what he needed to do. I'm sure he won't be doing that shit anymore. Not after today.