Pain and Pleasure

Chapter 4

As if unable to control my own body, I started walking backwards until I was inside, watching as the intimidating man in front of me followed, his eyes glued to me even as he closed the door and locked it behind him. His stride toward me continued, his eyes narrowing to slits and darkening to black. "Sit," he hissed, pushing me onto the lounge that I hadn't even noticed was right behind me.

I did as I was told, because the look on his face warned me to not defy him. So as I sat, my legs pressed together, my back straight, I asked, "What are you doing here?" No answer.

The silence spread a while longer, and I felt my lower lip become trapped in between my teeth, a horrible habit I have when I get nervous. The eyes seemed to zero in on my mouth, and I watched as Dominic's tongue darted out of his mouth and swept across his bottom lip. In a blink of an eye, he was in front of me, crouching down to become face to face with me, his hand holding a strong grip on my jaw. "Stop that," he growled, his thumb running over the lip I had been biting.

Gulping, I obeyed, meeting his eyes. "Dom..Dominic, what are you doing here?"

He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "I couldn't get you out of my head. You begging for me to let you come over. Hearing that need in your voice-" he trailed off, licking his lips and closing his eyes for a brief second. "I had to come and see you. I need to see you beg for me, Leah. I demand it."

I lost it at that last part. I started laughing in his face, watching as his expression contorted into anger. "I'm sorry," I cover my mouth to try and stifle my laughter. "You demand that I beg for you? No, not going to happen. I'm not going to beg just to give you an ego boost. The only reason I did over the phone was because I was drunk, Dominic. I'm not going to beg for you." I scoff at that point, only making him angrier.

His grip on my jaw tightened, causing pain to course through the bones in my face. I wanted to ask him to stop, but the stubbornness in me forced me not to. He had to be the one to let go. I didn't want him to think of me as weak. However, as if weren't possible, his hold only got more tight.

The pain was unbearable, and I found myself saying, "Can you let go."

He started to grin. "Magic word?"

I huffed. "Please."

He smiled at me, his voice proud as he says, "Gee, that sounds an awful lot like you're begging."

I felt the urge to just lash out and punch him in his smiling face, but I decided it was probably smarter if I didn't. So instead, I just glared at him, pulling free of his grip that he had finally loosened.

"Go home," I demanded, looking away from Dominic. "I don't want you here." He just ignored me. "My boyfriend will be here soon."

That last sentence seemed to grab his attention. "You have a boyfriend?" He seemed shocked, and I took some offence to it.

"What? Don't be so surprised."

Standing up, Dominic peered down at me, the smile slipping from his face. "Why didn't you tell me? Why would you let me do all of that? Tell you all of what I did?" The dark haired man in front of me smirked a little. "He doesn't please you." I don't know how, but Dominic was spot on. "Is that right? Does your perfect little boyfriend not take care of you in the bedroom?"

My eyes went wide, my lip finding it's way back to my teeth. Dominic glared at me, so I slowly released my lip, pursing my lips together in a straight line. I was mad. Yes, he was right, but I didn't want him to know that.

He seemed to wait for an answer, so I responded, "You're wrong. He does. He pleases me really well." An emotion flashed across Dominic's face, but it was too fast for me to read.