He's a Dom

Slam!

He pushes open the door and we stumble inside.

I drop my things to the floor in excitement. He kicks the door close; pushing me against the nearest wall. He grabs my thighs as he kisses my lips fiercely, hungrily and with need.

I find my arms being placed over my head in a heated battle. Getting lost in the passion, I give up the fight and he finally pins them to the wall. His lips leave mine travelling down my neck, sucking, nibbling and kissing. His warm hands trail down my body hungrily. He grips my waist greedily with one hand while the other gropes my ass. A flare of passion sparks inside me and I feel my body trembling in delight.

I moan as he bites the skin at the nape of my neck, my back arching as lust consumes me. His leg forces itself between my legs rubbing my weeping core and I feel myself become putty in his hands as his expert mouth ravishes my skin. He growls sucking on my neck and I grip his arms as a moan falls from my lips.

This feels... Wrong. He is dominating me. That shouldn't be, I'm supposed to be the one in charge.

I flip his body on the wall in a quick motion. He moans in surprise as I kiss his neck, torturing him like he has just done to me. He groans fisting my hair and I savagely attack his lips as I grope him feeling his girth through his pants. My hands soon leave their posts to roam over his chest. I whimper in need at the feel of his firm, solid and powerful chest.

He runs his hands through my hair pulling my hungry lips from his only to have them attach to his exposed chest as I start to unbutton it. After completing that task, I run my hands against his smooth chest as I pepper kisses along his clavicle. He tenses under my hands and I smirk against his heated skin. I tug at the curly hairs on his chest and hear a moan of approval.

Usually, I find hair on a man's chest a turnoff but he makes it look so sexy.

Using my tongue, I make a wet trail from his neck to his chest, a series of grunts filling my ears. I kiss each peck softly before running my tongue around his nipples as he groans huskily at the torture I'm conducting. I slowly lower my lips to the space between his peck, familiarizing my tongue with his soft skin. He shivers and grabs my shoulders, roughly.

Thud!

My back is against the wall again. His mouth finds mine and kisses me. My left leg is pulled up towards his hip and his left hand is on my breast squeezing it. I moan as he pulls at my swollen nipples, that now peak out at the world from my bust.

This is how a cow feels when it's being milked. No wonder it moo-ans a lot. This is pleasurable, blissful.

Our pants and laboured breaths fill the air. It was like your song of sex, one minute slow and soothing then another fast. He grinds on me and his tip presses between my legs, causing me to cream in anticipation. I reach down and grab it; he freezes instantly.

I'm taking back control.

I move my hand against him and his hands fall to the side as his head is thrown back. I move to his zipper freeing his length. I grip him tightly and start to move my hand fast against him. His hands move to the sides of my head as he moans, leaning forward. I move slower and he lets out an agonizing moan. I pick up the pace and he moans in pleasure. I smile in appreciation.

As I've learned numerous times before, a guy's dick is like a switch, flip it right and it turns him on.

His dick contracts within my grasp but before he finds his release he pins me on the wall again.

What the hell is up with this guy? He needs to know his place!

I placed my hands on his abs while he pants against my lips. I flip him around and give him a push.

Thud!

I think that he would collide with the wall this time but instead, he falls to the floor. I look at him shocked and then burst into laughter. Maybe it was the vodka but all I know is that I can't stop the laughter even if I want too. I grab my stomach, laughing my ass off.

I stare down at him and I find two electric blues glaring at me. He looks like a scowling father and I must have looked like a hyena as I laugh almost rolling on the ground.

"What's your problem, Mommy's boy got a boo-boo?" I ask between laughs.

His eyes look like they are trying to burn a hole in my head right now. "What the fuck is your problem? What kind of sub are you?!"

I stop laughing, immediately.

Sub as in submissive? I mentally laughed. Me a Sub? This guy must be off his meds didn't he see the red armband? I am not a Submissive and I will never be one.

"Who the hell are you calling a sub? I'm a damn Dominant!" I state heatedly. The audacity of this boy.

His eyes look me over before his lips stretch into a small smile. It looks like a joker smile, a creepy one. "So am I."

I stare at him bewildered. He's a Dom. I just tried to sleep with a Dom? No, I just dominated a Dom, well partially. This isn't happening. He has to be kidding. I never get involved with another Dom that would be madness. He has to be joking!

"You're kidding right?" I ask a bit frightened.

"No. I am a Dominant sweetheart," he states huskily.

I back away from him as he rises to his feet and approaches me. I hold up my hands and he stops. I cannot do this right now.

"I'm so sorry for this mistake Johnny but I have to leave. I-"

"Why?" He asks confused.

"I can't do this. This isn't right! Not even for a one-night stand." I state as I pick up my stuff from off the floor, open the door and walk through it.

"Wait up! Christina!"

I ignore his calls as I slam it shut. I wish he doesn't come after me; I need to get out of here now!

I can't believe this! I nearly had sex with a dominant. What if he had had his way with me, bringing me to bay and making me relive those - No! Christina you can't, you have moved on from that and you will never return. You placed it behind you a long time ago, never to reveal it or relive it.

I start to sway as I walk down the golden hall- which was jumping about. It was the vodka; it is taking over my body, shutting it down. My things fall to the ground and soon my whole body goes. I hold on to the wall, trying to stay up but tumble miserably.

Black spots are all that I see as I drift off in a dark abyss. My eyes involuntarily fall and my body goes numb. I am going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.

This seriously isn't happening. This just isn't my night.