Her Possessive Don- 2

CHAPTER 2

BELLA

I woke up in a bed that was too big and too soft and for a second I forgot where I was, and then the glass wall and the city and the quiet of a place that didn’t smell like my old kitchen all came back at once and I sat up so fast my head spun. My clothes from last night were gone and I was in a thin white shirt that wasn’t mine. I got out of the bed and went straight to the door.

The handle turned. The door opened onto the same wide living room from last night, all marble and dark wood and morning light, and Dominic was already there in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled, standing by the table like he’d been waiting for me to wake up and come looking for a way out.

“Good morning, Bella,” he said, and he still didn’t raise his voice.

I stopped in the doorway and I pulled the shirt down over my thighs and I said, “Where are my clothes?”

“Gone,” he said. “You’ll wear what I put out for you.”

“That’s not a rule I agreed to.”

“You didn’t agree to any of this,” he said. “Sit down.”

I didn’t sit. I stayed in the doorway because the doorway felt like the last piece of space that was still mine. “I want my clothes. I want you to stop talking to me.”

He walked toward me without hurry and he stopped close enough that I had to tip my chin up. “This morning I’m going to tell you what you’ll wear, what you’ll eat, and what you’ll call me. After that you can bargain if you still have the breath for it.”

“I’ll bargain now,” I said. “I’m not wearing whatever you picked because you picked it. I’ll eat what I want. And I’m not calling you anything but your name.”

“Dominic is fine when we’re being polite,” he said. “When I give an order, you’ll call me sir.”

I laughed and it came out sharp. “Sir? You can’t be serious.”

“I am.”

“Then you can wait forever, because I’m not saying that.”

He looked at me for a long second and then he listed it like he was reading from a page only he could see. “You’ll wear the clothes I leave on the chair. You’ll eat what’s put in front of you. Coffee if you want it, food if I say you need it, nothing from the kitchen without asking. And when I tell you to do something, you’ll answer yes, sir.”

“No,” I said. “I’ll wear my own things when I find them. I’ll eat when I’m hungry and I’ll eat what I can stand. And I’ll call you Dominic or I’ll call you nothing at all.”

“That’s the bargain you came with,” he said. “It’s not the one I’m offering.”

“Then offer a better one. Let me leave in the clothes I had. Let me go to a phone. Let me tell someone I’m here against my will.”

“No.”

I stepped back and my shoulders hit the door I’d just come through and I said, “You can list whatever you want. I’m not saying yes, sir. I’m not putting on your clothes like a doll. I’m not sitting at your table and chewing because you decided I should.”

He reached past me and shut the door at my back and the click was quiet and final, and then his hand was flat on the wood beside my head and his other hand caught my waist and he pinned me there, not slamming, just holding me in place so I couldn’t twist away.

“Let go,” I said.

“Say it,” he said.

“Say what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I won’t.”

His body was warm and solid and he didn’t press all his weight, he just kept me there between the door and him and his mouth was close to my ear when he spoke again. “You tried to bargain. I heard you. The answer’s still no. Now say it.”

“Dominic, get off me.”

“That’s not what I asked for.”

I shoved at his chest and it was like shoving a wall. “You can’t make me say it.”

“I can wait,” he said. “I can keep you here until the words come out. I can make your body give me something else first if your mouth stays stubborn.”

“Don’t.”

His hand left my waist and slid under the hem of the shirt and I sucked in a breath.He cupped me through the thin underwear that also wasn’t mine and I clenched my teeth and I said, “Stop.”

“Say yes, sir, and I’ll decide if I stop.”

“I’m not saying it.”

He dragged the fabric aside and two fingers stroked through the heat he found there and I hated that I was already wet, hated that my hips tried to move even while my mouth kept fighting. “You are,” he said quietly. “Your body’s already ahead of your pride.”

“That doesn’t mean I belong to you.”

“It means you can still feel,” he said, and he pushed one finger inside me, my head dropped back against the door. “It means you’ll cum on my hand before you leave this spot if you keep refusing the words.”

“I can refuse and still stand here,” I said, and my voice shook.

He added a second finger and curled them and my knees went soft and I grabbed his wrist and I didn’t pull it away, I just held on like I could control the speed if I gripped hard enough. “Bella,” he said. “Look at me.”

I looked at him because looking away felt like losing twice.

“You’ll wear what I choose,” he said, and his fingers worked me in a steady rhythm that made it hard to keep a sentence together. “You’ll eat what I put in front of you. You’ll call me sir when I tell you to. Say yes, sir.”

“No.”

He rubbed that spot inside me that made my breath break and his thumb found my clit and pressed in small circles and I made a sound I didn’t want to make. “Bargain again,” he said. “Tell me what you’ll trade to keep from saying it.”

“I’ll be quiet,” I said. “I’ll stay in the room. I won’t scream. Just stop.”

“Not enough.”

“I’ll wear the clothes. Just the clothes. Not the name.”

“Still not enough.”

His fingers pumped and the wet sound of it filled the quiet penthouse and I was shaking against the door.

I hated him and I hated my father and I hated that my body was being pleasured anyway. “Dominic, please.”

“Wrong word.”

“Please stop.”

“Wrong again.”

He kept the same cruel even pace until my thighs were trembling and I was panting against his shoulder and the only thing holding me up was the door and his hand. “You’re going to cream on my fingers,” he said. “And you’re going to say it before or after, but you’re going to say it.”

“I can’t.”

“You can.”

The orgasm hit me in a hard wave and I clenched around his fingers and a broken noise left my mouth and I came so hard it slid down his hand and I would’ve fallen if he hadn’t kept me pinned.

My forehead dropped against his chest and I was still pulsing when he spoke again.

“Say it, Bella.”

I swallowed and my voice was wrecked. “Yes, sir.”

He stayed inside me through the last aftershock and then he pulled his fingers out slow and I made another helpless sound because the empty feeling was almost worse. He lifted those fingers between us and they were shiny and I could smell myself on them.

“Look,” he said.

He put his fingers in his mouth and licked them cleanly, watching my face the whole time.

He smoothed the shirt back down over my hips like he hadn’t just ruined me standing up and he stepped back enough that I could stand on my own. “The clothes are on the chair in your room. Breakfast is on the table in twenty minutes. You’ll sit. You’ll eat. And if I ask you a question, you already know how you answer.”

“That wasn’t fair,” I said.

“It was a rule,” he said. “You learned it.”

“I said it because you made my body give up.”

“I know,” he said. “Say it again anyway.”

I stared at him and my cheeks were hot, my thighs were wet and I wanted to spit the words back at him but I still heard myself whisper them because he was waiting.

“Yes, sir.”

He nodded once, and he turned toward the kitchen like the morning had gone exactly the way he planned. “Good. Get dressed, Bella. Don’t make me come get you.”

I stayed against the door for another few seconds after he walked away because my legs weren’t ready then I went back into the room.