Sweetness (39 page)

“Now, Sweetness, are you willing to submit and
let me make sweet love to you or are you going to fight
me, forcing me to give you a proper spanking before I
fuck you…hard.” Without hesitation another moan
escapes me. Although I have never played like this
before, my inner freak seems to love this little game.
“Baby, if you want to play I will be willing to oblige but I
would prefer that this time be nice and drawn out.”
“If I get to chose, then I will take the spanking
please, sir,” I tell him, grinding my ass into his hips.
Dominic gives me a full megawatt smile, but he is clearly
shocked by my actions.
Oh yeah. Two people can play this game.
“If you think you can handle it and you want to
play, I will be more then happy to take you there. But if
we are going to go this route, we need a safe word. Do
you know what that is?” He asks while he rubs his palm
over the soft globes of my ass.
“Yes.”
“Pick your word, Sweetness.”
“Ummm…can we just use, red?”
“As you wish. Red, it is,” he breathes as he lays
the first hard smack on my ass causing yet another moan
of pleasure to erupt from my lips. I am not sure how
much of this I can take without getting freaked out, but if
romance novels have taught me anything, its that this is
going to be fun.
“You like that baby?”
“Yes,” I whimper as he lays another smack on my
ass and pushes my body forward so the top of my torso
is lying face down on the mattress while my knees are
firmly on the floor.
“Very interesting,” he observes as he slides his
middle finger through the divide between my thighs and
into my already pulsing core. I push back into his hand
and he lays another smack on my ass. “No moving. Just
feel it.”
As this sex god continues to slide his finger into
me and I can feel my inner walls tighten around his
fingers. When he removes his fingers I whimper from the
absence of his touch. Dominic smacks my ass again and I
swear I almost explode on contact.
“Open your legs wider.” Loving this game, I
immediately do as I am told. Cool air hit me as Dominic
pulls his body away. I can feel him readjust himself
underneath me so his head is between my legs. “Lower
that sweet pussy onto my mouth, baby.”
I hesitate for a moment and Mr. Ass Smacker,
takes this opportunity to reach under me and lay another
smack, this time low enough on my ass that his palm
connects with my lips. I do as he asks, and lower myself
enough that his tongue makes contact to the soft flesh
between my legs, causing me to jump a bit above him
upon contact. Dominic darts his tongue out to lick and
nip my soft flesh; almost making out with my nether
region if you will.
I muffle my moans into the soft comforter on his
bed when he reaches out from under me and wraps his
strong arms around my thighs, urging my body lower to
his face. He fucks me with his tongue while I wiggle
above his face. His nose hits my sweet spot causing my
hips to buck up as I ride his face at a steady pace.
Afraid that my moans will be heard downstairs, I
bunch up the blanket and shove it into my mouth as my
body prepares itself to come undone above him.
Dominic’s grunts send a vibration through my core. I feel
my hot juices spill out of me onto his lips and down his
cheeks. He continues to lick and prod me with his tongue
as I ride out the rest of my pleasure in muffled bliss.
Without much effort at all he pushes my ass up
sending me forward on the bed. I roll over to see him
slither up off the floor and slink onto the bed like a snake
ready to coil around me. When he is firmly pressed on
top of my body, I pull his face down to mine and kiss
him, tasting myself on his lips and tongue. Dominic
whimpers in response and his cock twitches between us.
I smile into his lips as I continue to taste myself.
“My turn.” I take his moment of weakness to toss
him onto his back before I straddle his hips. He smiles
when I rake my nails down his muscular torso and into
his boxers, forcing them down his legs and onto the floor.
I can see how excited he is because just as my face gets
close enough to his cock it jerks up and smacks me in the
chin. “Eager, are we?”
I giggled and lick his steel rod from base to tip on
the underside. Repeating this slow torture a few more
times, I slide his thick crown into my awaiting mouth. As
I look over the peaks and valleys of his stomach, my eyes
catch his. I suck hard making a popping sound when I
release his tip and watch his eyes roll in the back of his
head.
“Fuck, baby that feels good. Take me deeper. Take
me all the way,” he practically begs. Like a good girl, I
comply. Opening my mouth wider to accommodate his
large girth, I take him to the hilt and begin to make a
clicking sound deep in my throat causing my uvula to
slap against his tip while I run my lips up and down his
shaft. Dominic’s groans are now louder than mine were.
“Baby I…fuck,” gritting his teeth Dominic’s back
arches off the bed as he spills into my mouth. I swallow
the first charge with some difficulty, and then gulp down
the second. Once I am confident I have licked my man
clean, I sit up on my knees and wipe my mouth with my
middle finger before slipping it onto my mouth, not
wanting to waste a drop.
I smile at him coyly, “Did I do good, or do I
deserve another spanking, sir.”
“Don’t look at me like you didn’t just suck the
fuck out of my dick,” he pants. “If I wasn’t sure I wanted
to marry you before, I certainly am now. That was
unbelievable baby. Like, fireworks going off in my head,
amazing.”
Lying next to him I snuggle up at his side.
Dominic rolls me onto my back and trails soft kisses
down my neck and chest before he makes love to me,
quietly, in the same bed he would kneel in front of and
pray to God himself that this would one day be his life.

“That’s the last of it.
We better get going, Emma,”
Dominic declares as he packs two suitcases and a small
box of personal items in the back seat of my car. Jason
and Nancy step out of the house just as Dominic closes
the door to my car.

“Don’t forget these, son,” Jason tosses Dominic a
set of keys that he catches in midair.
Dominic’s face lights up as he turns to me while
Jason clicks a button on a tiny remote causing the garage
door to open. I look at him suspiciously and he winks in
return.
“Thanks, dad. She all good to go?”
“I think so. I haven’t touched her since she got
here.”
“Who?” I ask.
“Roxy.”
Confusion settles in my features and I search my
brain for any mention of a Roxy. I sure hope she is not a
pet. I can barely take care of my self, let alone a pet.
“Who’s Roxy?”
Dominic grins like a Cheshire cat and his parents
shake their head at him. “Not who, what. Roxy, is my
baby. My very sleek, very cool, 1967 Mustang Fastback.”
“Oh. Roxy is your car,” I tell him, looking into the
garage to see a very sleek black piece of American muscle
staring back at me.” Nancy snorts and Jason pulls her
tighter shaking his head before kissing his wife.
“A car? Baby, Roxy is more then a car. Roxy is a
classic piece of machinery designed specifically with me
in mind. Roxy, is every mans fantasy and every teenage
boys aspiration. A car? No, Sweetness, this is heaven on
wheels,” Dominic proclaims as he drapes his body over
the hood and kisses it.
I look back at him wide eyed, like he has lost his
damn mind. “Ohhhhkayyyy, weirdo, you can stop
kissing the car now.”
Dominic’s parents laugh at my statement.
Grabbing my hands to his lips Dominic gives me a phony
smile. “No need to be jealous. You’re still my number
one girl. You will just have to share the status with,
Roxy,” he mocks, getting a smack on the arm he deserves
before pulling me close for a kiss.
“I am going to drive, Roxy, into the city. I haven’t
driven her in a while and I really want to,” he pleads like
a small child.
Rolling my eyes, I know I will never win this.
“Whatever. You drive your pretty little car and I will take
mine. I’ll see you back in the city.”
Jason and Nancy are at our sides kissing us
goodbye and confirming our morning flight plans before
we leave. “I will see you tomorrow, baby boy. Drive
safely please. I hate it when you speed in that car,”
Nancy scolds before pulling him into a big hug. For a
little woman she sure is strong.
“I will mom. I love you. I will see you tomorrow.”
“Be careful getting home, son. I love you,” Jason
adds pulling Dominic into a back slapping man hug. I see
Jason closing his eyes and breathing deeply, holding back
tears. “Its good to have you home.”
“Thanks, dad. I love you, too. And I am glad we
talked today. It means a lot to me to know you finally
approve.”
“As long as you’re happy, I am happy for you,
Dominic.”
With a quick hug between us and another round
of kisses from Nancy we both get into our respective cars
and head home. Not even a mile down the road Dominic
pulls up along side me at a red light. “Beat ya home,” he
yells over the throaty roar of the engine.
“You think your dinosaur can beat my state of the
art ride?” I challenge.
“Any day of the week, Sweetness.”
“Bet you the window seat on the plane tomorrow
you’re wrong.”
“You’re on,” he yells as the light turns green.
Dominic spins his tires, causing the rubber to smoke all
around him before, leaving me in the dust.
I hit the gas to my E350 so I can quickly catch up,
as the next light turns green. I ease up on the gas when I
see I am easily doing ninety down a quiet but residential
street. I know the road we are on has a stop up ahead
and although I see the break lights, it doesn’t look like
Roxy is slowing down. Anxiety washes through me
when I see the road ending. Dominic is driving way to
fast to take the turn. Dominic takes the turn hard and fast
causing the tires to squeal against the pavement. Just as I
get to the end of the street I see Roxy veer left then right
before slamming head on into a utility pole.
My eyes are deceiving me. I didn’t not just see
this. There is no way that just happened right before my
eyes. It couldn’t have. Panic and urgency course through
my veins. My only thoughts are to get to him. Get to
Dominic and make sure he is ok.
I dart out of my car and sprint toward the wreck
as fast as my feet will take me. There is steam coming
from the radiator that is now punched through the hood
of the car. That much I can tell as I approach. The car is a
mangled mess of steel. Dominic is hunched over the
steering wheal and I can make out streaks of crimson
running down his face from his hair.
He is not moving.
From through the window I can see that he is not
moving. Tears are running free and it is as if the world
went silent. I can’t focus on anything but knowing if
Dominic is alright. I try and open the door but it wont
budge. With hulk like strength I manage to pull it open
and pry the door wider from the frame.
“DOMINIC! Dominic, baby can you hear me,” I
scream.
He is not moving.
The blood is flowing down his face. I vaguely
make out that there is a person behind me calling the
police.
“Ma’am is he ok?” The person asks. I don’t
respond. I just need to make sure Dominic is alive.
I push Dominic’s body back so his body is leaning
against the seat and not slumped over the steering wheel.
His head falls back against the headrest and I can see
there is a lot of blood. I use my hands to wipe away the
blood from his eyes but there is blood everywhere.
“Dominic. Baby talk to me. Listen to my voice. The
ambulance is coming, baby, hold on,” I plead. He doesn’t
move but I hear him whimper. “That’s it baby! Listen to
my voice. Hold on. Stay with me.”
“Em…”
I grab Dominic’s hand and kiss the back of it while
sobbing. I kneel on the ground next to him and hold his
hand. I don’t want to move him too much because I don’t
know what his injuries are. I just need to keep him
talking. The more I wipe the blood away, the more it
flows.
“That’s it. That’s my guy. Keep talking, baby. Tell
me something. Tell me where you want to get married.
Once the Dr. gets you all fixed up, we’ll go to Vegas and
you make an honest woman out of me. The cheesiest
wedding ever. How’s that sound?”
Dominic’s head slumps forward. I catch it and
hold my palm to his forehead while I slap his face to
bring him back. His eyes don’t open but I feel him react.
My heart is on the floor. He can’t die, he has to be ok. He
has to make it. I love him. My world doesn’t exist
without him.
“No sleeping, baby. Stay with me. The ambulance
is an its way. Talk to me, Dom. Please talk to me,” I beg,
tears streaming down my face. Time is ticking by.
Seconds feel like an eternity.
I hear sirens in the background. The man behind
me is still talking on the phone asking me questions but I
can only focus Dominic. He is loosing a lot of blood. I
look around and see a white piece of cloth sticking out
from under his seat. I pull on it to discover it is an old
white t-shirt. I hold the shirt to keep pressure on his head
where the blood is coming from.
“Dominic, say something. Talk to me. Say
something,” I beg. My voice is cracking and my vision is
blurry through the tears.
“I…lo..ve…y..ou,” he mumbles out. His voice is
weak and his words make me sob even harder.
“I love you too, baby! I love you so much. I love
you,” I rein kissed all over his face and I pull back to look
at him. I taste the metallic tang of blood on my lips.
I need to be strong for him. I need to keep him
talking.
“Al…ways, Sw…eet…ness,” he whispers with
finality in his voice and slumps back into the seat. I slap
his face to wake him up. Nothing. I slap him again but he
still doesn’t react.
“NO, NO, NO…come on baby, stay awake. This
isn’t good-bye. Don’t you tell me you’ll love me always
like this is good-bye. You are going to be fine, do you
hear me. You are going to get better and we are going to
get married and live happily every after. Dominic, wake
up!” I slap him a few more times but he still doesn’t
react. I hear the ambulance pull up and the pounding of
footsteps behind me break me out of my silent bubble of
only Dominic and me. “Dominic, the ambulance is here.
Talk to me. Come on, Dominic, talk to me,” I yell through
my tears.
I feel a set of hands come up under my arms to
pull me away. I scream for Dominic to wake up and a
police officer puts his arms around me to calm my now
shaking body. Everything is going in slow motion. The
lights, the sirens, the people running all around me. All I
can focus on is his car. The police officer is holding me
back tight to his chest asking me questions but I can’t do
anything but scream his name and cry. Dominic’s face
comes back into my line of sight as the paramedics step
back from him and shake their heads. The officer’s grip
tightens and I look at them all in confusion.
“What are you doing?! Help him. He needs help,
please help him,” I plead through my tears.
I older woman approaches me and puts her hand
on my shoulder. “I’m sorry ma’am. He’s gone.”
My body shakes. I shake the officer and the
woman off of me. He’s not gone. They’re wrong. He is
right there. He is going to be fine. No. This is not it for us.
We have not come this far for him to leave me now. I
wipe the tears from my eyes and run toward the car. I
slap him in the face to try to bring him out of this. He is
fine. He was just telling me he loved me. He is going to
be fine.
“Dominic, wake up. Come on baby, wake up for
me. I need you to wake up,” he doesn’t move. “Please
baby, please, don’t leave me. Please…please…please. I
need you.”
I pound on his chest with my fists and beg him
over and over to come back to me. The officer tries to pull
me away but I won’t budge.
“Please! Please! Oh god,” I say as realization hit
me that he is gone. “OH GOD NO! NO! NO! DOMINIC!”
I scream.
The officer pulls me back but I slump to my knees
on the ground and scream. I don’t even know what I am
screaming. They may not even be coherent words, I just
need …I just need Dominic.
“Ma’am is there anyone I can call,” the officer
asks.
“His phone. Can I have his phone? I have to call
his mother. She is a nurse. She can help him.” A feeling
of false hope clouds my already foggy brain. Deep down
I know Nancy can’t do anything for him but I need to
grasp at straws here. I need him to not be dead right
now.
“Sure thing. I’ll be right back,” the police officer
tells me.
The paramedics are both next to me holding me
up as I sob, finding it hard to breath. I watch the police
officer search through Dominic’s pants pocket for his
phone. When he hands it to me my fingers shake as I
slide the bar across the screen. Dominic’s screen saver of
the two of us, after we got engaged, lets lose another
round of sobs as the rectangular piece of plastic falls
though my shaky fingers. The officer picks up the phone
from the ground and asks who I am trying to call.
“Dad,” is the only coherent word I can get out.
The tears have stopped. I can’t move. My body feels
heavy but the tears are not blurring my vision any more.
I watch as two people move him from the car and
place him on a sheet on the ground. His clothes are all
covered with blood. The police officer walks back toward
me and helps me off the pavement. He puts his arm
around my waist and directs me towards his police
cruiser, but I refuse to go in. I sit on the hood of his car
watching the scene unfold before me. When the officer
hands me back his phone I look back at him and say,
“Justin.” He nods and dials the phone. Before he puts it
to his ear. I hold out my hand for him to give it over to
me.
The phone rings one more time before Justin
answers, “What’s up, dude?” he says but words fail me. I
want to give Justin just one more second of happiness
before I tell him his best friend just died and his world
will never be the same. “Dom?”
“Justin,” I squeak out before a fresh set of tears
cloud my eyes.
“Emma? Emma, what’s wrong. Are you crying?”
“Justin…Dom…gone,” my voice is eerily
monotone. Shock is setting in and emotions are leveling
off. I can’t feel. I can’t even comprehend what is going on
around me.
“Who’s gone? Emma what the fuck is going on.
Where is Dominic?”
I shake my head in the negative as if he can see
me. The phone slips out of my hand and the officer
catches it before it hits the ground. I hear him introduce
himself and tell Justin what happened. I watch as
Dominic is lifted onto what looks like a black tarp
covered with a white sheet. An older gentleman zips up
the bag and the paramedics carry his body onto a gurney
and slide it into the back of the ambulance. The older
woman from before gives me a sympathetic wave and
hops into the rig before the door closes behind her.
“Ma’am is there anywhere I can take you. Your
friend Justin is going over to Mr. Ross’s parents house.
He gave me the address and told me to bring you there,
but if there is someone else I can call for you…”
No one. There is no one else. My someone else just
got carried away in a black bag from the side of the road.
I have no one else. My entire world just crumbled at my
feet. There is nowhere to go. I shake my head not really
knowing what I mean by it. I just can’t think right now. I
stare at the mangled car in front of me in complete shock.
This is a dream. This has to be a dream. He just told me
he would love me always then he left me. This can’t be
real.
The officer helps me off the hood of his car and
walks me back toward my car. Another officer I hadn’t
noticed before slips into the police cruiser and drives off.
The officer that has been with me from the start helps me
into the passenger seat and climbs in the driver seat next
to me. I don’t register anything that is happening. I don’t
remember him starting the car or pulling away. I don’t
remember driving down the street or even pulling up to
the house, but when I look up I see an older version of
Dominic standing on the porch talking to a police officer.
My door opens and I extend my hand to the man who
has been with me from the start. I see the nametag on his
uniform says “Lewis”.