Loco actually followed the order, chuckling. When he reached us, Dom took my hand in his, pulled me up, and turned back around to the elevator bank, dragging me behind him like a fucking Neanderthal. He didn't say a word to me; he didn't even look at me.
"You makin' a claim, Dom?" Loco called out.
"Looks that way, doesn't it?" Dom grumbled back ambiguously.
"What the fuck, Dom?" I resisted. I had been so close! Despite the BJ near-miss (for which I was actually grateful), Dom was getting in the way of my scheme, and that was not okay. I needed to get into the office, not extracted away from it.
"Language, babe." And he shook his head. It only made me angrier.
"Dom, you don't get it. I got things to do, and they do not involve you. I do not need this shit right now."
"Babe, yet again I find another man's hands all over you tonight, and that shit stopped flyin' about an hour ago. And you and your mouth keep goin' off. I've taken about all I can take. So you are coming with me, and you will shut your fuckin' mouth. Now shut. The fuck. Up." Whoa. He was pissed.
The elevator doors opened and he stepped in, pulling me to follow. I crashed into his side, where he pinned me and reached in front to hit the Lobby button. We rode down in angry silence.
When we got down to the lobby, he let go of my side, snagging my hand like I was some little kid likely to wander, and strode swiftly through the club straight to the back rooms. I followed in acquiescence as best I could, not wanting to put on another public display.
Plus, I was just downright drawn to follow him. I loved his scent, his gorgeous big muscular body, his tight round ass. I really could do nothing but follow it. He lured me. And he didn't even have to do anything special to get me. God, I was a goner.
As we got closer and closer to the private rooms, my body clicked in to what might be about to happen next, and my panties flooded in anticipation. If my mind's plan wasn't going to happen tonight, it looked like my body's plan was. And it was absolutely psyched about it.
Chapter Four
Dom
By the time we finally got into one of the back rooms and I had hit the button to the side of the door that would show the room as occupied and give us uninterrupted privacy, I had gotten a lock on my anger at seeing her down on her knees in front of Loco. To some extent.
I was fucking mad as hell at Loco, but I could tell from his reaction to my outburst upstairs that he thought it was fucking funny to see me go off like that. He read me right, too. I was making a claim.
But she had pissed me off as well, putting herself in the lines of danger with Joey Ronn, Jonathan fucking Fielding, and now Loco on top of it. What the fuck was she thinking? And why was I all of a sudden feeling so goddamned protective of her? I couldn't fucking stand to see any man's hands on her, was what it boiled down to. So tonight, that shit ended. Bottom line.
It was time for us to get our shit sorted, since it was clear to me that my feelings for her had tipped beyond appreciation for her lap dances. It was like she was mine, and it was time she knew it and acknowledged it.
When I closed the door behind her and leaned back against it, she turned around in the middle of the room and looked at me. "So, what now, Dom? What do you want from me? You want a blow job? Huh? I can give you that. Make yourself comfortable, big guy. I'll take care of you."
Fuck. Bossy. And what the hell was wrong with her tonight? It was like she was asking to be taken advantage of, to be treated like some cheap whore, like it didn't matter if it was Loco, or me. Man, did that piss me off. Because that's not who she was. She was too special for that. And smarter than that. I knew it, and I knew she knew it. So this shit tonight? Did not compute.
There was something she was aiming at, and I couldn't figure it out. I needed information, and there was only one way to get it.
"We gotta clear some shit up now, Sienna. I really don't like what I'm seein' and hearin' from you, and you need to understand that I am not cool with it. Whatever you got goin' on, babe, you need to tone it down. You askin' to be raped, woman? 'Cause it's damn near lookin' like that. You're playin' with fire. I do not want to see you get burned. You hearin' me?"
She looked down at her feet, took a moment, and nodded.
"Answer me, Sienna. Do you hear what I'm sayin'?"
"Yeah, Dom, I hear you."
"I'm not going to stand around and let that happen. Okay? Whatever is going on, I'm not going to watch you burn. You need help, you ask me for it. You need protection, you got it. You have a problem, you come to me. I'm on your side. You understand me?"
She looked me in the eyes, but I could see the wheels turning and she was uncertain. "I can't ask you to take care of my problems, Dom. It's kind of you to offer, but I have things I need to take care of, and nobody else can do it for me. It's not your business. I won't let it be. It's mine, and I'll do whatever I have to do to make sure it gets sorted right. That's the only thing I need to do. That is my job, and you have to let me do it. So I appreciate the thought, but really, you gotta just let me do my thing, and whatever happens, happens."
I shook my head. "Oh no you don't. I'm telling you now, Sienna, that things changed tonight. What I saw up there … When Loco- What the fuck, Sienna? You can't be okay with that shit. That's not you. I know that's not you. You can't tell me you were okay with that. And I can't just sit back and let that shit go down with you. Fuck! I can't stand the thought of anybody's hands on you but mine, and you gotta make yourself okay with that new reality right the fuck now. Because that is where we are."
Her eyes widened, and she took in my honesty by locking eyes with me and pulling her lower lip into her mouth, sucking lightly. I gave her a moment.
"You got anything to say about that, Sienna? You better say it now."
"I'm not sure what to say about that, Dom."
"You got any objection?"
"Uh-uhn." She shook her head slightly, in the negative.
"You got anything to add?"
She waited a moment, then stepped toward me and reached up to cup the back of my neck, pulling my mouth to hers. As soon as her lips touched mine, my control snapped and I grabbed her by the sides of her face, and immediately the shy kiss went fierce. My fingers fanned out into her hair, and I pushed my tongue into her mouth, sweeping it in search of her own. She tasted like mint and something sweet, and our breaths mixed as our tongues danced desperately. There was nothing held back. It was like we'd both been dying to do this for months and now were finally allowing our mouths to taste and suck and bite and feel with nothing held back. I bit her lower lip; she dragged it out of my mouth, smiled wide, looked deep into my eyes, then looked back at my mouth. Her gaze had gone dark, her breathing jacked, and she grabbed my head with both hands and drew me back in for another scorching kiss.
She tried to push my kutte off my shoulders, so I shrugged it off and tossed it somewhere. I pulled her top up off her torso, over her head, and threw it to the side, too.
I stripped my T-shirt over my head; she stripped off her bra. Then we crashed into one another again, skin to skin, her breasts smashed against my ribs, giving way to my hard chest. Our mouths adhered again, our tongues lashing and pushing and swirling and sucking.
I swung us around and caged her in against the wall, pushing my thigh between her legs. She caught on right away, hooking her arms around my back with her fingers grasping on to the tops of my shoulders, while she rode my leg and moaned into our joined mouths. Our breaths were starting to come short as we shared oxygen, and our teeth clashed. One of us gasped a single laugh, and then we couldn't stop, we were both starving for more.
I'd about run out of patience. I needed to feel her wetness, smell her pussy, taste her juices. I needed to embed myself in her, mark her, take her, and know she was mine. I needed her to know it, to want it, to accept it, to love it.
I slid my hand down past the top of her jeans, under her panties to the wet heat hidden inside. She hooked one leg around my hip, giving me better access, and brought one hand down to squeeze my thick cock through my jeans.
"Fuck. Get these off." I didn't know if she meant my jeans or hers, so I made the executive decision that hers had to go first. I undid her button and slid down the zipper, then grabbed the waist at each side and stripped them off her, along with her panties, crouching down as I went. She held on to my shoulders for balance, stepped out of each leg, and urged me back up.
Then it was her turn; she fumbled with my belt, ripped open the button fly, and pushed my jeans down my hips. I aided the effort, getting rid of the pants with my boxer briefs at the same time, and finally we were both free of encumbrance.
My cock stood tall and strong at full attention, and she palmed it with both hands, spreading the drops of precum around its bulbous head with her thumb as her other hand gripped me firmly at the base and squeezed her way up the shaft. I groaned and returned my hand to her soaking lips, spreading her juices up around her clit, down to her hole and back, and using the pressure of my palm for her to buck against.
I had my mouth on the side of her neck, pulling the soft skin in wet suction, tonguing her throbbing pulse. I worked my way down to her chest, finally pulling one hardened nipple in between my lips, giving it a sharp bite before sucking hard and rolling my tongue around it. She moaned and leaned her elbow on my solid shoulder, unable to focus enough to support her own weight.