“I see. Well, to be honest, you could always ask him about it. What could he possibly do? You’re already taking a beating regularly, and I know how that’s like. Not really even punishment.” She leaned forward. “Since I told you I’d help you, I’ll start now. Let me give you a bit of advice. Our doms can’t harm us physically. Their lies can. Confront him.”
“But how? I can’t just ask him.”
“Push him. Give him what he wants. More than that. If you do, you’ll have better chances of him spilling the beans. It’s give and take. I know for sure your dom is like every other guy out there … lure them in and they’ll tell you everything there is to know. Then you’re the one with the power.”
She winked and drank up her tea. We were silent for a moment and I took the time to eat until the plate was empty. Daisy was also finished and I brought the plates to the kitchen. When I came back, Daisy stood up and walked to the window. With her hands on the glass she looked down, peering into the depth below. “Hey, is that your dom’s car?” she said.
I jumped up from the couch and came to the window. “Shit!” I screamed. It was a limo, and Dom just stepped out.
“Crap, you have to go, fast!” I said, and I grabbed her arm and dragged her to the door. “He can’t see you here. He can’t know I brought someone in.”
She chuckled and snatched her coat, while I opened the door.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t think he’d be back this quickly.”
“It’s okay, I understand,” she said. “I know it’s a hassle, but at least we got to talk a little. Let’s chat some more next time, okay? I can’t wait to exchange information about our doms. I love having another friend,” she blew me a kiss in the air before walking off.
Friend? I barely knew her.
I closed the door behind her, leaned my back against the wood and took a deep breath.
Only a few moments later the door was flung open again, and I was pushed forward, almost tripping over my own heels.
It was Dominic, this time without the package, but with a look on his face that instilled fear with me. I’d never seen him this terrified.
Chapter 4
“You’re okay,” he said, breathing heavily. “Good.”
I frowned. “Why do you keep saying that?”
He walked past me, ignoring my question, and went straight for the fridge to get a bottle of whisky. He grabbed a glass from the pantry and filled it up to the brim. In one go he gulped it down.
What the hell?
“Dom, please say something …” I said, walking up to him. His back was to me, but I could see he firmly clenched the sink. I put my hand on his shoulder, and it tensed up. “What’s wrong? Why wouldn’t I be alright?”
His hand went up, and then he poured some more into his glass, drinking it up instantly. He turned around, and I could see a flush appearing on his face. His eyes were closing slowly each time. He was already getting hazy from the booze.
A long drawn out sigh came out of him and he closed his eyes, brushing his index finger through them. “Nothing for you to worry about. Let me handle it.”
He picked up his glass and the whisky again, but I snatched both from him and put them down on the counter behind me. He seemed furious. His eyes blazing with fire, his lips curling down, hands balling up into a fist.
Dominic stomped over to me, and I backed up, pushing my back further into the counter. He stopped right in front of me, nostrils flaring, shoulders rigid, legs and arms spread apart like he wanted me to know who was boss. Well, it didn’t impress me. Okay, maybe a little. I swallowed. His menacing physique and dominance wouldn’t make me waver. I wouldn’t let him have it. Not even if he made me.
“Give it back,” he growled.
“No.”
“I am your master, Julie. Give it!” His brows furrowed and he clenched his teeth together.
“No!”
His fists came down on the counter right beside me, and I jolted up from the bang.
“Whatever it is, Dom, I can see you’re trying to drink it away,” I said. “That won’t help you one bit, and I won’t let you do that to yourself.”
My eyes welled with tears, but I wouldn’t let them out. I wasn’t hurt. I just couldn’t bear to see him like this. So damaged by something that he had to resort to alcohol.
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
“You left your phone here,” I said. “You got a text message while you were gone.”
He looked down upon me with narrowed eyes. “And you checked it?”
I couldn’t stop the blush from appearing on my face, and even though I didn’t answer, my silence said enough.