"You are mine," Dominic repeated.
Lisa shivered at his words, a combination of fear, anger and excitement. She swallowed hard and tried to suppress these feelings. She reminded herself that Dominic was not worth consideration. He could not manipulate her and God only knew what happened to his wife! Lisa was almost sorry for the poor woman. He must have played with her as well and when he had his motives satisfied, must have thrown her away as he would, without doubts, do with her. She wanted nothing to do with him!
"Am not your "thing' to belong to you!!" Lisa was trying to sound as strong as she could but knowing her voice came out in small pathetic whispers.
Dominic pressed himself to her neck and the crazy magnet within her body that was so attracted to him began to react to his close proximity. Lisa's breathing came in short gasps as she took in the powerful, angry sight of him and to her shame she felt a warm, slippery dampness begin to pool between her legs as her desires began to awaken from their three month-long loving. Her mind seemed unable to communicate her fury to her body. Her own body was betraying her. She craved for his touch. Her mind instantly went to the memories of his hands on her, her legs wrapped around his muscled torso and him forcing his way deep inside of her, as he continued dropping wet, enticing kisses on her neck moving to the front of her dress.
He lifted his head and his eyes bored into her, it was dangerously lustful.
"I want you, Lisa. And I know that you want me, too," Dominic said.
"I want nothing to do with you, ever again," Lisa said, her voice quivering.
She struggled against him, her body weakening, helplessly watching him rip her dress open. His hands moved the sorry remains of her dress, exposing her to his eyes but, back in her head, she knew, not to give in completely. She pushed him with all the force she could muster and ran to her room.
Lisa moved fast but Dominic was faster and came right after her. He wedged his foot into the crack, just before the door slammed. He winced when the door banged into his foot but pushing slowly, inextricably, he managed to open to door wide enough to get inside. He grabbed both her arms and threw her on the bed and leap right on her.
She tried kicking him, bucking him, anything to get him away from her but Lisa found that the more she struggled against him, the more his body overpowered hers, fuelling her desire and silencing her anger.
His body continued to move over hers and eventually, Lisa was completely entangled by his strength. He had both of her wrists secured in one hand behind her back and his long, highly muscled legs held her thighs apart wantonly. Lisa trembled in shame as she realized how exposed she was to him and tried in vain to squirm away from him. "Stop fighting me, Princess," Dominic said, slightly panting.
He began to slowly and deliberately grind his hardness against her sensitive core. Lisa could feel her own moisture begin to dampen his pants that covered his straining cock.
"Don't do this Dominic, please," She cried out as she felt him push the thin fabric of her underwear, one finger slipped with ease inside of her. He paid no attention to her pleas and worked on having more honey moisten her hot pussy, a second finger entering her.
"I hate you," Lisa cried impulsively, trying not to scream of pleasure when a third finger went into her, stretching her, almost painfully but she had to admit, she did not want him to stop. Dominic mouth closed on her lips. She expected this kiss to be punitive but instead, he languidly pushed that sinful tongue in her mouth. Lisa was lost in the sweetness of his kisses. She involuntarily began to response to his kiss and Lisa felt a shift in him, his fingers gentled. He left her mouth and kissed her neck softly, gently, as his fingers played in her with great delicacy. He touched her with exquisite care and consummate skill, the longing reawakened within her and she closed her eyes, parted her legs, ever so slightly, scarcely even aware of her actions.
His fingers probed deeper, still with that same extraordinary tenderness. Each motion drew from her a shudder and a moan. So subtly did he bring the pleasure from her that she was not even aware of her approaching orgasm until a gentle wave of ecstasy lifted her and washed away her shame. She sighed deeply and quivered against him, drinking in the heat of his body.
She fell with a whimper as Dominic finally released her body. Her mind barely registered that he was not trying to finish what they, he, had started but was adjusting his suit. She tried to sit up as her body continued to shake in pleasure.
He turned to look at her, eyes daring her to move.
"I am not even close to being done with you, Lisa, your body craves mine, so don't bother denying it. However, as much as I want to bury myself inside of you, this is not the way. Am giving you one week, one week for you to find the position your father is in and accept my proposition before I decide to take over all the business."
"Just leave, I beg you," Lisa pleaded, curling into a ball on the bed and crying her soul out, as she heard her front door close. How could she have let him have his way with her! He had pleasured her and won. She was giving him all the reasons to actually believe she was a slut that he obviously thought.
Lisa led a sleepless night. She had to spend around thirty minutes in the shower to fully recover her senses. If Dominic Gladden thought he would intimidate her, he could go to hell! She would try all she could manage to help her father!
The one week went by and Lisa had to admit, there was really little she could do. She had not spoken openly to her father but after personally going through everything, it was clear that her father had neglected the business to incur huge losses. Cassie tried the best she could around her network but still there were no financial agencies ready to invest such enormous amounts on the guarantee of L&C which was still a rising enterprise. She could not let her father down but could she handle what Dominic was proposing?
Lisa fought her increasing panic while approaching the restaurant she had to meet Dominic. He was already waiting for her, dressed in a grey suit. She had thought over and over on how to proceed. Lisa had also done a little enquiry about on his marital status and was shocked to discover that Dominic's wife, Angel Merchant Gladden, had died two month ago. Her death had been attributed to natural courses but there was no other information available on her. It was almost suspicious to her but Lisa did not linger over the issues, busy trying to find a way to help her father.
"I don't want to marry you" Lisa exclaimed. These were the first words which left her mouth after being seated next to him.
"Oh, I see that you have been able to find another source of finance." Dominic said, his eyes piercing into hers, to her very soul.
"Hmm, no"
"So, we can fix a wedding date after the paper work?"
"No!"
"So you decided your father isn't worth the sacrifice then? I wonder if it's really a sacrifice...I can't help thinking of how eager you were wh"
"Stop it! Am not gonna listen to your non-stop nonsense!"
"What exactly are you here for?"
"I came to make a deal." Lisa paused, trying to find the right words.
Dominic raised his eyebrows but she continued rapidly, however, still not sure of herself.
"I agree to sleep with you but not to get married."
"As luscious this great body of yours is, the prize seems a little high for a night," he said, cruelly.
"I, huh, did not mean for one night, we could do it, well, huh, whenever, you want."
"Oh, you plan to be the sacrificed lamb? Laying over while I make love to you?"
