Stay Away From My Man
1394 Words
“Yes, I f*****g called him Daddy, and who knows, maybe we might actually f**k, okay?”
Katya’s mouth fell open, but I was already too far gone to pretend I had any dignity left.
“Do I want that?” I continued, leaning closer so I would not have to explain myself to the entire clubhouse. “Yes, Katya, I do. I want that man so badly that my body has apparently stopped taking instructions from me.”
Her eyes widened, but I lifted one finger before she could interrupt.
“You asked, so now you are going to listen. I want to know what Dominic looks like when he finally loses that annoying control he carries around like a second leather jacket. I want to hear whether that deep voice stays calm when my mouth is on him and he is the one struggling to breathe.”
“Sasha.”
“No, do not Sasha me now. You dragged the truth out of me, and unfortunately, the truth is naughty.”
Katya slapped a hand over her mouth, but I could see the laughter shaking her shoulders.
“I want those huge hands on me again, except next time I do not want him pretending he is checking me for weapons. I want him touching me because he wants to. I want him grabbing my ass, pulling me against him, and kissing me until I forget my own name.”
“You have known him for twenty minutes.”
“I know, and somehow those twenty minutes have been more sexually productive than my entire relationship with Derek.”
Katya choked on a laugh.
“I am serious. Dominic barely touched me, and my body started behaving like it had been waiting for him personally. The second his hand closed around my throat, every sensible thought in my head packed a suitcase and left.”
“You liked that part a lot, didn’t you?”
“I liked it enough to wonder what else those hands could do.”
Her eyebrows climbed.
“And yes, I want to see what he is hiding inside those jeans because what I felt through the denim was already disrespectfully large.”
“Disrespectfully?”
“Yes. There was no reason for him to be standing there with that much confidence pressed against his zipper while expecting me to behave normally.”
Katya stared at me like I had finally lost my mind.
I had.
“I want to drop to my knees and choke on his d**k. I want to hear him say my name in that rough voice while his fingers are tangled in my hair. I want him staring down at me like he cannot decide whether I am the best decision he has ever made or the mistake that is about to ruin his life.”
Katya slowly placed both hands on the counter.
“Girl.”
“I am not finished.”
“There is more?”
“There is always more when a man looks like Dominic.”
She made a strangled noise, but I continued because my mouth had apparently broken free from my brain.
“I want him to put me against that wall again and stop treating me like I might break. I want him holding my hips, touching every place. I want his finger in my p***y, going in and out”
Katya blinked several times.
“I want his mouth on my neck, his hands on my breasts, and that voice in my ear telling me exactly what he wants me to do. I want to feel him lose control because of me, and I want to enjoy every second of knowing that I did it.”
“Sasha, you are frightening me a little.”
“I am frightening myself. Twenty minutes ago, I was crying over Derek, and now I am standing here wondering whether Dominic would tear my clothes or take his time removing them.”
Katya grabbed my arm.
“Which one do you want?”
I considered it seriously.
“Both. I want him impatient enough to rip something and controlled enough to make me suffer first.”
Her mouth dropped open again.
I took my glass back and swallowed a long mouthful.
“There. Are you happy now?”
Katya stared at me for several seconds before shaking her head slowly.
“No. I am actually wetter than you are, and I was not even inside the room.”
I nearly spat out my drink.
Before I could answer, someone slammed hard into my shoulder.
A tall woman stood behind me in black leather, dark hair spilling over her shoulders and red lipstick.
“Excuse me?”
Her eyes narrowed.
“Who are you?”
I glanced at Katya, but she had suddenly become extremely interested in the empty glass in front of her.
That was suspicious.
I looked back at the woman.
“I was about to ask you the same thing, considering you just walked into me like your brakes stopped working.”
Her expression hardened.
“You spent a lot of time in there with my man.”
I slowly glanced toward the hallway where I had left Dominic.
Then I looked back at her.
“Your man?”
“Your man?”
The woman’s lips curled into a smile, but there was nothing friendly about it. She looked me over again, taking her sweet time with it, as though she were searching for something she could insult first.
“Yes, my man,” she said. “Dominic. The one you just spent forever locked in a room with.”
I glanced at Katya again.
She still would not look at me.
That told me everything I needed to know.
I turned back to the woman and folded my arms under my chest. “That is interesting because Dominic did not mention having a girlfriend.”
Her smile disappeared.
“He does not need to explain his personal life to every desperate girl who walks through the door.”
There it was.
The b***h had arrived fully dressed and ready for work.
I looked down at myself, pretending to inspect myself. “Do I look desperate?”
“You look like you came straight from somebody’s bedroom with your clothes stuffed into a bag.”
My fingers tightened around my glass.
Katya finally looked up. “Lilith, leave it alone.”
“I am talking to you now,” Katya replied, sliding off her stool. “You bumped into her on purpose, so either apologize or keep walking.”
Lilith laughed quietly. “Why would I apologize to someone who has been here for less than an hour and already thinks she can put her hands on what belongs to me?”
What belongs to you?” I asked, staring at her as though she had just announced that Dominic came with a receipt and her name printed across his chest. “Girl, please. I am really not in the mood for this jealous-girlfriend performance tonight, so either you get your territorial ass away from me, or I tell you exactly how I was searched by your man.”
I made sure to drag out the words your man, because if she wanted to stand there claiming ownership over a grown man who had spent the last ten minutes with his hand around my throat and his erection underneath my palm, then she deserved to hear precisely how well her property had behaved.
Katya slowly turned her head toward me.
Her expression clearly said, Sasha, do not do it.
Unfortunately, my mouth had already put on running shoes.
Lilith looked me up and down, then released a laugh that sounded so fake and bitter that it probably needed sugar. “You really think I care about some pathetic little search?”
“You walked across an entire clubhouse to bump into me and interrogate me about it, so yes, I think you care enough to lose sleep.”
“I came over here to warn you.”
“Well, consider me warned. Was there anything else, or can I return to discussing your man’s d**k with my friend?”
Katya inhaled so sharply that I heard it over the music.
“You filthy little bitch.”
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