TNT, A Tommy and Tia Novella: The Dominator Series, Book 1.5

by DD Prince

No hesitation. Fuck, but I was rock-hard for her.

  I was about to make her beg some more, but I could smell her arousal mingling with the scent of the vanilla, chocolate, and berries, could feel her legs trembling, and that look of lust and submission in her eyes? Fuck. I couldn’t stop my pelvis from slamming ahead, planting me inside her to the root. I held her hips and my pace went powerful, frantic. This was my girl, my wife, my fucking life.

  This night needed to be magical, memorable, and I wanted her to look back on it when we were old and grey and still feel her belly flip and face get hot at the memory of it.

  Minutes later, I was on my back and my cock was covered with ice cream and Tia’s mouth.

  Fuck, but she was good at giving head.

  Tia

  This man had given me a lot of orgasms in our short time together, the best of my life, but wedding night sex was something else. It was beautiful. It was dirty. It was more than I could’ve ever hoped for.

  It started off dirty, with a bucket of ice cream and a spreader bar, and continued past shower time (where we had against-the-wall sex with him in my ass, a vibrator in my pussy), and ended with sweet vanilla lovemaking, the lights on, him staring into my eyes as he sank inside me, cradling my face, kissing my mouth, telling me over and over that he loved me.

  I loved this man so fricking much.

  ***

  It was morning.

  We’d had blueberry crepes with bacon. A beautiful room service breakfast with a vase of red roses. We also had sex with that spreader bar woven creatively through the headboard and my wrists attached. I was unable to move while he fucked me from behind, finishing in my ass, the vibrator pulsating against my clit.

  ***

  “Awe,” I said with a pout, while packing our things.

  “Hm?” he asked, zipping up the tuxedo garment bag.

  “Our ice cream melted. I wanted some more. I liked it even more than the stuff from home.”

  “There’s some in the freezer at the beach house for us,” he said and kissed my earlobe. “With your name on it so no one feeds it to the kids.”

  “Woo hoo!” I exclaimed. “Though, I’d share it with the kids if they wanted some.”

  “I know,” he said. “So there’s also some for whoever with no one’s name on it, too.”

  “You thought of everything, Ice Cream Parlor Hottie Hubby.”

  He winked and opened the door for me as we headed out to our limo.

  We were stopping a few minutes later, though, in front of a market. The chauffeur exited and opened the door. Tommy stepped out and reached for my hand.

  “Ooh,” I looked. “This place looks like a … holy crap. You’re taking me here?”

  “Not me, no. This is Mercado Central. I knew this would be a fun thing for you and the girls, so we’re meeting them. You, Contessa, Luciana, Bee, n’ Lisa can shop till you drop. Here.” He handed me a wad of cash and a credit card. I squealed and threw my arms around him.

  “You remember the pin?”

  “Yep.”

  “Go wild,” he invited. “Nino’s guarding you girls. He has two helpers, but stay together. Me n’ Dare are meeting Zack for a quick meeting here and Ed n’ Sarah are takin’ all the kids to some water park.”

  I gasped. “I wanna go to a water park, too!”

  He laughed. “How ‘bout we stay overnight tonight in a hotel, the whole family, then tomorrow, you and the girls can take the kids again before we go back to the beach house. Buy swimsuits. Not a skimpy one.” He poked my nose. “Me ‘n the boys’ll play golf. Ed’s been busy with the kids a lot so he’ll be stoked. Guy loves golf.”

  “Sounds like a plan.”

  “These guys leave day after tomorrow. Then I get you all to myself.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

  “You’re the best husband ever, my husband.”

  “Love you, baby girl,” he said against my lips.

  He walked me to a restaurant where the girls were all sitting with beverages, Luc and Bianca giggling, Tess staring off into space.

  Lisa spotted us first and nudged Bianca.

  “First up, shopping shoes,” I said, pointing to my tall red-bottomed heels. These would kill my feet. Luc packed for me during the wedding when Tommy told her he was whisking me away to a hotel for our wedding night. I’d have picked shorts and a tank top with flip flops. Nope, my first day as a newly married woman was all glamorous clothing and high heels, so I’d even done my hair and make-up before we left the hotel.

  It wasn’t a waste, though. My new husband kissed me breathless after telling me I looked gorgeous.

  The girls got to their feet and hugs were exchanged.

  “Good day, Mrs. Ferrano,” Luc greeted.

  “Good day,” I tipped my head and smiled. “Oh, and a fabulous hat. I need a fabulous hat, too. You guys, if it’s okay with all of you, we’re staying here in San Jose for the night at a hotel. Waterpark tomorrow?”

  Everyone readily agreed, but it’d mean more shopping for overnight supplies. We were a ninety plus minute drive away from the beach house.

  All of them were dressed fabulously with hats and shades and sensible but stylish shoes, clearly prepared for a day of shopping.

  My first day as Mrs. Tommy Ferrano was spent shopping with my cousin, my new sisters, and Lisa, who we didn’t joke about being my new stepmother-in-law. Joking was done, but cautiously with both Tess and Lisa being in mourning. But, I’m pretty sure that the day… shopping and laughing with other girls about silly stuff… it was a good day for them both, too.

  Married Life

  Tia

  The beach house had been quiet for a whole five minutes. Everyone pitched in and cleaned and tidied before they left, so I wasn’t left with the sort of mess you’d expect after having eight extra adults and seven children.

  “There’s enough food left in here to feed us for a month,” I announced, looking into the refrigerator.

  It was nighttime, dark, and there was nothing to do but lounge for the rest of the evening.

  “Good, because we’re gonna need lots of fuel,” he said, as I shut the door. I felt the hard, hot wall of him behind me.

  “You hungry already?”

  “Mm hm.” His mouth was against my throat.

  I felt his erection at my lower back.

  Oh. Hungry, but not for food.

  He lifted me up into his arms and carried me upstairs, eyes intent and not at all playful.

  I swallowed hard, feeling my heart pick up pace.

  We were in our room and in front of the tall, freestanding mirror. He set me on my feet, then was behind me, holding my hair in a fist gently, passionately kissing my throat. My head rolled back.

  “What are we doing?” I asked the mirror innocently.

  He lifted the hem of my sundress, pulled it over my head, and tossed it. And then I heard and felt him working his fly behind me. He hooked his thumbs into my panties at my hips and hauled them down and dropped them to the floor. His pants landed on the floor, too, then he kicked them away.

  His cock nudged between my legs, making me sidestep to open for him. As I kicked the little lacy thong off, he abruptly drove inside, hooking an arm around my waist, catching me by absolute surprise.

  “Ah!” My head rolled back against his chest.

  “Eyes on mine,” he barked and slapped me right between the legs. I jolted and my eyes met his in the mirror. His whisky irises were intense, on me, commanding me. No Ice Cream Parlor Hottie here. This was my Dominator.

  “Arms looped around my neck,” he ordered, driving in and out slowly, deliberately, but his pelvis hitting my backside with purpose each time.

  I lifted my arms high and clasped my fingers together behind his neck. He craned it to kiss my temple, worked my clit with his fingers on his right hand, and yanked both cups of my bra down, one at a time. He then plucked at my nipple with the fingers on his left hand.

  My eyes drifted shut as I let the sensations wash over me.

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nbsp; An abrupt slap on my pussy both stung and sent jolts of pleasure through me at the exact same time.

  “Eyes on me, baby girl.”

  “’Kay, Tommy.”

  “Such a good girl, my little wife.”

  I smiled. “Love you.”

  He slapped again and I yelped. “Ouch, I didn’t look away!”

  He slapped yet again. “That’s for bein’ so fuckin’ irresistible.”

  My breath started to come faster. I was nearing a climax.

  “Don’t come,” he warned, quickening his thrusts, shorter thrusts, but faster and with even more power. And then my breasts were against the mirror, my face smushed as he was losing control, going harder and harder.

  I started to whimper. So close…

  How could I not come?

  I couldn’t see him now, but it wasn’t my fault --- it was the way he had me against the mirror.

  “Don’t come, I said,” he grunted and held tight between my legs, stopping the motion on my clit, but continuing to drive in over and over.

  “Please,” I whined, putting my hands against the mirror and pushing back a bit so I could get enough space to look up and see his expression in the mirror. Hot damn, but he was hot. Pumping into me, eyes on my ass, watching himself enter me. He grabbed my butt cheeks and parted them, eyes still watching down there. And he was close, too. Ready to blow his load inside me.

  I was so insanely turned on.

  “Please let me come.”

  “Not yet.” He slapped it again and the ringing slap burned. He pulled out of the front and then his cock was nudging in back. I yelped. My legs were shaking. They were like Jell-O. He was back in front, evidently opting not to go the back-door route.

  “The b-bed…” I whined. “Can’t stand up anymore.”

  “Fuck, no. Do it for me. Stay on your feet, baby girl.”

  I nodded, getting lost in sensation, trying to muster up strength in my noodley legs. His fingers were circling my clit some more. Yep. I was a wet noodle filled with sensation. I wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer.

  I don’t think he was going to be able to, either.

  “Who do you belong to?”

  “You, Tommy. You.”

  “Go. Come, Tia!” he ordered.

  He circled faster while driving forward, rotating his hips with each slam, and it did not take more than a few thrusts, a few circles, before I came unglued. Loudly. Shaking all over, seeing my own o-face in the mirror as I came really fricking hard.

  He hauled me up into his arms, put me in the bed and finished me off, finishing himself off, staring into my eyes from on top of me. When he finally came with a shudder and a guttural “Tia”, he rolled, taking me with him, and then we both passed out, pretzeled together.

  ***

  Can’t breathe. Can’t. Breathe.

  Something was on me. On top of me? My throat. My throat was being crushed.

  Growling. Growling?

  “Tommy?” I clawed. Where was Tommy? Where the fuck was Tommy? I grasped, clawed at the invisible forearm. Tommy?

  Oh God, this was him. This was Tommy.

  This was him in the pitch dark on top of me, holding me down with his weight, choking me out, crushing my windpipe. I dug my nails in and tried my hardest to pull air into my lungs. My feet were kicking. My other arm was pinned under his body somewhere. A knee? I grabbed for him, clawing, slapping, struggling.

  And then he let me go.

  I was gasping. Air. Precious air.

  The light went on. He was hovering over me. His face was bewildered. I was gasping, choking, still kicking…in an absolute state of terror.

  He pulled me up into his arms. “Oh fucking shit! Shit! Talk to me, Athena. Talk to me.”

  I was sputtering and choking. He was rocking me. I wanted him off of me. I tried to shove away, but he wasn’t letting go.

  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.”

  I pushed and shoved while I kept coughing and crying. He wasn’t letting me go.

  “Baby, please…” He croaked out.

  I finally went limp in his arms and he loosened his grip. That’s when I pushed away and pointed in his face and I hoarsely screeched at him. “Please, please get some fucking help!”

  I stormed out of the room, downstairs to the kitchen and drank a bottle of water, choking on it.

  He was behind me.

  I spun around to glare at him.

  His eyes were filled with horror. Both of his hands were in his hair and he was just shaking his head.

  “Get some fucking counseling, Tommy, before you kill me and wake up alone with nothing but your fucking demons!”

  I stormed past him, knocking him with my shoulder, and then I was back up the stairs and in the bedroom farthest away from ours, the one that Lisa and I had slept in the night before my wedding.

  I climbed into the bed, under the covers, and bawled my eyes out. For a long fucking time.

  A while later, he was climbing in, and it woke me. It was dawn.

  “Hey.” He curled into my back. His skin was warm and he smelled like bodywash. He’d just had a shower.

  “Let me guess,” I mused hoarsely. My throat was very sore from all the screaming, I guess. Sore inside, sore outside. Another bruised throat, courtesy of Tommy Ferrano. “Half the night on the roof punching the punching bag and swimming your frustrations away?”

  “No,” he said. “Half a bottle of whisky and a call to my counselor.”

  I jolted in surprise. “Your counselor?”

  “Oliver. Yeah.”

  “You woke up your counselor in the middle of the night?”

  “It was office hours already in London.”

  I said nothing.

  “I did a quick sesh just before our wedding, to get a feel for the guy. Wasn’t convinced I’d do a second call. Slept good for a few nights, even with the house full, even with the wedding hubbub. Was busy in the boathouse, building stuff, fixin’ shit. Figured that helped, thought I’d found a way to get my mind off shit, you know?”

  I nodded, not saying anything.

  His arms were around me; he was spooning me. He kissed my neck. “But, I don’t know what the fuck. Clearly, I’m not past it. Gonna get you that zapper. Not jokin’. Sleep with it under your pillow until this thing is under control.”

  “Maybe I’ll just sleep in here. Safer that way.”

  “Fucking no!” he barked. My body jolted.

  He sighed and kissed my jaw. “I need you beside me, baby. Honest to fucking God. Without you beside me at night, who the fuck knows how bad it’d be. You have any idea how much better my nights have gotten since you? Even despite this shit weighing on me.”

  “Better get me a big zapper,” I grumbled.

  He sighed. “I’m so fucking sorry, Tia. He and I are gonna talk at least three times a week while I figure this shit out. Okay? Promise. I’ll work on it. All of it. All that’s fucked in my head.”

  I chewed my cheek.

  “Come back to our bed.”

  He grabbed my hand and we left that room and went back to ours.

  He fell asleep with me in his arms. I slipped away a little while later, heading down to get coffee and some serenity out on the dock sitting in the chair he made with his own strong hands. His own lethal hands. His own loving hands.

  I blinked away fresh tears and sat.

  It was a beautiful chair. I rubbed my hand along the arm, seeing my wedding and engagement rings shimmer in the sunlight.

  It was a beautiful day.

  And my throat hurt inside and out, and even more than that, my heart hurt.

  Tommy

  Tia and I weren’t in a great place for a few days after I’d nearly choked her to death.

  We went to the nearby market the day after the choking, and I sat to read the paper while letting her wander the vendors. She was out of my sight barely a few minutes when I couldn’t stand it. Felt like my throat was closing up. Had to go find he
r.

  I was doing counseling but I didn’t fuckin’ like it. Didn’t wanna answer half the guy’s questions. Somehow, he didn’t get frustrated with me. So, I kept calling on the days we had appointments. In between that, I spent a lot of time in the workshop out back. Having something to do distracted me.

  I tried to be gentle and sweet with her. I tried to be her ice cream shop guy.

  But, then it was the day after my brother’s twenty fifth birthday. Tia and I had been on web cam with the family while they sang and he blew out candles back home, gave our best wishes.

  My brother and I had been talking constantly about the efforts to get every aspect of the business ship-shape so we could decide what to sell, what to keep. Some businesses would probably be sold to guys that worked for us, enabling us to keep them indebted to us in case we needed to retain certain connections. Others would be sold to whoever wanted to buy, where we didn’t have to keep any grey area ties.

  Some things we’d keep, let the current staff run things and continue to reap the profits.

  We were feeling pretty positive about the business end, but then after his birthday, my brother tells me that our father arranged his betrothal, too. He got a call about his 25th birthday gift. Pop arranged it just before he died.

  And unlike me who was given a girl who was the daughter of my father’s lost childhood sweetheart, Dare was given an American bombshell sex slave who’d been a sex slave for two years, perfectly trained to meet his every desire.

  We were fuckin’ shocked. Both of us. We knew Pop felt like he was untouchable not long before he died. That was one of the reasons we had to be punished. More accurately, me, for having the audacity to challenge him, to supposedly poison Dare against loyalty to him.

  Dare was pissed. “What the fuck can I do but go there and take her? Get that done and figure out what’s next, how to get out of it?”

  He had no choice. He had to go to Thailand and pick up his gift. Bring her home. Appease the partners our Pop had signed some blood oath with. Dare and I were now partners in a sex slave resort. A very profitable one with clients around the world that consisted of a long list of very powerful people we would not want to make enemies with.