“I expect protectórem’ she offered, an answer to my unasked question.
“I await a protector” I countered, letting out a huge breath I hadn’t been aware I was holding. “That’s a big statement Inta.”
“You think it isn’t possible?” she asked reluctantly.
“It is possible, Inta—but only if you let it happen”
“I won’t hold my breath” she replied so quietly I almost missed it.
“Is that right? Maybe you’ve just never found anyone strong enough.” I offered, only to be met with a grunt of dismissal from her. “Maybe, you’ve never met anyone until now because we were meant to meet, because it’s me who should be your protector…” I said, my voice steady but my heart pounding so hard I could hear it behind my temples, before stepping back from her to give her space to consider what I’d just asked.
“Are you serious?” she questioned, not giving away any emotion whatsoever.
“Inta, I wouldn’t offer if I was absolutely serious. I wouldn’t do that to you—I want to be with you, I want to take care of you”
“Dom, really?” she whispered staring out from under her lashes and considering my every move and reaction.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything, Inta. I felt something between us the first time we met, I’ve been struggling to keep myself in check around you ever since”
“But that’s just a physical thing Dom, you already made it clear that you want sex” she replied, almost relieved that she’d found a way to dismiss what I’d suggested.
“Don’t tell me what I want Inta. Christ, of course I’d love sex, there’s not a man with a pulse who wouldn’t want you in his bed. But that’s only part of it. You’re strong and assertive but also introverted and uncertain. When you work your designs are constrained and tight which is great for tattoos but at the same time I see another side of you that wants to break free of that restriction… You need a break Inta, you need to let someone take care of you for a change. Let me.”
She stood still, her jaw agape in surprise, “Oh—I didn’t realise you were paying so much attention”
I smiled, “You’ve been the centre of my attention since the first day we met; I’ve been amazed constantly by you since”
“Dom, me too—I just didn’t think someone like you would be interested in me with all my… flaws”
“Don’t say that again, Inta, it isn’t true and just so you know I’ve got plenty of shit that’s gone down in my life, I’m by no means perfect either.”
Pulling her tattooed arm up to my mouth and kissing the length of the tattoo, “Come in with me“ I whispered, moving down to unbutton her jeans and capturing her mouth in mine briefly as I did. I pushed them past her hips, slowing only to grab her ass and pull her into me as I knelt before her and slid off her shoes, moving her hands to rest on my shoulders for support as I moved her silently from one foot to the next before stripping her jeans off.
Standing in just a white lace bra and matching panties, from my position at her feet she was perfect. The moon danced gently and purposely across her curves, adding to her already radiant glow.
The roughness of the sea combined with Inta’s lustful and wild expression was spectacular. Our own personal spotlight in the form the massive full moon was nestled above us. I couldn’t have planned for a more perfect setting than nature was instinctively providing us.
Looking up, I realised she’d been watching my every move, had been watching the enjoyment I’d gained by undressing her. Her undivided attention drawing me further into the hypnotic depths of her widening eyes.
Standing to undress, I quickly kicked off my boots and stripped down to my briefs as her hands wove their way across my shoulders before resting around my neck. “I don’t know about going in Dom” she whispered in my ear.
“I wouldn’t put us at risk by getting in if it wasn’t safe. I’ll keep you safe, you don’t need to question that Inta.”
“I just don’t want to get in too deep tonight” she replied, the slightest whisper of fear making it’s voice heard.
“Now Miss Inta, are we still talking about the water?” I teased back. Before she could argue any more, I grabbed her hand and dragged her toward the water. Her screams alternating between excited and scared filling the lull between crashing waves and my own pounding heartbeat.
“Don’t let go of me Dom, please” she pleaded as we reached the waters edge.
“Never” I replied resolutely, and for the first time in my life I actually meant it. In the space of a few weeks Inta had somehow woven her way into my every thought. But it was tonight, the way she touched me at the studio, the way she’d trusted me enough to get on the bike and come for a swim, that had sealed the deal. I wanted her to be mine.
Holding her against me, I carried her into the waves turning my back to block her from the force of each wave. As we got out a little further, I hitched her legs around my waist and pulled her in close. She buried her head into my neck and calmly clung on to my shoulders, her body sliding perfectly into the nook of my neck and chest. I decided it’d be safer to stay in the shallows, heading out just deep enough to keep us under the water and to keep Inta holding onto me. The feeling of her giving herself over to me was breathtaking, this was the first step in encouraging her to release the strangle hold of control she had on everything.
“Want to get out yet?” I whispered.
“Not yet, can we just stay like this for a little longer?”
I nodded, words weren't needed.
“You know, I’ve always wanted to swim in the ocean, feel the waves pounding over me—this is so much more than I’d imagined; thank you Dom” she replied softly, her fingers tracing my jaw and pulling me into her kiss, “hold me like this just a little while longer?”.
“I’d never put you down if I had the choice, Inta” I said genuinely, pushing her hair back off her face and raising her mouth to mine; the rhythm of our kiss soon melding with the ebb and flow of the waves.
“It's getting cold, let’s get out. Come home with me, Inta?” I asked, hoping I’d done enough to secure her.
“Yes.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was a freezing ride home; I'd dried Inta off as best I could with my shirt but even with my heavy riding jacket on I knew she'd still be cold. Not taking a towel was a massive oversight on my part but the spontaneity of our late night swim made it well worth it. It was exhilarating really, the flirting and kiss at the studio, the ride, the impromptu swim, and now here I was taking this gorgeous woman home.
Things were coming together, a new and successful business doing what I loved and tonight Inta had agreed to be mine. Though I knew Inta would be cold, god knows I was feeling the blistering chill myself, I was almost thankful for the long ride home; if only for the time to get my head around what was happening and to recount the night's events so far.
I'd hoped, but never really expected that things between Inta and I would progress so quickly. But, as interested as she seemed, there was still hurdles to overcome—she wanted to be free but I had a feeling she’d fight against losing her control.
Pulling into my garage, I killed the engine and reached around for Inta before realising she was already off the bike and attempting to remove her helmet. Brushing her hands aside, I was shocked at how icy cold they were. Quickly stripping her out of the jacket and helmet, I grabbed for her hands and held them inside mine, "Come inside, let's get you warmed up", I said, pulling her in front of me and holding her close in a vain attempt to pass on some body warmth.
Without switching any lights on, I ushering her through the kitchen and lounge, feeling her body tensing as we moved. I knew she was nervous about how a relationship between us would work and knew I had to refrain from being too overbearing straightaway, but I really couldn't see the problem. There was no way I was losing her from my life and no way I’d mess up what had the potential to be a perfect relationship for us both. It was just that simple, convincing he
r of that mightn't be.
"You ok, Inta?" I asked as I turned her by the shoulders into the bathroom.
"I… I'm freezing!" she exclaimed, before burst into chattering laughter, "I don't… don't… think I've ever been this… cold".
Her laughter somehow dissolved the nervousness that had been building; and for the first time since arriving home I felt relaxed. Leading her into the bathroom, I reached in and turned the shower to hot.
Turning to her, she was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, trying unsuccessfully to take off her shoes; her shivering hands more of a hindrance than a help.
“Ah… Miss Inta, allow me” I said, before working swiftly to remove the rest of her clothes despite my desperate urge to take it slowly and relish in the delight of undressing this perfect woman for the second time in one evening. Slowing as I got to her bra and panties, I looked to her for permission and received it in the form of a slow and inviting nod. Pulling her in close, I reached for her bra and unclasped it, dropping it to the floor before sliding my fingers into her panties and dragging them down to her ankles.
I’d have stood and breathed her in all night had she not been shivering so much; instead I quickly threw off my own clothes and pulled her into the shower, which had now steamed up the entire bathroom.
“Oh” she moaned, throwing her head back against my shoulder, “I’ve never needed a hot shower so much in my life.”
As she relaxed into me, her ass grinding back against me, I realised the bedroom was the first place to start getting her used to giving up her control. Grabbing her waist, I spun her around to face me before pushing her back against the cool tiles, “First things first Miss Inta—“
“Mmmm” she moaned, reaching up to try and kiss me.
Pulling back and placing a finger against her mouth, “As I was saying, the first thing we need to sort out is how this” I said tracing my hand from her lips to her breasts, “is going to work.”
“I’ve got some ideas” she said, leaning up on her toes in attempt to capture my mouth.
“I’m sure you do” I smirked, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on her forehead, “but—if you want to see what it’s like to give up control, the first place we should practice that is here—“ I whispered, reaching between her legs and cupping her mound in my hand, pressing firmly on her clit.
Her body stiffened and a moan escaped her lips as she began rocking slowly against my fingers. She just couldn’t help herself trying to take control of the situation. Leaning down, I planted a firmer kiss against her mouth, whispering, “Oh Inta, have you not heard a word I’ve said?” before moving both hands away from her body.
“Dom—hey, that’s not fair!”
“Nope Miss Inta, probably not, but if you want this we need to set some ground rules, and you, you need to stick to them”.
Reaching past her to turn off the shower, I stepped out and grabbed a towel for her, “Come, let’s get you dry”.
Staring at me with an expression that wavered between decidedly pissed off and wild need, it struck me, not for the first time, what an amazing beauty she was.
Her eyes surveyed my body, before finally resting on my own excitement which was clearly on display. Walking toward me, she put her hand out to take the towel which I kept firmly to myself.
“Dom, can I have the towel?”
“Nope, come closer, let me get you dry”
“That’s ridiculous—I can do it faster and anyway—“ she started.
“Well, you can drip dry or you can come over and let me dry you off—your choice Inta”
“Dom, come on—“
“You wanna drip dry, huh?” I said, taking the towel and starting to dry myself off smirking at her while she stood, looking more and more infuriated as I stood now completely dry.
Moments passed as our stand-off intensified; Inta was determined to not give in and I was standing firm on maintaining control of the situation. One of us needed to relent and I knew it wouldn’t be me; hell I could stand here all night looking at her naked.
“Why are you doing this Dom?” she asked quietly.
“Because you want me to Inta” I replied simply.
“I don’t recall asking for this—“ she whispered back.
“But you did. You want to feel free, you want to give up having to always be in control—then give it up to me. I need you to trust me Inta. This can’t, wont, work without absolute trust. If something’s wrong you have to tell me, if something doesn’t feel right I have to know. I have to be able to trust you that you’ll be honest with me. Most of all, you’re going to have to let go of the need to control everything—I can handle that for you—let me take charge of things Inta, starting with this.”
“I’ve had to be like this to keep my family afloat for so long now; it’s not a switch I can just flick off—it’s going to take me some time to adjust” she said, taking a small step toward me to fill the gap I’d created. “I can’t not be in control of my everyday life Dom, I wouldn’t even know how to give that up, I don’t know that I want to either”.
“I’m not controlling you Inta, and to be clear I don’t want to control you. But, can’t you see that if you let your guard down and let me in, you can relax and let me take care of you?” I replied, noticing that she was starting to soften to my words.
Seconds passed before she made the first move, walking over and standing before me, her eyes searching mine for some kind of confirmation that this was the right thing to do. Wrapping the towel around her, I pulled her close to me and whispered into her hair, “Let me in Inta, I promise I won’t let you down”.
I dried her, silently, turning her around to dry her hair; as keen as I was to get Inta in my bed, there was work to be done between us before that could happen.
Wrapping the towel around her, I held both her hands before moving us silently from the bathroom to my bedroom stopping only to grab a t-shirt from my drawers for her before sliding it over her head and pulling her in close to me.
“You feel so good Dom—“ she said sleepily, snuggling in closer and resting her palms against my chest. “Give me a chance, I want to be yours, I just can’t guarantee it’s going to happen straightaway the way you want it to”.
“You’re wrong about that Inta, this is going exactly to plan”
“What do you mean, ‘going to plan’?” she asked, pulling back to look me in the eye.
“The plan was to get you in my arms, I’ve got that” I replied, pulling her in so tightly I could feel her heartbeat against my skin, “the biggest challenge was always going to be getting you to trust me enough to get close. Everything else will fall into place when it’s meant to. Now, let’s rest—we can talk tomorrow” I said, pulling down the covers and settling her into the bed.
CHAPTER NINE
Well this was a first for me, a gorgeous woman half naked in my bed and no inclination to make the most of the situation. Inta had seemed a little surprised too that we were merely sleeping together tonight rather than having sex, but at the same time I sensed relief from her.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want her, in fact quite the opposite, I’d thought of nothing but Inta since the day we’d met. But I wanted to do this properly, I wanted to earn her trust and make her believe in me; Inta’s wellbeing was more important than anything else right now.
I’d always found comfort in the feeling of having control and it was clear that Inta found some kind of comfort in it as well, but from everything she’d shared with me, she was tired of the strain of it. And fair enough too, from what I could gather her brother’s death had changed her role in life significantly. I couldn’t imagine losing a brother, god that in itself must be hard enough but to have to have your parents then switch off from life and leave you to handle the fall out was unthinkable. It was no wonder Inta was crumbling from the pressure. In fact, more surprising was that she’d handled it herself for so long; there was no way I would let her down.
Pulling her into me and fe
eling her settle against me, I knew I could relieve the pressure for her; knew for the first time in my life I was ready to take the plunge into a relationship.
I felt, rather than heard her soft sobs, the gentle heaving of her body waking me from my sleep. Suddenly alert, I sprang up and rolled her over only to find her still asleep; clearly having a bad dream.
“Inta… ssshhh… wake up” I spoke softly, trying desperately to wake her gently and without alarm. Moments passed before she finally opened her eyes looking almost surprised to be waking up beside me before the realisation of what was happening dawned on her. “You were crying—what’s wrong Inta?”
“God, sorry… I’m sorry Dom. I haven’t had a nightmare since—“ she trailed off.
“Inta, don’t ever apologise for being upset. And, you didn’t finish—you haven’t had a nightmare since what?”
“Nothing, it doesn’t matter. I’m tired and if you want me on my game tomorrow at work, you’d better let me get some sleep” she said before sidling against me, and rubbing her smooth hands across my thighs, dipping tantalisingly close to my cock.
“I’ll let you off the hook this time Inta, but I want to talk about the nightmare, tomorrow. And as for this…” I said grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head, “I thought we discussed that I was taking charge of this—“.
Her gasp was just the invitation I needed.
“Spread your legs Inta”, I growled, crawling over her and settling between her legs before reaching up and pulling off her shirt.
"Dom" she exclaimed, "this is a side of you I wasn't expecting!"
"Enough talk, Inta” I said before taking her mouth in mine.
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