Capello Brothers 2 Command My Heart

by J'aimee Brooker

  "Let go of my hands Dom, I want—" she started.

  “Let me take control of this Inta—trust me, if you relax and let me take care of your pleasure you will enjoy yourself”, I said lowering my mouth to her breast, gently biting her nipple to attention. "Will you do that Inta?" I asked, moving to the other breast.

  Her moans of consent filled the silence, but I needed more than that. I wanted her to give herself over to me.

  "Inta, will you do that? I need your answer" I whispered more pointedly in her ear.

  "Yes, Dom" she murmured before falling limp beneath me.

  "You ok?" I asked, uncertain of what had just happened.

  "You want me Dom; I'm yours—I won't fight you" she whispered back, a slow smirk appearing across her lips.

  Settling on my knees between her legs, I slid my hands under her hips and drew her body upward to my mouth, settling her knees over my shoulders before drawing her sweetness to my lips. As my tongue lapped at her openness in this position, she remained true to her word; her hands flat against the bed and making no attempt at taking over.

  As she slowly relaxed against the rhythm of my tongue, I slid my fingers into her sex and felt her arch against my hand. Realising she was rocking against my mouth and hand, I slowly withdrew both, leaving her wide-eyed and surprised.

  "Did you like that Miss Inta?" I asked, lowering her to the bed before settling between her legs, my cock desperately seeking out her heat.

  "Dom, please, I was close—"

  "I could feel that Inta" I whispered, before pushing my length into her causing us to moan loudly in unison. "Keep your eyes open Inta. Let me watch you" I said, falling into a hard and unforgiving rhythm.

  "I… I can't Dom…" she moaned, each thrust causing her eyes to close involuntarily.

  "Not good enough Inta. I want to watch you, I want you to watch too" I said, pounding hard to accentuate my demand, her eyes closing again in the process.

  "I can't help it Dom—"

  "This might be a good reminder then" I said, pulling the pillow out from under her head and holding her throat in my hand, directing her immediate eye contact directly to me. The spark of rage I knew was just beneath the surface shone through yet her eyes glazed over, willing me to give her a release.

  "Harder, Dom" she whispered, more a plea than a request and one that I couldn't deny her.

  Holding her hips, I dove deeper into her and felt the tension re-entering her body as she approached climax. As she called out my name, I knew I'd given her the release she'd been so desperately craving.

  "I didn't know it could be like that. Can we do it again?" she whispered as I dropped forward to rest my forehead on her chest.

  "Didn't know it could be like what?" I finally mustered, exhausted from the marathon efforts.

  "Freeing." she whispered back, "I didn't know I could feel so free".

  CHAPTER TEN

  At this rate I’d never make it out of the studio.

  The paperwork was continuing to multiply, wages had to be paid, and I had several trade accounts to set up. It was no wonder Roman hadn’t had a relationship in so long and went to the extreme of having a bedroom and bathroom built into his main studio. There was enough work to do to keep me busy 24 hours a day and even then I’d only maintain business, not actually grow it like I wanted to do.

  With my thoughts constantly drifting to Inta and the way things had progressed; it was bound to be a distracted day. From the way she looked drifting off to sleep in the early hours of the morning once we finally feel apart exhausted and satisfied, to the way she tossed and turned wrestling with herself to fall into a deep sleep.

  I was bothered by the way she’d skirted around my questions about her nightmare and I’d let it go, content to have her in my arms and mindful not to put too much pressure on her straightaway.

  Forcing myself back to the moment, at the very minimum, I had to put through the wages and keep up with the clients. Even then, I’d be lucky to make it out in time to cook for Inta like I’d promised. The last thing I wanted was for her to think I wasn’t committed to putting effort into a relationship.

  I opened up my computer and quickly went about paying wages and the few invoices that needed attention. Time management had never been my strong suite, but if I was going to succeed and make the most of this business, now was the time to learn. As the day ticked away more quickly than I anticipated, I was dragged back to thoughts of Inta. We’d had to come to work together this morning on the bike, and though she put on a brave face I knew she was bothered by it. Checking the time, I figured if I left now I had enough time to get back in time to catch Inta before she left for the day. Grabbing my helmet and keys, I headed out the back door and sped off.

  I finally had everything under control at the office, my mid-afternoon plans had gone well and I’d had time to drop in and talk to Roman and tell him about Inta and I.

  What had started as an unproductive day had turned out well in the end. Heading out into the studio, I noticed that the guys were all busy with clients and Inta had just finished up for the day.

  Winking in her direction, her face blushed but she met my eye contact and smiled cheekily back. I tapped my watch and she mouthed “five minutes” to me. Checking the bookings schedule, I noticed Valenti and Halls would be finishing at the same time and would be able to close up for the night. Great, everything was falling into place nicely.

  Settling back into my chair, I shut my eyes for the first time all day; I was so tired. It took a while to get Inta relaxed last night and once she did, her need for release was intense. We’d finally fallen apart, utterly exhausted in the early hours of the morning after a marathon session and though I was exhausted, I knew already I was keen to back up again tonight.

  As if reading my thoughts, I looked up to see Inta sashaying past my office and giving me a wink on the way past. It was time to split and get this gorgeous woman home.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  We'd been together a few weeks and though we were spending every available minute together, each day still felt new and fresh and fun—a first for me given my track record with relationships. Inta had slowly overcome some of her fears about giving up control and was finally starting to enjoy her new relaxed and carefree lifestyle.

  Pulling away from her, I murmured, “I’ll take you home, you can get some supplies before the weekend” before returning my attention back to nuzzling her neck.

  “I should have the weekend at home Dom” she whispered, “I’ve spent every waking moment either here or at your place for weeks, I barely know what my place looks like anymore!” she replied, throwing her head back to allow me more access to her neck.

  “You’re luckier than me; I haven’t even been invited back to your place yet”, I said with mock outrage.

  “Ha! That’s because your house is so perfect Dom, I don’t want to leave there” she laughed back.

  Now that got my attention. I’d wondered why she’d never invited me back to her place—it was a compliment that she found my home so comfortable, I wondered if now was the right time to ask her to move in with me. We’d both become consumed in each other and the direction that the relationship was heading. Every time we parted, I felt like I was losing a part of myself so to me it seemed only natural that she’d move in with me, sooner rather than later.

  “Let’s go”, I said, straightening up and pulling her shirt back up onto her shoulders.

  “Where?” she said excitedly.

  “I want you now, Miss Inta. It’s either here on my desk again” I said with a smirk, “or back at your place".

  “Oh Dom, you are persistent” she smiled, already unbuttoning her shirt. “I love it when you take me on your desk.”

  Who was I to argue, we’d get to her place eventually even if it was just to pack her stuff up so she could move in with me.

  We’d finished up the week at work with Inta getting her way on my desk, before she left to pick up clean clothes for the
weekend and I headed to the supermarket to stock up on supplies so that we had no excuses to leave the house for the next few days.

  “I’ll cook Dom, I never cook for you” she offered, breezing into the kitchen and unpacking the groceries with a light-hearted familiarity that shocked us both.

  “Ok…" I replied hesitantly, "How about you get started and I’ll go move your car into the garage”

  “Yep, good. Can you get my bag of clothes out while you’re moving the car; it’s on the back seat” she asked, already busying herself in the kitchen, opening every cupboard, pulling out countless ingredients and seemingly every pot, pan and bowl she could see.

  My kitchen was a sanctuary and no-one but myself, my Ma and brothers had ever cooked in there. Cooking was important in our family. So many good times were had at the dining table and I had many fond memories of us three boys gathering in the kitchen with Ma for our weekly cooking lessons. She’d taught all three of us the traditional Italian cooking methods that’d been passed down through the family from one generation to the next. Now, Inta was in my kitchen, disorganising everything and it’d drive me crazy to watch.

  After moving the car and carrying her bag into my bedroom, I still couldn’t smell anything remotely appetising coming from the kitchen and rather than face a kitchen disaster I decided to soak under a hot shower.

  “Dom, can I come in?” came the whisper about five minutes later.

  Turning, I saw Inta already completely undressed and waiting for me to accept her offer. Smiling I opened the shower door and pulled her in, “How’s dinner coming along Miss Inta?” I asked, bending to take her mouth in mine.

  “Mmm, half an hour” she replied, hungrily stealing another kiss.

  “Plenty of time for this later Miss Inta, don’t you want to keep an eye on dinner?”

  “Nope, all sorted. I’m yours for thirty minutes. Relax me, Dom?” she asked.

  We’d discovered weeks ago that Inta loved having her hair shampooed and I’d taken every opportunity to do it for her since. Seeing the way it relaxed her and knowing I could offer her such a release was something new for me, and if I was honest I was revelling in this newfound skill I had stumbled on.

  Turning her around and reaching for the shampoo, I got started. Her hair was the most amazing hue of black, skimming just below her shoulders. She sank back into me giving my fingers full access to massage her scalp and bringing with it moans of delight from Inta. After a few minutes of massage, I steadied her under the water and let the shampoo rinse off.

  "Oh Dom, I love that so much" she sighed before finding my eye contact and drawing me in closer. "Let me relax you now?" she asked hesitantly, waiting patiently for my approval.

  I leant forward and took her mouth in mine, her lips greedily seeking more.

  "What about dinner? I'm pretty hungry you know" I joked.

  "So am I" she replied before dropping to her knees and taking me in her mouth.

  We were getting dressed when the doorbell rang. Surprised, I threw on a shirt and headed for the door, it could only be Roman or Luca. Quick as a flash, Inta ran past me and beat me to the door, resting her back against it with a cheeky look on her face.

  “Inta? What’s going on?” I asked, though I suspected I already knew.

  “Well, Dom… About dinner… It didn’t quite go to plan…” she smiled, opening the door and greeting the surprised delivery boy with her skimpy nighty and lack of bra. After an awkward minute or two of the kid trying his hardest to sneak a look, we finally had the pizza and headed to the dining room.

  “Might be best if we avoid the kitchen area for the moment” she said casually, all the while I could feel my blood pressure rising. I’d put so much work and money into building a gourmet kitchen and the thought that it was worse for wear was driving me crazy.

  “Ok… I’m just going to pretend I didn’t hear that” I joked back. “Lets eat on the back deck”.

  “Inta, grab a movie we can watch” I called from the kitchen, scraping the last of the burnt risotto from the bottom of the saucepan. Not only had she had managed to use almost every pot and pan in the kitchen, but she burnt pretty much everything she’d attempted to cook. She was a walking, talking disaster in the kitchen and that was putting it kindly.

  “Dom, there’s only action movies…” she called from the loungeroom.

  “I know” I laughed, walking in and setting down some drinks and a tub of popcorn on the coffee table, “some of them are a bit mushy though” I said, settling down on the floor behind her and sifting through the DVD cases. “Here, this one is good—action for me, romance for you” I offered.

  “Ok, done. Put it on and I’ll duck down and grab us some pillows and a blanket” she offered.

  “Grab them off the spare bed Inta” I called after her. If this was domestic bliss, then I was ready to sign on the dotted line.

  As the movie credits rolled on the second movie, Inta was already dozing off to sleep her face tucked in close to my chest so I could feel her every breath. I was tired myself and didn’t want to disrupt the closeness with Inta so I careful slid down next to her on the couch so we were face to face.

  “Move in, Inta” I whispered.

  I heard her gasp so I knew she heard me, but she said nothing, instead snuggling her head under my chin and falling into a restless sleep. I lied awake for another hour, holding her and willing the universe to give her a nightmare free rest before finally falling asleep myself, unbelievably happy and resigned to ask Inta properly tomorrow to move in.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  “That’s it mate; enoughs enough” I shouted, my voice booming far louder than I meant for it to, “Spider, get over here and take over. Inta, go wait in my office”

  “No. I paid for that bitch to finish this ink and she fucking well will”

  That was it; I’d listening to this guy trying to sweet talk Inta with his lame attempt at smooth talk for over an hour. At first, I’d felt kind of sorry for him, he was clearly getting nowhere and though Inta had been accommodating at first, as his innuendo became less subtle so did her lack of patience.

  We’d been together now for just over five weeks and working together for just slightly longer; I’d come to know her moods intimately. Right now, I could tell she was pissed off and had just about had enough of this guy.

  Valenti had walked over a couple times trying to distract the guy, knowing that Inta was growing tired of his small talk and moreover knowing that I’d blow my stack if this guy didn’t cool it.

  “Get the fuck out, now!” I shouted, walking over and squaring up with him, the familiar feeling of blood and adrenaline flooding my head, my focus suddenly razor-sharp. They guy stood and puffed his chest out before Valenti appeared between us and Spider persuaded the guy to leave while the going was good.

  After he left, I walked into my office expecting to find Inta but she wasn’t there, “Inta. In here, now.” I shouted from my office, pacing back and forth trying to calm the adrenaline that was now coursing through me. “Fuck it Inta, get in here” I shouted again.

  Unprepared for the tornedo about to hit my office, the back door swung open and she burst through; her face contorted and angry, tears staining her cheeks and reddening her eyes.

  “Hey, come here—its ok” I said softening and reaching for her.

  “No, Dom, it’s not ok” she shouted back, “You said you wouldn’t control my life—“ she started, her anger poisoning each and every word; “you said I could trust you”.

  “I did what any other decent man would do for his girl. That guy had been hassling you for over an hour, even you’d had enough Inta. We all knew it and I sure as hell wasn’t going to stand around and watch some asshole give you a hard time. What was I meant to do, huh?”

  “Let me handle it—that’s what you should’ve done Dominic. You know how hard it is for women to get respect in this industry and I did that. I worked my ass of to get that respect. Now you’ve gone all alpha male on me
and undermined everything I’ve worked so hard for” she spat out.

  “Christ Inta, give me a break. I did the right thing; I promised to look after you, to take care of you—that’s what I did” I spoke back calmly reaching out for her, but she was fuming and made no attempt to move into my arms. Her face was broken, way more upset than she should have been.

  “I need time Dominic” she said, moving over to collect her handbag.

  “You can’t walk away Inta, you can’t walk just because one thing hasn’t gone to plan” I commanded, less sure of myself than I’d ever been.

  “I need time. Just give me some time”

  “No. There’s something more going on here Inta, what’s the real problem?” I questioned her.

  “Nothing, Dominic” she said, dropping her eyes to the ground defying her.

  “You’re keeping something from me—what?”

  “Nothing; I’m fine. I just need some time. For me” she whispered back.

  “I thought we’d passed this stage Inta. I thought we were better than this—”.

  She leaned in and rested on my chest, “give me some time Dom, please.”

  “How long, Inta?”

  “I don’t know, I’ll call you—can you cover me here?” she asked quietly.

  “Yeah I can, but Inta I feel like you’re—like we’re—like this is final. What's wrong, what can I do to fix this, because I will do anything” I said, pleading with her.

  She replied with a kiss, her warm mouth covering mine before she simply walked from the studio leaving me standing empty, confused, and alone.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  It’d been a week since she’d walked out.

  I’d kept myself occupied at the studio over the course of the week, but today realised there was no way I could leave this any longer; I had to talk to her, had to get to the bottom of what was going on. I was worried that there was something more going on that she hadn’t told me about; her reaction last week was just far too strong to be only about telling that asshole off for being rude to her.