Twelve: I Can Be Dominant

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***Peter's P. O. V.***.

I take deep breath, glancing at Joy who's going to our bedroom. He goes to bed so damn early! It's only nine o'clock. I get up from the couch and follow after him, preparing myself for what I need to do.

"Um, Joy?" I ask as we both enter the bedroom.

"Yes?" he replies, turning around.

Without another word, I push him back onto the bed and quickly climb up on all fours above him. My entire body is trembling. This isn't right. This doesn't feel right at all. He looks up at me with a confused look on his face.

"Peter, what are you-"

I cut him off by diving down for a kiss. My mouth moves sloppily. I don't know what I'm supposed to do! I'm not a great kisser.

Joy pushes me away, slowly figuring out what I'm up to. He knows that I'm attempting to be dominant right now. And I'm failing. It's just that the way Pops reacted when he found out about the baby. . . It made me feel ashamed. I thought maybe if I tried to not be the submissive one, then he wouldn't be so mean to me.

Joy looks angry. He pins me facedown on the bed, growling. He slaps my rear end hard, making me cry out.

"S-sorry!" I exclaim. "Just let me explain!"

"Absolutely not. You naughty little thing. You're gettin' it hard and fast for what you just tried to pull," he says, obviously infuriated.

Even though I'm struggling in his grasp, I really do want this. He knows that. I'll never reject his advances. I love it when he dominates me. There's no better feeling.

***Charlie's P. O. V.***

We run to the bedroom and close the door behind us. I thought I would know what to do when the time came for us to mate, but I guess not.

"Oookkkaaaaay, now what?" I ask.

"Uh, I don't know. . . Should we just get right into it?" Nathan asks, smiling.

"Yeah, yeah. But I mean, what should we do first?"

"Kiss?"

"Well, you should lay down. And then I'll kiss you," I suggest.

"Sounds like a plan."

He climbs up onto the bed and lays down on his back, putting his arms above his head. Although this is a weird situation, I don't feel awkward. It's just laughable how little we know about all this!

I get on top of him so that I'm straddling his waist. I reach forward and grasp both of his hands. I'm about to lean in for a kiss, but then I notice the look on Nathan's face.

"Are you alright?" I ask.

"Um, yeah," he replies, gulping.

"Nervous?"

"A little. . ."

"Don't be. I'll try my best to do it so it won't hurt," I promise.

Then I remember that we need lube. And protection.

"Wait. Sorry, I'll be right back," I say.

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