Domination (MATURE)
[Y/N]'s P.O.V
"I'm just so sick of your shit, Justin! I don't know what you want me to do anymore; you can't be like this everytime I come in contact with other men!" I turned to look at him, he stood silently at the now closed door. His hands very balled up tightly while his chest rose and fell heavily.
I shrugged my coat off my shoulders, sighing as I did so. "Well? What do you want me to do?" My gaze rested on him as he followed my actions and took his jacket off his body.
"You know what I want? I want you to stop purposely throwing yourself at guys who only want one thing from you!" His face was red at this point, and he was slowly making his way over to me. "You know I'm the only one who gets to be like that around you." He stared deeply at me, frowning.
"Justin, you're being pathetic! I'm not throwing myself at anybody; I'm allowed to dance with other people, for fuck sake!" My brain felt like it was banging against my skull. "And yes, I know that. I know that only you have that privilege. And you know that, clearly, so why are you getting so worked up?!" He didn't say anything, he just got closer.
"I'm getting worked up because you're mine, and those other guys don't even deserve to look at you the way they do." His hand touched my face, running across it softly. "I understand you're a free woman, and I one hundred percent, respect and agree with that, but those men look at you like you're below them. The only time I'll look at you in that way is when you're actually below me." A smirk edged at the right side of his mouth.
"I still think you're overreacting." I rolled my eyes at him. I didn't. By now I understood he had my safety at heart, but something about the way he stared down at me, the way he touched me when he was mad sent shivers down my body.
"Don't fucking do this, [Y/N]." He spat, his face still close enough so that I could feel his breath. The tension in the room was heightening, I had to stop from whimpering when he wrapped his arms around my back. "You know I love you, and I care, but you can be so fucking annoying." His lips fell heavily on my own, making me hum softly.
We stood there for a few moments, our lips pressed together. Our minds entangled. His lips teased mine, only leaving small pecks, frustrating me. "But like you said, you love me." I giggled softly, closing my eyes when his breath hit the side of my face.
"That, I do. I love and adore you so much." His finger ran across my cheek. "But you know what I want to do right now?" His eyes challenged mine, never letting our gazes disconnect.
"What?"
"Fuck you like I don't." He whispered then. In that moment I lost all sense of balance and had to clutch onto his arm to steady myself. He must have noticed because a smirk made its way onto his face.
I tried to speak, but I found myself in loss for words. "I know you want me to do that too. You can pretend that all you want is soft love, but at the end of the day, you'll always be secretly begging for me to just take you for myself. I want domination and I know you want me to have it over you." His lips were near my ear, so I heard every word clearly. They sent shivers down my spine and caused my stomach to flip.
He took my hand in his and led me towards and up the stairs, letting me follow behind him. When we reached our bedroom, he waited for me to step inside before doing the same and closing the door.
He pulled me close, taking my face in his hands; making me look at him. "I'm going to get rough and I'm going to treat you like I don't care. But I do. So much." He kissed my forehead. "It's important that you tell me if you want me to stop, don't go through with anything if you're not comfortable. Okay? Promise me. My intention isn't to hurt or scare you." He looked at me intently.
I nodded. "I promise." My heart pounded at his concern, but I didn't tell him.
"Good." He let me go, pulling away completely. "Now. I want you to strip for me." He put his hands behind my back, I felt him unzipping my dress, before he laid down on the bed, clasping his hands behind his head.
To please him, I slowly slid my arms out of the dress, swirling my hips as I pulled the material down my waist and over my hips, letting it drop to the floor. I proceeded to step out of my red heels.
"Now, let's not do anything hasty - leave the heels on." He was grinning excitedly. And I couldn't help but notice the bulge growing in his black jeans.
I closed my eyes and ran my hands up and down my body, the tinge of a smirk threatening its way onto my face when I heard him growl under his breath.
No matter how much he refused to admit it, I had Justin wrapped around my finger. He liked to act superior and dominant but it was obvious; he was crazy for everything I had. I loved that, only because I was in the same position with him. It was like a never ending competition to be above the other.
