Oh, he'd had fun, been entertained, done a few tequila shots with Billy and Elijah in the dining room, but still he waited, still he watched the door out of the corner of his eye. And knew, just a split second before he looked up, that Karl was in the house. It was like they were weirdly in tune. Karl strode in the room, dressed in black, with a hint of stubble on his chin and his shoulder-length dark hair brushed back from that impossibly sexy face. His tight t-shirt stretched across a sculpted chest and his worn jeans lovingly molded an ass that Dom would kill to sink teeth into. Preferably tonight, if he had anything to do with it. But not yet. Wouldn't do to seem too anxious, too eager. He stayed at the table for a bit longer, did another shot, made plans with Billy to go surfing the next day. He spotted Orlando from across the room and jerked a thumb toward Karl. Orlando just shook his head and mouthed "no fucking way." Dom raised an eyebrow. And winked. It was time to win this bet. He got up from the table, made his circuitous way toward Karl, stopping to chat with a production designer here or a matte artist there. It was a big family, noisy and weird, but God, it was his. And he loved this whole crew more than he could say. Actually, he loved some of them more than others, but that was all part of the fun. He snuck behind Karl, tapped him on the shoulder. "I told you that you wouldn't be able to resist," he murmured, standing on tiptoe to reach Karl's ear. Karl turned around, and the full force of that unnerving gaze hit Dom full in the gut. Those eyes never failed to make him burn. Whatever the elusive it was, the Karl had it in spades. "I was bored," Karl replied. "You wanted to come. Admit it," Dom teased and ran a finger along Karl's jacket. "Don't." "Don't what?" Four tequila shots had loosened Dom's tongue, given him courage. He was going to have Karl. "Don't tempt you, don't tease you?" he asked, sliding his hand up Karl's nape. Karl caught his hand in a firm grip and moved it away. When he spoke, the warning in his tone was unmistakable. "Don't toy with me, don't fuck with me. I'm out of your league, boy." Dom's gin was sly, seductive. He leaned up and whispered, "I think I can handle you." Karl drew back and those penetrating eyes seemed to look into Dom. He shivered and had a fleeting thought this might not have been such a good idea. Then Karl smirked. "Fine, you asked for it. Come with me." He grabbed Dom's arm and dragged him through the house, ignoring everyone's stares. He tried once or twice to struggle, but Karl just dug his fingers in deeper. Dom would have bruises later. Karl shoved Dom into an empty bathroom and closed the door, leaning up against it. "What is this all about?" Dom asked, trying to slow his racing heart. This wasn't precisely the reaction he'd been wanting. "Shut up." A sharp retort was on the tip of Dom's tongue, but he stilled it. "This ends here. It ends now," Karl continued. "You ever use me in one of your games again, what I'm about to do to you will seem like child's play." What he was about to do? "I have no..." Instantly, his head snapped back as Karl slapped him, without ever seeming to move from the door. Dom put his hand up to his reddening cheek, shocked beyond words. It didn't precisely hurt, but it had happened so fast. "I told you to shut up," Karl said, crossing his arms again, acting like nothing had happened. "You thought no one knew about the juvenile little bet you and Orlando had going on?" Dom just shook his head. He knew better than to open his mouth at this point. "That's what you get for thinking." Karl leaned forward, his body mere inches away from Dom's. The door to the bathroom opened slightly. Karl just slapped his hand back against it, slamming it shut again. "We're busy," he stated. His eyes didn't leave Dom's. The voice outside sound concerned. "But I…" "What part of busy aren't you getting, Orlando?" Karl asked. "You can have him back after I'm through with him." Dom gulped. Oh fuck. Please, don't leave me Orli, he silently begged, even though he knew it was fruitless. "Leave. Now." Karl's tone left no room for argument and, all too soon, Dom heard the shuffling of feet that meant Orlando was leaving him alone. With Karl. Who was taking off his jacket, and locking the door. "I did warn you. You silly child, did your mother teach you nothing of listening? Or perhaps you were too busy chasing other boys to pay attention." After each sentence, he drove Dom a little further against the counter until all Dom could feel was that solid body up against his, and he was able to count the flecks of brown in Karl's eyes. And then Karl's mouth was on his, sensual full lips punishing, crushing, devouring, suffocating...and Dom could feel nothing else. Breathing became a memory. There was only Karl and a fire that blazed, a heat that consumed him from his bones to his skin. "Now," Karl said, just as abruptly pulling back. "On your knees." Dom obeyed without question. He had no idea when he'd lost control of his own body, but he was pretty sure it was right about the time Karl had shoved him into the bathroom. He was terrified, aroused, a quivering mass of emotion. When had it all slipped out of control so fast? Had he thought he could handle this? Had he thought he wanted Karl's full attention? Well, now he had it. And he knew for a fact he couldn't handle it at all. Still, Dom clung to a shred of hope that he could turn this around. He'd played the submissive before and if that's what Karl wanted, he could oblige. "What do you want?" he asked, casting his eyes down. "Still playing, Dominic?" Karl's laughter was harsh, amused. "Still think you can seduce me with your schoolboy charm and pouty cock-sucking lips?" Dom's head snapped up. Pride warred with lust. "What do you want?" he ground out, no longer meek. "I haven't decided yet." Fuck this. Orlando could win the bet, Dom didn't care. He started to get up and was shoved back down. "Where do you think you're going?" "Out of this room." "I don't think so." Dom may have been the smaller man by several inches and a few stone of muscle, but he worked out on a regular basis. And he was quick. He lunged up, hoping to push past Karl and out the door. And never even saw Karl move. One second he was barreling past Karl and the next he was slammed face-first into the bathroom counter, one of Karl's fists in his hair and the other digging into his hip. "This has gone on far enough." Dom managed not to give away his fear, for which he was profoundly grateful. "You said you thought you could handle me." Karl's whisper tickled the hairs on the back of Dom's neck. He shivered, in spite of his best efforts not to, and tried not to think about all that tightly controlled muscle pressed up against his back and thighs. "Please, Karl. Let me go." He didn't care that he was begging. "No." The word was said so softly Dom barely heard it as Karl ran his lips, his tongue, across Dom's nape. He leaned into the embrace, lost in spite of himself. Karl's nimble fingers crept along his thigh -- a whisper of a stroke that had Dom aching for more. When that hand finally brushed against Dom's straining erection, he moaned. And whimpered when Karl unbuckled his jeans and slid them over his hips, nipping and suckling an earlobe the entire time. How could Karl turn his anger, his fear, into want so quickly? Karl's hand tightened in his hair. Dom winced, closing his eyes against the sharp pain. "Open your eyes," Karl commanded. "Look at me." Dom blinked slowly, focused on the other man in the mirror's reflection. "I could bend you over this counter and fuck you dry and you'd scream my name in ecstasy," Karl told him in a rough whisper. And those mesmerizing eyes held him captive, made him yearn. "You have no control here." And Dom was ashamed to admit it all might be true. Karl's hand left Dom's hip and he heard a zipper being pulled. He felt a straining erection against his back. Karl shifted and his cock probed, started to slide into soft flesh. "Don't." Dom was mortified at the pleading in his voice, but was beyond caring. "Not like this." "Not like what?" Karl asked, tilting his head. "Remember, you asked for this." "No, I…" "You said you could handle me. Your words. So, handle me." Karl pulled again on Dom's hair until Dom was bowed completly back against Karl. Time was suspended as Dom looked for mercy in that beautiful face and found none. "You want this," Karl stated. Mutely, Dom shook his head. He did not want this. He would not want this. "You want this." Karl sounded so certain, so sure. His cock slipped in another fraction of an inch. Dom choked back a whimper -- pleasure, pain, pride, need -- all tumbled together until he didn't know which one he felt more. "You want this." Karl growled the words, stroked Dom's ear with a raspy tongue. Another choked whimper. Good God, was that needy sound coming from him? He was invaded, surrounded, contained, besieged. Dom was acutely aware of the hardened hand that still rested on his hip, the muscular chest pressed against his back, the hard cock teasing him, pushing him past the point of pain. Karl's thighs flexed against his, his stubble scraped Dom's throat. He was trapped, he was helpless. He felt violated and sullied, completely out of control. And, God help him, he was so hard he thought he might come right there. He was two seconds from being raped in this tiny, dingy bathroom and all he could think was please. Please. He didn't even know if he was pleading for Karl to stop or continue. "Tell me," Karl demanded, digging fingers on Dom's hip. He focused his cloudy vision on Karl -- that dark hair falling in waves across those incredible cheekbones, those strong shoulders bunched with strength, sensual lips that promised pain and pleasure, fiery eyes that only showed complete control. "I..." Dom's voice broke, but he didn't notice. All he saw was release. "I want this." He barely saw Karl's triumphant smile before Karl pushed back and shoved Dom back on his knees. "Too bad," Karl stated, casually zipping his fly. Dom bent his head and closed his eyes, shamed beyond words. He didn't care that his pants were bunched up around his thighs or that he could still feel Karl's hands on his skin. All he could think of was that he hungered and Karl was barely breathing hard. "Did you do this just to humiliate me?" He couldn't even look up. "Yes, I did. Perhaps next time you'll be more careful." Words harsh enough would not come. "You bastard." It was the best he could do. Karl dropped to his haunches, grabbed Dom's chin. Hazel eyes drilled into gray. "I believe we've established that. When you're done playing your childish games, come see me. And maybe I'll be nicer to you." With that statement, Karl stood and walked out the door. But not before planting a last fierce kiss on Dom's lips. Dom slumped against the counter, legs completely giving out. Oh. My. God. Oh...my...God. Other words were beyond him. Onto Part Three
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