His To Command

Petra 

“Pick the plates and I’ll grab the glasses.” Dalton instructed. 

Watching as he helped me clean up after dinner was sexy.  Who'd have thought that the almighty, arrogant and cocky CEO who subdued everyone with just one look could get his hands dirty in private?

We'd just finished having dinner and Dad retired to the recliner in the living room to watch 6 0'clock news - a tradition he never missed. 

I nodded and packed up the plates on the dinning table and headed for the kitchen.

I don’t listen to anyone the way I listen to him. Not even my Dad who was a cop.

My first instinct every fucking time Dalton gave me instruction was to obey him.

More importantly, Dalton bossing me around, it made my pussy throb. I had no idea how he was commanding my body without so much as a word, but I got a strange, confusing thrill at the thought of pleasing him.

He followed closely behind me with the glasses in his hands. He set them down in the sink. I set the plates down on the counter top.

I looked away from him, not wanting our eyes to meet.

 I could feel his presence, though, as he followed me around the counter.

It was here, the very spot I was standing that he took my lips and kissed me senselessly. It was intoxicating and powerful, breathtaking and fulfilling. I'd give anything to have him kiss me again. 

I want to taste his sweet warm breath. I want to feel his possessive hand wrapped around my neck while kissing my breath away. 

I had deep feelings even before I turned sixteen. Now that I was twenty, he became extremely intense and the things he was making me feel were too much for me to handle. 

I glanced over at him. He was staring right at me, those ice blue eyes pinning me in place while he dismantled  me piece by piece.

Holy shit! Was he thinking what I was thinking...  about our first kiss?

Somehow, I managed to break the searing connection and found a voice to ask some questions on the things that was bothering me. 

“ Did you ever think of me?”  I asked. 

“I never stopped thinking about you. You were a very important part of my life.” He admitted and I saw the sincerity in his eyes. “And before you ask, the entire time I was away, I was faithful... to you... If that counts for anything."

Of course it does count for everything. Knowing that he never had anything to do with another,  It made me feel important and protected. 

I fucking believed him. Dalton could be anything, but definitely not a liar. 

 “You are Dalton Winchester. Every girl fucking wants you.” 

His lips curled up in a smug smile. "You are absolutely correct" he said proudly. The real question should be, do I want all those other girls?”

I stepped further towards him, flushed with the anger that suddenly gleamed in my eyes. "Then why did you fucking leave?” I stepped closer and angrily jab a finger against his shoulder. “Why did you do that to me. You broke my heart. Who gave you the right to do that?”

Before I could jab him again, Dalton grabbed my fingers and held them  tightly. “I was saving us both… you were barely legal. Your father..." he paused and swallowed hard. "Your father is my friend. I wasn’t able to fucking control myself around you. I had to leave before I ruin us both.” 

“I wasn’t going to say anything to anyone. You didn't think I was mature enough to keep us a secret?” I muttered, fighting back tears walling up in my eyes. “I just wanted you. That wasn't too much to ask and you fucking took that away from me.”

For too long, I was angry, living in darkness, in anger, in sadness, in despair. Up until now, right this second. I wanted to pour my hearts out and rid myself of all the accumulated hate... And the resentment I've been holding on the past five years. 

He brought his hands forward, hesitantly he reached out and cupped my face. I could smell his sweet, sugary body spray. He smelled tasty and I was ravenous for a bite. 

He tilted my face up so he was looking powerfully into my eyes, “ Petra, for every pain you had to go through, I will make it up to you."

"How?" I whimpered, Sobbing into his palm. 

"I don't know... But we will figure it out... Together." He breathed out heavily, wiping my tears with his thumb.

"What about her." I asked. 

He withdrew his hand from my cheeks and took a step back, scratching his stubbles, " I have told you before that this isn’t gonna happen. You have to stop coming on to me. Do you understand how much trouble we would be in if this gets out?”

“Kiss me,” i huffed out. "Please."

He stumbled back, shaking his head in denial. “I came here not because you invited me for dinner, but to apologize for leaving without a word and to also make it clear to you that we can never be.” 

 I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him in, kissing him hungrily. 

His eyes flew open in shock as i kissed him the way I had wanted for the past five years.

He didn’t flinch, neither did he kiss me back. “Does this kiss mean nothing to you?” I punctuated my statement with a kiss. “ Does it in anyway taste like a forbidden fruit?”

He pulled away from me. “Are you fucking insane?” He growled

"Why can't you kiss me back? Is it because of her?"

“You are not fucking listening to me.  Someone could walk in here and see us, and then what, Petra?” 

“I don’t care.” I responded nonchalantly with a shrug. 

“Well, I do fucking care. My business and life is on the line and I am not going to risk losing everything.” He rubbed two of his fingers up the center of his forehead, appearing stressed. “If you don’t want me to leave again, if you want me in this city, then control yourself.” 

“I am no longer sixteen. I am an adult now. One who is capable of controlling her emotions... And my Dad, you have nothing to worry about. He is never going to find out.”

Pinning me with an annoyed frown, “This isn’t about your age anymore. It’s about me, my life and everything good I represent.” He sighed. “Why am I wasting my time explaining this to you? I don't expect you to understand.” 

He was furious, but at the same time, his eyes betrayed him. They were burning, not of rage...but of interest.  

Then I knew, that I got him. 

I was going to fight for my place in his life no matter what!