Thread: An unhealthy obsession (TheCatalystTM & Google)

It hadn't been easy but Dominic had put a lot of work into Alexandria, ensuring that she knew how to move in the circles that his family was used to, ensuring that she was always dressed impeccably, that what little makeup she needed was used to highlight her natural beauty rather then just smeared at random like so many seemed to do, to ensure that out in public she was perfectly well behaved until he wanted her to stop behaving... in public she was the perfect girlfriend for the young man who had the entire world at his feet and when they were alone she was his perfect little slut... TO see her out in public like this, behaving like some tabloid cover whore was of course infuriating but Dominic had to admit that there was something enjoyable about it, to feel the way that she moved against him, embraced him without turning. TO see her beauty loose and wild was appealing and Dominic was looking forward to harnessing it again, to putting her back under his control and ensuring that this time she wasn't able to slip away from him. This time would be the last time that he had to track Alex down, she wouldn't be getting away from him, she wouldn't get the chance. As she turned he smiled at her, not a gesture meant to put her at ease or to convey pleasure, though he was very pleased to have her right then and there. No, this smile was all about confidence, showing her how at ease he was, letting her know that he was in complete control, a sign to her that he had found her once and that was all that it would take. He knew she was drunk, could see how she could barely stand now that the music was no longer directing her motions, the beat having helped keep her on her feet before and now she needed to use his body. What do you think I am doing here? He asked, his voice low and practically a growl against her ear as he held her close, knowing that at any moment someone might see them, maybe her friends, maybe that man she had arrived with, that thought in particular making his fingers tighten on her hips, uncaring that she might bruise... there would be a reckoning for her infidelity later on... she would need to suffer for each and every thing that she had done wrong while she had been away from him and Dominic was looking forward to it with the patience of a saint and the imagination of a sadist. I came to find and take back what is mine... and make sure that you never try to leave again. He had thought about approaching her when she was alone, when she was in her house or perhaps on her way back to her dorm room after a class but that just wouldn't do. TO approach her alone might embolden her, she might try to call the police and while he would be let go as soon as a phone call or two was made it would still be a set back and the advantage of the surprise would be lost. So he was gambling, in public, she was drunk, and so much time spent teaching her not to make a scene... Dominic suspected that the training would hold. His eyes did narrow though when she pointed out that she could scream for help, how quickly the bouncers would arrive and for a moment the pleasant demeanor seemed to flicker... the anger behind the mask showing before he regained control of himself and was smiling again, for anyone who might be watching he was just a guy enjoying a simple moment on the dance floor with a pretty young thing. You can scream... He said slowly. But it won't do any good, I can probably tell all your new friends that I am just someone from back home who was surprising you on your birthday, the old man you came here with will be scared off at just the hint of how well I know you... and any security can be bribed off without even putting a dent in what I have in my wallet. A moments pause, mischief or something like it in his eyes when he lips brushed over the side of her neck, just the slightest contact between teeth and skin. And I know that you don't want to scream because you missed my touch... I don't need you to admit it Alex because I know that if I were to slip my hand up your dress I would find you soaked. Not even an educated guess, in his mind it was a fact... and she had to know he was willing to find it out right there on the dance floor.