Turned Out – Part 3

Rick and Dominique saw each other so much, she became attached. 

He was confident and attentive to her needs, the man she always dreamed of but had given up hope of being with. 

When Rick called, she imagined a quiet evening, of which they had shared so many. 

“What’s up, baby?” His voice resonating in her ears. “I want to see you tonight. Wear something special.”

She was open, having moved beyond coyness, plus he saw through her games and was ready to accommodate. 

When she arrived, he placed a drink in her hand.

“You look beautiful,” he said, admiring her tight-fitting black dress with a low neckline; accented by black heels. “We’re gonna have some company,” he said.

“Tonight?”

“A guy I know, he’s cool. You’ll like him.”

They continued with small talk until the doorbell rang. 

Rick answered, a distinguished middle-aged white man entered.

“Max, this is Dominique,” the host said. 

The man took her hand, kissing it slowly. She blushed with embarrassment, glancing at her Rick to gauge the appropriateness. 

He was cool with it, and offered the guest a drink, then ushered her into the bedroom. 

He stepped close, running his hands across her body and just under her skirt. 

“What you got for me?” He asked. 

She looked at him nervously.

“Underneath?” He added. 

“Not now,” she said, halfheartedly trying to divert his hand.

He stepped behind her, unzipped the dress which hung at her shoulders before sinking to the floor. She placed quivering hands across her red lace bra and panties. 

“I need you to do something for me.” He said.

“Rick?” She blurted. 

“This guy, he’s rich, and he likes you.”

“I’m not involved. You can do the deal.”

“We’re a team. You make the difference.”

She shook her head. “No.”

He held her, kissing her softly on the cheek. 

“Just this once. I’ll make it up to you.”

“Please baby, not that.”

His touch was persistent, and her body sagged with resignation, giving way to helplessness. Fear and desire trapped her, magnified by doing the unthinkable.

When he left, she sat motionless on the bed. A moment later the door opened, and the man entered, his wedding band flickering against his glass. 

The smell of alcohol filled her nostrils, and she soon felt nothing else. 

Rick was in the living room when the man exited the bedroom. He nodded at Rick and placed an envelope on the coffee table. The host gave a smile of recognition and the door closed. 

Dominique emerged from the room disheveled. Her expression was blank. She then hurried to collect her things when he intercepted her.

She tussled. “Get off me.”

“Come, baby, calm down.”

“How could you make me do that?”

“It wasn’t just for me, it’s us. Don’t you want more than this?” He opened his arms wide.

“I thought you loved me, how could you?”

“You know I do, that’s why you’re the only person I could turn to.” He pointed to the envelope on the table. “We’re making things happen.”

“Just let me go. I don’t want this anymore. I don’t want you!”

He violated her space, coming up behind her as she turned to leave. “Not like this baby. At least say goodbye the right way.” 

She turned to face him and he kissed her softly on the lips, then hard. He pulled her even closer and lifted her skirt, pushing her hand away. 

“One last time,” he said, pulling her to the floor. 

She was empty, powerless; begrudgingly enjoying his touch until passion took hold, setting her love on fire. 

That first night was just the beginning for her. His unrelenting grip made satisfying his requests her goal. 

Rick tapped into something deep, a twisted lust that eluded satisfaction. She was a slave to every inch of her desire, her ecstasy seeking expression with one man, but becoming a weapon to dominate other men. 

She quickly mastered the game, becoming his best student. 

End of part 3/4