Dominance - Part 3

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

Had I misheard him? Was there another meaning behind his words? He wanted me? I stared at him blankly, trying to make sense of what he’d just said, but instead of clarifying, Paul simply watched.

“I uh… I don’t understand” I swallowed, inhaling his warm musk as he stood right in front of me.

“Sure you do” he replied. Why did the guy always speak in riddles? My heart began to race once more.

“You want me?”

“You” he whispered. “All of you, mind and body”.

Paul was standing so close now that I could feel the warmth of his body radiating against mine. Part of me wanted to squirm out of the way, and take a moment to cool off, but the other part, a much deeper part, was almost enjoying it.

“I um… I’m not… You know, gay” I explained, but Paul didn’t move a muscle. His eyes trailed my nervous body, until he finally smiled.

“Fine” he nodded, and turned on his heel before walking back toward the paint. I watched him walk away, and felt a sinking feeling in my stomach as I let out the breath that I’d been holding. What the fuck had just happened?

For a while, neither of us said a word. I remained in place, my heart still beating frantically, and my body sweating. Had Paul just made a pass at me? It sounded absurd. The guy was more than twice my age. Plus, he was a guy.

“So” I eventually said, if only to break the awkward tension that I was now feeling, “what do you want me to do?”

Paul looked back at me as though he was surprised I was still there. “Nothing” he said, “you can go”.

I cocked a brow. “Go? I only just got here” I replied.

He set down the brush and rummaged in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a wad of notes. “This should do it” he said, handing me a bunch of fifties. “See you around”.

I gawped at the cash in my hand, and then back to Paul. “I can’t take this” I said, because it was true. I was looking at at least a month’s wages from the pizza place.

“Why not?”

“It’s too much” I said, still in awe.

Paul shrugged and returned to the job.

“Can I at least help you?” I asked, “I can paint or clean or… Whatever”.

“Whatever” he said, and I clenched my jaw. Was he always this difficult?

“What do you want me to do?” I asked, a little sterner.

“I told you what I wanted”.

“And I told you that I’m not gay!” I barked, and his eyes pinned me down as he turned.

“Perhaps not” he growled, returning to me. “But you could sure do with a lesson in manners”.

It was happening again. Without laying a single finger on me, Paul had me paralysed. I bowed my head, because holding his eye contact was causing my cheeks to burn, and mumbled a “thanks”.

“Go on” he said, “go home”.

Back outside the building, my whole body felt weak. It had been a bizarre few minutes, and the more I thought about it, the angrier I became. Did he think I was some sort of prostitute? Was that why he’d been talking to me in the gym? I felt like an idiot as I cycled back to my shitty apartment.

“Asshole” I spat, slamming my laptop shut when I saw the picture of him. I flopped onto my bed, pulled out my phone and cringed when I saw the five missed calls from the pizza place. “Fuck”.

The next morning I decided to put the whole thing out of my mind. It was a mistake to take Paul up on his offer, and an even bigger mistake to miss work because of it. I cycled straight over to the pizza place and grovelled.

“You think it’s acceptable to miss work like that, kid?” Luigi scoffed, “you know how busy we get”.

“I’m sorry, Luigi” I said for the third time, “I was just really sick and–”

“Save it” he said, “you’re on deliveries for the rest of the week”.

I sighed, but nodded. There was nothing quite as miserable as delivering pizzas around the city on a bicycle, but I’d made my bed. I got to work as soon as I finished college, and couldn’t help but think of Paul as I cycled.

Why did he even like me? I was an eighteen year old college kid with no money, barely a job, and I was living in a damp, mouldy bedroom with two other people. What on earth could have possibly made a literal billionaire want to have anything to do with me?

As the clouds opened and the cold rain drenched me, I hurried back to the shop to pick up the next batch of deliveries, and realised that I was running late.

“Sorry!” I called, bursting through the door and waiting for Luigi to lose his shit. “The traffic is…” My voice trailed off as I saw him. He sat on one of the steel chairs, looking completely out of place in a pristine suit, and shiny black shoes that were certainly more expensive than every item of clothing I owned.

“Paul?”

He set down the newspaper that he’d been reading and got to his feet. His cold eyes narrowed as he looked me up and down.

“Make me a pizza”.

“Huh?”

“You heard me”.

Who did this guy think he was? I gawped at him as I dripped rain water all over the floor, and then looked at Luigi who appeared almost as shocked as me.

“I’m not in the kitchen tonight” I said, as though it wasn’t completely fucking obvious. He looked over at my boss.

“I want him to make me a pizza” he said, and like butter, Luigi melted.

“Yes, yes, sure! Boy, get in the back and make this gentleman a pizza”.

I clenched my jaw again. How the fuck was he just going to arrive at my place of work and make demands like this?

Reluctantly, I grabbed an apron and walked behind the counter. “What do you want?”

“Try that again” he said, “some manners this time”.

I squirmed. It felt like I was being told off by a teacher. I took a deep breath and forced a smile. “What can I get you, sir?”

Paul looked above my head at the menu. Why was he so fucking handsome?

“Surprise me” he said, and I rolled my eyes.

“I can’t surprise you” I told him, “please just pick something or my boss will chew me out”.

I saw a glimmer of a smile but Paul simply returned to his chair and picked up the newspaper again. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” I hissed to myself, and decided that it was best to just make him a classic. Fifteen minutes later, I brought it out and set it down on the table. “Can I get you anything else?” I asked, but he hadn’t even taken his eyes from the newspaper.

“Sit”.

“I’m working”.

“Sit”.

I sighed, and looked over at Luigi who shrugged. I sat down a moment later.

“What is this all about, Paul?” I spat, “I’m trying to work!”

Once again, the man folded the newspaper and stared at me, and once again, my brain turned to mush.

“Eat” he said, nodding at the pizza.

“I’m not h–”

“Eat”.

This guy was really beginning to get on my damn nerves, but truth be told, I hadn’t had time to eat anything all day, and I was starving. I grabbed a slice of pizza, and pretended to be reluctant as I chomped it down. Paul just watched me.

“You’re a tough nut to crack, Cole” he said.

“Oh, yeah?” I chewed.

“But I enjoy a challenge”.

I wiped my mouth and sat back. “I don’t know what to tell you, man” I shrugged, “I’m just not into that”.

He smiled and nodded. “I know” he said, “that’s why I’m so interested in you”.

I cocked a brow.

“Do you think I don’t see you looking at me in the gym, Cole?” He asked. “Do you think I don’t feel your eyes on me?”.

My cheeks began to burn again.

“Do you think I don’t know that you think about me more than you think about anything else?”

What the fuck was happening? How did this guy know so much about me?

“Maybe you’re not gay” he shrugged, reaching forward and pulling up a slice of pizza. “Honestly, it doesn’t matter to me what you are”. I watched as he moved the cheesy pizza closer to me. “Gay, straight, bisexual. It doesn’t matter. What matters most” he breathed, “is obedience”. He held the pizza inches from my face, but our eyes were locked onto each other. “Eat” he whispered, and for a moment, I couldn’t move a muscle. We stared at each other. Everything else seemed to melt away around us, and I knew, without him having to explain a single thing, that taking a bite of the pizza in his hand would be the start of something incredible.

It was the most delicious bite of pizza I’d ever had.