Dominque (Knights to Remember) (25 page)

“At her age, all your concerns were to look after your family and provide for them. You’ve had a hard start in life, one which, although we would both desire her to understand, I doubt she does in its entirety. I agree, without spoiling her naive views of the world, there’s a little more we could explain regarding your mother, but not about how hard you’ve worked to keep you two together. Don’t guess at what she knows. You said yourself you hide a lot from everyone, especially her. Perhaps now it’s time to be more honest.”

“I guess so. I just don’t want to be too honest, if you know what I mean.”

“I do, and there will be a middle ground we can all find and walk along.” Jacob took another sip of tea, then cleared his throat. “You never say your mum’s name.”

Dominque nodded slowly. “We don’t really say it out loud. She was called Monique.”

Jacob smiled with him.

“Yeah, she liked rhymes. I think dad hated them all. He always spelt my name the Russian way ending in nick, but then that was his name, so… I bet there were tons of arguments when I was a baby about it.”

“About your dad, I wanted to ask… Touchy subject, I know, but this house, did your mum ever remove him from the deeds?”

“Oh yeah. Cost her a bit of money to do it, money we could have done with at the time, but she did it. It’s ours, mine and Angelique’s. She wrote it into her will that when it was sold it was to go to both of us. Everything will be legally ours, not a penny will go to him. I’d rather burn it to the ground than see him get a penny.”

“Me too.” Angelique shocked them both as she walked quietly into the room. “This is ours.” She sat down on the large chair opposite them both, tucking her feet under her bum and playing with hair, not looking at either of them. “You’re really selling the house? I know you’ve mentioned it before, but I didn’t think you'd ever do it.”

“Don’t you think it’s time? I mean, you're moving to Oxford in around a month’s time. If you ever get your arse in gear and decide where you're going to live that is. You know, I keep telling you all the nice places will be taken if you keep holding off. It’s not like you can commute from here to Oxford on a daily basis.”

“I know, I know.” She shot a quick look at Dominque, then sighed. “Me and Jennifer were talking, and her parents have a little two bed apartment down there which is close to the university. It needs a bit of work, but it’s tons better than some of the student accommodation, and the good thing is, it will be free. They’re rolling in cash, and she wasn’t going to live there without someone, so they asked me to move in with her, and if I did, they wouldn’t charge me rent.”

“Oh…” Dominque looked stumped for words and he swallowed twice before he continued. “Well… when did that happen?”

“Her dad asked me last month. I thought about it. At first I didn’t like the place and I thought we could live somewhere nicer, but then she told me how much it would cost if we did pay rent, and I knew you’d bug me about it and I'd have to get a job, blah blah blah. So anyway, I thought this way I could save my student loan money—”

“You sorted your loan out?” Dominque sat up straight.

“Well, Jenny’s dad sort of did it for me, but he’s gone through the forms like three times already with his older kids, so it was easy peasy. Got the full grant.” She smiled happily. “I didn’t know what I'd be getting until last week. I got the figures through Tuesday. I was a bit stressed out before, but now it’s all sorted. I mean, Oxford’s expensive, so I'm still going to need some help.”

“Oh, I know you will do.” Dominque blinked a couple of times, then smiled. “And you have your trust fund available on your eighteenth birthday. That’s around ten grand.”

“Really?” Angelique brightened up. “I want a car.”

“You don’t need a car. Of course, it’s your money, but I'm not going to let you waste it.”

“I'd like a car.”

“I'm sure you won't need one in Oxford.”

“I could drive back here and… Well, you won't be here… What are you going to do when I'm in Oxford?” She shot Jacob a quick look, sullen and untrusting. “You're not planning on moving in with
him
, are you?”

“Well, yes.” Dominque sighed heavily as she rolled her eyes. “I'm not going to live here all alone or find another apartment to be alone in. I don’t want to be here, in Leeds I mean. I want to be with Jacob.”

“Right, and a whole week of
knowing
him makes you believe that’s the right thing to do, huh? If it were me, I can just imagine the huge epic fit you would have.”

“He’s not moving in with me right away.” Jacob could sense the protectiveness in his sister and understood it well. She was right, because if it was her in this position, neither Dominque nor he would be too happy about it. “It won't happen until you're settled in Oxford and the house is sold. That gives us a couple of months to ease your conscience and get to know, not only each other more, but you get to know me too. I think it will help if you trust me, and as I said, you're important to Dominque, so you're important to me.”

“I'm not going to like you, I can tell.” She turned her nose up and picked a bit of fluff from her jeans.

Jacob shrugged. “That’s fine. I don’t really like you either, so we’re even.”

She gasped a little, then pouted. Obviously she was used to being liked. He laughed internally. “You're very rude.”

Jacob leaned forward. “I believe you get back in life what you put out. So, in a way, that’s entirely your own fault. Treat others as you would like to be treated and all that karma shite.”

Dominque chuckled and Jacob got a smirk back from Angelique. “So, are you going to come with us for dinner tonight?”

She mused over her options, which were either staying in the house or going with them, and made the right decision. “I’ll come. I like the meatballs.”

That pleased both him and Dominque, and they shared a smile. It was imperative to gain her trust and to gauge her temperament better. Jacob knew going out on her own was a good thing. Yes, she would make mistakes, but having the additional cash and less to pay out while she studied would be a benefit to her, and if she felt happier and content, then so would Dominque. It all helped add more stability to their new relationship and ease some of the tension which was currently plaguing Dominque. And when he did move to London, Oxford was only a short train ride away. It all seemed to be falling into place far easier than Jacob had imagined, but it was a pleasant surprise.

“So, tell me about your courses, Angelique.” Jacob crossed his legs, watching her do the same, albeit with a scowl covering her pretty face again, and he smiled. This one was feisty. He liked her already.

D
ominque was worn out but happy. He thought packing up Angelique’s things would be sad, but both of them had been laughing and happy. She was preparing for the move to Oxford. Her friend wanted to go early, and as the apartment was all set up and ready to go with no rent to worry about, Dominque couldn’t blame them for wanting to get settled in their new home.

It had been two weeks since he came home from Scotland. Two weeks since Jacob had left for London. The time had ebbed away slowly with telephone calls and emails passing between them. They had planned a weekend visit and Dominque had been counting down the days. Now it was only one more night until he would be taking the train down to London.

Angie was out all weekend with friends, buying yet more things for her move, but it was all needed, as she kept saying. It wasn’t, but as their house had been valued at above what either of them had expected and they’d already received two offers, Dominque had been lenient in her spending, only reminding her it wasn’t going to last long and she wouldn’t be getting any more from him if she wasted it.

He wasn’t stupid. He knew she would blow it all if he handed it over, and so he’d set up another trust fund account for her with thirty grand. She wouldn’t get it until she was twenty one and until then she would still have around twenty to play with.

It was a nest egg both their mum and he had worked hard to achieve, and he constantly drove home that image to make sure she took it in. Whether she did or not, only time would tell, but he was adamant he wouldn’t cave in and give her any cash if she wasted this.

He hadn't accepted the offers on the house as they were too low, and with it being new to the market, both him and the estate agent thought they could get a better deal. One couple who came round to visit were lovely. They were expecting their first baby and Dominque hoped they would buy the house. He wanted them to be happy in it just as they had and turn it back into the family home it should always have been.

If they upped their offer by a few thousand pounds, Dominque would let it go to them just so he would feel the house had new owners who he liked and who he knew would look after it as he would. It was important to him that he leave it with someone who he trusted, not just any Joe Bloggs who would turn it into flats and split it up. Even though he wouldn’t be there to see it happen, he would still feel better knowing it was standing and still as he left it.

Jacob was constantly in touch. They talked more than once a day and caught up over everything and anything. Not being able to touch each other left them with only words, and over the two weeks they’d become closer. Dominque had almost told him about that night. The night which changed everything. But he’d paused, wanting to do it person and knowing the words wouldn’t be as difficult to say when the time came. Although Jacob understood the basics, he still questioned Dominque about the details, and they both needed to put that particular nightmare behind them before they could move past it.

It was just another thing which was holding them back, and the quicker it was over and done with the more Dominque could let go of the pain and bad memories and go forward with Jacob. Trust meant everything to Jacob, and it's obvious there wasn’t the level of trust between them which they both desired.

Without trust, there was no submission and without submission Dominque was borderline ADHD. His attention span had diminished to the point of almost non-existence and he itched under his flesh for something which he had long since put behind him and hidden behind locked doors.

Jacob was right, he seemed to always be right, but Dominque knew just how right he had been when he went cold turkey. The high level of sex he’d been having had eased the tension in his life to the point he could live without allowing the need to submit to another, but now that was gone, as was Jacob, and his life was slowly spiralling down the drain.

Jacob knew, he saw everything, even when Dominque told him nothing. He read in between the lines, heard what Dominque couldn’t say. It was time to be with his Dom.

The lines were blurred and unsure, even from Jacob’s point of view, but they both knew one thing—they needed to be together. Whether it was for wild sex or more, it had to happen. He felt at breaking point as he knelt on the floor of his bedroom. The door was secured and the music was on low. The house was now empty and he was trying to centre himself before Jacob called. Not that it would last. As soon as he heard the gravelly Scottish accent float down the speaker to him, Dominque would be hard and powerless to stop his body from demanding what it craved so desperately.

It was just one more night. He had to go one more night and then they would be together. He had no idea how he would make it one more night, but he had to do it somehow.

When the phone rang beside him, he took a deep breath and picked it up, looking at Jacob’s name flashing at him on the display for a moment before he collected himself and took the call. “Jacob,” Dominque rasped out. 

“You sound…incredibly sexy and very turned on right now.”

“I need you,” he whispered throatily.

“I need you just as much.”

Dominque shook his head. “You don’t.”

“Boy, I know what I need and I know what I want to do to you. More importantly, I know what
you
need from me, and it excites me to a height I never thought I could achieve alone.”

It had been two weeks of teasing and torture, both of them wanting to wait to be together rather than break down and ease off the tension over the phone.

“It’s just one more night.” Dominque looked to his cock straining in his joggers and bowed his head. “I want to wait, but my body has other ideas. This cold turkey thing is killing me.”

“I know how difficult it’s been, but we talked about it and we both decided it was for the best. Although hearing how you need me has my cock aching.”

“Oh God, don’t. If you talk to me like this, I'm going to come, and I'm pretty sure I could do it just from hearing your voice.”

“Really? That would be impressive. The level of need you have for me amazes me. I need you too, Dominque. I've thought about you constantly. I swore I would refrain from touching myself and I have, but I've woken up hard and leaking for your body every morning.”

Dominque groaned, fisting his hands together so he wouldn’t touch his cock. “I want to wait. What I need, I can't get over the phone.”

“Don’t tell me how I can or can't please you, Boy. I could turn you inside out with just my voice. The fact I'm on the other side of the country has nothing to do with how I can make you react for me.”

“Sir…” Dominque needed this and Jacob was offering him a way out of his misery.

“I want you naked and presenting yourself for me.”

Dominque quickly stood and ripped off his joggers and pants, then kneeled again with his thighs parted wider and his head bowed, looking at his cock standing up between his legs.

He lifted the phone back to his ear and panted down the phone. “I'm ready for you, Sir.”

“I can picture how beautiful you look almost as if I were there with you, walking around your perfect form as I admire every inch of your flesh. You are perfect, one day you’ll see yourself as I do, and you'll understand why I am so enamoured by you.”

Dominque took a deep breath, listening to Jacob’s raspy tone and stern words flow longingly through the speaker for him. He could hear the desire in how thick his accent got and how low he sounded. His words rolled over his tongue, caressing Dominque like a lick from his tongue.

“Hmm, you’ve been so good. You’ve waited beyond what I expected you to. I'm so proud of you. If I didn’t want you so damn much, I’d take my time, kiss your body from your toes to head and back down again before I would allow either of us to move on, but Boy, you have my cock hard as iron and I'm leaking for your touch. You’ll kneel there and listen to me, hear how much I crave your touch.”

Dominque released a startled moan when he heard Jacob hiss, then listened as he described how hard he was, how much he hurt. He wanted Jacob inside him, filling him up and stretching him wide as he thrust inside his tight body.

As they both climbed higher, Dominque threw his head back, moaning with Jacob as he called out to him. The sound of Jacob’s fist working over his cock made Dominque itch to touch his own stiff length, but he didn’t. He fisted his hands together, closing his eyes and transporting himself beside Jacob, imagining him on the bed, his thighs wide, his hand pumping his cock.

When Jacob cried out his name, he saw him arch from the bed, spurting out his cream over his stomach. Dominque cried out with him, his own cock wet and pulsing, his balls pulled so tight they ached. It was painful holding back. Every inch of his body vibrated with need, and when Jacob breathed out, ‘Come, Boy,’ he spilled instantly. He watched as he shot over his thighs and stomach, ropes of it covering his hot flesh as he shouted out Jacob’s name over and over again.

“Fuck, Dominque.” Jacob chuckled and Dominque smiled through the haze of his orgasm. “You have no idea how much I want to throw you onto my bed and climb over you. I want those lips on mine and you in my arms so badly I can smell you around me. I’ve come to realise over these past two weeks how incredibly lonely my life is without you in it. You’ve shown me so much in such a little time.”

Dominque laid out on the floor, wanting to roll over and hold Jacob, bury his face into his neck and just breathe him in while he drifted off to sleep. “I never wanted or needed another person until I met you. I was just an empty shell. I feel full every time I'm with you.”

“Baby, I'm horny, so forgive me for turning your beautiful sentimentality into this, but I'm going to fill you up over and over again when you get here tomorrow.”

Dominque laughed loudly. “Tomorrow can't come quickly enough, and neither can I.”

“Oh trust me, Boy, you won’t be coming quickly. I promise you that.”