Dominate Me

Vegas.
Sin City.

The city where I was supposed to be celebrating my final days of being single with some of my best friends but instead here I was, alone. I knew I should have felt some kind of way as I walked through the airport surrounded by strangers in a new city, but all I really felt was exhaustion. I didn’t sleep once I left the house last night, I had too many emotions running through my head.

I made my way to baggage claim and was surprised to see a smartly dressed man standing by the door with my name on a card. I groaned at the memory that I never cancelled the car service or any other activities that we had planned months ago. I knew some of them were in Alex’s name, so I wouldn’t be surprised if she cancelled them after she left my house, but I wouldn’t know until I got to the hotel.

I spotted my bag and quickly grabbed it before making my way to the guy with the card with my name on it. “Hello, I’m Isabella Johnson.” I’m smiled at him.

He smiled at me before tugging his sign under his arm, grabbing my suitcase. “Welcome to Las Vegas, Miss Johnson.”

The ride to the hotel was filled with chatter with my driver as he told me all about life in Vegas. Like any curious person, he asked why I was visiting Sin City, and there was just something about his nature that made me want to spill everything to him. So I did. I needed to unload on someone outside of the situation and hope that maybe they’d be able to give me some kind of insight on what the fuck I was supposed to do.

Once I got to the hotel, I quickly checked in and requested a downgrade on my room since I no longer needed an entire suite. Once I had a room and was unpacked, I ventured downstairs the the casino area in search of the bar. I needed a drink or seven. I noticed that this hotel and casino had several bars, so I looked for the one that was the least crowded.

I quickly found a spot and slid onto a barstool, sending the passing bartender a smile. She quickly acknowledged me before finishing with her current customer before making her way to me.

“You look like you need a drink or several.” She mused with a sympathetic smile. One that I was sure was practiced, but at this point I didn’t care. “What can I get you, sweetie?” She asked.

“Something strong please. No tequila though.” I smiled.

With a nod she began making me a drink, chatting with those within ear shot. Once she was finished, she placed the drink in front of me with a wink before moving further down the bar. I took a sip of the drink and shuttered at the strength of the alcohol. I silently thanked the bartender before taking another, larger sip. The bar was quiet and so was the area around it, but there were still a ton of people walking around. Perfect for people watching.

As I sat at the bar, sipping at my drink. I glanced around my surroundings and while there were a ton of people walking around I only seemed to notice the large groups and couples. In my vicinity alone, I spotted two different bachelorette groups all laughing and having a great time. I sighed and finished off my drink, nodding to the bartender for another one. I watched one of the groups as they all began chanting, and drawing attention to the bride. That should be me, I thought as I watched the bride throw back her head and laugh as she wrapped her arms around one of her friends.

Several drinks later, I was beginning to feel the buzz. My lips were starting to go numb and I was vaguely aware of the fact that I kept licking and biting them, trying to make sure they were still there. That thought made me giggle to myself, because of course they were still there.
I was pulled out of my thoughts when the bartender set a plate full of egg rolls down in front of me. They looked and smelled delicious, but I knew I wasn’t drunk enough to order food without me knowing. I looked from the plate to the woman standing in front of me.

“Um, I didn’t order those.” I informed her.

She nodded. “I know, but the guy behind me on the other side of the bar was adamant about ordering you food. He seemed to get more agitated the more you drank. This isn’t a normal request I see.” She shrugged. “Oh, and he also gave me this note to give to you.”

You need to eat

That was all the note said. I looked around the bar, wondering who felt the need to tell me what I needed to do. But I couldn't deny the rumble in my stomach when the aroma of the egg rolls hit me. Setting the note and my curiosity aside, I dug into the food in front of me. Every once in a while, the bartender would stop by and chat with me. She was telling me all the places she recommends I check out while I was in town, she even offered to show me around when she wasn't work.

We were currently talking about checking out one of the clubs in the area when she trailed off.
"You have my number, text me tomorrow when you wake up." She slapped her hand on the bar before looking over my shoulder and tending to a new customer at the bar.

Feeling a presence behind me, I turned on my stool and came face to face with the guy who had been more or less staring at me from across the bar all day. The first thing I noticed was his electric green eyes, the second thing was his arms covered in tattoos. He had a button up shirt on, but had the sleeves rolled up past his elbows. My eyes traveled up his body and I nearly groaned when I noticed the two pieces of metal on either side of his plump bottom lip. I wonder what it would feel like to kiss and bite those lips, I thought to myself as I watched him assess me. I rolled my eyes at the both of us before greeting him.

“Can I help you with something?” I asked, snark clear in my voice.

I was heading into a drunken “I hate men” mentality and this guy was quickly becoming my first victim…well second behind Colby.

“You’ve been drinking a lot tonight.” He stated.

I snorted. “It’s a bar, dumbass.”

He growled and stepped closer to me. “Well that was rude. I’m just trying to help you.”

I rolled my eyes again and leaned my back on the bar. “I don’t need your help…or anyone’s help for that matter.”

It was his turn to roll his eyes. “Everyone needs help from time to time. But you’ve been sitting at this bar for several hours now, downing drinks like they are water, and not once have you checked your phone or has anyone checked up on you. So to me, that means that you’re alone and drinking as much as you have and being alone, in what I can only assume is a foreign city, is not safe. For anyone, but especially for a beautiful thing like yourself.”

I stared at the guy standing in front of me. Was he serious? I knew I should be creeped out that he had noticed all that I was alone, but part of me didn’t care. Don’t be stupid, Isa. The small voice in the back of my head yelled at me. I knew I needed to be aware of my surroundings, especially since I was in fact, alone.

“Aren’t you exactly the type I should be watching out for? The mysterious guy in the bar who has been watching me since I sat down. Not to mention ordering me food because you think I’ve drank too much” I gesture to the empty cups and plates in front of me. “Most guys would’ve just bought me a drink and left well enough alone”

The guy in front of me laughed and I felt my stomach flip a little at the sound. “Believe me, sweetheart, I’m far from most guys.”

I rolled my eyes again. “Like I haven’t heard that line before.” I sighed and signaled for another drink. “Listen, I appreciate the food and if you must know, it was needed. So thank you.” I admitted. “But right now, I am far from interested in holding a conversation with anyone whose name doesn’t start with a “J” I shrugged, smiling my thanks at the bartender.

“Why only J names?”

I chuckled and held up my glass of amber liquid. “Jim, Jack, and or Jose.” I smirked, taking a healthy sip of my drink.

“What about Z names?” He smirked.

I feigned disinterest as I swirled the ice cubes around. When in fact I’ve wanted to know his name since he sent the food over. I wasn’t going to tell him, but I had noticed him almost the second I sat down. He was hard to miss. He was dressed in almost all black except for his purple and black hair and the red bow tie he had on. The purple hair is what really grabbed my attention at first because it wasn’t normal these days for guys his age have colored hair, let alone hair colored purple. His presence was felt the second you were in his vicinity.

“What about them?” I asked, glancing around the room again.

“How do you feel about them?” He shrugged, messing around with his lip rings.

That move had me clenching my thighs together as a wave of desire surged through me.
“Hmmm, i don’t know any alcohol names that start with that letter”

I watched as his smirk deepened and he took another step closer to me, officially invading my personal space. I felt the breath in my throat hitch as he placed his hand on the bar next to me as he leaned closer towards me. I was trapped as he stared unwavering down at me. I felt exposed. “You don’t need alcohol to feel the things that I can make you feel.” He looked me up and down and licked his lips again, causing me to actually whimper. He heard the noise and his eyes darkened. “I’m probably making you feel them already, aren’t I?”

I took a shaky breath and bit my lip, trying to ignore the ache between my legs. This man knew exactly what to say to turn me on. It made me wonder what he was like in bed. Made me wonder what it would feel like to have his lips on mine.

If it was even possible, he got even closer to me. Close enough that his mouth was next to my ear and i could feel his breath on my neck and ear lobe. “Zacky”

I pulled back in confusion. “What?” That was the last thing I expected to hear him say.
He chuckled again, this time it was deeper. “My name is Zacky.”

“Isa....Isabella.”

Zacky hummed in my ear lowly before taking my ear lobe in his mouth and biting down on it. Fuck he knew what he was doing. “That is a fucking beautiful name.” He hissed, placing a hand on my jaw.

The feel of his skin on mine sent my mind reeling. I knew i should have been freaked out that he was touching me but all i knew in this moment was that i couldn’t think straight. Why was I letting this stranger touch me? I just met him, just found out his name, yet I wanted his hands on more than just my face.

“Thanks, my parents got it for me for my birthday.” I smirked, shaking my head to get rid of the thoughts about Zacky touching me. I watched as Zacky threw his head back and laughed and once again I found myself wondering what other noises sounded like coming from him.
His laughter died down as he shook his head. “That was a good one.” He relented. “Now, why don’t you tell me what has you in a hotel bar in Vegas alone.” This wasn’t a question, this was a demand and the urge to tell him to go fuck himself once again resurfaced up.

As soon as that thought crossed my mind though another one quickly followed and this one told me to tell him everything. I sighed and finished off my drink and before I could even turn to ask for another, my glass was refilled. I took a few more sips of the new drink, trying to bide my time. Did I really want to tell this stranger my problems? Why would he care why i was alone in a bar in Vegas?

“Are you going to sit down or continue to stand over me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow challenging him.

He grinned. “I’ll stand.” His eyes traveled to my tank top and the cleavage that was visible.
His gaze made me shiver and blush at the same time. I knew I should be appalled he was openly checking me out but at the same time, I found myself shifting in my seat trying to ease the sudden throbbing between my thighs.

“Fine. Stand. But know this might be a long story.” Zacky shrugged and I mirrored

The action before launching into the embarrassment that became my love life. I found myself telling this man everything from the moment I met Colby and how frustrating it was that he was such a pushover, but how he was always there for me until he was always there for my sister.
Throughout my entire story telling, Sara kept refilling my drink with no questions asked. I had spilled to her why I was there and what had happened. She knew I needed to drink this away. So she played her part in it. I was aware with the fact that I was good and drunk. My lips and fingertips were pleasantly numb.

“Do you know how annoying it is when som-someone doesn’t challenge you?” I hiccuped. “Or when they act like they don’t have opinions on anything?” I huffed, now angry at my ex. “There are some days that I just wanted his approval on some things. And I know that sounds crazy, but I hate making decisions.” I chuckled.

“There is nothing wrong with making decisions. Especially when it involves pleasure.” He smirked.

I had noticed Zacky look over my shoulder and shake his head subtly. When I turned around, I saw Sara collecting my glasses and replacing them with a tall glass of water. I pouted at her and she just chuckled lightly.

“Sorry chicka, I have to start cleaning up and last call is in a few minutes anyway. Do you want your bill or just charge it to your room?” She asked, placing a billfold near me.
“Just charge it to the suite, Sara. It’s in Matt’s name this time around.” He winked at her before looking back to me. “You need to drink that glass of water or you’re going to regret everything in the morning.”

I nodded my thanks to Sara before turning my attention back to Zacky. I just started at him, shocked that he so easily he just paid for my drinks without even looking at the bill. I wasn’t drinking cheap booze, so I knew that it had to be high with the number of times Sara refilled my glass. Underneath the shock, I also felt a tad disappointed that he didn’t feel the need to comment on my ex. Most guys would have at least said something about how I was better than he deserved and he was missing out. I’d take any cliche at this point.

“If you like to be challenged, than I’m you’re guy. Clearly your ex didn’t see the spark in your eyes when you mention challenge and all I know is I want to see that spark and then some. Plus, I can make you forget all about that loser.”

“Oh yeah? That sounds like a challenge.”

Zacky quirked am eyebrow at me and just smirked. He waited a second before I burst out in laughter but it was cut short when his fingers boldly laced through mine and next thing I knew we were headed towards the elevator and my heart rate was skyrocketing.

As soon as we reached the elevator, Zacky had me pinned against the wall by his hips and my wrists were above my head in one of his calloused hands. He was close enough to me that I could feel his breath ghosting over my face. “You’re holding on to a lot of things here, Isabelle.” He whispered. “You need to let go. Let me take care of you, let me help you let go.” His voice free huskier as he nipped at my bottom lip. “Give yourself to me...just for tonight.”

Before I could even think about my answer, my head was nodding up and down in agreement.
“Use your words. I need to you hear you say it. Will you give yourself to me?”

“Y-yes I will.” I replied in a shaky breath as I stared into his darkening eyes. I was so turned on that I would have agreed to almost anything at this point. I just wanted him to touch me. To be inside me. To make me feel and forget at the same time.

“Good girl.” He growled before crashing his lips to mine in a dominating and passion fueled kiss.

I moaned into the kiss and whether it was because of his words or the kiss itself I’ll never know. All I did know was that he was kissing me with so much dominance that I knew my panties were ruined.

Zacky bit down on my lip and tugged at it as his free hand moved to the inside of my thigh. I could feel my muscles, both internal and external, twitching at his touch as he slowly trailed his fingers up my thigh. When his hand reached the seam between my legs, he pressed on it sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body. I pulled away from the kiss with a loud moan as my head made contact with the wall of the elevator.

“I want you to cum right here, right now.” Zacky growled, applying more pressure to my seam.
The throbbing intensified and my legs began to shake as the white ball of heat grew in my lower stomach. My hands struggled in their restraint as I ached to touch Zacky, so instead I dug my nails into my palms as I exploded right there against the wall of the elevator with a loud moan.

“That’s a good girl.” He whispered in my ear, nipping my ear lobe

I blushed at his words and tried to catch my breath as the elevator came to a stop on my floor. With shaky legs, I lead Zacky down the hallway by the hand. I looked over my shoulder and met with lust filled green eyes. Slowly, while still holding eye contact, he licked his lips and grinned when I whimpered.



*****

When I woke up the next morning, I felt like I had been hit by a bus. My head was pounding and my body was sore. I tried stretching and felt where exactly I was sore and couldn’t stop the smirk that over took my face. Zacky. Remembering that I brought the mysterious man back to my room last night, I turned my head to find that where he had been when I fell asleep was cold and didn’t look like it had been slept in. I sighed sadly and wondered why I thought he was going to stay the night.

Doesn’t he know that morning sex is the best sex?

Groaning when the throbbing in my head intensified, I swung my legs off the bed and made my way to the shower. When I walked into the bathroom, I noticed a sticky note on the mirror

Morning sleepyhead,
You were out like a light and I was needed last night so i left you alone. There is pain meds on the counter and room service set up for you, just call the desk and tell them “Mr Baker’s order” for your room number. Once you’ve eaten and dressed, meet me at the pool bar. I’ll be down there all afternoon.
-Z

I was not expecting him to be in my bed when I woke up, so seeing a note from him telling me that he got me food...well kinda..and he wanted me to join him again was surprising.
Once again this man was trying to feed me and I found myself okay with it. Colby would have waited until i woke up and made something and usually he complained about it. So it was nice to wake up after a night of great sex, to find out i didn’t have to decide what to eat. I made my way back to the bedroom and dove across the bed, groaning as my head throbbed painfully. I quickly dialed the number for room service and informed them that the door would be propped open and they could just drop the food off.

Once that was taken care of, I went to take a shower. I was in awe of the shower stall, all glass with a bench. A bench that I could see myself bent over with Zacky behind me. Taking me roughly. My own thoughts had me flushing deeply as I turned the water on. Last night was amazing...some of the best sex I’ve had in a long time. Zacky knew exactly what he was doing and what i needed even when i didn’t know.

I could feel the tightness in my muscles as I undressed and stepped under the shower spray. I stood under the water and let the hot water do its job. As I stood there, I couldn’t help but think about the way Zacky practically dominated me last night. I found myself quickly following his commands and not asking a single question.

The sensible part of my brain knew that I shouldn’t be feeling this comfortable after a night with a stranger...my first one night stand, but i also knew that I felt safe when i was in Zacky’s presence. Something about him allowed me to put my guard down last night and open up to him, even just s little bit. I trusted him enough to bring him to my room and sleep with him. There was just something about him

When I got out of the shower, I dried off and slipped on my bikini and a sundress before going to eat the breakfast that was waiting for me. Along with another note:

Don’t forget about the pool. You do need to relax after all. See you soon.
-Z

After breakfast, o gathered my things for the pool and threw them into a bad. Grabbing my sunglasses off the nightstand, I made my way down to the pool where Zacky said he’d be.
When I finally spotted Zacky, he was sitting on a lounger talking to another guy who was reclined on the lounger next to him with a girl laying between his legs. If I hadn’t been so distracted by seeing Zacky shirtless again within the last twelve hours, i would’ve noticed the waitress walking in my direction. I quickly noticed her...when I ended up in the pool.

Notes

HELLLLLO ZACKY!