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LETTY::: Vince came thundering down the stairs just as I was getting the leftover spaghetti out of the microwave.

"Yo Let, the man wants ya!" he said as he headed for the door. Then he stopped, turned to me, gave me a dirty, thorough up and down look, and chuckled that disgusting laugh that seemed to follow him everywhere.

"You and Dom," he said, then walked out the door. Obviously the bashing Dom had given him wasn't enough!

I slammed the microwave door shut, sat down at the table, and started to eat.

Exactly 3 minutes later (I was watching the clock as I ate) Dom came running down the stairs, wearing only a pair of jeans that weren't done up, and an angry frown. Damn, but if I were a lesser chick, I would have fainted or some shit. Dom sure could through a lot of menace into his frowns sometimes.

He stopped at the opposite side of the table and sat down. I could almost see his muscles force themselves to relax as he stared quietly at me.

"What?" I said, my mouth full of food, my eyes wide with feigned innocence. I figured it was the easiest way to get him riled, and I loved to see him mad! His jaw clenched, his nostrils flared slightly, and his muscles flexed. Not to mention the fact that his dark hazel eyes flared with a few normally un-noticeable golden flecks!

He forced a fake smile.

"I'm hungry Let," he said. He deliberately let his eyes travel over me, hell, he even stared at parts of me that were covered by the table. His intention was to make me feel like he was undressing me with his eyes, and fuck me if that's what happened! I could feel myself going hot all over. He was doing it again! I wasn't in control!

In retaliation, I deliberately misunderstood him. I pushed the plate of spaghetti across to him, the fork settled nicely on top.

"You want?" I asked.

I should have known that he would pay me back for that, and he did.

"Hell yes!" he said, stepping up. He walked over to me. He was slow, but I couldn't force myself to move, I was glued to the chair.

He didn't stop until his legs were touching my knees. He reached out a hand, and smoothed a lock of my hair behind my ear.

"Why didn't you come Letty?" he whispered.

I tried to close my eyes, but I couldn't. "Shit Dom, I'm not your slave!" I said.

He shook his head. "You wanted to come, why didn't you?" he asked again.

I had never been able to lie to Dom, so I just turned my face away.

"Letty," he warned, his hand pushing my chin up to face him.

"I dunno, I guess I was a bit, I mean like a tiny, tiny bit.scared. Dammit! I'm not myself at the moment aight?"

His eyes are filled with tenderness, but his face has gone hard. "You afraid of me Let?" he asked.

"Hell no! Dom, I trust you, God! It's just that, even before, when I knew that I wanted you, I never felt so.overwhelmed. Now I do, and, I just wanted some time, to get used to it I guess."

In one swift movement of Dom's arms, I wasn't sitting on the chair, but standing in front of him as he sat on the chair. Then with another slight flick of his wrists, he pulled me down on top of him, so I was sitting comfortably on his lap.

"You know, you didn't have to wait for me to make it all better." He said smiling.

He looked up at the clock. "How long did I take?" he asked.

"3 minutes to the second," I blurted out.

How did he do that?

"You could have just come up to bed and told me. Look Let, it's sposed to be this way, don't worry." He kissed me lightly on the cheek. Was this the guy that everyone called heartless? Was this the same Dom that lived his life a quarter of a mile at a time?

I smile, this is my very own Dom!

"Do you feel it too?" I ask.

He frowns immediately, "Hell no! I mean, girl's are sposed to feel shy and unsure there first time, not guys!" He looked so disgruntled I almost shook with suppressed laughter.

"Well Dom, my girlie girlie phaze is over, and since we won't start our whole 'staying in bed all day' thing until we get upstairs, I don't think it should end till bout this time tomorrow, what d'you say?" I grin, jump off his lap and run for the stairs.

"Race you!" I call.

I stop at the bottom of the stairs, and look over at him, the challenge still in my eyes. He walks slowly over and shakes his head.

"No hard feelings when I win?" he asked arrogantly.

"The only hard feelings will come from you!" I say and look down at his crotch.

"Damn straight!" he said, and we ran!
DOM::: I was almost tempted to let her win, I always did love the sight of her little backside while she ran. But I wouldn't be a racer if 'almost' ruled my life. Needless to say, I won. Okay, so it was only by a coupla inches, still, I won! And Letty was my prize.

As soon as we reached my room I pulled her into my arms and kissed her, thoroughly, and hungrily.

"Letty?" I ask.

I don't know what the fuck I'm asking, but her answer was an equally passionate kiss. She jumped into my arms, her legs wrapping around my back, and opened her mouth, welcoming my tongue.

Somehow I turned us toward the bed, and the next thing I knew, we were lying down. I let my hands travel up her sides, and groan impatiently as my hands are met with material. I lean up and pull her top over her head. My eyes almost bulge out of my head.

My gorgeous, 'innocent' Letty isn't wearing a bra!

I lick my lips, they taste of her. I lean back down and place a small, nibbling kiss on each of her full breasts.

I look up at her, her eyes are glazed with passion. Letty.