All I Want - Sequel

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Michael looks at Tom completely dumbfounded at what he just said. I feel so uncomfortable right now. Not just because Michael was practically stalking me, but because of the tension right now. They hate each other, you can just tell.
"It wasn't like that. I wasn't being a stalker or anything. You're making this out to be something that it's not." Michael says.
"Waiting outside of our resort and waiting for my wife to leave so you can follow her is stalking." Tom states. "Get your things, we're leaving."
"No, it's cool. I'll leave." Michael says. "Sorry I just wanted to see my old friend.."
he walks off, and I can't help but feel kind of bad. We were best friends at one point. Although he was a little creepy, he did just want to see me..

"Maybe we were too harsh.." I say quietly.
"Really? Too harsh? Lia he followed you." He says.
"Yeah I know. I just feel bad, we used to be really close is all." I shrug.
"Oh my god." He shakes his head at me, and starts walking away back towards the hut to get a drink.
Oh no.. I shouldn't have said that. He's upset now.. Tom doesn't get upset easily and it's definitely not often. For some reason this just hit him weird.
"Hey, wheres Tom?" Haz asks as him and Stassie walk over to me.
"Getting a drink. He's mad at me." I sigh.
"Do I need to punch him?" Stassie asks quickly and Haz's eyes widen.
"No.. just a stupid thing." I mutter. "It's not a big deal."
"I'll go talk to him." Haz says and walks off.
Stassie sits next to me and I feel myself slump. I don't like when Tom is upset with me.

After Stass and I sit under the warmth of the Florida sun for a bit while the boys were hanging out, they start to walk back over to us. I give Tom hopeful eyes but he simply walks past without even looking at me. Is he serious?! I didn't even do anything!
"Sorry. Couldn't get it out of him." Haz apologizes. what could possibly be his problem?
I stand to my feet, quickly walking through the sand that's slightly burning my feet to get to Tom. He doesn't get to just ignore me. That's not what married couples do.
"Tom stop walking away." I say, knowing he can hear me but he keeps walking. This little bitch.. "Tom! I'm having your fucking baby stop walking away!"
I don't know if it's cause I raised my voice or because I mentioned our baby but he stops, and turns to me.
"What?" He asks.
"Why are you so mad at me? What did I do?" I question.
"I don't like him." He states firmly.
"So why are you mad at me?" I shake my head.
"I'm not- I just- I'll see you at the resort. Okay? Go have fun." He kisses my head less than lovingly and walks off.
What. The. Fuck.

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Our beach day comes to an end, but I really couldn't enjoy it because I missed having my boy with me. I don't know why he's acting like this but I'm not going to put up with it. He doesn't get to be mad at me because I felt bad or because I was friends with Michael when I was eight years old. This is just ridiculous.

I walk up to our room, unlocking the door. When I walk in I take notice of my boy laying in the middle of the bed, his pants off and his dick in hand. He pumps himself harshly, curses stringing from his lips. he's so caught up in his self satisfaction that he hasn't even noticed me come in. I watch him closely, all my irritation melting away because the sounds he makes are so infatuating. My hand slips into my panties, and I slowly rub circles on myself, getting off on the sight.

"Tommy-" I accidentally moan out, making Toms eyes dart over to me.
I quickly pull my hand from my panties, but not quick enough for him to not notice. It's my one rule. I'm not allowed to touch myself.
"Get your ass over here." He mutters.
I walk over to him, giving him innocent eyes but he barely looks at me before pulling me down onto the bed and yanking my shorts and swim bottoms off of me.
"Tom I'm gross from the beach, I need a shower." I say.
"Fine then."
He gets up, walking into the bathroom. I hear the shower start and go in, seeing he's getting undressed to take a shower with me. Are we suddenly okay?
"Come on." He encourages, and I step into the warm shower with him, the water hitting both of our bodies. I want him.. so bad.
"On your fucking knees." He says quietly in my ear.
I'm really going to regret what I'm about to do.
"No." I say.
His eyes widen, complete shock splayed across his face. I've never told him no before. I want to try something.. different.
My fingers lay on his cheek, and my thumb drags across his bottom lip.
"You're going to take care of me tonight."

I don't know if Tom secretly has a submissive side to him, or maybe he just wanted to switch it up tonight. All I know is that after those words left my lips, his entire attitude changed. Like he will do anything I say.. he will do anything to please me.. he will take every. Last. Command.
"You are going to get on your knees, and you're going to eat me out." I test out, seeing how he will respond.
Almost instantly Tom gets on his knees, and I feel the powerful feeling of being in control. I get it- why he likes it. This is amazing. You can have whatever you want, whenever you want it.

I feel his lips start to work their way across my thigh, and his tongue swipes up and flicks my clit. I gasp, grasping at his hair. The hot water falls onto our skin, making his hair fall to his forehead as he eats me out. I lay my palm flat on the back of his head, pushing him in more as he aggressively licks me.
"Feel so g- fuck." I moan.
He inserts two fingers into me as his tongue circles my clit, and he pumps them slowly, stretching me out a bit. God he knows just what to do, and exactly how to do it.
"I'm gonna come- oh my god." I say, my legs going weak as he works me through my high, his strong arm wrapping around me to help support my weight as my eyes close and my head falls back. My moans echo through the steamy room and I mentally thank god that no one is on the other side of this wall to hear the unholy sounds leaving my mouth.

We get out of the shower, his lips kissing mine desperately as we stumble into the room, our bodies crashing on the bed. I climb on top of him, straddling his lap. I grab his wrists in each hand, pinning them above his head. He smirks, obviously enjoying the change of dynamic.
"I'm going to ride your dick." I say, kissing his lips softly. "And you don't get to touch me."
He grunts softly as I grab his dick in my hand, running my thumb over the tip, just grazing it lightly. I then line myself up with him and let my hips fall, quickly taking all of him inside me. He groans, his hands grabbing my hips but I grab them, and pin them back above his head.
"I said no fucking touching." I remind him, and his cheeks go pink.
He likes it..
I bounce up and down on his cock, loving the feeling of being in control. Watching him whine and struggle to obey is intoxicating. The way his hands shake and his lip is caught between his teeth.. it's beautiful.
"Please .. I want to come." He speaks up.
I can tell he's so close, and so am I.
"Please." He whimpers.
Fuck that's hot..
"Go ahead baby, you can come." I grant him permission.

He releases into me, quickly sending me into my second orgasm for the night. His sexy moans fill the space, and I come to a halt on his hips, just feeling him inside me as my high passes. He quickly grabs my hips, and flips me over so I'm on my back. My dominating attitude melts away quickly, and he smirks down at me.
"Now that I've let you have your fun, let me show you how a real Dom does it pretty girl."

A/N: someone requested Dom Lia and Sub Tom so here u go!! I hope it was okay. I'm not used to writing fem!dom.
If you guys ever have requests for the story, just leave em in the comments and if I like them I will use them!!