Throwback Thursday – Tommy Ferrano Beast Mode in TNT
I was planning to share this in my FB reader group but it would most certainly have gotten me thrown in FB jail. So, here’s a safer bet.
With an original teaser that came before I had all the other series covers redone.
NSFW Scene Snippet Below
The Dominator 1.5, TNT, a dark mafia romance
“If I could turn back the clock, I would,” he said softly.
My heart skipped a beat.
“Huh? To when?” My blood ran cold. He backed up and leaned against the opposite counter.
“To the day I first saw you. So fuckin’ innocent, humming along to some stupid pop song on the radio, excited about your life. Your plans. Shoulda left you there, walked away and left you behind that ice cream counter, instead of tainting you with my poison.”
I took the two steps separating us and slapped him straight across the face.
Yeah. Not a smart move, but I was suddenly furious. And Tommy? He was stunned.
“Don’t you ever say that to me again!” I demanded.
I was quickly pinned against the wall, my arms over my head in his grip. He was breathing fire at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his jaw clenching.
“How dare you, Tommy Ferrano! You wish your love for me away? That’s mine! Poison or not, it’s mine. Don’t you ever fucking wish it away!” I was screaming in his face and tears were rolling down my cheeks. I think it was safe to say, I was having a bit of a nervous breakdown.
It turned my blood to acid to think that he’d wish what we have away for even a second.
“You got a death wish? Smacking me in the face, Athena?” His voice was controlled, dangerously so.
“What we have is everything to me. It’s all I have. All I w-want.” I sniffled.
His eyes warmed for a fraction of a second, then his jaw bulged again. “You need to be punished for that. You do not fucking hit me. You hear me?”
“Don’t ever say that again, then.” I sniffled, filled with bravado.
I went to move my arms but his grip tightened, and then he spun me so that my back was to him and he re-pinned my arms in one hand, ripped my shorts and panties down with the other hand, and whacked my ass super-hard.
I hissed at the sting.
He smacked it again. “What am I gonna fucking do with you?” His voice betrayed emotion.
He didn’t want to punish me. He sounded like he probably wanted to cuddle me. I didn’t want a cuddle. I wanted, no needed it to hurt.
“Fuck me. Show me who I belong to. Show me you’d never ever turn back time and let me be someone else’s.”
“Baby,” he sighed and kissed the back of my neck.
He was melting.
No. Not what I needed. Not what he needed.
Not at all.
“If you’d turned around and left without claiming me, maybe I’d have gotten back with Nick. He wanted me back.”
Tommy’s body tightened.
“Or some other guy. Some other guy fucking me, holding me at night? Taking what could’ve been yours? But it isn’t, because you walked away.”
His palm slapped the wall beside my head. “Shut up.”
“Make me shut up.”
He spun me around and the look in his eyes?
Uh oh.
Beast mode: Unleashed.
Tommy
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, baby girl. So fucking hard you’re gonna feel me for days.”
She smirked. I was also gonna wipe that smirk off her face. Her smirk evaporated. She knew she was in big fucking trouble.
“Big trouble, baby girl…”
I marched her out of the kitchen into the family room, throwing her over the back of the couch so her ass was up in the air, her elbows and face down in the cushions. And I whacked her ass five times right in a row. Hard. It wasn’t just pink. It was scarlet red. She kicked and cried, and after the fifth slap tried to scoot forward to get away, but I wasn’t fucking having it. I had her hair and held her down while I rammed my cock into her ass dry. Yep. I fucking did. Call me a fucking bastard. I do not give a fuck.
She screeched. “Tommy, no! It hurts.”
“You ever think of smacking your husband’s face again, remember this, little wife.” I rammed in again and she cried out.
I pulled out and slammed into her pussy. Soaked. Fucking beautiful, baby girl.
This little wife of mine needed to learn. She knows who the fuck she belongs to. She’s doing this… this goading for me. For me.
She wants me to show her. She needs it.
I fucking love this girl more than ever. She wants to heal me. She spends every day looking for ways to do that. I don’t deserve her. I should’ve left her to her life. Instead, I took her and twisted her into this, this little goddess that spends her life trying to please me. I am never letting her go.
I need to do better, be better, for her. But, yet, even if I can’t, even if I continue to be a sadistic asshole prick, she’s proven she’s in this. I don’t know how I got so lucky given all my sins, but fuck if I’m not keeping what’s mine.
I rubbed her asshole and there was blood on my thumb. I wiped it on my jeans and slapped her ass again.
“Oh God,” she cried out. Pain and pleasure. Both right there in her cry.
“You wanna come?”
“Mm hm.” Her voice was muffled by the cushions.
“Beg.”
“Please, Tommy.”
I put my fingers to her clit. “Naw.” I pulled them away. “You’re a naughty girl. Naughty girls don’t get to come. Naughty girls need to fucking learn.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes. I’m sorry I smacked your face. I love you so much.”
She was slamming back into my cock, wiggling her sweet little ass for me. Fuck. I grabbed between her legs again and her pussy was so fucking soaked I could barely get a grip on her clit. I wiped my fingers on my jeans and went back again and worked it until she was screaming out my name.
I slapped her ass again, mid-orgasm.
And then I flipped her around to face me, glared at her, threw her over my shoulder and carried my naughty wife upstairs to our bedroom.
Tia
He took me into the shower.
“Wash me,” he ordered. “Wash me good, because you’re going down on me in less than a minute. I don’t give a fuck I was just in your ass and your pussy.”
My eyes went wide. He’d had me go down on him after he’d been inside me but never that way. No, I didn’t want that.
“Now.”
Shit. I hurried. I washed me, too. As soon as we were rinsed, I was being pulled out and backed up as he advanced, looking like a predator.
I slipped and nearly wiped out on the bathroom floor with the puddle we’d made from our dripping selves and he caught me, concern flashing briefly in his eyes, and then I was up in his arms and carried, then dropped on the bed. He was immediately on me, climbing my body, ramming his cock into my mouth. Holy shit. It still tasted a bit soapy. Too bad, though, because I couldn’t protest. He was straddling my face.
“Suck,” he ordered as I choked.
I grabbed his ass and tried my best.
But it didn’t matter, really. He wasn’t waiting for me to suck. He was fucking my face.
He had my hair suddenly, and it was a little too rough, but again, too bad. I tried to roll with it.
He let go, pulled out so abruptly that my mouth made a pop sound and there was spit all over my chin. I was flipped over like a pancake and pulled up to my knees, and then he was inside me again, slapping my pussy again.
I cried out. “Fuck. Baby…”
His hand went over my mouth and he went harder. I whimpered behind his hand.
He was determined to pull another one out of me. I didn’t think I could, no way. I was exhausted. But then the orgasm bared its teeth and was upon me. Oh shit. I have no choice. It was coming.
It hit me, blinding white light in my face, and after so many of them consecutively, but he was there telling me to take it, telling me to give it to him, so I fought against the urge to squint against that white light. I opened up wide and soaked it in. Holy fucking shit.
Subspace.
He fucked me for at least another hour in every position he could likely think of. He came three times. After the first time he was instantly hard again. The second erection lasted a long time. Then, it took a while for him to have a third. But during that time, he spanked me. He sucked my nipples so hard, they would bruise. He kissed me, swallowing my cries as he pulled my hair. When he got that third hard-on, it went fast. Thank God. I was exhausted and sore and I didn’t complain once.
He slept for ten hours straight afterwards.
Mission accomplished. I was sore all over and my ass had been beaten halfway to a pulp, but he was actually snoring. And he never snored, so that told me how exhausted he was.
“I’m gonna be the best wife ever,” I whispered, smiling to myself. And then I laughed at my own ridiculous thoughts, such submissive thoughts. And then I snuggled in and slept, too.
~~~
The novella – books2read.com/dominatortnt
Technically book 1.5 in The Dominator Series timeline but I released as a fourth anniversary (of book 1) novella and suggest you read it after Dominator 3, Unbound as the TNT epilogue is slightly spoilery.
The reading order:
There’s also a Dominator Series boxed set with books 1, 2, and 3.
Saved – Alessandro and Holly’s story (can also be read as standalone but if you plan to read The Dominator Series, I suggest you read Saved after Unbound)
Spin-off series – The Devious Games Duet starts with Kill Game and wraps up with Dirty Stack
Fun Facts:
When my alpha reader read this book she came to me with serious concerns about Tommy going in the back door and then the front door. She suggested I change that scene because readers would drop all sorts of comments in reviews about how that kind of thing causes infections and it’s a common pet peeve among erotic romance readers to see that happen in a scene.
My reaction? It wouldn’t be beast mode if Tommy didn’t do bad things – but I appreciated the feedback. The compromise was a conversation with Tommy and Tia the next day where she tells him off for doing that and warns he’ll give her an infection.
Another not-so-fun fact, a blooper – I had a boss back in my early career girl days that talked about an island with a beach for every day of the year. Antigua. THAT’s where I meant to send Tommy and Tia for their honeymoon. I accidentally made it Aruba.
This was a surprise release for the Tommy and Tia lovers. Will there be any more T&T surprises?
You never know…
Tags: dark romance, mafia romance, The Dominator Series, TNT, Tommy and Tia
The Dominator | admin February 17, 2022
