Dominating The Skyline - Gold Edition (Patreon)

The sun dipped lazily toward the horizon, casting a golden glow over the city skyline. The rooftop pool shimmered in the evening light, its tranquillity only interrupted by the occasional ripple. Dominica Voss reclined at the edge, her colossal frame made a striking contrast to the delicate finesse of her pink nails and strong makeup. She basked in the warmth, every inch of her a testament to power and femininity.

The door to the rooftop opened with a hesitant creak, and a man stepped through, dwarfed by the scene before him. At 5'10" he was by no means small, but in Dominica’s presence he felt almost diminutive. She turned her head slightly, a predatory smile playing on her lips.

"Ah, there you are," she purred, her voice a rich alto that seemed to reverberate through the air. "Do come closer, don't be shy."

He approached, his steps faltering slightly. "Dominica," he greeted, trying to steady his voice, "you look... incredible."

Her laughter was like velvet. "Flattery will get you everywhere, darling. But please, call me Dom."

He nodded, swallowing hard. "Alright, Dom. This place is amazing."

"Thank you. I like to think of it as my personal sanctuary. A place where I can... unwind." She eyed him, amusement dancing in her eyes. "And where I can invite intriguing guests."

He chuckled awkwardly, his hands fidgeting at his sides. "I'm honoured to be here."

"Honoured, and perhaps a little nervous?" she teased, her gaze piercing yet playful. "Come now, there's no need for that."

"I suppose... I didn't know what to expect."

Dominica leaned back, her muscles shifting like coiled springs. "Expectation is a funny thing. It often limits our experience. Wouldn't you agree?"

He nodded, entranced by her presence. "Yeah, I suppose you're right."

"Of course I am," she said with a wink. "Now, why don’t you join me in the pool? The water is divine."

His eyes widened slightly. "In the pool? With you?"

"Yes, with me," she echoed, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Do you need a formal invitation?"

He stammered, "No, no, it's just... I didn't bring any swimwear."

"Improvise," she suggested, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Unless you're afraid?"

"No, I'm not afraid," he protested, kicking off his shoes and stripping down to his boxers. The cool air brushed his skin as he hesitated at the pool's edge.

Dominica's gaze was unyielding, expectant. "In you get, then."

Taking a deep breath, he slid into the water, the coolness contrasting sharply with his heated nerves. He swam over to where she lounged, her presence both intimidating and exhilarating.

"Good boy," she praised, her voice  silky.

Dominica leaned closer, her powerful presence palpable even in the still water. "Tell me, do you enjoy a good challenge?" she asked, her tone both inviting and teasing.

He raised an eyebrow, curiosity mingling with apprehension. "Depends on the challenge, I suppose."

Her laughter was soft, yet it resonated with a confident intensity. "I like that answer. Keeps things interesting." She moved slightly, the water rippling around her. "How about a little contest then?"

"What kind of contest?" he asked, trying to match her casual confidence.

"A test of strength," she replied, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Let's see how you fare against me in a grappling match."

He couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity. Standing at 5'10", he was no small man by regular standards, but beside Dominica's towering 8-foot frame, he felt diminutive. "You're serious?"

"Quite serious," she said, her tone challenging. "Consider it a test of your courage as well as your strength."

"Alright," he said, feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "What are the rules?"

"Simple," she said, positioning herself with fluid grace. "We start at this end of the pool, and the first to push the other to the far end wins."

He nodded, stepping into position. As they readied themselves, he realised the pool's depth meant his feet barely touched the bottom, while Dominica, with her towering height, stood firmly.

"Ready?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

He nodded, though his confidence wavered. "Ready."

"Three... two... one... go!"

They lunged at each other, the water churning around them. He pushed with all his might, but her solid stance and overwhelming strength quickly became apparent. Dominica barely budged, her immense power effortlessly countering his efforts.

"Having trouble?" she teased, her voice playful yet dominating.

He gritted his teeth, trying to find leverage. But the disparity in their sizes and strength was insurmountable. With a decisive push, she began to move him backward, her dominance undeniable. Each step she took was firm, unyielding, while he struggled to maintain his footing.

"I suppose you are quite strong, for a man," she remarked, almost conversationally, "but I’m so far beyond what any man can be"

Within seconds, he found himself pressed against the far edge of the pool, completely overpowered. Panting slightly, he looked up at her, a mix of awe and admiration in his eyes. She towered over him, a victorious smile on her lips.

"And that's that," she declared, her voice rich with triumph. In one smooth motion, she lifted him from the water, his smaller frame dwarfed by her powerful arms. Their faces inches apart, she leaned in and kissed him, the gesture both commanding and tender.

As she pulled back, she looked him in the eye, her gaze intense. "To the victor the spoils," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper, "and you are the spoils."

He stared back at her, heart racing, caught between exhilaration and submission. "I can't say I mind that," he said with a grin.

"Good," she replied, still holding him close. "Because from now on, you're mine."