Anything for Him: Dominated (#1) (6 page)

His eyes opened and she tried to withdraw
but his hand gripped her wrist, “In the kitchen you will find a book, the cover
reads Household Manual. I had it made a few years back and so far nobody has
been here to use it. I have a cook and a maid. They are both aware of my
predilections and know what it is I have been looking for.

“That book is to be your guide from here
on out. You can start by making my coffee. As today is Sunday it is a good day
to move all of your belongings over here.”

“You just paid my rent,” Meghan stuttered.

“I was not sure if I wanted to keep you
then.” Danny said casually. “Besides, if it does not work out you can go back,
I will pay your rent there from here on out and if you do leave you will have a
stipend until you get back on your feet. That is, unless I manage to recoup
your company for you, in which case you will have your own income.”

Words failed her. She sat up, tried to
think of something to say and could not. The weight of the cuffs on her wrists
made her feel reassured even though she knew she should not be. She had only
known him for a matter of days. There was this odd little feeling in her belly,
she felt like she was on a long and steep hill and going down it very fast. It
was scary and yet exhilarating. She decided that she rather liked that mix of
emotions and that she could sort out the rest of it later. She swung her legs
off of the bed and looked about for something to put on.

“You won’t be cooking.” Danny said with
amusement, “No need to worry about those nasty splatters.”

He gave her ass a firm swat as he spoke
and she jumped, and then giggled. She felt a little embarrassed to be walking
around naked, especially when she left the bedroom but she forgot that as she
took in the rooms that she passed through.

She had been too exhausted the night
before to really notice anything and the apartment took her breath away. The
city skyline rose all around her when she peeked out of the floor to ceiling
windows that took up one entire wall. Bookcases lined other walls and she saw
first editions of writers that she loved along the shelves, including some that
surprised her.

The carpet was thick and absorbed all
sound, the walls held paintings, some expensive and others that appeared to
have been bought simply because of the subject matter. By the time she got to
the kitchen it was obvious to her that Danny was a man of good taste.

But how had he gained all of his wealth?
She knew he had not grown up with it and she found herself curious about his
past even as she flipped open the leather-covered book embossed with the words
Household manual. For a moment that book nearly made her laugh, it seemed
slightly absurd but when she read the first page she understood it was not
absurd at all.

There were directions on how to prepare
coffee, tea, what drinks were served at what times, when to order flowers, what
flowers were preferred in certain rooms, orders on how to handle the staff,
meal times and a list of things to wear and not to wear. There was even a
section on exercise and hygiene.

Meghan felt resentment at the words
written there, but underlying that was a sense of total freedom. That heady
sense of being cared for, of being totally safe and secure flooded back in and
she set about making his coffee.

Danny got up from the enormous bed and
walked to the windows in the bedroom. He put his head to the glass and stared
down at the city. As a teenager he had read The Great Gatsby. It had galvanized
him. At fourteen he had a set of foster parents who had not cared what he did
as long as he did not screw up so badly the cops or the social workers had to
get involved. He had been hustling for a small time hood named Vinnie, selling
stolen televisions and car stereos to people at local flea markets, a dime
operation if there ever was one. Reading the story of a man who had totally
remade himself had made him see a bigger picture and he had set out to become
someone else entirely, and to gain his revenge.

He had bent his head to the books,
working hard to get good grades but he had not been fool enough to think that
alone would get him into the places he wanted to go. He had worked any number
of hustles out on the streets. He had been the lookout for a group of dealers,
he had been the protector of two young prostitutes who had decided to go
independent and who were willing to pay a percentage to him rather than hand
over their entire earnings to a pimp. Several other girls had joined up, at
seventeen he was bringing in close to a thousand dollars a week from that
hustle alone. He ran numbers for a guy on the east side of town and worked as a
dealer in a high stakes and very hush hush poker game, which is where he had
first gotten an up close look at Tom Lowry. He knew that the man had a gambling
habit and was often running in the red, he had not told Meghan that and he
doubted that he would, he didn’t want to have to explain how he knew that.

He had pulled on every favor owed to him
and gotten a few choice references to add to his grades and other
accomplishments, which had led to him being accepted at an Ivy League school.
Once there he had shed every ounce of street thug from his surface and focused
on becoming a businessman.

He was incredibly successful and his
companies were run with an iron fist that held his employees fast, and safe. He
did not believe in lay-offs or in sacking pension funds. He was personally
involved in every detail of his empire, which stretched across the globe and
included several ventures. He had come a very long way from being the
frightened boy who had walked into a kitchen to find his father slumped over
the remains of dinner with a letter of eviction clutched in one cold hand to
being Danny Sullivan, business magnate.

Meghan stood in the doorway watching him.
She had never seen him fully naked before and she could not help but stare at
the heavy muscles in his broad chest, the lean V- shaped muscle that ran from
his waist down to his lean thighs and the gloriously molded cheeks of his firm
ass. There were scars on his back, long stripes that ran from his shoulder
blades to the small of his back. She wanted to go to him, put her mouth on
those scars and kiss them away. Instead she spoke softly, “I brought coffee and
breakfast.”

The words startled him out of his reverie
and he turned to see Meghan holding out the wicker tray. The coffee cups sat
beside the silver pot, the creamer was in its place and there were two plates
stacked neatly beside two folded napkins and two butter knives. Crisply golden
toast sat on one large dish, along with orange slices and two cold hard-boiled
eggs. Raspberry jam and real creamery butter sat in tiny dishes to the left of
the toast dish. He watched as she sat it down on the small table that he
pointed to, admiring the flex of muscle in her ass cheeks and upper thighs as
she did so.

The crisp curls that covered the sweetly
pink lips of her pussy caught his eyes and he grinned as she fussed with the
dishes and the cups. She waited until he sat and handed him his coffee, the
handle extended toward him just as he had instructed and he smiled. That
gesture was an indicator of just how willing she was to serve, most new
submissives forgot or were unwilling to hold the hot bowl of the cup in their
palm while waiting for their Master to take it from them.

Meghan put his toast on his plate and
buttered it and then added jam. She waited until he nodded his head and then
she took her own seat and poured her own coffee and helped herself to a piece
of toast with butter.

Danny watched her eat, she licked away
the crumbs with the unconscious satisfaction of a kitten and his eyes followed
that pink triangle of flesh with amusement and a growing arousal.

“Leave that,” he said as she moved to
clear away the tray.

Meghan looked up and the ardor in his
eyes was so obvious that she felt an immediate and undeniable reaction to it,
it was so sexy, the being wanted, that she could feel herself getting wet.

“Come here,” Danny said.

She went to him; he pushed his chair away
from the table and took her by the upper arms, holding her in place while he
kissed her hard and deep. She went limp beneath the sweet onslaught of his
mouth and tongue. He walked her backwards to the rumpled bed and once there he
picked her up and tossed her across it.

Adrenaline pumped through her and giddy
laughter poured from her mouth as his knees sank into the soft mattress. He
walked himself up between her thighs and pinned her to the bed, his mouth and
hands busily exploring her flesh. His teeth and tongue teased her nipples, his
fingers stroked between her legs and she surrendered to the ecstasy that followed
in the wake of his touch.

Danny reached below the bed, pulling the
long lengths of black silk rope up and then he used it to secure her, looping
sections of it around the cuffs on her wrist and making small loops around her
ankles. The other ends were fastened to the bedframe and Meghan struggled
against the bondage just to feel how tight it was, the sensation of it
electrified her senses and she whimpered as he pulled a pillow under her hips,
raising them higher.

His tongue licked along the edges of her
labia and he spread them with one finger, happily noting that her pussy hair
was already soaked from her juices. Her clit peeked out at him from its hood
and he licked it, once, laughing when she shuddered and yanked at the bonds.

He slid one finger inside her gash, his
tongue lashed against the hard button of her clit while his fingers began
moving lower towards the puckered seam of her ass. He tickled that tiny opening
then he began to apply pressure with just the tip of one finger, coaxing the
tight ring of muscle to open. She jerked and shrieked, nobody had ever touched
her that way before and she was not sure if she liked it. Danny refused to back
off though, he could feel the vibrations in the sensitive skin that ran from
her drenched slit to that seam and he took advantage of that obvious desire,
skillfully suckling and licking her clit while he pressed harder.

Her ass opened slightly and he sank one
finger inside that impossibly tight tunnel. Meghan sobbed and her legs thrashed
as the small pain gave way to bliss. Danny pumped his finger in and out and she
whimpered, propelling her hips as high as the bonds would allow her to. Her
fingernails dug into her own palms and she howled, wanting to be free so that
she could hold his head close to that pulsating center of her passion.

“Ask.”

“Please will you fuck me?”

“Please will you fuck me…?” He let the
words trail off meaningfully.

“Sir! Will you please fuck me Sir? Oh
please…!’

“I am going to fuck you.”  Those
words filled her with gleeful lust; the next ones froze her in place. “I’m
going to fuck you in this precious little ass.”

Danny moved to the bedside table, he
opened a drawer and pulled out a slim dildo and a bottle of lube. He put a
generous amount of the slippery substance on the lightweight cock before taking
up his previous position again.

Meghan had grown rigid with fear and he
murmured at her to relax, his hands stroking her knees and thighs as his lips
found her pussy and began to torment her once more. Little by little she did
relax and when he felt that softening in her muscles he pressed the dildo
against her ass crack and gave a slight push.

She opened for him; he went past the ring
of muscle and deep inside her ass. She grunted and then screamed but he kept
his tongue firmly on her clit and eventually her moans of protest and pain
became groans of pleasure. He waited for her to adjust to the hard length
inside of her and when she did she tilted her pelvis, gasping at the rapture
that followed that tiny movement. Danny worked his tongue against her pussy,
relishing her sweetly salty taste and smell while she bucked her hips against
the fist that held the dildo tightly.

He watched it going in and out of her
body, seeing her being fucked was turning him on to no end but he wanted her to
come before seeking his own orgasm. He wanted to give her something nobody else
ever had.

When her pussy began to throb and a thick
gush of liquid spilled out he lifted his head, watching her face. He loved the
way her eyes rolled back in her head, the way she struggled to keep her eyes
open at his command, the red tide that spread up her neck and onto her cheeks.

When her orgasm finally slowed then
halted he removed the dildo and walked to the side of the bed, grasping her
head firmly in his strong hands.

“You didn’t ask my permission to come.
You never come without permission, rule number one when I fuck you. Did I not
make that clear?”

Meghan lay there sated and yet she still
wanted more. “I’m sorry,” she said softly.

“I’m sorry…”

“I’m sorry Sir. I will always ask for
your permission to come.”

“In the meantime you already came. Now
what should we do to make sure you never forget again?”

“You could fuck me again and let me make
sure I ask.” Meghan could not even believe she had put forth that suggestion
and the gleam in his eyes told her she was in trouble for doing so. But was it
a good kind of trouble or bad?

It did not take her long to find out.
Danny sheathed his prick and grabbed a fistful of her hair. “Let’s see if you
making me come with that smart mouth will ensure that you remember your manners
from here on out,” he said and shoved his hard prick down her throat.