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At least a week of teasing had gone by, and I was at the point of giving him embarrassed smiles when he acknowledged me with a nod of his head on the train platform.
 
I was starting to wonder if he was gay or married or something.
 
I wasn’t laying it on thick, I wasn’t capable of that, but I thought I was making it obvious that I was available if he wanted to ask me out.
 
Maybe I wasn’t being as obvious as I hoped.

     
I had almost bumped into him, right there on the train platform on the way home from work just this afternoon.
 
Never before in my entire life had I asked a man out, yet before I knew what I was doing, I blurted out an invitation to have a drink with me.

     
“All right,” was all he said.
 
He wrote down a time and place on a business card.
 
He also wrote, ‘Black silk dress, red heels.
 
Nothing else.’ I couldn’t even respond as I read the words.
 
I could hardly believe they were there, right in front of me.
 
As I held the card in my shaking hand, I wondered how he could assume something like that?
 
How did he know I wouldn’t slap him?
 

Andrew Hodges’
it said on the card.
 
I could barely squeak out ‘Dominique Harris’ before he disappeared into the crowd.

     
God,
I thought
.
 
If he’s a Dom, I’ll just die.

I have plans
, I thought for the first time in too long.
 
Dominique was her name.
 
Dominique Harris.
 
And I had a date with her.

     
I was quite surprised when she asked if I’d like to have a drink with her.
 
I wondered if I had misjudged her personality.
 
But there it was, ‘the fear of rejection’, right in her eyes.
 
I couldn’t bring myself to tease her when I was actually proud of her.
 
Besides, I was waiting for her before the turnstiles, to ask her the same thing when she bumped into me.
 
As a crowd pushed past us, I wrote the name of a local bar and the time to be there on one of my business cards.
 
I added what she should wear before placing it in her hand.
 
I slipped into the crowd and away, wondering whether she would lose her nerve again.

     
I arrived at Alfredo’s ten minutes early and she was right on time, dressed
exactly
as I had requested.
 

Black silk dress and red heels’
.
 
I had to assume she was wearing nothing else, however it was quite obvious she was braless.
 
I smiled and told her I was impressed.
 
To be honest I could barely tear my eyes from her.

     
“Let’s get a drink,” I said, trying not to pay her too much attention.
 
At this stage of our ‘relationship’ I had particular ideas about how things should proceed.
 
Of course, she still had no idea I had seen her outside the munch meeting.
 
I had already decided I would see how far she would let me go before I came clean with her.
 
It was going to be fun and I was looking forward to getting to know her.

     
Opening the door of the bar and holding it for her, she flashed a smile at me before heading inside.
 
The door swung closed and I gently took her by the elbow, guiding her over to a corner booth some way from the bar itself.
 
I asked Dominique if wine was okay and when she agreed, I motioned to a waitress and ordered for us.
 
She returned with a bottle and glasses and I dismissed her to pour myself.

     
We introduced ourselves again and engaged in small talk.
 
Dominique was delightful, and she hung on my every word.
 
She flirted with her eyes but kept her distance, like a puppy unsure of its new owner, wanting to please yet afraid of making a mistake.

     
In a quiet moment I touched the back of her hand and she withdrew it into her lap, blushing prettily.
 
I softly chastised her.
 
Leaning into her, our shoulders touched and I told her to sit with her ass directly on the leather seat.
 
“If I want to touch you, and you withdraw, you must be punished,” I whispered, wondering what she might do.

     
“I-I can’t do that,” she protested weakly.

     
Staring into her wide eyes, I said, “You can and you will.”

     
With no further hesitation, she lifted herself slightly off the plush leather corner seat and slid her dress up the back of her thighs.
 
I imagined she was feeling very wicked.

I felt so naughty.
 
Firstly, I didn’t
go
out without undies on.
 
I just never
did
it.
 
I wasn’t that kind of a girl.
 
Well, in my fantasies maybe, but not in my actual life.
 
I was so excited by the possibilities that were opening before me that the beginning of the evening was just one big blur.
 
The way he talked to me... it was like he already
knew
me.
 
I couldn’t stop myself from doing what he asked me to do.
 
Not even when he told me to sit with my ass against the leather seat.
 
I trembled when he had placed his hand on my bare thigh and took my glass from me, gazing into my eyes.

     
“I have a confession to make,” he said softly.

     
I remember thinking,
Oh God, this is where he tells me he’s married
.
 
But what he said shocked and aroused me more than anything anyone has ever said to me before.
 
His voice was quiet, but deep and strong.

     
“I know you,” he said, staring right into my soul.
 
“Do you understand?
 
I ...
know ...
you.”

     
“Y-Yes.
 
But wait,
how?”
I was suddenly terrified.
 
What if he was some crazy who had hacked into my computer?

     
“Don’t be afraid,” he said softly.
 
“We are in public and you are safe.
 
I saw you outside the munch about six months ago.
 
I hoped to find you, I will admit.
 
But until a couple of weeks ago, I had given up.”

     
“I-I don’t believe it.”

     
“You know it’s true.
 
No one else could possibly know.”

     
“You tried to help me ...”

     
“I asked if I could, yes.”

     
“I-I’m sorry I ran away.
 
I lost my nerve ...”

     
“And what about now?”

     
“I can’t believe it.”

     
“Listen to my voice, and believe.
 
I am going to teach you things that will change your life forever ...”
 
he said, touching me under my chin with a fingertip, “... if you will let me.”
 
My heart was hammering in my chest as he watched my face intently.

     

Oh, my God,”
I whispered.

     
“I want you to please me.
 
And I want you to find pleasure in pleasing me.
 
Do you understand?” he asked, taking my hand in his.

     
“Y-Yes,” I breathed, trembling.

     
“I want you to tell me your secrets, as I impart mine to you.
 
There will be no walls between us.
 
I must know the truth always.
 
And you must know that displeasing me
will
draw punishment.”

     
“Oh!”

     
“I want to teach you, and nurture you, and help you to grow into the person you want to be.
 
Who do you want to be, Dominique?” he asked.

     
“I-I don’t know ... I don’t know if I can do this ...”

     
“You can stop me at any time.”

     
“Oh, my God.”

     
“Tell me you want to learn.”

     
“I do ...”

     
“Tell me you hate me.”

     

Nooo
... I couldn’t!”

     
He touched his finger to my lips and held it there.
 
“Good girl.”

     
God, I blushed.
 
Good girl
.
 
It had been years since I had been called a good girl.
 
Why did hearing it from his lips make my entire body flush with heat?
 
I rolled my hips a little and could feel how wet I was.
 
This can’t be happening to me!
 
I squirmed where I sat and wondered what his reaction might be if I kissed his finger.
 
What would he do if I kissed it and drew in into my mouth with my tongue?
 
If I sucked on it gently?
 
All of a sudden I was feeling incredibly horny and I shuddered as his next words rang in my head.

     
“Agree to let me teach you.”

     
“I ...”

     
He shook his head slowly.
 
“Not yet, Dominique.
 
I would like a considered response, not a rushed one.”

     
“O-Okay.”

     
“Is your cunt wet?” he asked quietly.
 
My jaw dropped.
 
In my fantasies I used that word, and others too.
 
I blushed crimson and stared at my hands in my lap.
 
“Well?” he asked.
 
“I am waiting, and you shouldn’t keep me waiting.”

     
I opened my mouth, wondering what would come out.
 
“Y-Yes,” I gasped.

     
“Good,” he said, smiling and handing me my glass.

     
In a dumbfounded stupor, I sat there listening to the melody of his voice, nodding where it seemed appropriate and sipping my wine, tying to get a hold of myself.
 
Thoughts and fantasies were zinging through my mind and across our conversation.
 
Some of them were so distracting I had to concentrate to keep from asking him to repeat himself.

     
And his eyes were dancing.
 
Animated and alive.
 
He seemed genuinely happy with me.
 
Surely this wasn’t real.
 
What was I getting myself into?
 
Suddenly I was speaking.
 
“I don’t know if I can
do
this!”

     
He stopped mid-sentence and looked at me.
 
“You can do whatever you put your mind to, and I would like you to listen to me for a moment.”

     
“I’m sorry.”

     
“It’s all right.
 
I can see the concern in your eyes.
 
I want you to know I am a gentle dominant.
 
I am not interested in causing you a great deal of pain.
 
I am not a sadist in that sense.
 
I am a patient teacher.
 
Don’t get me wrong, I will punish you with vigour should you require it, but I imagine it will be rare.”

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