Dominique (26 page)

     
“Sweet kitten.
 
You can tell me later,” he said, grinning.
 
“Come on.
 
Let’s join the others.”
 
We walked arm in arm to bar area where Paul and
Lydia
were waiting for us.

     
“Welcome back,” Paul said, seeing us enter.
 
Lydia
was sitting beside him on a barstool while he stood.
 
“Andrew was just telling us how much of a good time you had at Dean’s cabin last weekend.”

     
“It was certainly an eye-opener, Sir.
 
I learned a lot up there.”

     
“Glad to hear it.
 
I thought I might take you back up there with
me
sometime,” Paul said, winking openly!
 
I blushed and glanced at
Lydia
, wondering what she must be thinking!
 
Then she spoke!

     
“It’s alright Dominique, I know Paul is fond of you, and has certain ... let’s say ‘
rights
’.
 
I don’t mind, as long as you don’t get in my way,” she said, hopping off the stool and heading right for me, drink in hand.

     
“
Oooo
!” said the men.
 
I had the distinct impression someone wasn’t telling me something!
 
Holding my breath as she neared, she handed me the
marguerita
, chirping, “Drink up!
 
The day is young!”

     
The men laughed and everyone smiled and clinked glasses.
 
I looked from person to person as I sipped.
 
Paul pulled Andrew aside like they were talking business or something.
 
Smiling at
Lydia
, she leaned into me and said, “We will have to have a little talk later.”

     
“Yes,
Lydia
,” I said automatically.
 
Damn my submissive response!

     
“That’s ‘Miss
Lydia
’, Dominique.”

     
“Y-Yes, Miss
Lydia
.”
 
She stood back from me and smiled over her glass as she sipped from it.
 
God.
 
So, what does this all mean?
 
She must be a
Domme
.
 
Doesn’t Dom/me go with sub and sub with Dom/me?
 
I didn’t know Dom could go with
Domme
.
 
The image of
Lydia
whipping Paul formed itself in my brain.
 
That can’t be right.
 
It couldn’t be!

     
Andrew turned to me.
 
“So, pet.
 
Do you think we should adjourn outside and enjoy the sun?”

     
Sweet reprieve!
 
“Definitely Sir!
 
It’d be a shame to not take advantage of such a lovely day.”

     
“Well said!” Paul agreed.

     
We all looked at
Lydia
.
 
“Let’s go then.
 
Lead the way, Dominique!”

     
“Yes, Miss
Lydia
.”
 
It was a bit disconcerting leading them outside.
 
I had the feeling they were talking behind my back.
 
Or maybe they were watching my ass.
 
Where is this going?
 
And why do I always feel so far out of my depth?
 
I really had to get a moment alone with Andrew.

     
Lunch was delicious.
 
Andrew cooked the steaks perfectly, and none of my special avocado salad was left in its bowl.
 
Staying quiet through most of the meal, I tried to pick up any hints.
 
God, I was just glad to be seated at the table rather than on my knees!

     
“
Mmmmmm
... this is delicious Andrew!”
Lydia
said effusively.
 
With a mouthful, Paul nodded his agreement.

     
Glancing at me and winking before turning back to
Lydia
, Andrew replied, “You are welcome to the best my house has to offer,
Lydia
.”
 
Oh my God
, I thought.
 
Did Andrew just give her his blessing?
 
I don’t think I even like her!
 
What is he thinking!

     
“Thank you, kind Sir,” she replied, batting her eyelids at him.
 
I was getting so confused.

     
Who was this woman I was supposed to respect?
 
No one has told me anything!
 
Who does she think she is?

     
I blushed at my disrespectful thoughts.
 
Who am I to even
think
about such things!
 
Stop thinking like a vanilla person!
 
Where was my grounding?
 
Why did I feel so inadequate around others in the lifestyle?
 
Biting my lip and trying to stay calm, I
realised
I still had so much to learn.
 
Trying to stay calm, I rose to tidy up when the finished eating.

     
Lydia
addressed me.
 
“Dominique, do that later.
 
Be a dear and refresh my drink for me, would you?”

     
I glanced at Andrew and his eyes narrowed.
 
I better be good here.
 
Just do as your told.
 
You can do it.
 
“Yes, Miss
Lydia
,” I said, stacking the plates and putting them aside.
 
While I was pouring her a new drink, they talked quietly amongst themselves.
 
Why did I feel so left out?
 
Why did I feel the need to be ‘in the loop’?
 
Was it a hangover from my vanilla days?
 
What do I do if she starts commanding me?
 
Surely Andrew won’t let her.
 
And damn these goddamned balls!
 
They’re making me weak kneed!
 
I wanted to plead with Andrew for a moment of his time, just to get everything straight.
 
She started taking again and I thought,
Concentrate!

     
“
Mmmmm
... Thank you, Dominique.
 
You certainly make a lovely
marguerita
.”

     
“Thank you, Miss
Lydia
.
 
I always
try
to do my best.”

     
“Well, I wouldn’t know about that,” she said dismissively, turning to Andrew and addressing him directly.
 
“May I speak frankly to your submissive, Andrew?”

     
“Yes of course,
Lydia
.
 
We are all friends here.”

     
She turned back to me and I felt like a deer caught in headlights.
 
“Sit up straight.”
 
God, I hadn’t
realised
I was slumping.
 
I uncrossed my legs and sat demurely with my hands in my lap.
 
“Dominique, you should know I don’t particularly like female
submissives
.”

     
“Oh, um ... I’m sorry, Miss
Lydia
.”
 
I had no idea what to say.
 
All I could do was swallow.
 
She didn’t like me?
 
Why not?
 
What had I done to her?

     
Her face hardened before she spoke.
 
“I find they
think
far too much.”
 
Blushing madly, I wished she would stop staring at me.
 
I thought I was going to catch fire or something.
 
I looked down at my hands and bit my lip.
 
“Do you think too much, Dominique?”

     
“Oh!
 
I, um ... I don’t know ... I think m-maybe I do ...”
 
I looked up at her hopefully.

     
She spoke to Paul.
 
“See, that’s why I find them distasteful.
 
And they cry too much, too.”

     
Paul nodded his head.
 
“You have a point there.”

     
What?
 
What point?
 
I don’t cry too much!
 
I can take a lot!
 
My bottom lip was getting sore from biting it.
 
When I looked up at her again she smiled, stroking Paul’s cock through his pants.
 
I blushed and looked back down.

     
“Look at me.”

     
“Yes, Miss
Lydia
,” I whispered.

     
“You are very attractive, Dominique.
 
And you look so much like me.
 
I only wish Paul had warned me just
how
much,” she said, playfully squeezing his cock.
 
“There is something symmetrical about you and I.”

     
“
Th
-Thank you, Miss,” I responded woodenly.

     
“It is not necessarily a good thing, Dominique.”

     
“I’m sorry, Miss
Lydia
.
 
Perhaps I could go and put my hair up or-”

     
“No, no!
 
That won’t do at all.
 
In fact ...”
 
She turned to Paul.
 
“Can I have a word with you, darling?”

     
“Sure,” he replied.
 
“Come with me.”

     
“Okay, but in just a moment.
 
I wanted to tell Dominique one more thing,” she said, turning to me.
 
“Dominique ...”

     
“Yes, Miss
Lydia
?”

     
“As I said, apart from being amusing, I don’t usually find female
submissives
particularly attractive at all.”
 
I was back to staring at the ground in front of me, wondering what was going on.
 
“But as a gesture to Paul and Andrew, I would like to test my theory.
 
On you.”

     
I didn’t know what to say.
 
All three of them were looking at me.
 
I felt my subspace closing around me.
 
I turned to Andrew and he clearly mouthed the words, ‘
She is one
.’
Oh God.
 
Okay, here goes.
 
I turned my gaze back to her cat-like eyes.
 
“Miss
Lydia
?”

     
“Yes, Dominique?”

     
“If ... If it would please you, Miss
Lydia
, I will do anything you tell me to do.”
 
I smiled hopefully.

     
She gave me a beautiful smile in return.
 
“Good girl, Dominique.
 
We shall see if you enjoy what I have in mind.”
 
She stood abruptly, taking Paul’s hand in hers and pulling him to his feet.
 
He gave us his handsome crooked smile and told us they would return shortly.