Dominique (4 page)

     
“Wow,” I said softly, gazing in wonder as lights came up and soft music began playing.

     
“I’m glad you like it.”

     
Tearing my eyes from the amazing home before me, I looked up at him.
 
He seemed ... I don’t know ... Relaxed?
 
And yet, there was something else there.
 
Anticipation maybe?
 
The excitement in his eyes was intoxicating.
 
He put down the remote and stepped close to me, taking my hands in his.

     
“I’ll give you the guided tour, on one condition,” he said softly.

     
“Yes, Sir?”

     
“Close your eyes and put your hands behind your back.”

     
I swallowed.
 
“Yes, S-Sir.”
 
I did as he asked, trembling almost uncontrollably as I closed my eyes.
 
He stepped behind me and I felt his strong fingers lightly caressing my upper arms.
 
Before he spoke, his breath on the side of my neck sent tingles down my spine.
 
With his fingers he adjusted my hair, tucking the flow of it behind my ear, allowing him unobstructed access to the sensitive skin there.

     
His warm lips made contact, barely brushing against me as he whispered, “I am going to handcuff you now.
 
Let the feelings flow through you.
 
Don’t hold them back.
 
You are allowed to be a little frightened, but always remember my promise to keep you safe.”
 
Then he kissed my ear softly.

     
“Y-Yes, Sir,” I managed, shaking with the strangest mix of dread and pure blinding excitement.
 
I actually had to remember to breathe!
 
Sensing he had stepped back a little, I felt the cold steel close around my wrists and ratchet closed.
 
     
I just
had
to test them.
 
I separated my fingers and pulled gently outwards.
 
A surge of pleasure rolled up my thighs, through my groin and tingled across my stomach, raising gooseflesh on my skin.
 
I was
not
going to be able to free myself.
 
Behind my closed eyes, I felt his movement as he walked around me slowly.
 
Now and again he would touch me.
 
Not somewhere intimate.
 
First he touched my hip, then my shoulder.
 
Then he was in front of me.
 
His fingers caressed down the line of my jaw.
 
I was shaking and my knees felt weak!

     
“Open your eyes,” he said.
 
“Do not speak.”

     
Gazing up at him, I nodded in understanding.
 
He was close to me, and again his hands held my upper arms.
 
His touch was light, yet firm enough to be reassuring.

     
I had never done anything like this in my life.
 
Dreaming and
fantasising
about it didn’t hold a candle to this.
 
I had never been bound in any way.
 
I had imagined it to be very exciting, but actually being handcuffed was beyond surreal.
 
My body tingled all over and I wondered what might happen next.

     
I wasn’t sure if events were moving too quickly, or whether he was taking his time with me.
 
I knew nothing about his methods or how fast things might happen.
 
I only knew general information on the lifestyle and while there was plenty I could hardly wait to experience, there was also a lot that made me nervous, even afraid.
 
I mean, my parents had never even spanked me!

     
God
, I suddenly wondered,
is he going to spank me?
 
He had a small smile playing on his lips as he stared into my eyes.
 
Was he reading my mind?
 
I was handcuffed and at his mercy!
 
I tried to suppress a nervous giggle at my thoughts by thinking about being spanked.
 
It worked!

     
“Come on,” he said playfully.
 
“Let me show you around.”

     
I nodded and smiled up at him.
 
He took my elbow in his hand, guiding me from room to room, and I was so impressed.
 
I couldn’t help wondering what something like this must cost.
 
It was like a home out of a modern decorating magazine.
 
Soaring angled ceilings and high windows would light the entranceway during the day, and the white walls would reflect light around the rooms brightly.
 
But in the evening, the character would change to what it was now, exuding class and designer perfection.
 
Fish tanks much taller than they were wide flanked a split-level sunken lounge room.
 
A minimalist effect was provided by the sparse décor, including floor-mounted sculptures, and white leather lounges.
 
Large black cushions appeared in places they might in a professional photo shoot.

     
“I tidied up a bit,” he said, winking at me.
 
All I could do was beam!

     
The high walls were neatly adorned with small paintings under cleverly concealed spotlights, and as Andrew and I swung through the house, little surprises awaited like recessed nooks with soft lighting and small abstract sculptures.
 
I wondered if he had a hobby in works of art.
 
I paused for a moment in the dining room, with an amazing rectangular inlaid table before me.
 
Without thinking I screwed up my nose at a horrible thought.

     
He had been talking about the artist who created the tiled abstract inlay and I couldn’t help thinking Andrew had to have been one of the richest men I’d ever dated.
 
Even the richest I’d ever
met
.
 
I felt a tinge of discomfort, wishing I could bring my fair share into the equation.
 
I had very little in comparison, and never really needed a lot.
 
I thought I should tell him I would never take advantage of him.

     
He had been watching me carefully the whole time, much to my chagrin.
 
I bit my lip when I
realised
he must have seen me screw up my nose.

     
“What is on your mind, Dominique?” he asked, his smile fading.

     
“I-I, um ...”
 
Oh my God
, I thought
.
 
I can’t lie now!
 
“I-I was just ... Oh, I’m sorry, Sir.
 
I’m trying to find words!”

     
“Take your time.”

     
“I-I just was thinking all this must cost a fortune.
 
I was just feeling a little intimidated and inadequate, I guess.
 
And um, I was also wanting to tell you I think your home is beautiful and I ... oh, how do I say this!
 
I’m sorry, Sir!”

     
“What is it?”

     
“I don’t want you to ever think I’d want your money!” Fuck!
 
That was hard!
 
I hoped I wasn’t in trouble already!

     
“Oh, Dominique.
 
You are so delightful.
 
Thank you for being forthright.”
 
He chuckled.
 
“Please, give it no further thought.
 
Enjoy being surrounded by beautiful things.
 
I have no fear of you.
 
You wouldn’t
dream
of such a thing, I know that much about you already,” he said, winking.

     
Suddenly images from some of my lurid dreams drifted across my mind and I flushed with confused pleasure.
 
I wondered if I would have to tell him about them too.
 
If my hands weren’t cuffed together, I would have slapped my forehead.
 
Of course, you dummy.
 
You are going to have to tell him everything!

     
Remembering I might be in trouble, I asked, “Sir?”

     
“Dominique, in future, if you wish to ask a question, first ask if you may do so.”

     
I was rocked from my train of thought and felt the heat rising in my cheeks.
 
Nevertheless, I understood what he was asking.
 
“Y-Yes, Sir.
 
May I ask a question please, Sir?”

     
“Certainly.
 
What would you like to know?”

     
“Well, I-I was just wondering a-are you going to spank me, Sir?”

     
“Have you been naughty, Dominique?”

     
“Oh!
 
I don’t know, Sir!”

     
“Well then, I would not spank you unless I told you that you had displeased me and I explained why.
 
Then we would discuss a punishment and if we agree that a spanking was appropriate, it would proceed.”
 
He smiled a little before continuing.
 
“Of course, on occasions I might simply want to spank you.
 
You do have a lovely ass.”

     
“Oh,” I whispered.
 
“Y-Yes, Sir.
 
Um, thank you.”
 
God
.

     
“And Dominique?”

     
“Yes, Sir?”

     
“In future, and until I decide otherwise, you will refer to yourself as ‘this girl’ or something similar, and not ‘I’, understood?”

     
“Yes, Sir.
 
Um,
th
-this girl u-understands.”
 
I was
so
nervous.
 
I just hoped I didn’t make a mistake.

     
“Good.”

Dominique continued to delight.
 
It was clear she had taken my requirement for honesty to heart.
 
I leaned down and kissed her forehead.
 
Her shiny blue-black hair was smooth and lustrous against my lips.
 
It shimmered when she moved and I thought it was one of her best features, along with her eyes.
 
Dominique had lovely sky blue eyes.
 
Hearing her breath shorten as I kissed her widened my smile.
 
When I leaned back, I was pleased by her willingness to learn something new.

     
“Yes, Sir,” she said, softly.
 
“Um, this girl u-understands.”

     
“Good.”

     
I took her arm again and continued leading her through the house, showing her the kitchen, then my den, then upstairs to the master bedroom.
 
It was apparent she was very impressed and commented excitedly on things that caught her eye.
 
I deliberately avoided unveiling my ‘study’.
 
Rebecca had called it my ‘study’ and the name stuck.
 
She said it was because of all the studying and practicing I did in there when we first discovered the lifestyle.
 
When the time was right I would show Dominique.
 
I would have to talk to her about Rebecca too.
 
Later.
 
For now, I showed her to her room.

     
“May this one ask a question Sir?” she asked as we paused in the hallway outside the door.

     
“Certainly.”

     
She was blushing furiously now, and I was looking forward to what she was going to say.
 
“Well, I-I was kind of hoping to sleep in bed with you, Sir.
 
Is, um ... Is this girl allowed to say that?”