How to Train Your Dom in Five Easy Steps (4 page)

“So what’s the point in discussing it? I’m not going to do anything gross or dangerous.”

“The point is, I do have limits for a first hookup with someone I don’t know well, especially when it’s on their territory. For instance, you’d have to use a condom for oral. I’m not into taking stupid risks.”

“Who uses a condom for a blowjob?”

“Anyone who doesn’t want to risk sexually transmitted diseases.”

“I don’t have any sexually transmitted diseases!” Jeff realised he might have said that loud enough for the neighbouring diners to hear, but he had nothing to be ashamed of.

“I’m not saying you do, but how would I know? It’s a lot to take on trust. After all, you’ve been dating recently, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, but I nev—” Jeff clammed up, realising what he’d been about to admit. Not cool. Not remotely cool. “It hasn’t always got to that stage.”

“Oh yeah. I heard about what happened with that girl. What was her name, Gwyneth?”

“Gwen,” Jeff corrected, and he bloody well didn’t have anything to be ashamed of there, he told his burning cheeks. Premature ejaculation could happen to anyone. Even really premature, before-the-first-spank ejaculation.

Even premature ejaculation that ended up all over a pussy. And not the right kind of pussy either. He knew he should have insisted Gwen locked her stupid bloody cat out of the room. To his credit, Eddie wasn’t smirking, but that didn’t stop Jeff giving him a forbidding glare. “It’s none of your business, anyway.”

“Hey, chill. It’s no big deal. Everyone gets a bit overexcited their first few times. I blew my load within minutes of starting my first scene. The top really wasn’t impressed with me. Earned me a right walloping.” Eddie looked positively proud of himself.

But who disciplined the Dom when they fucked up? Gwen had given him a withering look and started fussing over her cat. She’d named him Mr. Tiddles, for fuck’s sake. Wasn’t Jeff’s fault he couldn’t get it up again after that. It was just… Well, he’d been embarrassed. And humiliation really wasn’t a kink of his. Humiliating someone else was fine, though. So long as they enjoyed it. Would Eddie enjoy it? He was about to ask, but then he remembered what they’d started out discussing. Definitely a safer topic of conversation than the whole Gwen thing.

“Anyway, we’re not going to need rubbers, because a blowjob isn’t going to happen. No way.”

“Okay, well, we’ll see. And no bondage and no gags. No blindfolds either. And my safeword is pancetta.”

“Pancetta?” Now Jeff had heard it all.

“What’s wrong with pancetta? I love the stuff.”

“That’s such a middle-class safeword. I bet it’s Waitrose pancetta too, isn’t it?”

“Actually, I do all my grocery shopping in Marks and Spencer.”

“No one does all their shopping in M&S. It would cost a bloody fortune. What’s wrong with Tesco?” Jeff shopped in Tesco, and they had everything he needed, including a few luxuries he didn’t.

“I’ve never even been into a Tesco. Or an Asda. Or a Morrisons, come to think of it.”

Jeff couldn’t believe his ears. Were there really people out there who didn’t care about saving money on food? “You’re so bloody posh,” he said.

Eddie grinned. “Well, I am at the upper end of middle class. Can’t really help that. What? You don’t have a problem with that, do you? I’d have thought it would add a bit of extra spice for a working-class man like yourself, being able to dominate someone of a higher social status.”

Jeff felt a bit miffed at being called working class and lower status, but there was nothing to be ashamed of in honest toil. “You’re no better than me just coz you talk all fancy.”

“Right you are.” Eddie stood, which disconcerted Jeff for a moment because he’d forgotten how tall Eddie was while he was seated. Fortunately, Eddie then sat back on the edge of the table, which evened things up a bit. “Then part of the fun for you will be in making sure I know you’re superior to me. Go on. Have a go. Insult me and put me in my place.”

Jeff gulped. The last time he’d tried to insult a woman, it had gone spectacularly badly and ended up with him doubled over, holding back the tears after a knee right in the happy sac. But Eddie was inviting Jeff to put him down, so he was hardly likely to get violent, was he? Besides, despite Eddie’s height advantage, Jeff had the feeling he could take him in a fight. He didn’t have the same qualms about hitting blokes as he did about hitting women.

Trouble was, he didn’t really know any good insults for men. Fuck it. He’d try what he’d called that bird from the dating agency. He pulled himself up as tall as he could and glared. “You’re just a dirty bitch, and you need a man to show you what’s what. Now get in your poncy little car and follow my truck back to my place. I’m not going to let a tramp like you soil my seats.”

“Ooh, that’s the stuff.” Eddie’s smile turned downright dirty. “Tell me, Sir, have you got any instructions for when we get to your place? Want me to stay in the car until I’m fetched? Or should I get out and stand with my hands on my head?”

Christ. That idea was strangely appealing, but Jeff couldn’t risk his neighbours seeing anything so odd going on. There was nothing weird about a mate coming back to his house in the evening for a bit, though, was there? Okay, so they might remark on Eddie’s wheels, but it wasn’t like the man was driving something naff like a Fiat Panda.

“You just get out and act normal. I’ll let you know what I want when we get inside.”

Eddie’s eyes flicked down, and Jeff knew he was being checked out. He adjusted his bits, surprised to feel just how much blood had pumped down there. Huh. He wasn’t hard by any means, but he wasn’t exactly soft either. Must be all the testosterone from ordering Eddie about and calling him a bitch.

“Come on, then, slut. You’ve had your orders.”

Jeff turned and strode for the door. After a moment’s pause, he heard Eddie’s footsteps rushing to catch him up.

Jeff smiled to himself. He could get used to this feeling of power.

The heady feeling didn’t last the whole way home. Alone in his truck, Jeff began to wonder what he was doing. Was it totally gay to feel even a little bit turned on by dominating a man? Last thing he wanted was to start mincing around and acting like one of the queens off the telly. But then again, Eddie didn’t act like that, and Eddie was gay. It was confusing, that was what it was.

Nah, it’d be okay if Jeff got turned on. It would just make the whole thing more authentic as a practice session, wouldn’t it? Like Niall said—not that he’d admit it to the arrogant bastard—he had to learn how to do this without letting his little brain take over. No point figuring out the perfect way to do stuff if he screwed it all up again the next time he got with a woman.

Jeff idly stroked his dick through his jeans whenever he wasn’t changing gear. Only took a couple of miles to get it excited again. Not excited about Eddie, but excited about learning how to do this whole dominating thing properly. And the sadism thing. He was really, really looking forward to hurting Eddie.

Now he was properly hard.

Good thing they were nearly home. Jeff turned onto Featherbed Lane and checked in his rearview mirror to see if Eddie’s Jag was still behind him. Still there. Nice one.

Jeff pulled into his usual spot right outside the house and watched in amusement as Eddie crawled down the street, trying to find a parking spot. Featherbed Lane was a narrow dirt track right on the hilltop, and the ground sloped away steeply on one side, with the houses huddled on the other. There was a designated parking space opposite each house along the open side of the road, but since most households owned more than one car, they’d turned their front gardens into parking spaces. Jeff refused to do that to his. Besides, he didn’t need to. For some reason, none of his neighbours ever took the space opposite his house. He probably should have warned Eddie to park around the corner, but hey, where was the fun in that? Featherbed Lane was a dead end, with only a very tight turning spot at the end of the road, and so he wasn’t surprised to see Eddie reverse back along the street a minute later.

Eventually, Eddie pulled up alongside where Jeff was standing and rolled down his window. “Okay, I give up. Where do I park?”

Jeff cocked his thumb to indicate the way to turn at the end of the road. “Just up there and round the corner. I saw a few spaces as we drove in.”

“I hate reversing that far,” Eddie grumbled. “You could have bloody warned me.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“Fucking sadist.”

“Exactly.”

Eddie’s eyes sparkled, and somehow that made this even more fun, knowing he was playing at being pissed off. Jeff decided to try some orders now they were here.

“Park up and walk back to the house. I’ll be inside, but I’ll leave the door unlocked. Let yourself in and head over to the coffee table. I want you leaning over it, arse in the air.”

“Yes, Sir.” Eddie grinned, blatantly checking out Jeff’s crotch, and fuck it, Jeff was going to do the same. It wasn’t gay. It was just him making sure his sub was turned on. That was responsible Dom stuff, right?

In the glow of the streetlight, Jeff could just make out the bulge in Eddie’s jeans, proving he was as hard as Jeff was. That was good, wasn’t it? He thought it must be. After all, he’d be wanting his future female sub to feel turned on when he was doing his shit, so it made sense for Eddie to be horny when they were practising.

“Be quick about it,” Jeff growled and slapped his hand down on the roof of the Jag. “Don’t keep me waiting, bitch.”

Eddie revved the engine and reversed back with a squeal of wheels, like he was so keyed up he couldn’t manage to slip the clutch properly. Yeah. Jeff was having the right effect on him.

So far, so good. It just remained to be seen how it all went when a bit of pain was added into the mix.

Jeff let himself into the house and ran up the stairs, retrieving his suitcase of kink from the top of his wardrobe. Now he just had to quickly unpack the stuff and lay it out on the sofa, then hide the case so Eddie wouldn’t realise that was the full extent of his collection. Ever since speaking to bloody Sandi, he’d been increasingly self-conscious about how few tools of the trade he had. But the proper kit was bloody expensive, and he’d learnt the pitfalls of buying cheap tools the hard way. Nothing like having a trowel handle break on you when you were in the middle of building a wall to realise that you should have forked out the extra twenty quid and got yourself a professional-quality one.

But when he got downstairs, he spotted Eddie striding down the garden path through the front room window. “Fuck.” Jeff legged it through to the kitchen and plonked the case on the table. Hopefully, Eddie hadn’t seen him. It was always harder to spot people inside a house than it was to look out of the windows. Well, unless you had the lights on, in which case everything in your house was on display for any old potential burglar to check out.

Jeff unzipped the case and pulled out a paddle, a flogger, a tawse and a riding crop. He contemplated the dressage whip. It had stung like bloody buggery when Jeff had tried it out on his thigh. And Eddie had said he didn’t much like those kind of stinging implements.

Jeff added it to the bunch in his hand, along with the cane. Fuck it. Why not? Eddie said he could take all this stuff and enjoy it, hadn’t he? And something about getting a high even off the kind of pain he didn’t much enjoy at the time. Jeff had to stop feeling guilty about the prospect of hurting someone. Painsluts wanted to be hurt. That was part of the whole job description. And sadists enjoyed hurting them.

Right. He could do this.

“I hope you’re ready and in position, bitch,” Jeff called.

“Yes, Sir, right where you asked me to be.”

Jeff opened the kitchen door and got a prime view of naked backside bent over his table.

Fuck. He really wasn’t meant to find that sexy.

Jeff closed his eyes, trying to erase the memory of Eddie’s bare bum. Actually, as bums went, it hadn’t been a bad one—lots of smooth white skin and perky cheeks—but it hadn’t had the right shape. Women’s arses were rounder. Softer. They wobbled. Eddie’s had been kind of…

Jeff opened his eyes briefly. Firm, that was the word he was looking for. Muscular, even. He couldn’t bloody well erase the image from his head. Felt like it had been burned onto the back of his eyelids. At least Eddie had kept his legs together. Jeff didn’t think he’d have been able to cope with seeing his meat and two veg as well.

“Did I ask you to get undressed?” Jeff demanded. He wasn’t going to let his voice crack either.

“No, Sir. You didn’t.”

“Then explain yourself, bitch.”

Eddie’s head twisted round. His expression was all wide-eyed and innocent.
Yeah, innocent my foot.

“If you’re going to punish me, you’ll need naked skin so you get visual feedback on your strokes. That’s half the fun of it for you, so I’m told. Going through clothing doesn’t hurt as much either, so this is more fun for me. It’s a win-win situation.”

Jeff could see the logic, but still… “I don’t remember saying I was going to punish you.”

“But you’re holding a flogger and a paddle, Sir. And is that a tawse? Ooh, I haven’t felt one of those in a while.”

“I’ve got a whip and a cane too, so you’d better watch your mouth, bitch.” Jeff walked over and put the implements down on the coffee table in front of Eddie before heading over to pull the curtains shut before he turned the lights on. You didn’t tend to get many walkers down Featherbed Lane, but he really didn’t want to give anyone a free show.

Eddie grinned. “Much as I’m enjoying this, Sir, can I suggest something?”

“All right, go on, then.”

“You’ll want to start with a bare-hand spanking to warm me up. That’s most pleasurable for me, and it’ll give you a good feeling for how hard you’re hitting as it’ll make your palm smart too.”

“No way.” Jeff looked down at the arse in question. It was hairy. Just a light blondish fuzz, but still, women didn’t have hairy arses. “I’m not touching your bum. That’s too gay.”

“Are you implying that there’s something wrong with being gay?”