Retraining the Dom (11 page)

She was halfway
to the door when Trey shouted after her, “No!”

Turning, with a
stunned look on her face, Olivia said, “I beg your pardon?”

Trey had been
startled by his own outburst as well, and shook his head to get rid of the
confusion he felt. When she had suggested getting a sub he didn’t want anyone
else.
Just her.
He wondered what was happening, why he
felt this way. A ball of anxiety hit his stomach when he knew Olivia was
becoming important to him, because once this was all over, they would go back
to their old lives—Dom and
Domme
.

Olivia was
looking at him strangely.
Okay, so how do
I get out of this one?
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. I just thought you
could play the sub again.”

“Me!”

Her voice was a
mixture of amazement, shock, and guilt. It was like she was hiding something.
 
And it was more than the reasons she had given
him for becoming a
Domme
. He’d considered that before,
but put it aside worried that it was his secrets he was showing. But Olivia was
nothing like his long-dead abusive mother.
  

“Well, you won’t
really know if I am keeping my control in check unless you are on the receiving
end, will you?” He walked forward, his hands on his hips.
Challenging
her.
Tempting her again.

Olivia stepped
back. The door was immediately behind her. She looked worried, which was
intriguing, but it wasn’t evident in her voice, which was as strong and patronizing
as ever. “Oh, I assure you I can tell by watching.” Once again her trembling
body belied what she said.

Trey stepped
toward her and tried a different tack. “Are you sure you can trust me with
someone else?”

She frowned, but
still didn’t move. Neither did she leave to get a sub.

He deliberately
taunted her. “Are you being a coward,
Mistress
Olivia?
”
 

That was enough
to rile her. With eyes full of fighting spirit, she stepped forward and jabbed
a finger at him.
“Fine.
Then show me you are
trustworthy and my lessons are working, but I reserve the right to terminate
this scene instantly.”

Holding back the
broad grin that threatened to erupt, Trey simply nodded. She may well stop
immediately with what he had in mind, but it would be interesting to see how
far she would go. “Good. Then bend over the spanking bench.”

Olivia gasped at
his demand. “There is no way you are spanking me.”

Trey chuckled.
“Even though you did it to me.”

“You had to
learn a lesson. I don’t.”

“And you need to
know I have learned from your classes.”
 

As she hesitated
he quickly took hold of her wrists and pulled her to him until they were face
to face. The look on her face told him how startled she was. Although, once
again, her body gave a different vibe as she practically melted into him, her
pelvis pressing into him.
 
Could a Dom like me turn
Livvy
submissive again?
That was food for thought.

“Spanking you
was not my intention. Not that I need to explain myself to a sub or even a
pretend one. But you note I am not holding your hands too tightly to harm you,
am I?” His grip was firm, but she could have pulled away easily if she had been
of a mind to.

She conceded.
“No. Then what…” Olivia was about to ask him what he was going to do, but a
raise of one of his eyebrows made her acquiesce.
“All right.
Let go of me, and I’ll go to the bench.”

When Trey didn’t
let go of her she frowned.

“While I am glad
you are going to do as I ask, any sub that doesn’t give me respect would get
that spanking. But since you are not a sub and I am being lenient, I will give
you a second chance to mend your tone.”

Olivia stared intently
at him, shifting emotions clear in her eyes. “And what will you do if I don’t?”

This defiance
was obviously to see if he was likely to return to his old ways, which would
have been to drag her over to the bench and thrash her. While that was very tempting,
he knew he couldn’t do that, not to her and possibly not to anyone else.
At least, not as hard as he used to.
“In this scenario where
you are a sub who repeatedly won’t respect me then I will leave this room and
tell Master Sean that you
are not sub material
.” He
ignored the fact that he had repeatedly refused to call her by her title. But
then he never pretended to be a sub.

“Won’t that just
make you seem lacking in dominance if you have to run and tell tales to the
boss?”

She was really
testing him. He snorted. “Sure, but all new subs go through induction, and they
are taught to always use the correct titles. I assume, therefore, that you are
lacking the desire to be a sub, rather than you’ve been through a poor
induction. You do realize that rejecting a sub and the humiliation they get
from that is as good a punishment as physical admonishment.”

“For
some.
It doesn’t always work for everyone.” She yielded. “Okay, so we’ll assume I am
an obedient sub. Please let go of me, Sir. Or would you prefer, Master Trey?”

The look she
gave him was full of arrogance, and he smiled to himself.
Oh, I would love to have someone this feisty as my sub.
What a
shame most of the subs who came to the club were not. Either they had read
about
BDSM
somewhere, and thought it fun to be
controlled for an evening—and he strictly avoided the newbies as they were too
much work—or they were seriously into being dominated and feistiness didn’t
enter their heads.

“Either will do.
But drop your jeans and bend over the chair instead. I think that will work
better.” He let go of her hands and watched as she walked over to the furniture
he indicated, stepped out of her shoes and dropped her trousers as he demanded,
presenting him with a gorgeous rounded backside.

Walking to a
nearby cupboard, which held various punishment implements, he pretended to
peruse them wondering if she would say anything. He glanced out of the corner
of his eye in her direction. Olivia had turned her head to watch him, her eyes
narrowed in mistrust, but she didn’t say a word, nor move, just pursed her red-rimmed
lips in disapproval.

Instead he
opened a drawer and took out a dildo, holding it up so she could see. Her eyes
were wide open in shock before she quickly turned her head away. To disguise
her feelings he wondered? He half expected her to query what he was going to do
with it, but she was silent. Trey was getting to know Olivia now. When she was
forced to be a sub she went quiet.

“Now, I recall
at our last session you plundered my cock. I will now raid your vagina.”

A gasp came from
her.

“Did you say
something, oh sub of mine?”

Trey cocked a
head in her direction, but she kept her mouth shut, although her expression had
changed to one of interest.

Moving toward
her he studied the ubiquitous pink dildo. It was long and curved at the end.
And thick.
 
He nodded,
very pleased. It was about the same size as he was.

“I think this
will do nicely.” Trey’s eyes rested on her upturned buttocks.
 
Either she had been commando underneath her
jeans or she had automatically removed her underwear, even though he hadn’t
requested it. He rolled the sex toy over her buttocks enjoying her reaction as
she tightened her butt. Tapping her thighs with it, he sighed.
“Tut
tut
.
A good sub would know to
keep her legs apart, preferably shoulder width.”

Olivia turned to
look at him directly, but dropped her eyes immediately. Once again he was aware
of how sub-like she could be. She spoilt it though, by speaking. “And what are
you going to do if I don’t?”

The
little madam is challenging me!
He rested a knee on the chair
seat and lifted her chin up so she would look at him.

“It depends on
the sub. If she had done this repeatedly a punishment would be in order, wouldn’t
you say?
Or even denying her the reward of the dildo.”

The corners of
her mouth turned up.

“And if this was
the first time I would tell her of her error, maybe with a warning spank.” He
then proceeded to do just that, but was shocked at his action. He never hit
directly with his hand. It reminded him too much of
her.
And he wasn’t thinking of Olivia.

Immediately he
rubbed the place he had just hit, soothing it, and was gratified when Olivia
opened her legs in response.

“Very
good.”

In fact it was more
than good. As he ran his hand up the inside of her thighs he could feel her
juices. Olivia was dripping, already!
Well,
well, well
. Quickly unwrapping the sterile covering from the dildo he
rubbed it in her juices. She quivered, her butt wobbling at the same time.
Moving up toward her crotch he slid the length of the sex toy back and forth
along her slit, parting her pussy lips, gathering even more moisture.

Olivia moaned.

“Now some
Doms
might insist that their subs remain silent. It is a
dominance thing as it can be very hard for subs to hold back their sounds,
particularly if their Master is good at his work. However, you will be pleased
to know I am not one of them.”
Oh no.
He was going to relish each and every sound of submission coming from Olivia.

Reaching between
her splayed legs he parted her labia. Some women hated having wide labial lips,
complaining that they were ugly, but it was something he personally loved. Not
that he ever let any female know. He had remained aloof from women all his life,
enjoying their bodies, enjoying his dominance over them, never falling for
their spell.
Until now.

“Until now.”
Where did that come from?
Did
he feel more for Olivia than just enjoying their play?

He pulled back,
astonished at the turn of his thoughts, his rising cock suddenly going limp.

Aware that he
had stopped, Olivia lifted up and looked around.

Trey frowned
angrily at her, although it was himself he was really irritated with. “I knew
you’d never been able to stay still.”

“That was a
test?”

Her confusion
was evident, and he had to come up with something quickly.
“Naturally.
And since you failed, I am afraid that you won’t get the dildo.” Turning away
from her he threw the dildo into the basin for discarded toys, taking the time
to come to terms with his feelings. He needed to prove to himself that she
didn’t have a hold on him and that he wasn’t falling for her.

Hearing her
moving behind him he put all the mastery he could muster into his voice. “Where
exactly do you think you are going?”

“I—I thought…”

Finally turning
around he saw a sub before him struggling to regain her sensibility. He smiled
callously, the old Trey fighting to get out. “Get back to where you were. I am
not finished yet.”

Olivia
straightened up, and the
Domme
in her reasserted
itself. “You are
not
punishing me.”

“No, I’m not. At
least, not the way you think. But you deserve some form of punishment for the lack
of respect and your disobedience, if not for your lack of trust. And if you
never trust me I will never be free of this ‘training’ program.” He spat out
the word “training”.

She frowned, but
resumed her former position, her body tense.

But Trey was not
going to use any punishment implements. He had a different punishment in mind,
one involving dominance
of a Dom over a
Domme
,
his chance to get even.

Moving forward he
freed himself from his leather trousers as he returned to her. Taking her hips
tightly in his hands, his cock, now fully erect and throbbing, found its way
unerringly into its goal.
Olivia’s pussy.
He was glad
he trusted her implicitly that he didn’t have to wear a condom as he hated
wearing one. Sensations were dulled by condoms and so much more intense without
one.

Ignoring her cry
he thrust swiftly into her. His only deference was to stop when he was fully in
allowing her vagina to become accustomed to his size. He was surprised once
more at how tight she was. He rather thought a mature woman like her, and
someone who had been a
Domme
for many years, would be
more open, but loved the fact that her snugness provided him with excellent
friction.

When the
tenseness in her body eased he pulled out, only to plunge in again. He had
enjoyed it when she had climbed on top of him on the bed and rode him, but this
was so much better. From this position he could control the angle and the
speed.

Olivia cried out
as he deepened his thrust, pushing in hard and quick. It was the cry of someone
experiencing bliss, and it encouraged Trey to go on. He considered stopping and
making her wait like she had done with him. But that moment came and went. Smiling
wryly as he continued his plunges, he knew he was far too gone to stop now. He
needed this release—badly. His fingers dug into her hips as he increased his
speed and depth.