The Lonely Dominant (4 page)

She looked disappointed by my response. Maybe she thought I was more involved in the lifestyle?

"It's a very satisfying experience when both participants are open and honest about their wants and desires. The pleasures I've gained through my past experiences were like none I'd ever experienced before."

"I'd like to try it," she said. "I want to submit to you."

"You're so young." Her age didn't bother me. Rather, I knew she was so inexperienced when it came to sex and relationships. I wasn't certain she could make this kind of decision. "I'd need you to be absolutely sure."

"You said it was consensual. I wouldn't have to do anything I didn't want to, and if I remember correctly, there are safe words we could use."

"I think you know more than you're letting on." I arched a brow at her, but I was impressed by her openness. I was surprised she had the courage to press the matter.

"I may have researched the subject a couple of times."

"You're right about safe words. They are set up to protect not only your physical boundaries, but your emotional limits as well. I would push your limits, but only to show you how much pleasure you could gain. I couldn't do this 24/7 either. We'd have to come up with some sort of agreement, since we live under the same roof." Are
we
really entertaining this?

"Weekends?" She shrugged. "Maybe we could try it out?"

I smiled and gently kissed her lips. "Yes, I think weekends would work perfectly."

She settled into my chest. I twirled her sweet-smelling hair around my fingers, and we spent the next few hours discussing our new arrangement. We decided our playtime would begin on Fridays at seven and would last until Sundays at noon.

During that time, she was to submit to me fully and willingly. This would include giving in to me whenever I wanted to play. I didn't want her to clean my house or cook for me, since I already had people to do that. She would respect my decisions and trust I knew what was best for her. She would obey my every command, unless I was pushing her too hard, then she would use the safe word and the scene would stop, and we would discuss her fears and reservations. I wanted her to understand a BDSM lifestyle wasn't about humiliating or hurting her.

I realized right away she would be different from my previous subs, because I already had feelings for her. I wasn't sure how deeply they ran, but I wanted her on a different level, not just sexually. This was going to be a learning experience for both of us. We'd have to take things slowly and see where we ended up.

I also requested she go on some method of birth control, because it would make our time together that much easier.

I donated blood to the office drive two times a year, and could provide her with a clean medical bill. She said she'd do the same for me. It also turned out she was already on the pill, due to irregular periods, so we could start our new arrangement next Friday.

It's going to be a long week.

Just as I'd predicted, the week moved at a snail's pace. To make matters worse, I had an extremely demanding work schedule. I stayed late most evenings, which was probably a good thing. I thought it best for us not to be together physically until Friday evening. It gave me time to prepare mentally for what was to come. I wanted this to work, but I also wanted to build a relationship with Clara outside of our roles.
Am I
expecting too much? Probably.

I knew, from traveling in the BDSM circles, that a Dom could indeed form a romantic relationship with his sub, but that usually happened after they'd met through their mutual set-up. I'd already moved Clara into my house and expressed interest in her. I decided I had no power over what was to come and I should just let things play out. Problem was, I wasn't a very patient man, and needed control over the outcome.

Friday evening, at two minutes to seven, I paced my bedroom floor. I had to get it together and focus. She'd be nervous, and I had to show her I was capable of being her Dom. I was bursting with anticipation over the fact that I was finally going to have her in my bed. So many things to show her—but we'd have plenty of time for that.

Tonight was about me exploring her body, familiarizing myself with what she liked, and learning how she responded to me.

I quickly changed into a pair of black silk pajama bottoms and nothing else. As I was finishing up, I heard a soft knock at the door. She was on time. I wondered if she was as eager as I was.

"You may enter."

She slowly opened the door and quietly stepped into the room. Her eyes were cast down. I had recommended several websites on the subject, and it looked like she'd been reading up on how she was to greet me.

"Come to me." I held out my hand.

She hesitantly walked toward me, but she took a deep breath and continued to cross the room. She took my hand and lowered her head.

"In your research, I'm sure you've seen various playrooms and some of the equipment in those rooms."

She nodded.

"Obviously, this is not a traditional playroom. I never intended to have a fulltime play partner, so we'll have to improvise. If this arrangement works out, and I certainly hope it does, perhaps we'll come up with an alternative."

She didn't say anything, but I didn't expect her to. It was her place to listen and learn.

"Normally, you'll be in this room before I arrive, waiting on your knees to serve me with your mouth."

I heard the sharp intake of her breath at my words. I knew from our previous discussions she had never performed oral sex, so I decided we shouldn't start with that.

I thought maybe that was something she could attempt during the week, when we weren't in these roles. She might be relaxed and have more confidence.

"Sit on the bed."

She quickly did as I asked, but she never looked at me.

"You look beautiful. Thank you for wearing what I left for you."

She was dressed in a long, silk, chocolate nightgown that hugged her exquisite curves in all the right places and dipped low between her supple breasts. I would have to use so much concentration not to rip that garment off her. I promised myself I'd take my time, have some patience.

For the first time since entering the room, she spoke, "Thank you, sir."

Sir?

We hadn't discussed what she would call me, but she was right; until I collared her she would call me sir, and then it would change to Master. We were a long way off from even considering that type of relationship. She'd been doing her homework.

Maybe she is serious about this arrangement. We'll soon find out.

"Very nice," I said. "You will not refer to me by my given name when we are in these roles. I appreciate your respect."

I stood up and extended my hand for her to stand with me. I moved her hair away from her face, placing open-mouth kisses down her jaw line, working my way to her neck. I let my hand roam over the thin material of her nightgown. "You're mine now. You will submit to my every desire. You will place all of your trust in me, and you will accept what I say. You will speak only when I ask you a direct question. Do you understand?"

"Yes." She swallowed hard.

"Yes, what?" I reminded her.

"Yes, sir."

Fuck!

I liked the way that sounded. I saw the way my dick liked it too, since it stood at full attention.

"That's right, Clara." I pulled her hair hard and tilted her head back. "I'll let that slip this time, but don't expect me to be so forgiving next time. Do you remember your safe words?"

We had agreed on two. When she said "yellow," I would slow down. I would only push her as far as I thought she could go. But, if she said "red," we would stop immediately. Those were very basic words, but extremely effective in this situation.

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl." I released her hair. "You may use those words anytime you feel afraid or unsure. Once you safe word "red'," we'll end all play, and then when you're up to it, we'll discuss what upset you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," she nervously said.

"It's important you remember I'm not here to hurt you."

I walked her back to the bed and sat her down, then slipped the straps of her nightgown down over her shoulders. I could see the anxiety in her eyes. Naturally, she would be uncertain, but I had to reassure her that I meant her no harm.

I lowered my lips to the skin just below her earlobe, and whispered, "There's nothing to be afraid of. You'll find only pleasure here in my room." I gently pushed her on to her back, positioning her at the top of the bed. I reached for the blindfold I'd placed on the nightstand next to us, then slowly tied it around her head, covering her eyes. She didn't object.

"The blindfold is not only to heighten your experience," I said. "It's about trust as well."

She let out the small breath she was holding. I could see how uneasy she was, but that was to be expected.

"I won't restrain you tonight, but try your hardest to leave your hands at your sides unless I tell you otherwise."

She quickly moved her arms to the sides of her body, and waited for my next command.

Yes, my sweet girl, you're going to work out just fine.
I spread her legs apart and slipped my hand between them. I liked what I didn't find.
No underwear.

I hadn't left any for her. She followed directions well. I gently ran my finger over her slit and felt the moisture seeping out. She was just as eager as I was.

"You're ready for me," I said. "So wet."

She didn't respond verbally, but she did lick her lips at my words. I found it extremely sexy.

"I'm going to touch you now." I slipped two fingers inside her tight core. She jerked, causing them to slip deeper inside her. I smiled at her impatience, but that was something we needed to address. How was she ever going to learn to anticipate and enjoy what I was doing to her if she came so easily?

"Clara," I sternly said against her lips as I moved my fingers in and out of her.

"Your pleasure belongs to me. You may not release until I tell you to. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir, I'm at your mercy."

"That's right," I said. "And, I plan on bringing you to the edge several times this evening, but you will not come until I give you permission. If you do, there will be consequences."

We had discussed punishment options, and what the penalties would be for disobeying a direct order. I honestly hoped we wouldn't have to explore that part of our relationship tonight.

Her body responded well under my touch as she continued to thrust herself against my fingers. I could feel her muscles beginning to tighten, so I thought I would be kind and stop before she lost it. I abruptly pulled out of her warmth and brought my fingers to my lips. I'd been thinking about her unique scent all week.

"You taste sweeter than anything I've ever experienced. Open your mouth. I want to share."

She did as I asked, without hesitation, as I brought my hand to her lips. I saw that she was a natural submissive. S
o much potential.
She sucked her own juices right from my fingers, much like she had done last week with my tongue. I was beginning to rethink my initial thoughts on having her suck my desperate cock. I had a feeling she'd be pretty good at it. Not tonight, I thought. I wanted her to await that act.

"I need to taste more of you." I ran my tongue down her body over the thin material of her gown. "Just like I did last week, but this time you will savor my tongue on your luscious pussy. You will not be releasing into my mouth." I gripped her thighs and forcefully spread her legs as wide as they would open, revealing her glistening folds to me. "Next time, I'm going to bind you to my bed just like this, so that I can see all of you."

I threw her legs over my shoulders, slipped my hands under her bottom, and pushed her to my mouth. She was so warm and slick. My hips involuntarily pushed into the mattress as I frantically tried to release that ache I was feeling in my balls. I wouldn't last much longer; soon, I would need to be buried deep within her.

She clawed at the sheets and let out a small moan of pleasure as I took her clit between my teeth. She tried to close her legs as she pushed against my shoulders, but I reached up and roughly pushed them apart. She didn't move them again as I continued to feast on her. I couldn't get enough. I could feel her abdomen tightening as her thighs began to shake against me. As much as I regretted pulling away from her, I didn't want her to fail on our first night, not after she was trying so hard to hold off, and to please me.

I slid back up her body and pressed my lips to hers. I inserted my tongue and explored her mouth with the eagerness I was feeling for her. I'd been waiting weeks to get inside her, to finally connect on a physical level. I gently removed the blindfold because when I entered her, I wanted to look into those eyes. I wanted her to see how much she meant to me, even if she couldn't fully understand yet.

She briefly smiled at me, but must have remembered her place because she looked away. I tilted her face back to mine. "I want you to keep your eyes open and look at me when I take you."

I tugged on her nightgown, indicating I wanted it off. She sat up, pulled it over her head, then dropped it to the floor. I lowered my head and gently kissed her nipples, swirling my tongue over them and lightly tugging on them with my teeth. I had neglected those pretty tits tonight, but I'd have much more time with her. I would learn her body, as she would mine. We had much to look forward to.

I stood up, then slipped my pants off, tossing them next to her gown. She allowed her eyes to wander my body, stopping briefly to take in my size. I arranged myself on top of her, wrapping one of her legs around my hip.

"I'll be gentle tonight." I tenderly kissed her lips. "You may come as soon as you can."

I reached down between us and took my painfully erect cock in my hand, stroking it a few times before slowly running it up and down her dripping wet sex. I had to be delicate with my fragile girl. She'd done this only one time, and that was two years ago. This was going to cause her some discomfort at first. I pushed the head of my dick in and she gasped at the contact.