Fantasy Encounter with a Dom (8 page)

“Really
, it’s too much.” Keira said as she dipped her head, though she loved it and couldn’t stop the smile that coated her face. But the back of her mind told her this was a weeks pay for Tim.

Carrie came up to her and pulled the tag off. “Now you need to get it.”

“Carrie, I can’t afford it.” Keira protested with a desperate look.

Jarred waved his open hand to Carrie and she trotted over to him with the tag. Keira followed over.

“Sir, really it’s too much.”

“Don’t argue.”
Jarred said.

She pursed her lips and turned to go in her bare feet still. He clasped her wrist. And she closed her eyes.
“Yes, sir.” She bowed her head.

“Shoes.”
His voice was softer.

She turned to him and looked at Carrie. “Honestly
, I am not a big shoe person.”

Carrie looked positively giddy. He nodded at Carrie and she smiled. Keira returned to change and Carrie followed her back
to the dressing room.

“Carrie
, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah.”

“Sir, he said that I’m his sub for the week. I hadn’t anticipated that he’d want to do this all week. I feel bad for Tim. I’m not sure of my place. I’m married to him and I need to be honest and-”

C
arrie stopped her rampant rambles. “He’s fine. Sir spoke with him at lunch.”

Keira
looked at her surprised it was solved in the few moments she was in the bathroom. “Okay. I-um-can you tell sir I need to tell him something?” She felt the need for confession.

“Yes?” His voice made her jump. She surely didn’t want punishment, but she felt compelled to be honest with him, as honest as she wanted to be with Tim.

“Sir, I should have told you something earlier.” Keira pulled her bra back on and reached for her shirt. “Tim and I had sex earlier, before we left.” She pulled her shirt over her head. “I want to be honest with you and-”

“Did you come?”

“No, sir.” She was nervous under the glare he gave her. “I’m sorry. He requested and-”

“You’re right you should have told me earlier. You will be punished for that.” Jarred’s words cracked a sharp pain in her chest.

She had to lift her chin to swallow the lump in her throat. “Yes, sir.”

Jarred turned to leave.

“And sir…”

He looked at her.

“The dress…it’s beautiful. Thank you.” She gazed into those solidly harsh eyes.

“I don’t
think it could look more beautiful on another woman.” That softness escaped, but he pulled it back.

Keira hadn’t expected that. Not from him. Her
eyes burned from the sentiment and her lip trembled. “Thanks.” She looked down again as he left.

The rest of the afternoon was about finding Carrie a dress, a fire
engine red strapless equally sexy dress. Jarred had to remind her that she had a closetful of shoes. Keira found some three-quarter inch heeled bronze strappy sparklers herself, that didn’t cost a fortune. Even Tim found a dress shirt in a minty green with a black blazer. Keira had to stifle a laugh because he never wore those things unless it was a wedding or a funeral.
Damn, he looks hot.

They send the clothes to the dry cleaner and return to the house. The discussion falls on dinner.

“Can I make dinner? You’ve done so much.” Keira asked eagerly.

“Another time.” Jarred responded
. “I want to take you both out.”

Keira wanted to protest,
but she was told earlier not to argue. She looked to Tim.

“Jarred, she’s right you have done so much already.
”

“Not open for discussion.”

And with that the decision had been made. To say he was the alpha male was to put it lightly. Tim was not the shy or pushover type either, so Keira pulled Carrie upstairs in case the discussion truly wasn’t over. They were going to dinner in their new outfits and Keira wanted help with her hair.

“Shoot. My nylons have a run in them
; I only have my thigh highs.” Keira was frantic. She barely ever dressed up.

“I wouldn’t worry about it.” Carrie
smiled.

I wish I could look like her
. Keira admired Carrie in the soft cream bathroom; stared at her, as she applied her make up.

“You going to put make
up on?” Carrie looked at her as she smacked her full lips.

“I don’t really wear it.” Keira admitted.

“Nonsense.” Carrie sat her on the toilet and went to work.

“Carrie,” Keira
gasped as she looked at herself in the mirror when Carrie was done. She had smoldering eyes and red lips. “I-this is. The both of you.” She hugged Carrie. “Thank you.”

“Don’t go crying
, you’ll mess it up.”

Keira giggled.

They walked downstairs and Tim coughed and choked
at the sight of his wife. Keira smiled, she felt comfortable and sexy in her body and the confidence radiated off her.

“You both look phenomenal.” Jarred was the only one with words.

Keira looked out from under her eyelashes at Tim as she made her way down the stairs. She liked the way he gawked at her.

“Thank you, sir.” Carrie smiled and Keira echoed her words.
Both Keira and Carrie walked over to retrieve their jackets that Jarred held out for them.

“Where are we going?”
Keira asked as she tucked her arms into the sleeves.

He didn’t answer
; instead he smiled. It made him look so different.

“Well
, you look very nice yourself sir. You too Tim, wish I could get you to wear this more often, honestly.” Keira smirked.

Jarred cleared his throat.

“Yes, sir.” She linked her arm into Jarred’s. They walked outside and Keira pulled him to a dead stop. There was a black short limousine. “No. Sir, that’s too much. Spank me or whatever you want but I cant-”

Jarred laughed.

“What?” Keira didn’t know what was so funny.

“Carrie
, I think you’ve found someone else who wants to be spanked as much as you. Angel this is a company car.” He held the door open and Carrie climbed in with a big grin, than Tim and he held Keira back.

“So are you going t
o punish me double now?” Keira looked down worriedly.

“Angel
.” He drew her chin to look up at him. “I don’t want you to change who you are. You’re kind, considerate and I’ve noticed you like to flirt.” His eyebrow quirked up as if in question.

“Yes, sir.” She wasn’t sure if they were all compliments. “With my husband.” She clarified.

He nodded. “Let’s go.”

“Yes, sir.” He helped her climb into the car and followed her in.

Chatter was light in the car
; Keira felt Tim’s gaze on her legs, like he wanted to lick right up them, starting with her toes. Dinner was at a quaint building and Keira knew it was expensive since nothing was priced on the menu.

“Would you like some wine?” Jarred asked
, as he signaled the waiter.

“Yes, Riesling please.” Keira said “But just one. I don’t like to dance when I’ve been drinking. It doesn’t sit well with me.”
She explained.

Tim ordered a seven and seven. Jarred and Carrie ordered a bottle of red. Keira looked over the menu items and decided on Chicken Milanese, basically thin breaded chicken with a hint of lemon. It was served with wild rice and
salad. Tim ordered a seafood medley in cream sauce; Jarred the duck and Carrie the pork tenderloin. Keira smiled at the differences, as she relished her dinner. It was cooked to perfection. She sipped her wine and watched Carrie and Jarred over the table. She and Tim sat together. It was a strange feeling. Tim’s hand rested on her thigh at one point and Keira stood up to go to the bathroom.

“Keira what are you doing?” She looked at her reflection as she leaned on the countertop.

“You alright?” Carrie walked in tentatively.

“Yeah. I just think Tim’s having a hard time.” Keira tucked her head down.

Carrie rubbed her back. “He’ll be fine. He loves you
; that’s a good thing.”

“Yes, but he’s going to get me into trouble. I want to please him and-” she looked at Carrie who just smiled. “What?”

“Well, he will be your Dom in the end. So that’s a good thing. Don’t worry you’ll figure it out.”

Keira nodded.

After dinner they climbed back into that black car and drove up to a street lined with people who waited to enter a nightclub. Jarred walked up with Carrie and Keira on his arms and went to the front of the line. Tim was only a step behind.

“Good evening sir.” The bouncer opened the little velvet rope to allow them through.

What does he do that he can get right in?
Keira had never asked what he or Carrie did, they never asked them. She looked at Jarred in amazement. There was a twinkle in his eye.
Did he just wink at me?
Her sex pulsed
.
“How did you do that?” She whispered as she leaned in. He wants his ego stroked? She could do that.

“I’m very big around here.” He smiled and waggled his eye brows.

Keira giggled at the sexual connotation that he held on his lips.

The strobe lights swayed in blue, green
, and pink in the dark large space. The music blasted them in the face as they entered. Keira realized it was surely her scene, but not Tim’s—he would hate it.

Carrie pulled Keria right out to the floor and they danced right away in the bump and hump of the orgy of the crowd. Keira couldn’t help but grin
, as her body let go of her tension and her mind cleared of everything but the moment. Keira pulsed along with the music as it overtook her movements. She and Carrie ground their hips in seductive harmony. Dribbles of sweat tickled down her neck as she raised her hands to hold her hair. Lips kissed the crook of her neck and she leaned into them and turned to see Jarred. She was jolted from the moment as her labored breaths made her chest now rocket into short explosive bursts.

“Jarred.” She whispered
more to herself. Her eyes searched the scene for Tim.

“Keira, I want you to suck me right here. That will be one of your punishments.”

Keira sucked in a breath. “Sir? I-” She gulped in fear and not only for the sea of people around her, or even because of Carrie or Tim. “Sir,” She leaned in close. “I’m sorry I’m not very experienced with that.” She wouldn’t look at him in that moment. Fear wasn’t the only thing that froze her in place. His hand had slid up her dress and at the vertex of her thighs; his hand hugged her hot crotch. His other hand took her chin to force her to look at his harsh gaze.

“You will. G
et on your knees.”

“Yesss, sirr” Her words were slurred in pleasure as he rubbed her and her eyes fluttered.

He unzipped his fly. He was already hard for her as she knelt before him. Her tongue caressed around the crown. His musk pressed against her nostrils as her hand pushed the zipper back. Small black curls snuck through as she gripped his shaft at the base. With her other hand she cradled his soft testicles. Her hair was suddenly in his clutch. He was so different then Tim or maybe it was the demand, the force. She ran her tongue across the slit where there was a drop of precum, tangy and salty. She swirled her tongue around the head and then pressed her lips over. She had a tiny mouth; she knew that and tried to be careful. But his hand that held her hair wouldn’t allow it. She took him all the way in and moaned as she did. It excited her. There was little room to maneuver inside her mouth, so she bobbed back and forth as much as he would allow. Her breath hampered by his clothing. Her fingers toyed with his sac, pulled tight against him. She ran her nail along the line behind the sac and around. She felt him shift his feet, so she dug a little harder. He was completely down the back of her throat. Suddenly his body tightened; his shaft lengthened inside her. He released his hot seed and splattered it down her throat.

She stood and looked at him shyly before she left for the bathroom. He still looked cold despite
his release and she scurried away.

“Keira?” Carrie had chased after her.

“I’m sorry Carrie.” Keira was out of breath, tried to clean up her lipstick. That would never happen, smudged red lipstick.
You look like a tramp.
She sniffed.

“Keira
, are you alright?” Carrie touched her arm.

“I’m fine. I just-” She shook her head. “I told him I’m not very good at it.” She took a handful of water and brought it to her lips. She was dying of thirst. “I need some water.” Carrie handed her a bottle. “Thanks.” She couldn’t look her in the eyes either.

“Keira if-” Carrie began, but Jarred interrupted.