My Dates With The Dom (3 page)

He pumped into me slowly, deliberately, mastering my body, claiming it as his own. “I am your Master now. Say it for me. Tell me who I am.” He thrust into me hard to show his command must be met.

"I belong to you, Michael. You are my master."

I groaned for as soon as the words left my lips, I knew they were true. As if a load had been lightened from my shoulders, a sense of freedom enveloped me, a freedom to be who I was meant to be. He would give me orgasms, allow me to have them the way I had never allowed myself. He had taken the choice away from me, taken away the guilt and the fear. My pussy spasmed and I groaned.

"Open your mouth, Victoria. Let the sound out."

I did and my orgasm hit harder. “That's it baby, no holding back. Not ever with me.” His voice tightened and I could feel the jerk of his cock as his orgasm hit.

He kept his arms around me and kissed along my neck and shoulder. Then I heard the zip of his pants and the zip of my dress. He placed my hand in his. “Let me walk you to your car."

Once again goose bumps arose on my arms and I shivered. What if it was all a lie and he never meant to see me again? What if the whole thing had been just a ploy to get laid?

We reached my car and I looked down to the pavement afraid of what I might see in his eyes. He reached around my neck and unclasped the necklace. My eyes welled up and I whimpered.

He kissed the top of my head. “Taking off the necklace just means the role play has ended for the night. It doesn't mean we have. You are still
mine
. Don't think for a moment I'd give you up so easily."

The tears came for real then and humiliation followed. I'd fucked some man I hardly knew and was getting upset that he might leave me. Leave me, like my ex. Leave me, when I barely knew him to begin with and had no hold on him.

He kissed at my tears, licking them off my face. “Let me take your sorrow, Victoria. Let me take it all away from you and give you pleasure instead.

I sighed. “Michael. . . . “ I couldn't formulate a sentence. Had no idea what I even wanted to say.

"Do you enjoy being mine, Victoria?"

"Yes. I want to be yours. I'm grateful I'm yours."

He kissed me then, hard and breathless. “I'll email you tomorrow and then no communication until Thursday night when I open the envelope.” He kissed the tip of my nose, turned and walked away.

I drove home in a fog trying to make sense of the night. I'd fucked a man I'd only met once, believed he somehow had possession of me in some intangible way, and had two raging orgasms. Most importantly, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the glory I basked in would return in exactly one week. But what would my next date with the Dom require of me? I smiled with anticipation.

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The week after I had sex with Michael was the oddest week I've ever experienced. I knew we had set up this deal for a sex only, and believe me it was great sex. But I didn't know him well and part of me wondered if he was really going to train me, or, if since he'd been laid, he wouldn't need to see me again. So rather than the week flying by and me being able to focus entirely on law school, I spent a great deal of time focusing on him, and fretting over whether he'd call with the instructions on Thursday night.

Considering I was forty and had been out of school for a thousand years, I really couldn't afford to be daydreaming. I had more work than I could handle for one night and instead of getting the job done, my eyes kept glancing over to the phone. The quiet phone. Nine o'clock and no phone call. What if that was it? I couldn't force him to call me any more than I could force him to fuck me. And I wanted him to fuck me again. The space between my legs longed for it.

I read through about another twenty pages or so of the driest material ever written and wondered how I'd ever retain a word when the phone finally rang. I jumped for it but tried to keep the edge from my voice. “Hello."

"Miss Victoria.” His voice covered me like maple syrup, a sweet tasty treat. “I trust you're having a good week."

If I hadn't been, I knew I would be now as he explained the contents of the envelope.

It'd be an easy one. This was one of his. It should have been the first one since it had the least sex involved. But I wondered if he'd add to it. I hoped so because I wanted him inside me again.

I arrived at the bookstore fifteen minutes early. Nothing like being over eager. I told myself it was because I wasn't sure of how the traffic would be and I didn't dare be late. Not for him. Yeah, right. I just couldn't wait. So I stood in the romance section where he had told me to be and examined one book after another. The minutes seem to drag on for hours, and at one point I was sure he wouldn't show.

When I didn't think I could stand another second in the stilettos I wore, my phone shrilled. I tossed the book I was looking at back on the shelf and my hands shook as I opened my purse and flipped up the phone. “Hello?” Even I could hear the raw edge to my voice and I wondered how it would affect him?

"Where are you?"

At the sound of his voice my entire body quivered. “On the left outer edge of the romance section. . . . “

"Remember don't say a word until I give you permission to speak."

The click on the other end of the phone made my pussy flood. Hastily, I tossed my phone back into my purse and picked up a novel. I glanced at the back cover blurb and tried to focus on what was written there.

My shaky hands were making it even more difficult to keep the book steady when I felt his presence behind me. Close behind me. He didn't say a word, but I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. The feel of his fingers clasping the chain around my neck signaled the start of the game. The cool of the metal on my skin made me shiver. Who was I kidding? His presence did that. He stepped back and his hand grazed my ass as he walked by.

I knew the drill. Stand there reading back cover blurbs and wait for him to come back. Don't move except to pick up a new book to look at.

Within seconds he was back, this time his hand lightly crept up my leg massaging it. Someone walked by and he was gone like a specter.

When he returned I felt his breath in my ear. “Follow me."

I turned, eager to do anything he said. I followed like a lemming, mesmerized by his power, his voice. He stopped in another section that was clear of other shoppers. “Pick up a book."

I grabbed the nearest thing, turned it over, and pretended to read the back. At that point it was impossible to see the words that were written there. All I knew was the closeness of his body, the feel of his hands, and the timber of his voice. His hands rubbed along my hips, along my sides and up to my shoulders, as if holding me in place.

I gasped as they slid down to my breasts, cupping and squeezing them both, kneading them right there for anyone to see. His hands gripped hard and he leaned into me turning me slightly to the left. “You have three minutes to go to the ladies room and bring me back your panties."

At first I wasn't sure I'd heard correctly. We'd talked about public touching and how erotic it could be and he'd inserted the Ben Wa balls in the club, but this was a brightly lit bookstore. And he was improvising.

"Go,” he growled.

Was it a test? Was he attempting to see if I'd continue to comply? I couldn't fail him. As if my entire life depended on me making the three minute deadline, my heeled shoes flew across first the carpet and then the tiled floor of the bathroom.

Inside the stall, my hands shook while mindlessly I obeyed the command of my master. I shoved the panties into my purse and then careened toward the spot where I'd left him. In my haste, I went down the wrong aisle and panicked, my heart beating double time as I thought he might have changed his mind and left the premises. The time was running out. What if he examined his watch before I could reach him?

Legs moving on their own accord, I went to the next aisle and saw him. My hands shook as I opened my purse, took out the panties, and balled them into my fist. I passed them to him and he shoved them into his pocket.

I looked up to him. “Eyes down and follow me."

Falling in place, like a good little soldier, I never questioned where we went. Like a duck, I followed behind him. He stopped in the home improvement section. “Stand in front of me."

At this point I could barely breathe, but I stepped in front of him and picked up a book. My chest heaved as his hand slid up the back of my skirt over my naked ass. My legs shook as I wondered if the entire event would be immortalized on the security camera. I must have moaned as his hand moved around to my pussy because he made a shushing sound.

How the hell was I going to keep my mouth shut? Footsteps approached and his hand dropped. When the person was out of sight, without warning he pulled my head back and licked from my shoulder up to my ear. My body shivered as uncontrollably as if I was coming down with the flu.

His fingers, this time on the outside of my skirt, magically found my clit and he began strumming the way one would a guitar. I whimpered. Touching was one thing, but was he going to continue? Damn, the man didn't slow down a bit. I'm not sure if it was his nimble fingers, or the fact that we were in the middle of a bookstore, but my body readied for flight in record time.

My left hand gripped the bookshelf, while my right tightened on the book I'd been perusing. Moans escaped and he continued to shush me while the orgasm took root. My knees buckled, and his other hand went around my waist to hold me in place while waves of pleasure racked my body.

He moved his magic fingers up to my waist and both hands held my body until it steadied enough for me to stand without his help.

Son of a bitch, I'd just had a raging orgasm in the middle of a major bookstore.
“Meet me outside,” he whispered.

Then he was gone as if he'd never been there and I had imagined the entire thing. For a second, I held on to the bookshelf, thanking the powers that be that I hadn't screamed out my release, or taken down the entire display when my legs gave way. My hand went to the thick chunk of gold around my neck. No, I hadn't imagined it.

As calmly as I could I made my way to the exit and stood panty-less in the cool early September night awaiting the man who no doubt had more in store for me.

With barely enough time to catch my breath, he was there beside me. I wanted to throw my arms around him, hug him, kiss him, and thank him for one of the most erotic experiences of my life. Instead, I stood there mute, and to be honest I can't remember the words he spoke. I only know we ended up walking toward my car and he sat in the passenger side. I leaned back and smiled at him, forgetting that he wasn't my date, but my Dom. His hand slid under my skirt and he quickly found my center.

"You're dripping.” The words were said with the pride of a man who knew what he was doing and enjoyed the task.

Once again his fingers made music with my body, only this time they plunged into me and flicked across my clit. “Spread your legs more."

I heeded his command and the intensity built. I looked out the window trying to see if anyone was walking by.

"Don't worry. I can see if anyone approaches."

I leaned back into the seat as he brought me once again to the precipice of nirvana. “That's it. You didn't believe I had the power to do this to you again and again, did you?"

"No,” I admitted honestly and then wondered if it would have been better to lie.

"No, what?"

"No,
Sir
,” I remembered as the flicking increased in pace. This time there was no holding back the sounds I made. I flew over the edge and my moans reverberated throughout the car. I twitched and spasmed and shook while one hand fiddled my pussy and the other released a breast from my shirt. His mouth came down on it and sucked. As my orgasm hit he bit down like an animal mauling prey. I yelled out and exploded into shards of pleasure.

When my breathing regulated I managed to center on the man who focused on me. “Feel my cock.” He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. My hand eagerly took possession of the tool I wanted buried inside me. “Suck it."

Without a thought, my head dropped down not caring if anyone did walk by. My only thought was surrounding his cock with my lips and sucking the life out of him.

It had been awhile since I'd given a blow job and I knew from our conversations that he liked it deep. More nervous than my first time, I eased my mouth as low as it would go on his penis without my gag reflex kicking in.

His hand gripped the back of my hair and he wound its length around his hand. He pushed my head down and his cock filled the back of my throat. He pulled up and pushed down and my nostrils flared as I tried to breathe and keep my throat relaxed. Shame flooded through me. How would I ever be able to please him?

"Get up, someone is coming."

I sat up and watched as a man entered a car close to us and started the engine. A few moments later it was gone and I expected to put my mouth back on his cock.

"Turn and pretend you're getting something out of the back seat."

Fear gripped me. Spanking was one of his things, not mine. And for the life of me I didn't think I would take to it well. I turned and placed both hands down on the back seat. His hand lifted my skirt and my naked ass was exposed. For a moment I hoped he was only going to look. His hand came down hard. The slap startled me and tingled. His hand came down on the other cheek, once again biting into my skin. At first the tingling felt good. He slapped one side and then the other, rubbing along the skin to soothe it after.

His hand came down again, this time harder. I cried out.

"I know that hurts,” he said, “but it's a good pain. Your pussy is smoking with heat.” He slid a finger inside me. “Look at that drip."

Then the hand started again, the slaps stinging more and more. Why didn't I try to move? Try to make it stop. Where was the light-hearted man from the week before? Then it dawned on me, this was
his
fantasy.

"You are tough, aren't you?” He sounded surprised, amazed that I hadn't tried to stop what he was doing.