My Dates With The Dom (7 page)

My heart soared. If things were going well with his infant, he'd have no reason to want to hear from me. More than likely she'd dumped him and he wanted me back. My heart pounded. He wanted me back.

But did I want him? Of course I did, but could I take him back knowing he loved someone else? I had to talk to him. My hands shook as I made the call. No answer. I left a short message and he called me back a few minutes later. I had to know the truth so I asked point blank. Yes, he loved her, but had given up on her long ago. No, he hadn't slept with her since we'd been apart.

I didn't believe that second one, but as long as they were over and he wanted me back, I was happy. Well, I wouldn't run straight to happy. I didn't actually ever think I'd know happiness again. But having him back was all that mattered.

"I need to fuck you. I can't wait until Friday. Are you very busy?"

"I can be there in twenty minutes, Sir."

"The door will be open."

He hung up and I ran to the closet to change my clothes. I dressed quickly and headed out the door like the place was on fire. The smart me kept asking if my IQ had dropped. When had I suddenly become stupid? My heart shut out the sounds of my head. There was joy in forgiveness. And surely he'd show remorse for his sins.

Any thoughts I might have had about a balance of power were quickly forgotten. The second I was in his presence he reminded me of the power play between us and the reason I liked it. We never even made it to the bedroom. He took me on the floor where he found me. Starved for each other, we didn't begin by dissecting what had happened. As a matter of fact, we didn't even speak. He just ground me into the carpet, first fucking me hard and fast, and then repeating the process in a more leisurely manner. When we'd used up every spec of physical energy we could muster, and basked, limbs entangled in the afterglow, for an undetermined amount of time, the ability to formulate speech reappeared.

"What are you doing for Thanksgiving?” he murmured in my ear.

I stretched and yawned, my groggy voice not much more than a whisper. “Not much. The girls are coming on Sunday. We're going out to dinner to celebrate then."

"Let's get together on Thursday then. We can have dinner here together and make it an interesting Thanksgiving."

I grinned at him. For the first time in weeks, I felt like I had a reason to give thanks. I didn't stay long but it didn't matter. I'd be seeing him in a few days and we'd be spending the entire day together. Not only that, but at some point we'd be eating Thanksgiving dinner. How normal would it be?

I'd told my kids I was spending it with friends from school. I'd really just planned on being by myself and I wasn't looking forward to it. I could have intruded into someone else's holiday, but just wasn't into it. I wondered now if Michael had planned on being with her and invited me so he wouldn't have to be alone. I had to stay away from the thought of
her
. We'd be together and that was all that mattered. Her loss, my gain. Still I wondered about his family and why he wasn't spending the holiday with them.

Since it was only a few days away, the time passed more quickly than I anticipated. Thanksgiving morning I woke more excited than I'd been for any other. Michael had called the night before and said he'd be picking me up at noon. “Dress like you're going to a nice restaurant,” he'd said and I wondered if that was what we were going to do. The only times we'd been out in public had to do with the sexual fantasies so they didn't really count the way I wanted them to. The closest experience to a normal relationship was the dinner we had at his house. Going out to a restaurant with him would be as datish as dates go. And I wanted it bad. As much as I hated to admit it, I wanted him to be more than just my Dom.

When he arrived all thoughts of a relationship escaped me. He had on a chocolate brown pin-striped suit, a yellow shirt, and a brown and yellow tie. I wanted to push him against the wall and fuck him right there. I'd seen my ex-husband in a million expensive suits and never had the reaction to him that I had to Michael. He wore suits like an aphrodisiac, like they were designed specifically for him to entice.

My own outfit, a black skirt and blazer that I'd accessorized with a pink silk blouse, although bought last year, was classic in style and the last expensive outfit I'd bought. I didn't look like a sexy submissive, but instead the classy woman I'd always been. We drove in the opposite direction of his house, and I fidgeted in my seat the entire way. At one point I asked him directly where we were going and he just smirked and didn't answer. So Michael.

Almost a half hour later we arrived at the country club. This one was much nicer than the one I had belonged to with my ex-husband. There was some serious money here and I understood why he had asked me to dress the way he did. We were directed to a small table directly in front of the fireplace and we sat facing it rather than back toward the rest of the room.

"Stop looking at me like that,” he whispered.

I wasn't sure what he meant. Stop looking at him adoringly? Like I loved him? With the shit eating grin? Or like I wanted to eat him up? Maybe all of the above.
Behave yourself. You're on his turf. Don't embarrass him.

The waiter came over and Michael ordered a bottle of white wine while we looked at the menu. “Don't get the Thanksgiving special,” he said. “I ordered a small turkey to take home for later. You might as well have something different now."

He ordered rack of lamb and I ordered prime rib. Savory beef tender enough to be cut with a fork melted in my mouth, but delicious didn't just describe the meal. As much as the delectable dishes delighted my palate, my other senses heightened in a sizzling type of foreplay.

Almost two hours later the meal finally came to an end. How he expected that we'd want to eat anything later, I couldn't even fathom. If there occurred a moment in time when I'd been happier with a man, I couldn't recall it. Conversation was light and jovial all the way back to Michael's house.

We arrived there a little after three. Michael took me to the master bathroom and gave me a toothbrush. “Take a long hot bath, rest. I'll be back in one hour. Be naked.” He handed me my gold collar. “Don't forget this."

I had more time than I needed and the waiting was making me crazy. Desire grabbed hold and enveloped. He knocked on the door and it surprised me. It was his room and he was the master. “Miss Victoria, are you ready to amuse your master?"

Ready? I'd been thinking of nothing else for the last hour. “Yes, Sir.” He opened the door and stood there in brown silk boxers and a matching robe. Oh yeah, show time.

He looked at me on the bed, walked over to me, and tugged at my hand to help me up. “Put your shoes and stockings on. I want to watch."

I slid on my thigh highs and eased into my pumps. He nodded and I followed him as he left the room. We walked down the hall into another bedroom. He lifted a tie from the bed and tied it around my eyes as soon as we entered so I didn't have enough time to get a good look around and see what else was in store for me.

"Can you see anything?"

"No, Sir."

He lifted my left hand and tied a rope around my wrist. He extended it outward and secured it to something, I couldn't tell what. Before I could think or protest, he did the same with my right. My arms were extended, level with my shoulders and I couldn't move more than a few inches. At the same time I couldn't see.

It didn't matter that he wasn't physically touching me yet, his proximity sent shivers down my spine. He leaned closer and I could feel his breath on my ear. I knew what was coming but the waiting made it that much more intense. When I didn't think I could wait another second for him he held my head while his tongue plundered my ear and the length of my neck before he stepped back.

When he leaned in again, his mouth latched on to my breast, tugging on the nipple. The shock of it when nothing else was touching, no hands, no other body parts, shook me to the core. He tantalized one breast and then the other in total isolation so that all sensation rested on the part being sucked. My wet nipples adjusted to the cool air as they mourned the loss of his talented mouth. I knew where else I'd like that mouth. Instead, the tip of his finger hooked just under my clit at the top of my entrance. He tugged upward.

"Nice and wet for me."

They were his only words before he stepped back and walked away from me. I heard the creak of a drawer and a few moments later a package opening. He dipped a skinny little something inside me, swirled it around, and then when it was nice and wet, inserted it into my anus. It was as thin as a finger and not much longer but when he turned it on the little vibe stimulated.

He slid it out and rested it between the cheeks of my ass. “Clench."

I did and it held the vibe in place.

"Don't let it drop or you'll get punished. I'll be right back. I left something in the other room."

I wanted to protest, both his leaving and the task I was given. What if I couldn't hold it in place? What if it fell to the floor? What would the punishment be? I didn't really matter. The biggest punishment would be displeasing him. The vibe slid a bit and I clenched harder. What the hell was taking him so long? I couldn't have been more than a few minutes, but sweat had begun to break on my brow. I couldn't hold it much longer and I was afraid I'd break down in tears if I dropped the damn vibe. If it dropped it wouldn't be like the slip with the Ben Wa Balls, he'd given me a direct order this time.

The sound of his footsteps coming closer was the sweetest sound I had ever heard. I clenched harder and his hand reached for the vibe and he reinserted it into my anus. I relaxed and the vibe soothed. If the butt vibe had the light sound of an insect close by, the magic bullet sounded like a power tool. The tip of it went straight to my clit. He turned the volume down low so it was a dull throb.

It would take longer this way, but that's obviously what he wanted, to keep me on the brink for as long as possible. My body twitched and my legs shook. My arms tugged at the rope but could not move. Waves of orgasm flooded over me and the sounds I made echoed in my ears.

"Round one,” he said as he took both vibes away from my body.

I couldn't speak. As my breathing regulated I thought of that one statement. I would enjoy the orgasms to come, but they'd come at a price. This was meant to break me. He'd make me come until I couldn't handle any more, until he owned me completely.

He gave me a few moments to compose myself before the soft touch of his fingers floated over my body. Feather light, they barely touched me, just enough to send my body into acute awareness. The featherlike sensations settled on my nipples and then between my legs until they buckled with round two.

By the time his tongue began its exploration in the third round my arms ached and I needed a release of a different kind. As I climaxed this time I begged him to untie my binds, to rest the ache in my arms, and to hopefully switch the pleasure to him.

The second my wrists were free I rubbed my arms to get the circulation moving in them. The blindfold slid down as he untied it and the bright light hurt my eyes.

"On your knees."

I dropped down in front of him and greedily sucked his cock into my mouth. I licked and sucked like a starving woman at a buffet. There had been a time in my life where oral sex had been more of a chore than a pleasure. Not the case with Michael. I worshipped his cock. I loved the texture and taste of it. I wanted to stroke it, kiss it, ride it, and pleasure it any way possible. Bringing Michael to orgasm also empowered me. But at the moment, he denied me the power I sought.

When he was close to orgasm he pushed away from me. “How'd you get the bruise on your breast?"

Shit.
I'd covered the bruise with makeup so he wouldn't notice. The bath must have washed it away. Not able to face him, I looked down. Talk about a sign of guilt.

"So much for thinking you were pining away."

"I
was
pining. I was heartsick without you and lonely. So lonely.” I touched his arm and he pulled away.

"Right, that's why it took you less than three weeks to sleep with someone else."

I shook my head. How would I ever get him to believe the truth? “That's not what happened. I never slept with anyone else. I had one date and he grabbed me, over my clothes no less. I can't help it if I bruise easily. And how can you act so high and mighty when you were fucking the teeny bopper?"

"I
didn't
fuck her. If you'd called you would have figured that out, but your pride got in the way."

"My pride? You told me to leave. I can't compete with a girl half my age.” Tears welled in my eyes and I turned from him so he wouldn't witness them.

"There was no competition.” I don't know if it was the words themselves or his raised voice that made me turn back to face him. When he had my complete attention he lowered his volume and continued. “I haven't even seen her. She's sick. She might be dying, but I can't trust a word she says."

"You want me to believe that you haven't slept with her? That you haven't even seen her?” Did he take me for a fool? Couldn't he remember my faithless ex had divorced me for a younger woman?

"I wouldn't touch Jaime with a ten foot pole."

So she had a name now. Not just ‘Me.’ Jaime. A young name. That tidbit somehow made being Victoria so much worse. I shook my head. “I could tell by the way you said ‘it's her’ that night that you love her."

"Yes. In some bizarre way I still do love her, but I gave up on her long ago. I was blind."

The only part that stuck with me was that he still loved her. And I knew what that meant. If he still loved her, he couldn't love me. My heart broke again. This time into a million pieces. Why did I have to love him? We'd be so perfect for each other if love didn't get in the way.

"Was she untrainable?"

"I don't understand.” He looked at me like I had two heads.

A sickening feeling washed over me and I was afraid for the conversation to go on. “She wasn't a trainable sub?” I knew the answer, but had to ask the question anyway. “How would you describe your relationship with her?” I took a deep breath to gear up for the blow to come.