She snorted at his words, and his head shot her way. The look he gave her, thrilled her and scared her at the same time. “Don’t push me on this, Chantal!”
How the hell was she pushing him, she had no clue. Dom sat down on the sofa in front of her, and Joey sat beside her and placed his arm along the back of the chair. “Since I can’t leave my own bloody lounge room, what do you want to talk about?” she grumbled.
This is so ridiculous!
How was she stuck here in the same room as Dom, listening to whatever he was going to say, when she could be in her warm soft bed, asleep. But no, she had to wake up and find him in her house, wanting to talk to her.
“Well?” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
Dom raised his eyebrow at her words. Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees. “One, watch your tone. Two, the reason I am here is about what you saw at the club tonight! And three, I want to discuss something else with you.”
Watch my tone! Sure, like that is going to happen!
Looking from Joey to Dom, she asked, “What about the club?”
“Do you know what kind of club it was?”
“Some BDSM club, Rose told me before I saw you,” she answered with a giggle. She really couldn’t help it. She had seen enough to last her a lifetime, with what she had seen last night.
“Yes, it is. But if you ever see Rose again, address her properly. Do you know what a BDSM club is?”
Chantal shrugged her shoulders. Dom looked over at Joey, as he did, Joey slid closer to her. That told her that she wasn’t going to like what he was about to tell her.
“Inquisition is a club for Doms, subs, Dommes, Switches, or anyone that is curious about BDSM. It is a safe place for all these people to enjoy a different kind of pleasure.”
“Ok,” she whispered.
“Do you know what all those are, what I just mentioned?”
“It’s not hard to guess what a sub and Dom are, the others I don’t know of, but I’m sure you’re going to explain it more to me.”
“Don’t be cocky with me, Chantal. You won’t like the consequences.”
“Excuse me? I’m being cocky? What about you, Dom? And what are the bloody....”
“Stop, Chantal!” he growled.
She shut up straight away and looked to her hands in her lap.
“Interesting.”
“See I told you, Dom.” Joey assured.
She disliked being spoken to like that. Her father had done it all her life, but she still never disrespected anyone who spoke to her in that manner. Well, she tried not to.
“A Domme is a female mistress, just like what a male Dom is. Most of them prefer to be called Mistress instead. A Switch is someone that goes between being either a Dom or sub, they can be both, but not at the same time.”
She understood that, but there was more to come, if the hairs on the back of her neck standing up were any indication.
“As you know by seeing me at the club, I am a Dom. I live by control and controlling others. Not in a bad way, it’s just in me.”
“How long have you been like this?” The way she asked, it sounded like he had a disease.
Rubbing his neck, he answered, “Since I was eighteen years old. I was too controlling in bed one night with a girl and scared her. I heard about a BDSM club and checked it out. Ever since then, I have perfected the control I have, but it is hard some days. ‘Specially being around you,” he mumbled the last part.
“So that Andrew guy is a Dom, too.”
“Yes, he is. A sick one at that.” he growled. “He wanted you, Chantal.”
“Well, I didn’t want him, Dominic. He scared the shit out of me,” she replied, and shivered at the thought of Andrew’s hands on her, again. “What does this all have to do with me?”
“This is the interesting part. At first I thought you were a switch, but now, you’re not that at all.”
She straightened up in her chair. “If I’m not that, what am I then?”
“Submissive.”
What! No, I am not!
She shot out of her seat so quick, that she nearly fell over. Dom moved so suddenly and wrapped his arms around her. She squirmed out of his arms. “That isn’t me.” She moved to leave the room, but Joey was standing there in her way. “Joey?”
He just shook his head.
“Yes it is, Chantal. Andrew saw it in you, and so do I, but you keep fighting it. Let it go, and I will catch you, baby,” Dom said as he pushed himself against her backside. She was shocked to feel how hard he was against her ass. Walking her towards her room, his hand slid up towards her breasts, pinching her nipples, as they moved through the door. Joey went to the seat in the corner and sat, as Dom sat her on her bed.
He kneeled down in front of her. “I need you to listen carefully, ok.” Nodding, she waited for him to continue.
“We will take this as slow as you want. Joey will be staying so you feel safe, I understand that you want him here, but you should never, ever, feel unsafe when we are together. I would never hurt you. I would rather hurt myself before I did that to you.” His hand slid up her leg, to the top of her thigh. “Since this is all new to you, I will explain a little bit now. How you will address me when we are in this room or mine is, ‘Sir’. The same applies if we were in a club, but that won’t be happening anytime soon. If I ask you a question, or you speak first, you answer with ‘Sir’. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
She looked at Joey, and he nodded towards her. “Yes, Sir.”
“Is there anything else you would like to know for now?”
Glancing between Joey and him, she asked, “Um, why me? Don’t you have willing subs at your beck and call?”
“I do. But I want you. I have wanted you from the first day I met you. You are nothing like the subs I know, and I know you will fight me on everything possible, which I like about you. I don’t want some sub that will do as I say at a drop of a hat. I want some fight from a sub, and you will do that exact thing.”
It was going to be hard to follow orders from someone other than herself. The thought of someone doing that scared her, but also sent a thrill through her.
She couldn’t believe that he wanted her, after all these years he had been holding himself back from her, with this. She had never called anyone that, but there was a first for everything. She couldn’t see herself being submissive, so that was a first, too.
“Next, you need a safe word.”
“Safe word?” she whispered, as Dom removed her gown. His eyes roamed over her body, and the same quiver from before was back.
A devilish grin appeared over his face. “You are so beautiful, Chantal.”
She blushed at his words. She wasn’t in the best shape. She had a little fat on her, on her hips, and her stomach. She had meat on her bones, as she was told by several men.
Standing beside her, he trailed his fingers down her arm and lingered near her belly. “Safe word, Chantal.”
Safe word. Safe word. I’m supposed to think of a safe word, when his hands are on me!
“Chantal!” His hand trailed further down her body, and drew circles on her hipbone.
“Um, firefly.”
He lightly slapped her over her clit, making her gasp out at the contact.
Shit!
“Firefly, Sir.”
******
S
miling down at her, Dom moved to the end of the bed and pulled her to the edge. “Use firefly if this gets too rough for you, or you’re unsure about anything. I will stop straight away. Now, this is only for you, we will work on the rest tomorrow.” Spreading her legs apart, he groaned at the site in front of him. His eyes darkened as he watched a fresh well of juices escape from between those soft, pink lips.
The urge to taste her from the source took over and he started to kiss his way up her thigh. A soft, muffled moan escaped from her, as he introduced his tongue to her leg, and then slowly finished the journey to her cleft. Moving closer, sliding his hands along the insides of her thighs, he spread them wider. He leaned back a little, basking in the wonderful view of her completely exposed pussy, before he moved forward, tongue extended, to drink from her.
Her body writhed as the tip of his tongue made its first tactile foray along her outer lips. Gently easing them apart, he licked up the full length of her sex, hovering over her clit, before retracing his steps to the base. Leaning further over, he slid his hands under her buttocks, grasping them hard and forcing her up, pushing his tongue deeper inside of her. Her moans grew stronger, and he licked more vigorously, drinking in her juices as fast as he could, holding firmly on her ass so the pressure never ceased. His tongue took one more circuitous pass around her pussy before he clamped his lips down on her fully erect and throbbing clit.
“Dom,” she moaned out. He glanced up her body, and although she said his name, her eyes were on Joey in the corner. He needed to change that. Joey was only going to be around for a short time.
Joey’s groans echoed his own, as Chantal’s back arched and a long moan erupted from the depths of her body and he clamps her ass even harder with his hands as she rides the wave of pleasure.
Levering himself off the ground, he looked fondly down at her body. Rivulets of perspiration beaded on her skin and her breathing came in short, desperate gasps. He could not help but smile as he gazed across her. His cock was throbbing painfully against his jeans. He undid the top button, and her eyes landed at the opening. Her tongue darted out, licking the bottom lip, as her eyes clouded further. Holding back a moan, he moved to her side. “Although I said that this was for you only, I need your mouth on me,” he groaned out.
Sitting up slightly and leaning back, he slid closer to the edge, holding his hard erection in his hands, stroking, watching her eyes follow his every movement. The sound of a zipper came from behind, and he knew exactly what Joey was doing. Dom rubbed the head of his cock against those lush lips of hers, and her mouth opened, a velvet purse to receive his endowment.
Her silken lips gliding down his shaft are only equalled in pleasure by her hot, wet tongue over the tip of him. “Sweetheart, I can’t be gentle, this isn’t going to last long.” She nodded up towards him, and he rammed his cock to the back of her throat; the pleasure of pushing his cock into her mouth had never been so intense. His hips started pumping and he couldn’t rein in how fast they were going.
Her mouth tightened around him, and her moans vibrated down the length of his shaft. The physical sensation coupled with the sheer sight of his cock being buried in her mouth excited him beyond belief and he knew he could not hold out much longer. The tension in her throat told him that she sensed it, too. He felt a cry building within him. The tension in his loins broke and his orgasm rose to meet it. They were both expelled from his body in a dizzying rush that buckled his knees and snapped his head back in ecstasy.
He heard Joey groan out his own release behind him as she removed her mouth from him, and lay back down, with the sexiest grin of her face. Fixing his pants up, he sat down beside her.
“Jesus, I love your mouth around my cock,” Dom whispered to her.
Her eyes flashed to the clock. “I need sleep, Dom,” she said as she rolled over and cuddled the extra pillow on her bed.
He looked over at Joey as he stood and moved closer to the bed, glancing between him and Chantal, unsure what to say or do.
“Joey, its fine, stay with her. That is what she wants.” Picking up his shirt from the floor, he pulled it on, and moved towards the door.
“Dom, you can’t leave, again. You didn’t see the look on her face when you did it last time. It killed her that you weren’t here when she woke up.”
He never stayed over when he spent the night with anyone. As he looked at her curled up on her side facing Joey, he knew he
wanted
to wake to her. She was the only one he thought of first thing in the morning when he woke
. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if I did it just this once.
He relented, and then both Joey and he removed their clothing and slid in on each side of her. He pulled the blanket up and covered her as much as he could. Dom situated himself on his side, and once comfortable, Chantal moved closer to him. He frowned at what she did, but Joey laughed.
Over Chantal’s still body, Joey whispered, “You’ve never stayed the night after, have you?”
Shaking his head, he couldn’t help but look down at her form. Though she faced Joey, her body was flush with his. He had no reason to stay after he spent a night with anyone, there was no point. The first and only time he had tried to stay the night, the girl got clingy. He hated that. Once he had collapsed on the bed after hours of sex, she wrapped her arms around him. He wasn’t used to it, and fled from her house as quickly as he could. Even all the girls he dated, he never once stayed over. Not even on the couch or a spare bedroom.
As he lay on his back, Chantal rolled over in her sleep and entwined hers legs with his. Joey started laughing again; the look on Dom’s face clearly displayed that he wasn’t used to anyone doing exactly what she had just done. His breathing grew heavy, with having her that close to him, and he wanted all of her.
Joey’s arm slid over the top of her and started pulling her away from him. Although he knew it was Joey, he didn’t like anyone touching what was his. “Don’t,” Dom growled.
Joey sat up slightly and raised his brow at him.
If he wanted to be with Chantal, he had to get used to
this
with her. “Leave her. I can deal with it, Joey.”
Nodding, Joey lay back down. Dom lifted his arm from under his head and wrapped it around her, pulling her closer into him. It felt right, being where he was, weird but right. He tightened his grip on her, but not too strong that he would wake her. He wanted to savour this night wrapped in each other, because soon she would know the whole truth about him, and there was never going to be a night like it ever again between them. He was still shocked that she didn’t throw him out of her home after he told her that he was a Dom.
But he knew deep down the next part he had to say to her would tear them apart. There were no ifs or buts about it, once she knew the truth she would never want to see or talk to him again. That is why he wasn’t going to tell her yet, or anytime soon. He wanted as much time with her as he could get, and if this was the way he had to do it, he was going to keep his secret to himself.