The Lonely Dominant (5 page)

"You can handle this. Take a deep breath for me." She did as I asked and then I slowly pushed myself inside her warmth.

She let out her breath and arched her back, raising herself to me. She was so very tight, and I was afraid I wasn't going to fit. I pushed farther as she clenched around me.

I stared into her eyes. "You're perfect."

I felt like I had been waiting my entire life for this one moment. She was what I'd been searching for.

She raised her other leg, then wrapped it around my other hip as she rocked her lower body against me. The slight movement caused me to slide all the way into her warm, moist pussy.

"Ah, fuck! You're so tight." I moved at a faster pace. I'd done a lot of talking about control, but the little vixen was going to make me lose my load faster than I ever had before. I couldn't let that happen. Not before she let go completely.

She squeezed her eyes shut and threw her head to the side.

"No." I grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her to look at me. "I want your eyes open. I want you to look at me."

She seemed shocked at first, but then she snapped out of it and stared right into my eyes, never looking away. She was meeting me thrust for thrust, and then I became so lost in the feeling of her body pulsating against mine that I just let instinct take over. I gripped her hips and pulled her up into my lap as I sat back and balanced on my calves.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned into my lips, but she stopped, waiting for me to grant her permission.

"You may kiss me," I said. "And you can vocalize what you're feeling. I want to hear you scream."

She pressed her lips to mine and spoke against my mouth. "You feel so good. I never knew it could feel this way."

I reached down between us and moved my finger along her lower lips, roughly rubbing her swollen clit. "This is just the beginning of the pleasure I'm going to bring you."

"God!" She exploded around me. She grabbed onto my shoulders as her body shuddered against mine.

I ran my fingers through her hair and tilted her head back, indulging in her neck.

As I moved deep within her, I licked and sucked on her delicate skin, leaving behind small red marks as I grazed my teeth against her. It didn't take long for my own orgasm to take hold, and before I knew it, I was shooting long and hard into her receptive body.

I continued to rub my body against her warm skin, and for a few seconds, I forgot we were in the middle of a scene.

That had to be, by far, the most intense release I'd ever experienced. I felt as if I had no control over what I was doing. I was so absorbed in Clara that I let go completely. I wanted to be close to her, and feel connected to her in every possible way.

That had never occurred, during sex, for me. It always had been about the physical sense, never about an emotional need. I dropped my guard and for once, I let myself feel. That was entirely out of character for me, but I found I liked relinquishing the control. I still wanted to dominate her, but I also wanted to love her.
Can I do both?

I collapsed onto my back, taking her with me. She rested on my chest. Our breathing was erratic, and our bodies were stuck together by a thin layer of sweat. I was overwhelmed by my newest revelation. Where were these feelings coming from? I knew, going into this arrangement, she'd mean more to me than anyone else ever had, but to actually feel this kind of pull after one sexual encounter?
That can't be.
Perhaps I was over-thinking this? We'd had really great sex, and I was just confused.

I must have pondered my new feelings a bit longer than I'd realized because when I looked down at Clara, her breathing had slowed, and she was drifting off. I gently shook her, causing her to jolt up into a seated position.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I was just so relaxed that I—" She stopped when she realized she was speaking without being asked a question. She ran her fingers through her hair as she often did when she was nervous, and waited for me to put her out of her misery.

"I was just going to ask if you were okay." I smiled, trying to keep her relaxed in my presence.

"Yes, I'm more than okay, sir." She smiled back.

"Are you tired?"

"A little bit."

"Why don't you get some sleep?"

"If that's what you would like me to do, sir."

Fuck!
She's making me hard already
. She wasn't going to take long to step into the role of a perfect submissive.
My submissive.

"You may sleep."

"Thank you." She got up from the bed.

I quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her back down. "Where do you think you're going?"

She looked confused. "I didn't think that I was to share your bed."

She was right. In my previous experiences, my subs didn't share my bed, but there was nothing conventional about our relationship, and quite frankly, I wanted her here with me all night. Since I was the Dom, we'd be doing it my way.

"You are to share my bed on the weekends unless I state otherwise. During the week, it will be entirely up to you where you choose to sleep. Do you understand?" I hoped she'd choose to sleep with me every night of the week, but I didn't want to influence her decision. She needed to have her own space.

"Whatever pleases you, sir." She smiled as she cuddled into my chest.

I stroked her hair, and before long she was drifting off again. I was relieved she felt so comfortable with me. I pulled the blanket up over us and closed my eyes. I was keyed up over our encounter, but having her curled into my side had a calming effect on me, one I hadn't felt in a very long time.

I usually worked all day and then came home and did paperwork well into the night. I required only a few hours' sleep, but for the first time in years I was content to go to bed before nine.
What other firsts does this girl have in store for me?

I fell into a deep slumber, and slept straight through until five the next morning.

I opened my eyes and briefly thought about where I was. Of course I was in my own bed, but it somehow felt different. I glanced down at her; she was still pressed up against me. I don't think she moved all night. She was amazingly beautiful. She looked so peaceful, and I smiled when I remembered how well last night had gone. She tried so hard to please me, but she was nervous. She'd learn to overcome her apprehensions once she found her confidence.

The blanket had fallen below her waist, revealing her perfect breasts to me. I remembered how I hadn't spent as much time ravishing those tits as I would've liked to, but today was a whole new day. It was early, but she had been asleep for over eight hours, and I wanted to play. It had been months since I woke up with a gorgeous woman in my bed, and right now my cock wasn't letting me forget it.

I tenderly shook her, but she didn't budge. I had to smile, but my dick was in the driver's seat now.

"Clara." I gently prodded. "Wake up, beautiful girl."

She tried to cuddle deeper into my side as she let out a small sigh. This would've been cute, had my body not had other ideas.

"Clara." I spoke a little louder. "Get up."

She opened her eyes, then focused on me. She was perplexed, but quickly sat up.

She opened her mouth to speak, but I pressed my fingers against her lips. The need to be inside of her was consuming me and I didn't feel like talking.

"Turn around and get on all fours."

"What?" she said, clearly still confused.

"Unless you want me to take out the leather strap we talked about, turn around and get up on all fours."

I saw the realization cross her sleepy face, and then she quickly did as I asked.

Exquisite.

I moved behind her and grabbed her hip with one hand as I reached around to spread her lower lips with my fingers. I groaned when I felt she was already dripping for me. I pulled her up with the hand that was on her hip and pressed her back against my chest.

"You dirty little girl." I kissed her neck. "It doesn't take you long."

"Hmm . . . ."

"Tell me what you want."

"Take me."

"How?" I wanted her to vocalize what she was feeling, and this would help me learn what she liked. What her body needed. "Be specific."

"Fast and hard, sir," she said. "Now, please."

She didn't have to ask twice. I was buried deep within her before she had time to prepare. Her body jerked forward, but I kept my arm wrapped tightly around her chest as I pounded into her. She was even tighter in this position, if that were possible.

"Is this what you wanted, my sweet girl?" I knew exactly what I wanted. "Fuck, you feel so amazing."

I continued to push into her, but my own need was taking over, so I slowed my pace, pulling all the way out and then gradually slipping back in, making sure each time she felt every inch of me. Before long, I felt that familiar ache deep inside my abdomen. I was about ready to explode when my balls began to tighten.
So close.
I wouldn't go unless I took her with me. I reached around, slipped my fingers inside her dripping pussy and moved them along her folds.

She let out a long, sexy breath.

"Come for me." I licked her ear, then sucked her lobe in to my mouth, biting down gently. "Let go for me."

"Yes, sir. Oh, I'm going to . . . now!"

I felt her muscles clench around my engorged cock, and then she erupted all around me. Moments later, I shot my stream deep within her core. I would never tire of releasing inside her. I could hardly wait to shoot down her throat.
Patience, Alec.
All good things come to those who wait, I kept telling myself.

She collapsed onto her stomach as she tried to catch her breath.

"Are you okay?"

"Better than okay, sir," she said, just as she had responded the night before.

I remained on my knees and rubbed her back, enjoying the view of her perfect, little ass. Her back muscles were so rigid.

"You hold all of your tension here," I said as I squeezed her shoulders. "So much stress for such a young girl to carry." She didn't respond, but I could tell she was enjoying her massage as her body sank deeper into the mattress, and her muscles began to loosen.

"You did so well last night." I lowered my lips to her back and moved them up and down her spine.

She sighed out loud and I smiled against her flesh. I was pleased at how comfortable she was with me, so I took the opportunity to discuss last night with her.

"You may speak freely, now." I continued to rub her shoulders. "Was last night what you expected?"

"Yes," she said. "I was really nervous, but you made me feel secure and wanted."

"You are wanted." I wanted her on every possible level.

"I was worried I'd disappoint you."

I dropped down next to her, propping myself on my elbow as I continued to stroke her back.

"Clara," I said, "there will be times when you'll make mistakes and do things I don't want, but you're learning. My job is to help you in this journey. As long as I know you're truly trying to please me, as you did last night, you will never be a disappointment."

She turned and smiled at me. I could almost feel the pride pouring from her. I gently kissed her lips.

"Thank you for submitting to me."

"Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of submitting to you." She smiled shyly.

"Sir."

Yes, she is going to do just fine.

Our first weekend was pretty successful. I couldn't have been more pleased at how compatible we were. I was also happy with how quickly we stepped out of our sexual roles once Sunday afternoon rolled around. I thought there might be an adjustment period, maybe we'd feel awkward, but that wasn't the case. We enjoyed dinner together and Clara joined me in my bed. We didn't have sex, although I had some difficulty keeping my hands off her. I needed to show her physical contact wasn't the only thing I wanted from her.

I had to work late on Monday, finalizing the overseas merger, and since I had been too busy to even log on to my laptop over the weekend, I had a pile of work waiting for me on my desk. To say I was distracted throughout the day was an understatement. I couldn't stop thinking about her and the things we had shared over the past few days.

When I finally arrived home fourteen hours later, I headed up to my room, but I was quickly disappointed when I found my bed empty. I loosened my tie and placed my jacket over the chair by the window, briefly gazing out to the backyard.

Why isn't she in my room?

I thought back and remembered I told her I wanted her to share my bed on the weekends, but I hadn't told her where I wanted her during the week. But, she had stayed with me all night last night and we weren't acting out a scene. We didn't even have sex.

Perhaps she needed her space? Maybe our weekend time had been too overwhelming for her and she didn't want to be with me tonight. That was reasonable.

This was a learning process for both of us. We hardly knew one another, and we weren't in a romantic relationship, so why would I expect her to want to be with me every night of the week?

I expected it because I wanted it, and after thinking about her all day, I was going to get what I wanted. I headed down the hall and gently knocked on her door. I heard her footsteps as she walked across the hardwood floor to the door. She quickly opened it and smiled when she saw me.

I was so lost in her eyes I almost forgot what I was doing there in the first place. I glanced down and noticed she was ready for bed. She was wearing flannel pajama bottoms that hung dangerously low, off her hips, and a tight, light, gray tank top. And, from what I could see, she wasn't wearing a bra. There was nothing particularly sexy about the attire except maybe her nipples pushing against the thin material of the top, but she somehow made it look hot. She was perfect.

"Hey." She smiled. "Long day?"

"Can I come in?"

She nodded as she pushed the door open. I followed her into the room, but I couldn't wait any longer to touch her. I grabbed her by her waist and pulled her toward me. When I covered her mouth with mine, she quickly deepened the kiss as I ran my hands up the sides of her body.