The Lonely Dominant (6 page)

"Did you miss me?" She traced her thumb across my bottom lip.

I like when she touches me.

"More than you can imagine." I walked us over to the bed. "Why aren't you in my room?"

She pushed the hair out of my eyes and smiled. "Was I supposed to be?"

"We don't have any rules during the week, but I'd rather hoped you'd be waiting for me when I got home." I tugged on her bottom lip with my teeth. "Unless you don't want to share my bed?"

I arched a brow at her, realizing she was well within her rights to deny me. I just hoped she wouldn't. My cock would also be very disappointed if she turned me away.

"I thought maybe you'd want some space." She shrugged. "You're used to living alone."

"Maybe I don't want to be alone anymore." I pulled her against my body, pressing my hard cock against her thigh. "I want you in my bed."

She leaned into my face and slowly kissed me. She unbuttoned my shirt and then quickly slipped it from my shoulders, kissing down my neck and chest.

"Alec."

"Yes, beautiful?"

"I don't think we're gonna make it to your bed." She smiled as she pulled my T-shirt up over my abs. I lifted my arms and let her remove it. She stopped to stare at my exposed chest before placing kisses down my neck and over my chest, slowly working her way down my stomach until she was on her knees and unbuckling my belt.

I was practically twitching in my pants, and I could feel through my boxers I was leaking for her. The thought of her mouth just inches from where I'd been hoping it would be for weeks drove me wild with need. I'd thought about her lips wrapped around my cock since the first day I met her, and now it seemed as if my deepest desire was coming true. Her hands trembled as she unbuttoned my pants and lowered the zipper. I reached for her wrists, causing her to look up at me.

"You don't have to do this tonight. We can wait until you're ready."

"I want to." She gave me a shy smile before looking down at the floor. "I want to be able to serve you this way."

Just hearing her say she wanted to serve me almost made me lose my jizz. I was like a teenager when I was with her. My body took over and
want
quickly became
need.

She placed her hands at the waistband of my pants and pulled them down, along with my boxers. My erection sprang free and was now eye level with her. I shivered as her warm breath tickled my balls.

She ran her palms up my thighs and then took the base of my cock in her hand.

She hesitated, and I knew it was because she'd never done this before, but she looked so determined.

I ran my fingers through her hair and gently massaged her scalp, coaxing her face closer to me. "Just do what feels right. You can stop whenever you want."

She nodded and then leaned forward, swirling her tongue around my tip. She did that a couple of times before taking me into her mouth and then moving her head back and forth.

Ah, fuck . . . she's a natural!

I tightened my hold on her hair and guided her lips over my shaft, but she didn't need my help. I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated on not losing my load so quickly. It didn't work. I felt my orgasm coming on fast, so I took her by her shoulders and pulled her up to me.

I could tell by the look on her face she was shocked.

"Did I do it wrong?" She had a horrified look in her eyes.

"Um, no." I kissed her lips. "I was about three seconds from coming in your mouth."

"But, isn't that what's supposed to happen?"

She's gonna be the death of me.

"Not tonight." I gently kissed her lips. She'd eventually bring me pleasure with her mouth, but that was an act better saved for our weekend play. Right now, I wanted inside that tight body of hers.

"I can think of a much better place for me to come." I reached for the waistband of her pants, quickly sliding them, along with her panties, down her legs as I dropped to my knees. She held onto my shoulders for support as she stepped out of them. I ran my hands up her legs and between her thighs, spreading them.

"Just a little taste." I leaned forward and flattened my tongue against her entrance, licking her slit a couple of times before standing up. She was the most delicious woman I'd ever tasted. "You have no idea."

She leaned forward and gave me a deep kiss, making sure to move her tongue against mine. My cock brushed against her hot, wet pussy and that was all I could take.

I picked her up and leaned her against the wall, sliding my hands under her ass as she wrapped her legs around my hips. I kissed her jaw, working my way down her neck, sucking and licking her heated skin. She was already panting as she frantically moved her soft hands over my shoulders and down my back.

I reached down between us, grabbing the base of my cock and sliding it over her entrance. She pushed against me, causing me to enter her faster than I intended.

"Alec," she said as she rocked into me.

"You're all I think about all day long." I grunted as I thrust into her, slamming her firm ass against the wall. "Do you have any idea how distracting that is?"

"Maybe I should come with you, then." She attacked my lips.

"Then I'd
really
get nothing done."

I continued to pound into her, but my legs were giving out, so I turned around and dropped her onto the bed, keeping her legs wrapped around my hips as I reentered her.

"Oh! Harder!"

I smiled, but swiftly gave her what she wanted. I grabbed her hips and relentlessly slammed into her toned body. I could feel her muscles starting to tense, so I dropped down on top of her and pressed my lips against hers. She writhed beneath me as she released. I moved my lips down her jaw and to her neck before letting go as fiercely as I thought I would, thrusting in a frantic manner the whole time.

The things this woman does to me.

I rolled onto my back and pulled her against me. Neither of us spoke for a few seconds as we tried to catch our breath. I ran my hand up and down her back in long, slow strokes as we continued to lay in silence. It occurred to me I really didn't give her the choice tonight, and that was probably wrong, since we weren't in our roles. This was the part of the relationship that could complicate things. How could we transition from weekend play to a normal couple?

Could we ever be a normal couple?

"You could have turned me down."

She sat up and stared at me. Her shirt was disheveled and her hair had that
just
fucked
look; she was the most stunning woman I'd ever seen.

"Why would I turn you down? Couldn't you tell I wanted to?" She quickly dropped her eyes.

"No!" I said, louder than I'd meant to. I modulated my tone.

"Look at me." I didn't want her reverting to her submissive role, not now. This was a hard enough situation to figure out as it was.

She slowly allowed her eyes to meet mine.

"I don't want you to think the only reason you're here is to pleasure me." I wanted her to know she meant more to me. "I just want you so much."

"I like feeling wanted. Please don't hold back." She looked so lost, as if I might reject her. I had much to learn about her.

I took her hand and smiled. "I guess this is going to take some getting used to on both our parts."

"I said I wanted to try this." She waved her hand back and forth, between us.

"Whatever
this
is."

I nodded. "But, we have to leave the lines of communication open, and not just on the weekends. If you have concerns, I need to hear them."

"There is one thing I'm concerned about."

"What is it?"

"Are we ever gonna make it to your bed?" She laughed, and I swore I'd never grow tired of hearing that sound.

"We can stay here for now." I pulled the covers back and motioned for her to get under. "I wanted to talk to you about a few things."

"Okay."

"I'm not sure how you're going to feel about this, but I opened a credit card for you," I said. "I want you to be able to buy whatever you need."

"That's not necessary. You've done enough for me."

"I haven't done much."

"You took me in," she said. "I would've had to leave school if not for you."

"I want you to have the credit card because I want you to leave the coffee shop." I hoped she wouldn't interpret that the wrong way, but I had my reasons.

"You want me to quit my job?"

Asking her to give up her job could be a touchy subject, because it represented the only independence she had, but she didn't make much money there, and since she was living here, she really didn't need to work.

"With our weekend arrangement, it really wouldn't work out," I said. "And, as your Dom, I'll take care of you."

"I don't want to be paid to be with you. It changes things."

"Do you think that's what I'd be doing? Paying you for sex?" I said, slightly annoyed she could think that.

Why couldn't she realize I wanted her here, and I was trying to make her life easier? She deserved that, after the death of her grandmother and the crap her mother put her through.

"N-no." Her body tensed against mine. "I appreciate everything you've done for me, but I need to work."

"I understand your thinking, but I want you to give this arrangement the full attention it deserves, and that can't be done if you're running off to work all weekend and then school all week. It's just for this semester, and then you'll be working for my company once you graduate."

She ran her hand through her hair and fidgeted under the covers. "You're a businessman, right?"

"I am," I said, wondering what she was about to suggest. "What are you thinking?"

"Can we compromise?" She looked up at me with those stunning green eyes, and I was determined to give her anything she wanted. She already had me wrapped around that little finger of hers, even if she didn't know it.

Some Dom I'm going to make!

"I suppose." I sighed, afraid of what I could be agreeing to. "What'd you have in mind?"

"How about I cut my hours back and work a couple of days during the week?"

she said. "Just after class? You don't get home until late, anyway. And I won't take any shifts on the weekends."

There were many women who'd have no problem accepting my money. I'd dated my fair share of gold diggers, and it would have been so easy for her to agree to what I was offering. She wasn't going to make that much money with so few hours, but I respected her decision and I admired what she was trying to tell me.

"I'll accept that compromise."

"You will?" She looked surprised.

"As long as you're here and ready to submit on the weekends."

"I will be."

"And, you have to use the credit card for necessities." I really didn't care what she used it for, but I wanted her to have whatever she wanted and I wanted to provide it for her.

"Only if it's necessary." She smiled. "Maybe some nicer things for when we're together."

"I prefer you naked." I laughed. "But, whatever makes you happy."

I pulled her face to mine, then slowly kissed her lips. She reached up and ran her fingers through my hair, allowing her body to relax against mine. I liked the way she felt, curled up against me. I hadn't felt this kind of a connection in a very long time.

During Clara's first week back to school after the winter break, I had been away for the past three days. I saw my driver and car as I walked out of the terminal. I couldn't wait to get home to Clara. She'd been with me for a month and things were moving rather smoothly, but I was traveling quite a bit during the week, and most of our intimate time occurred during the weekends. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it meant we were more in a Dominant/submissive relationship when it came to sex.

She was still relatively quiet around me and tried to stay out of my way when I was home during the week. I'd hoped that would've changed by now. We still spent the evenings together during the week, when I could break away, but since I had been out of town most of January, it was difficult to get to know one another on a more personal level.

I climbed into the back seat of the car and put up the glass divider. I'd been doing a lot of thinking about my arrangement with Clara, and I realized I wanted to call my old colleague and friend James. He was the one who introduced me to this lifestyle a few years ago. He was a hardcore Dom and was the
go to
person when anyone in the local community needed a referral. Since I was never looking to do this full time, he would hook me up with subs who only wanted to play occasionally. He'd always found me the perfect match, but often pushed me to explore other options. He felt I would never be fully satisfied until I had a permanent submissive. I never agreed with him—

until I met Clara.

"James," I said when he answered. "It's Alec Carter."

"Alec," he said, and I could almost see his wide grin spreading across his face. He was a hard-ass Dom, but he was generous to a fault. "I haven't heard from you in a while. How are things?"

"Good, my company is doing well."

"I heard you managed to secure that overseas deal. Very impressive. Your father must be so proud."

"He is," I said. "He even managed to tell me, too." Singing my praises was not an easy task for my father, so I knew he was very pleased with my accomplishment. "The merger keeps me extremely busy. I just flew back into town, as a matter of fact."

"Are you looking to relieve some of that stress? Maybe I could send someone your way?"

"Actually, I've found someone on my own, and I want some advice."

"Really? Where did you find a sub?" He sounded surprised.

"She kind of fell into my lap." I laughed, because it was true. I hadn't expected Clara to come into my life. She was a total surprise.

"I see," he said. "Is she an experienced sub?"

"No, we're sort of training together. But, she's awfully eager to learn."

"What's the problem? It sounds mutually beneficial."

"Well, it's a unique situation. I figured since you married your sub, you might be able to help me."