The Lonely Dominant (7 page)

"Are you in love with this girl?"

"No, but she does live in my house." I smiled when I thought about seeing her in a few minutes. "And, I do have romantic feelings for her, but I've never experienced that with the others."

"She's living in your house? Are you attempting a 24/7 arrangement?" I could hear the skepticism in his voice. "Because I don't think that's very wise for someone as new as you are to this lifestyle, and if she's a first time sub, it could be disastrous.

You've only dabbled, barely scratched the surface."

"I know all of this, but like I said, it's a unique set-up. We play only on weekends.

I've explained to her how everything works, but she's young and I'm afraid this could be too much for her."

"She's over the age of consent?"

"Of course! I wouldn't move an underage girl into my home."

"I know," he said. "I had to ask. Look, if she's consenting, then she wants to do this with you, so I'm guessing that isn't the issue."

"It's not," I said. "I just wonder if we can do the weekend scene while attempting something else during the week. How did you and your wife transition?"

"Marlena and I were already a Dom and a sub when we fell in love, and we were together for two years before we decided to date."

"I understand, but you're still her Dom, right?" I needed to know it was possible to switch from Dom to boyfriend. "How can you be her husband, too?"

"It takes a lot of work," he said. "But, if two people understand what is required of them when they're in their roles, it can work, especially if they care deeply for one another. It takes much reassurance on the Dom's part. The sub must first feel satisfied and fulfilled in that lifestyle before she can fully trust you'll be the right man for her outside the playroom."

"We don't know each other that well, but I don't think I can simply dominate her.

That doesn't feel like enough for me. I want more than sex."

"I understand. I suggest you take it slow, and see how your relationships, both of them, progress. Set boundaries and stick to them. You can't confuse her by trying to dominate her throughout the week unless you two agree on that. And, when you are her Dom, you can't go easy on her because you like her. If she wants to submit to you, then you can't fail her."

"I'm trying, but it's all so new." I said. "I want to dominate her, and explore, and experiment. She's so willing to please me and that drives me wild."

"I knew you were meant to be a Dom, from the first time I met you," he said.

"That's why I invited you to my home for that informal get-together."

"I remember." I laughed. "I had no idea there were people out there who had the same desires I had."

"I think you should try this," he said. "And, if you're up to it, I'd like to mentor you. It'll be good for you to have someone to talk to about the different aspects of this lifestyle."

"I've been doing tons of research but it might be nice to get your take on role-playing, punishment, and certain toys."

"The Internet will get you only so far. I can share some personal experiences with you. It's important to have a person who has been there and done that, especially when you're uncertain, because if you're unsure, you can't be in control, and your sub will pick up on that."

"I'd appreciate your help," I said.

"When your sub is a little more comfortable in her role, we can introduce her to Marlena. I find that subs need support as well, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, I suppose that does make sense."

"Very good," he said. "Why don't you call me once a week to check in? We can discuss your weekends and any concerns you have. Perhaps I can help you put together your scenes?"

"Thank you," I said. "I think that'll help."

"You'll be just fine," he said. "You're a natural."

I smiled as the car pulled into the driveway, because I was anxious to see her. I felt better after speaking to James, knowing I'd have someone to guide me through my journey. I wasn't sure where my relationship with Clara was headed, but everything was new, for both of us. I knew unions in this lifestyle were a delicate issue, and I needed to make sure I didn't do anything to hurt her. Being a sub put her in a vulnerable position, both mentally and physically, and I wanted her to trust me, but if she was going to trust me, I sure as hell needed to know what the fuck I was doing.

I entered the foyer and dropped my bags by the staircase, looking around as I walked through the hall to the living room. I slipped my jacket off and poured myself a scotch, wondering where she was the entire time.

I didn't expect her to greet me on a weeknight, but I wanted to see her. I had kind of hoped she'd missed me just a little bit. I was starting to think we weren't meant to be anything more than a Dom and a sub. Not that that situation wouldn't be gratifying in several ways, but I was searching for something more.

I walked into my bedroom just as Clara was coming out of my bathroom. I saw the steam billow out of the room behind her, and could smell the fresh soap coming from her skin. She was wearing a black silk pajama set and had managed to button only the first three buttons. I could see the smooth skin of her stomach where the shirt was left undone. It looked as if she had taken me up on my offer to use the credit card and buy some new clothes.

"Alec!" she said. "You scared me."

"I live here." I smiled as I sipped my drink, never taking my eyes away from hers.

It didn't take her long to get me under her spell.

"You're early." She took the brush from the dresser and quickly brushed her wet, tangled hair. I was finding I liked having her things scattered around my bedroom. I'd always been so meticulous and neat. She wasn't nearly as tidy as I was, but surprisingly, her little flaw didn't bother me.

"I was trying to be ready before you got home." She continued to brush her hair.

So, she
was
going to greet me.

"I caught an earlier flight."

"Did you have a good trip?"

"I would rather have been here." I walked over to her, placing my drink on the dresser and holding out my hand for the brush.

She smiled, and then kissed my cheek before handing it to me.

I moved behind her and began running the brush through her damp hair as I stared at her in the mirror.

"You smell really good." I moved closer to her to run my lips along her neck. She closed her eyes and leaned back against my shoulder.

"Is this new?" I traced my fingers down the silken sleeve that covered her arm.

"Yes," she said. "I hope it was okay. I picked up only a few items I needed, and I put gas in the car."

"You don't have to explain every purchase," I said. "I gave you the card to do whatever you wanted with it."

"I know, but I don't want you to think I'm being frivolous," she said as she looked away from my eyes in the mirror.

She had a hard time accepting my money, and I realized it was even harder for her to get used to having better things. She didn't come from much. The house and my way of life were overwhelming for her. She barely let me take her to dinner; I could see she was uncomfortable eating in the restaurants I chose. She was always much more content spending the evening at home. I didn't care where we were, as long as we were together.

"Is the car okay?" A brand new Mustang sat in the garage; I hardly ever used the car. Most of the time I was driven to and from the airport, and when I drove into the office, I usually took the SUV.

"It's really nice," she said. "Thanks for letting me borrow it."

"Well, how else would you get to school?" I laughed.

"The bus," she said, and she was serious.

"A bus? You'd have to walk two miles just to catch one," I said. "And, I don't think it would take you to the campus."

"Well, it is kinda nice pulling up in that particular car." She giggled, and I smiled at the sound of her melodic laugh. I liked hearing her laughter and didn't think she did it nearly enough. I'd have to find a way to change that.

"I had a feeling you'd like it."

She turned to face me and began playing with the knot in my tie. "Can I?" she asked, but I could see her apprehension. It wasn't the weekend, but because of my schedule we rarely had the opportunity to be together during the week, and she didn't know how to continue.

I nodded.

She moved closer. I could smell the scent of the shampoo that lingered in her hair. I pressed my lips against the top of her head as she undid my tie and then the first two buttons of my shirt. She looked up at me, silently seeking permission.

This time I shook my head, but I should've realized she was going to interpret it the wrong way.

She immediately removed her hands and stepped back, reverting into my submissive.

I caught her wrists in my hands and said, "We haven't properly kissed hello."

Her lips curled into that crooked smile when she realized I wasn't rejecting her advances. I actually liked her taking the lead. It showed me she didn't always have to play the obedient role, and that could only help us move further in this relationship.

I pulled her to me and gently brushed my lips against hers. I closed my eyes, and slipped my tongue between her lips, seeking access to her luscious mouth. She sighed and then parted them for me. I quickly deepened the kiss as she continued removing my shirt. She slipped her hands over my shoulder and pushed the shirt to the floor, tugging on my undershirt next. I lifted my hands so that she could pull it over my head.

Once she had it off, I pulled her body closer to mine as we continued to kiss. I ran my hands up and down her sides, then found the exposed skin of her stomach before moving my fingers to the waistband of her pajamas.

"I missed your hands on my body," she said.

Everything about her was soft; her lips, the thin material of her clothes, and her flawless skin. I couldn't tell where the silk of her pajamas ended and where she began.

As I removed her bottoms, I brushed my thumb over her entrance and groaned when I noticed she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Naughty girl." I smiled. "Were you waiting for me?"

"I slept on your side of the bed." She unbuckled my belt. "Naked."

"Fuck! What else did you do on my side of the bed?"

"I pretended we were together," she said. "I got pretty lonely without you."

I stepped out of my pants and boxers, pulling her over to the bed. The thought of her pleasuring herself while she imagined me was too much. I needed to be inside her like five seconds ago.

"I might make you show me exactly what you did." I sat down on the edge of the mattress.

"But, first," I lifted the bottom of her shirt up and gently gripped her hips, guiding her on to me, "I want to be the one to make you come."

As she straddled me, she inched her wet pussy onto my cock. We both closed our eyes and moaned at the contact. I moved her slowly over me as she took my face in between her hands, placing soft kisses along my jaw.

We moved against one another at an unhurried pace, indulging in the feeling we were creating. There was nothing urgent or needy about this encounter. She was slow and tender, and it made me realize how much I'd missed being with her. I didn't miss just the physical connection, although I reveled in the amazing feeling of having her wrapped around my cock; I missed everything about her. Her smile, the way her scent lingered on my skin after we were together, waking up next to her, and even hearing her in the next room.
Shit! I've been gone only three days! What is she doing to me?

"Alec!" She cried out as I pulled her head back by her hair and licked her neck.

"Are you coming for me?" I said against her heated skin.

"Hmm . . . ." She tightened her legs around my hips.

I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her body as close to mine as I could. I thrust my hips into her as she came, running my hands up and down her spine.

She grabbed my shoulders and rocked into me at a faster speed, causing me to answer back with harder strokes. I reached down and grabbed her ass as I slammed upwards a few times, releasing in long, hot spurts. I held her body as tightly as I could before finally letting go and collapsing onto my back, taking her with me.

She slowly kissed my lips and then looked into my eyes and smiled.

"I missed you," she said before kissing me again.

Maybe I'm wrong. Perhaps we
can
have more than the weekends.

I placed the flogger on my nightstand, then untied Clara's wrists from the headboard. Her body was in over-drive. I hadn't allowed her a release during this session. We were working on her control, and the soft rabbit fur flogger helped me accomplished that task. She enjoyed the sensation I had created as I flogged her thighs and butt, but I knew she craved more. I could see how she struggled not to scream out.

We'd played earlier in the morning. Nothing strenuous. Then we soaked in the hot tub before lunch. I hadn't planned on playing again until this evening, but somehow we ended up back in bed. Our weekend sessions were addictive, and neither of us liked to take long breaks between our designated playtimes.

"Sit up," I said as I rubbed her wrists. I looked them over and decided they were more irritated than I would have liked. I grabbed the ointment I used to sooth her skin from the drawer by the bed and applied it to her skin.

She intently watched my face as I tended to her.

"Were the ropes too tight?"

"No, sir." She looked down because I hadn't granted her permission to look at me. "But I wasn't focused on them."

"No, I guess you wouldn't have been, you naughty girl." I smiled when I thought about how much she liked the flogger. "I think we'll refrain from using the restraints the rest of this weekend. I don't want this delicate skin to bruise."

I placed a kiss on her wrists and then put the ointment away.

I sat back against the headboard and pulled her onto my lap. She quickly straddled me and waited for my next command.

"Look at me." I allowed my eyes to wander down her naked body. "You've pleased me this afternoon. Your ability to hold off your climaxes is improving. I'm extremely proud of your progress."