The Lonely Dominant (9 page)

"You have that effect on me." I stroked her hair and kissed her lips. She knew exactly what I needed from her. No one had ever been able to read me the way she'd just explained. I'd never allowed anyone else to get that close.

"I'm glad I can do it for you," she said. "It makes me feel good. You do so much for so many, but no one takes care of you." She looked down. "Sorry."

"For what?"

"Talking too much."

"You're not." I liked that she was finally trying to open up to me and express her feelings. She didn't do it nearly enough.

"I better go back upstairs," she said. "I've got an early class."

I nodded and gently pulled out of her, but before she stood, I took her face in my hands and kissed her, lingering at her lips before releasing her.

"Good night, beautiful."

"I'm looking forward to playing tomorrow night," she timidly said.

"Me, too."

She closed her shirt with her hand and smiled one last time before quietly heading upstairs. I poured myself a drink and tried to sort out what I was feeling. On one hand, I had the perfect set-up with her. She didn't get irritated at my demanding work schedule, was here when I needed her to be, and she looked forward to submitting to me as often as I needed her to. She was in tune with my feelings, knew when I needed a good release, and genuinely seemed to want me.

Isn't that exactly what every man needs?
I had a beautiful, young, horny girl in my bed.
Why isn't that enough?

I sipped my drink and ran my fingers through my hair. I wasn't going to solve any of this any time soon. Things were working out between us, and that was going to have to be enough for now.

I wasn't sure how she was going to respond, but I figured we'd have to try. We had been playing for about two months, and each session was becoming more and more intense. I finally decided to take some of James' advice and find a way to create some boundaries for our unusual set-up.

Clara had almost mastered control of her orgasms and hardly ever climaxed if I told her not to. I couldn't have been more pleased with her progress. But, I noticed tying her to my bed and working her over with a vibrator or flogger just wasn't fulfilling enough for either of us. I thought that might happen when I realized just how submissive she was. She was at my total mercy and always placed all of her trust in me.

She needed me to push her limits, and that was what I was trying to do with the addition of a playroom. James had told me that for people practicing the BDSM

lifestyle, it was normal to have a designated room or space to play in. Plus, I felt it confused our relationship to continue with our weekend play in the room we shared when we weren't acting out a scene, especially after she used my name on a Saturday night. Adding this room would help me follow James' advice.

Don't blur the lines.

I never had a desire to have a playroom in my home. I knew other Doms did, but I'd never really considered myself hard-core. I still didn't. But, Clara was displaying a need to explore this lifestyle further, even if she didn't verbally express it. I could feel she wanted more. So, I would try the playroom and see where it took us in our journey.

My basement was finished, but since the upstairs was so big, we never really went downstairs for anything. There was a room off the lower main area I figured would be perfect for such a "secret" room.

I'd be introducing Clara to our new space tonight. I'd seen the set-up many times before, at various play parties, and at the homes of friend who had similar interests.

While it was all very familiar to me, it would be new for Clara. I wanted to introduce her slowly. The last thing I wanted was to have her running in the opposite direction, especially since we'd come so far in such a short time.

At exactly 7:00 p.m., I headed to my room where she'd be waiting on her knees.

She was always on time and ready to follow my every command. In the beginning, I had reservations about her inexperience, but that had worked as an advantage. She was eager to learn and even more determined to please me.

I entered the dimly lit room and heard her breath hitch as I got closer. She was always nervous at the beginning of our weekends, but usually by Saturday night, she was confident and willing to try new positions and scenes. Another one of the reasons I wanted to set up a playroom was because I didn't want either of us to become complacent or bored. A new room with new toys would certainly take care of that. I was eager to show her.

I walked over to where she knelt and took her chin in my hand, raising her face so she could look at me. Every time our eyes met in this situation, it reaffirmed exactly why we were doing this. We both had to actualize that need, one that could only be met with each other.

"Clara," I said. "I'd like to try something new tonight. I have a surprise for you.

One I've been working on for a few weeks. I'd like to show you tonight."

She continued to stare at me and, although she didn't speak, I could see the curiosity in her face. In all the weekends we had been doing this, we had always started in my bedroom. We had a routine. She would take me in her mouth, usually until completion, and then I would pleasure her, in various ways, on the bed. On Saturdays, we would take our scenes outside of the bedroom; sometimes in the hot tub, or in my study. I tried to designate several rooms throughout the house as rooms where we would play.

I extended my hand and said, "Please come with me."

She took it without hesitation and followed me out of the room and down the hall.

"I believe our relationship is progressing rather nicely. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, sir," she said as we headed down the back staircase, then through the kitchen.

"And, I'd like to take our unique situation to the next level." I opened the basement door and led her down the steps, then to the door in the corner. "Do you trust me?"

"With my mind, body and soul, sir," she said.

I knew exactly what she meant. Her trust gave me the confidence to explore and experiment with her. "Good girl." I opened the door and led her into the room.

She looked around. I saw the confusion on her face. I wasn't sure she had figured out where we were yet. I'd had the room taken care of during the day while she was at school, so she had no idea anything was even being constructed or delivered.

"From now on," I said as I walked her to the center of the room, "this is where you'll be waiting for me on Friday evenings. You may look around and familiarize yourself with these new surroundings."

She turned her head slightly, stopping to stare at the whipping bench, the one piece of equipment I'd debated on omitting from the room entirely. I'd hoped we'd never have to use it, but if we were going to progress, then the punishments for disobedience were going to advance as well. Up until this point, we'd used only spankings, and they were quite erotic, for the most part. Of course, she could always use the safe word because that was non-negotiable. She could always feel secure with me.

"Some items in this room may look scary." I stroked her hair. "I can assure you I still aim only to bring you and your body nothing but pleasure."

She continued to look around; this time her gaze stopped at the Saint Andrew's Cross that was secured to the wall on the opposite side of the room. This was probably the most essential piece of bondage equipment for any playroom. The Cross was a very large piece of furniture, covered in a padded, black, leather-type material for comfort. I could see how she'd be curious. If she liked it, I hoped to use it often.

"Walk over to it."

She did as I asked, stopping directly in front of it. I let her digest what she was looking at before coming up from behind her and whispering in her ear.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to." She jumped at my words. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her back against my bare chest. "The same rules apply as they did before we entered this room. We don't even have to play in here tonight if you're not ready. You tell me how you want to proceed."

I turned her around so I could look into her eyes when she answered.

She thought for a few seconds and then she confidently replied, "Green."

The corners of my mouth curved into a smirk. She was letting me know her other two safe words, yellow and red, didn't apply here tonight.

"Very clever," I said. "Now, go over there." I pointed to the pillows in the corner of the room. "Drop to your knees and get in your waiting position."

I needed to prepare myself mentally for what was to come. I had considered a few options for tonight, but I wasn't sure if she'd be willing to try anything in this room, so I had to decide how I wanted to play this.

As I pondered, I watched her do as I asked. She was so obedient, and the sight of her on her knees, awaiting my next move, made my dick extremely hard. Tonight was about introductions, so nothing too intense, I thought as I walked over to the cabinets and began perusing them. I grabbed a silk scarf and a blindfold, knowing whatever I chose to do, I'd want to restrain her and cover her eyes. Each time I glanced over at Clara, she was waiting patiently with her head down.

I scanned the cupboards, but when I looked over at the refrigerator I had delivered for bottled water and light snacks, I realized I was over-thinking this.

Ice.

That would be the perfect introduction, and would prepare us for future use with hot wax. I filled a large glass with ice and placed it by the table in the center of the room. I was rather excited by this particular table. It had taken me days to find just the right one, and when I finally did, I knew it was exactly what I needed to finish off this room.

"Clara," I said. "Come to me."

She gracefully stood up and walked over to where I stood. The table wasn't anything fancy, just plain steel, similar to a piece of hospital equipment. But I didn't care about the appearance. I cared about the fact that the surface could hold both of us at the same time. When I thought of all the ways I could bind and take her on this table, I knew I had to have it.

I moved my hands to the hem of her black tank top and pulled it up over her head, leaving her in nothing but a pair of tight, black, little, boy shorts. They could stay for now because I was afraid if I had a peek at that sweet little pussy, we'd never get to the task at hand.

"Climb up on my table," I said. "And lie on your back."

She quickly did as I asked. She looked fabulous, practically naked before me, enthusiastic for my next move. I slipped the blindfold over her eyes and then I restrained her arms above her head, binding them to the end of the table.

Fantastic!

"Tonight is new for both of us. We're in a new setting, so we'll try something different, but I will not hurt you. You are to place all of your trust in me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"I don't anticipate that you'll have to safe word for what I have planned, but you should if you feel the need to. Is that understood?" I always made it a priority for her to understand that her safety and well-being were my main concerns.

"Yes, sir."

"Good." I leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "You look so beautiful right now, totally willing to submit to my every desire."

I ran my finger over her chin, down her neck, then between her breasts. I smiled when she shivered under my touch. I reached down into the glass by my feet, taking a piece of ice between my thumb and forefinger. I allowed the ice to take the same journey my finger just had.

She gasped at the coolness, but didn't speak.

I leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Don't vocalize."

She gently sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. I noticed she often did that when we were in the middle of a scene and I wouldn't allow her to express herself verbally. We had to use the ball gag once, after she couldn't keep her mouth quiet, and she didn't care for it, so she usually was able to control herself.

I ran the ice cube inside the band of her panties, slowly dipping it over her hipbone. She bit harder on her lip, but managed to stay quiet. I moved the now-melting cube back up her stomach and over her right breast, concentrating on her hardening nipple. I watched in admiration as it pebbled under the ice. She kicked her legs a bit, causing me to smile again.

"Stay still or I'll restrain them too."

I took a fresh piece of ice from the cup and continued to move it back and forth over her sensitive nipple as I used my free hand to stimulate her other one. She was breathing heavily now and moving her head from side to side, almost in time with my torturous passes with the ice cube.

I lowered my head to her breast and ran my warm tongue over her frozen peak.

The contrast from the ice and my tongue was too much for her to handle, but she did her best to obey me. She held still and didn't vocalize. I continued to alternate sucking and rubbing the ice against her nipple, and while my mouth worked one, the ice was moving against the other. Before the ice cube completely melted, I swirled it one last time over her nipple and then blew my breath against it. She was extremely sensitive, so I gently bit down, then sucked it into my mouth as I ran my hand down her stomach and inside her panties.

"Always so wet for me," I said against her chest. I slipped my finger inside her moist entrance, then ran it up and down her slit, trying to gather as much of her arousal as I could. Once my finger was completely coated in her juices, I moved it back up her stomach and over her nipple. I licked the sweet sap from her body, savoring her unique taste, and then slowly slipped her panties down her legs. I could see her inner thighs glistening with her fresh arousal.

If my dick wasn't so painfully hard, I would've taken the time to lick her clean, but I couldn't wait any longer. The need to be inside her was overwhelming me, so I stood up and moved to the foot of the table.

"I'm going to take you now." I unzipped my pants, freeing my cock from its confines. I quickly kicked my jeans aside and crawled onto the table, between her legs.