Dominique (25 page)

     
“We’ll talk about this later,” he said.
 
I nodded and bit my lip, finally taking my own advice and shutting up.
 
Andrew went back to reading his newspaper, and I picked my coffee and uncrossed my legs.
 
I was getting really wet down there.
 
Even being verbally dominated turns me on.
 
“Oh, and pet?”

     
“Yes, Master?”

     
“
Lydia
is
not
a submissive.”

     
“Oh.
 
Okay.”
 
I wasn’t sure what to say.
 
Had he left the lifestyle?
 
What did that mean?
 
Damn it!
 
That threw me for a loop.
 
Would Paul still be visiting when Andrew was away?
 
We had talked about it just last week!

     
Andrew had explained that Paul had permission to use me in any way in which he would.
 
The only rule being Paul would never come over unless he and Andrew had discussed it.
 
Andrew
would
know.
 
Paul would in effect be my surrogate Master.
 
It pleased Andrew for me to be treated in this way.
 
To be truthful, after the first time, I found the idea very exciting and looked forward to Paul breaking the monotony during Andrew’s occasional absences.
 
Besides, I liked submitting to him.
 
I smiled and blushed when I thought about it.
 
He was a bit of a wild lover.

     
Andrew told me Dean was the only other one that I had to obey, with the same rules.
 
Andrew said I was entitled call to confirm that he knew of their presence.
 
Also, in the future there would be others.
 
The hairs on my arms and the back of my neck prickled when I considered it, and I couldn’t say I was terribly keen.
 
I would do it though, but hoped it wouldn’t be too often.
 
I had my hands full already.
 
At
that
thought I blushed all over again!

     
“Kitten?” he asked, interrupting my thoughts.

     
“Yes, Sir?”
 
I loved it when he called me that.

     
“Be a good girl and go up to the house.
 
Check the beers are cold enough.
 
If they’re not, put a couple in the freezer.
 
Also, make up a batch of
margueritas
, okay?
 
Keep them chilled.”
 
He checked his watch.
 
“In fact, I’ll come with you and get the steaks.”
 
Standing, he folded the paper under his arm and held out his hand for me.
 
“C’mon, let’s get this show on the road.”

     
We walked up to the house like young lovers.
 
“Is your lip okay?” I asked softly.

     
“How does it look?” he replied, making faces.

     
I smiled.
 
“I can hardly tell.”

     
“Good.”

     
Then I had an idea.
 
“Should I bring my cushion down to the barbeque when we return?
 
I mean if
Lydia
isn’t a submissive, will I be needing one?” Okay, I was fishing.

     
“No pet.
 
If I want you to, you can kneel on the grass.”
 
He smiled at me and kissed my temple as we walked lazily.
 
If he was trying to explain something to me, I didn’t get it.

     
“Oh ... All right.”
 
I trusted Andrew, but I didn’t know how I felt about ‘coming out’ with a vanilla person.
 
Lydia
might ask all kinds of silly questions like, ‘what are you doing kneeling on the ground, Dominique.
 
There’s a chair right here!’ I giggled to myself, thinking it would be fun to be the shocking one, rather than the shocked one for a change.

     
“What’s so funny?” Andrew asked.

     
“Well, I ... I was thinking it might be embarrassing to be the only one kneeling ... But then I was thinking I’d love to see the look on Lydia’s face when I kneeled in front of you!”
Or in front of Paul!

     
Andrew cracked up and whacked me on the butt as we arrived at the back of the house, sending me through the doorway.
 
It was a playful smack, but a touch hard.
 
Or maybe I was imagining it.
 
Anyway, it made me grab my ass and pout!
 
Andrew roared with laughter as he walked down the hall to the cellar door.
 
In between fits of mirth he managed to tell me he’d get the beers
organised
.
 
“Oh, and Dominique?” he asked, turning at the cellar door to face me.

     
“Yes Sir?”

     
“I hope those balls aren’t bothering you.”

     
“Oh no, Sir.
 
I ... Oh, dear!” I looked down and was mortified by the sight.
 
My bikini bottoms were soaked through.
 
I started to shake.
 
God, I knew I was horny but this was ridiculous.

     
“Pinch your nipples.”

     
“But, Master-”

     
“Just do it.”

     
“
Mmmmm
...”

     
He chuckled.
 
“Get the
margueritas
organised
first.
 
Then you can change.”

     
I passed the mirror on the wall, the same one I had turned to on the first night with Paul.
 
Stopping in my tracks, I turned to face it.
 
I look like a wreck!
 
I thought, adjusting my bikini.
 
My nipples jutted through my t-shirt.
 
How embarrassing!
 
Hurry up!
 
Jesus, they could be here at any minute!
 
I’ve got to get the drinks and get changed and do my hair and ...

     
DING!
 
DONG!

     
“COULD YOU LET THEM IN, KITTEN?” Andrew yelled from the cellar.

     
“YES, SIR!” I yelled back before I knew it.
 
Oh my God!
 
Oh my God!
 
They can’t already be here!
 
Quick, think!
 
There was nothing I could do!
 
I swallowed my pride and resolved to face the music.
 
I was definitely going to get changed at the first opportunity!
 
Taking a deep breath and gritting my teeth, I unlatched the front door and opened it wide, the sun streaming in behind our guests, silhouetting them.
 
I clasped my hands together in front of my bikini.
 
“Welcome.
 
Welcome.
 
Please, come in, come in.”
 
I bowed a little and squinted up into the shadowed faces.

     
“Oh, Dominique.
 
You look lovely.
 
Do you mind if I just stand here for a moment and admire you?” Paul teased.
 
He knew!

     
Damn all
Doms
for being so observant.
 
I blushed fiercely, looking down and immediately
realising
it was probably my nipples he was admiring.
 
Half whispering, I quietly said, “You tease me Sir!
 
We were just out um, taking some sun and ... enjoying the morning and um, time got away, Sir ...”

     
“It’s okay, Dominique.
 
You needn’t explain,” Paul said, guiding
Lydia
inside the front door.
 
I closed it behind them.

     
“I’m just embarrassed.
 
You caught me by surprise, Sir.
 
Gosh!
 
I’m so sorry!
 
This must be
Lydia
.
 
Forgive me.
 
I’m very pleased to meet you,
Lydia
.”
 
I smiled brightly, offering her my hand to shake.
 
She had the deepest brown eyes I had ever seen.
 
She was lovely.
 
She looked a bit like me actually, but her skin was lighter.
 
Dark hair.
 
Slim, attractive.
 
Eyes like a cat.
 
I was thinking she might be thirty.
 
Goodness
.

     
“I’m pleased to meet you too, Dominique,” she said, looking me up and down.
 
“You are as adorable as Paul described.”

     
“Well, um ... Thank you,
Lydia
.”
 
Withdrawing my hand after she shook it, I blushed even harder.
 
Had she seen my bikini bottoms?
 
How had Paul described me?

     
“Go freshen up, Dominique.
 
I can handle the drinks,” Paul said, rescuing me.

     
“Oh!
 
Th
-Thank you, Sir!”
 
Relieved beyond words, I gave him my biggest smile.

     
The balls inside me practically clanged together as I ran up the stairs.
 
I’d only thought of them fleetingly over the last couple of hours.
 
Suddenly they were maddening as I pushed open my bedroom door breathlessly and closed it behind me.
 
The unused bed looked mighty inviting and I thought I could cum in about a minute if I tried.
 
But there was something about that bed remaining untouched ...

     
I hurriedly slipped on a clean thong and threw a wrap around my hips.
 
Deciding I could get away with the wrap, I sighed and chose not to change the t-shirt.
 
As I calmed down, I shook my head and smiled, unable to believe I met them at the door in a tight t-shirt and wet bikini bottoms.
 
Andrew contrived to embarrass me on purpose
, I thought, pouting into the mirror.
 
I wished I could take out the balls.
 
Oh, he can be so mean!

     
Quickly putting on some lippy and mascara, I ran a brush through my hair.
 
Taking one last look, I wondered why I bothered with underwear, as the new ones already felt damp.
 
Still
, I thought giggling,
going back down the stairs should be fun
.
 
Setting off with a deliberate bounce in my step that jiggled my breasts and banged the balls, I rushed down the stairs and almost
barrelled
Andrew over!

     
He caught me and neither of us fell, thankfully.
 
“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” he asked rhetorically.

     
“Oh my God!
 
Sorry, Master!” I cried breathlessly, stifling my laughter.

     
“It’s all right, pet.
 
No harm done,” he said, righting me, dusting himself off and smiling.
 
“I was just coming to look for you.”

     
“I’m sorry I took so long.
 
I hope I’m dressed okay.”
 
He looked me up and down, nodding and smiling.
 
Slinking my hand around his offered elbow, I was grateful he understood.
 
On tiptoes I kissed his cheek and whispered, “I never tell you often enough how wonderful you are to me.”