Her One and Only Dom (3 page)

“I
had no idea it could feel like this.”

Patrick
went still and took his hand back. A whimper rose in her throat at the loss of
his heat and comfort.

“We’re
almost home. Are you sure you want what we’re going to do inside my home,
Simone?”

Simone
swallowed hard and clasped her hands tightly in her lap. Of course she did. “It
depends what you want Patrick.”

Patrick
pulled into the driveway of a beautiful house and Simone took another
shuddering breath. She wasn’t sure she would survive another rejection by this
man.

Her
old professor turned his head and stared at her.

“Shall
we
lay
our cards out on the table, so to speak?”

Simone
nodded and leaned forward.
“Absolutely.”

“I’m
thirty-five years old and a Dom. You’re a twenty-three-year-old virgin. How the
hell is this going to work?”

Fear
suddenly gripped Simone, and her belly plummeted in dread. She was about to
stuff this up.
Royally.

She
dropped her head, unable to look at this man that she wanted so much. “You
don’t want me.”

Pain
gripped her
chest,
this was her graduation all over
again.

Patrick’s
hand tipped her chin up once again and he glared at her.

“Don’t
be ridiculous. You know I do.”

Simone
grabbed hold of that small admission and went with it. She turned pleading eyes
on him. “Then why do you say such things?”

He
sighed.
“Because I have never been in this situation before,
Simone.
Especially with an ex-student.”

With
her heart firmly fitted to her sleeve, she grabbed a hold of that information
also and threw everything she had at him.

“Please
Patrick. I know how old you are. I also know you are the most generous, funny,
clever man I have ever met. Please, take me inside and make love to me. Fuck
me,
whip me, whatever you want. Just … I need you.”

Simone’s
cup of overwhelmed emotions spilled over and she closed her eyes, sending hot
tears down her cheeks.
Crap!

She
heard the car door open and forced her eyes open. Was he really leaving her
here?

“Let’s
go.” His rough voice startled her and she yelped.

Grabbing
her bag, she jumped out of the car. She followed Patrick up the front steps and
halted behind him as he stood frozen on his door mat. He spoke to her while
still facing the door, his voice thick with tension.

“My
beautiful pet, this will change everything. You realize that?”

Simone
nodded emphatically and put her hand out to touch his back.

“Yes.”

He
shuddered under her touch and fumbled with the key. He managed to open the door
and she followed him inside. The house was magnificent, new, modern,
stylish
.
Lots of white, clean lines, and
minimalistic furniture.
But it lacked any warmth or female touches. She
could change that.

“I
will leave you here while I go and turn on the heater. I want you to strip down
to your underwear and kneel for me, Simone. Do you understand?”

Fear
gripped her hard, stealing her breath, but she nodded and watched him walk
away.

Fuck! I’m
wearing my ugliest underwear!

Somehow
knowing that he would not like her second guessing his command, she slipped her
black top and pants off, folding them with her boots and knelt on the floor.
She felt a bit ridiculous. But if this was a game he liked to play, then she
would learn to not only love it, but be very good at it.

He
returned a few minutes later, shirt off, feet bare, in just his sexy black
leather pants.

“You
are even more beautiful than I imagined, Simone.” His husky praise sent shivers
down her spine which almost stopped her embarrassed flush.

“You
imagined me, Patrick?”

He
smiled down at her and bent to kiss her lips. He tasted of forbidden love and
Simone wanted more. She stretched her neck, trying to keep the contact.
So warm and soft.

When
he straightened she raised her eyebrows. She wanted an answer to her question.

He
smiled and cupped her face.
“Oh yes, my beautiful pet.
I have imagined what you would look like naked, beneath me, writhing in
pleasure.”

Chapter Two

You know you
shouldn’t be doing this, not yet. You haven’t even talked terms with her.

Patrick
ignored his conscience as he looked down on the woman he had wanted for as long
as she had apparently wanted him. He had realized while she was a student that
she found him attractive. But he had thought her infatuation akin to a school
girl crush, unlike his desire for her. That was until Nicola had informed him
that it was a lot more than that. Nicola was new to the scene and he’d never
played with her, mostly on principle but he also didn’t find her look
appealing. Simone on the other hand was just gorgeous.

He
knew Simone was beautiful, intelligent, and kind to her friends. He knew she
giggled too much and was innocent of all the pleasures he could give her.
And fuck, do I want to give them to her!
But could she handle what he wanted to do to her?

“Do
you know what I ache to do to you, Simone?”

She
shook her head, her warm brown eyes shining up at him. She was looking at him
with so much love and trust, the last thing he ever wanted to do was lose that.
He would need to go slow, introduce her to one thing at a time.

“I
want to make you scream. I want to hear you, feel you come.
Over
and over again.
But I also want to see your ass, red from my hand.”

His
brave pet nodded and gave him a game smile.

“If
you would explain to me what you want, I can try to be everything you need,
Patrick.”

A
groan escaped his throat. Her answer was so perfect. If he didn’t know better
he would think she had rehearsed it, but seeing the way her shoulders trembled,
he knew her trepidation was real.

“We’ll
go one step at a time, Simone, but you need to know that I care for you. I have
for a long time. You can trust me not to harm you. I need you to. I will call
you
my pet
and you will call me
sir
. If you want me to slow down or
stop, you say yellow or red, like traffic lights. I promise to listen to you.”

Simone
nodded and he cupped her cheek. She turned her head to kiss his palm and her
soft lips pressed into his skin.

Her
sweetness made Patrick want to kneel on the floor with her and kiss her
senseless, but that wasn’t what either of them needed, not yet anyway. He
didn’t want to confuse her. He was the Master and would act accordingly.
Until she learned to understand all the facets of his personality
and was able to cope with them all.

“My
pet, you need to follow me into my bedroom. Stand and walk behind me. When we
get to my bedroom I want you to strip.”

She
stood and swallowed, her body continuing to shake.

Patrick
couldn’t resist and stepped closer to grip her shoulders and kiss her. Their
tongues tangled and she was soon kissing him back with all the passion he had
missed in his previous Subs. She wasn’t trying to impress him, she was simply
responding to his touch honestly and openly. It was a wonderful thing, but
could she handle the BDSM side of their bedroom play?

“This way.”
He walked along
the hallway, passing by his play room. He wouldn’t take her in there tonight.
She needed to feel loved and until she understood his passions, he would need
to start small.

He
pushed open his door and walked through. Simone stood in his bedroom and didn’t
even look
around,
she just stared at him as she slowly
peeled off the basic cotton underwear she wore. Bra first, she rounded her
shoulders as though to hide from him and then pushed off her knickers.

Perfection.

“You
are spectacular.” He praised, walking around her trembling body. He would
usually inspect his Sub whilst she was kneeling, but tonight he would do
whatever he liked. She didn’t know the rules.

“High,
firm breasts, beautiful pink nipples that I can’t wait to have between my
teeth, and an ass I want to spank.”

Simone
giggled nervously, her hands moving restlessly as though she wanted to cover
herself. “It sounds like you’re cataloguing me for an auction or something.”

Patrick
raised his hand and smacked her fleshy ass. He connected well, the sound and
feeling of it satisfying. She jumped and
gasped,
her
nipples hardening.

He
smiled at her. “You liked that, did you?”

Simone
bit her lip in a way that Patrick found endearing and provocative. “I don’t
know.”

Patrick
moved to the bed, his cock hard in his pants. She would be bratty and she would
push his boundaries. But he wanted that. He didn’t want a
slave,
he wanted a true partner who enjoyed play.
Wow, where had that
thought come from?
He needed to slow
down a little.

He
sat on the bed and patted his lap.

“You’re
a naughty little girl and I want to spank your ass. Lie across my lap.”

Simone
moved slowly, maneuvering her body across him so that her beautiful ass was
pointing up and her body was hanging down.

“Can
I ask why
was I naughty … Sir
?”

She
wiggled to get comfortable and Patrick laid his hand on her hot flesh. His hand
spanned one ass cheek perfectly.

“You
spoke back my little pet, but I like your spark. In the bedroom, I’m in charge
and you need to remember that.”

She
gasped and pulled her legs tightly together making that beautiful ass flex.

“What
if I don’t want you to spank me?”

The
question surprised him. He had never had to explain the basics of BDSM before.

“If
you hate it, we don’t have to do it. But
I
want to spank
you
, so if you’re good
and take your punishment well, I will reward you.” He stroked over the back of
her thighs. “Open for me little pet.”

Simone
wiggled again and Patrick slipped two fingers between her thighs to explore her
hot flesh. She was slick, her pussy opening lubricated for him and he stroked
her there for a moment, just enjoying the feel of her pleasure on his fingers.

She
gasped and pulled her legs tightly together, trapping his hand there.

“Open again pet.”

“I’m
embarrassed.” Simone arched her spine, moaning softly. Patrick ran his
fingertips up her spine and after a few moments she released the tension, her
muscles going loose and her whole body relaxing across his lap again.

Patrick
held her down with one hand and slipped one long finger into her tight pussy.
He couldn’t resist her body’s silent invitation. She moaned and arched up, so
he pushed harder on her to keep her down.

“Never
be embarrassed by how much you want me.” He slid his finger in and out of her,
his cock hardening even more in his pants. Her sweet virgin pussy clasped his
finger like a tight glove and he knew how good she’d feel around him when he
was finally inside her.

“You
can feel how hard I am for you, can’t you pet?”

Simone
moaned and relaxed more, her legs opening further. “Yes … Sir …”

Patrick
removed his finger and raised his hand. This was going to make or break their
growing relationship.

He
spanked her and she screamed, attempting to scramble back off his lap.

“Good
girl, scream for me, and remember to tell me when it becomes too much.”

He
spanked her ass again and again, stopping to squeeze and stroke between each
strike. She screamed and panted, but he went easy on her and she stayed nice
and wet throughout.
Seven times on the left and eight on the
right cheek.
His hand on her ass made the perfect slapping sound every
time he connected. It was red now and he stopped to soothe the skin softly.

“So
beautiful …” he ran the tips of his fingers gently over the hot skin, enjoying
the way she wiggled and moaned on him. Then, just because he wanted to, he
slipped two fingers deep inside her wet, warm pussy.

“Ah
… fuck.” Simone’s words were gasped as she squeezed her legs together.

Patrick
moved his fingers in and out of her body, the wet walls gripping him tightly.
He knew that she was going to feel like heaven when he was finally inside her
and his impatience began to crank up another notch.

He
removed his fingers and spanked her once more for good measure, the wet imprint
glistening on her still pink skin.

She
yelped and he stifled the laugh. She was a natural and his belly fluttered with
excitement. He could enjoy her and teach her so much.

“I
want you on the bed my lovely pet.
On your back.”

Simone
slid off his lap and crawled gingerly onto the bed, her beautiful full breasts
swinging beneath her as she moved. She was graceful even though she was
obviously sore and he liked that too.

“How
are you feeling my little pet?”

She
stared at him for a moment then lay down on to her back. She winced when her ass
hit the bed but continued regardless. She wasn’t shivering any longer and her
nipples were hard. Good, he needed to keep her arousal on a high.

“My
butt is sore.”

Patrick
grinned, that excited belly feeling spreading through him again as he reached
down and peeled his pants off in one smooth movement. His cock sprang free of
the confines, the ache increasing and pulling a groan from him.

Heat
spread into his cheeks at the show of weakness and he cleared his throat before
speaking again.

“Good,
then tomorrow you’ll still remember you belong to me.”

Her
eyes clouded over, then slid down to his groin.
“Oh my God.”
Her hand moved up to cover her mouth in a classic virgin move.

Patrick
laughed out loud as he slid up onto the bed. He couldn’t be that scary, surely?
He moved over her in a dominant stance and moaned as their bodies touched
properly for the first time.
Skin to skin.
Heart to heart.

 
Oh fuck, this feels too good.
He rushed in to
lighten the mood.

“Not
quite, but sir works just as well.”

Simone
looked up at him at that moment with her beautiful, liquid brown eyes and
wrapped her arms and legs slowly around him. Her strength and her natural
sensuality came out at that moment and
a calmness
settled over him. It was like coming home.

Then
she looked up at him again with that cheeky smile in place.

“Oh my
sir
!
Is that better?”

Something
deep in Patrick’s chest clenched tight but he didn’t get more than a moment to
wonder what it was because she lifted herself up so that her damp body caressed
his straining cock shaft.

The
positioning was perfect and every base instinct in him came roaring to life.
Oh, how he wanted to simply fuck her. Take what she so obviously wanted to give
him. But there was so much more to feel and enjoy.

“There’s
no rush my sweet.” He kissed her lips, enjoying the way she lifted her chin and
clung to him for a moment before he pulled back. “Put your wrists together in
front of you.”

He
moved off the bed, walked over to the tall boy, and removed a fine silk rope.
He would never permanently mark her beautiful skin, but a little bondage would
be good for her. It would also help him slow down, something he had never had
trouble with.

He
perused his toy collection and stopped for a moment. She was not only vanilla,
she was a virgin. She wanted to please him, but he didn’t want to scare her. He
could be gentle tonight. He reached into the drawers and took a feather, a
Waterberg wheel, and a condom out and threw them on the bed next to her.

His
heart was beating a little too hard. He didn’t feel calm at all. In a scene he
was cool, controlled. His brain worked slowly, clearly, carefully and his body
followed suit. Something was off tonight and the only conclusion was that
Simone was different somehow.

“Can
I ask you what you’re planning ... Sir?”

Her
question was unexpected but beautiful. Patrick smiled and knelt next to her,
enjoying the way her eyes ran over his naked body, with hunger now. He picked
up her small hands and quickly tied her wrists together with the rope. Then he
stretched her arms high above her head and knelt up beside her, enjoying the
way her full breasts rose in that position.

He
attached the rope to the bed head with a knot that could be easily undone with
one tug. If he needed to get her out of the bonds fast, he could and would.

“Of
course you can my pet. I am tying you up so that I can torture you with both
pain and pleasure. I want you screaming for my cock before I give it to you.”

He
heard her swift intake of breath and smiled to himself, pleased that his crass
words had shocked her. He didn’t feel that the power balance was quite right in
their dynamic.