Her One and Only Dom (6 page)

“Up
you come, baby girl.”

He
gave her a devil-may-care smile that made her insides feel like warm goo. She
let him open the door and help her out. Hand in hand, feeling like the most
prized possession in the world, they walked into Le’
Miz
.

Simone
stepped into the restaurant and looked around in awe. Thank God she had worn
her nice dress. This place was the flashiest restaurant she had ever seen.

“Reservation for two under Patrick
Smythe
.”

Simone
smiled as Patrick placed his hand possessively into the small of her back and
steered her towards the table. He held her chair out for her and she sat with
butterflies in her belly the size of elephants. This man was too good to be
true.

“The wine list and menus.”
The waiter
handed them their menus and Patrick spoke up.

“A bottle of
Penfolds
Shiraz and steak for us both.
Rare for myself.
How do you want yours done baby?”

Simone
hid her frown in her menu as she quickly perused the vegetarian options.

“No
steak thank you, I’ll have the pumpkin risotto.”

Patrick
frowned at her and compressed his lips. “You need the iron Simone. You are a
little pale.”

Simone
looked at the waiter and smiled at him politely. “Could you give us a few
minutes?”

The
man nodded and headed off quickly, probably thankful to be away from them.

Simone
looked at the man opposite her and saw so many people.
Her
trusted advisor, her lover, her friend.
She also saw the Dom, struggling
for supremacy.

“Patrick,
I’m a vegetarian, I have been since I was sixteen. I take good care of myself
and I know how to balance my nutrition. You don’t get to tell me what to eat.”

Patrick
glared at her, a muscle in his jaw ticking away. Simone glared back, a part of
her brain telling her that she was going to pay for this later on.

“It
is almost impossible to get the right amount of nutrients without some meat in
your diet. Perhaps you could try some meat, for me?”

Simone
frowned at his tone. It was both demanding and cajoling. Patrick was used to
getting his way that was for damn sure.

“Patrick, why are you telling me how to eat?”

She
had surprised him with that question, it was obvious in the way his mouth
literally hung open.

They
were interrupted for a moment while the waiter made a show of the wine Patrick
had chosen and poured them both a glass. Lucky she drank red, since he hadn’t
asked before ordering it.

“Have
you decided on your order?”

Simone
eyed Patrick then smiled brightly at the young man who would probably be older
than her. “Yes, I would like the pumpkin risotto and Patrick ...”

“The steak.”

He
handed back his menu with an arrogant nod and twist of his wrist and Simone had
to stifle the urge to laugh. Was he always going to be such a baby when he was
thwarted?

Once
the man had walked away Simone raised her eyebrows expectantly at her lover.

“I
always make sure my Subs ...” Patrick stopped and cleared his throat while
Simone’s anger went up a few notches. She wasn’t just a fucking Sub!

She
forced herself to take a deep breath and reached out for his hand. He took it
and she was grateful. They were in a lot of trouble if they couldn’t talk about
this.

“Patrick,
do you want someone who is your submissive in the bedroom and a normal
girlfriend out of it?”

He
nodded stiffly and Simone squeezed his hand, feeling older than her partner
despite the twelve year age gap.

“I
can’t be a 24/7 submissive, Patrick and I don’t think you really want that or
you would have found one already. True?”

Again
he nodded and picked up his wine, swallowing some of the rich red before
looking at her again.

“All right, good.
Now, you’ll let
me eat whatever I choose, and later on you can control me in any way you want.
Is that okay by you?”

Patrick’s
blue eyes warmed, lust clouding them in a way that sent a bolt of desire into
Simone’s belly. She may have had to walk him through it, but she had made her
point.

“Yes,
I can definitely do that.”

****

Patrick took a deep breath and a large swallow of his red wine.
He had better be careful or he would not be playing tonight. He generally had a
no alcohol rule, but he didn’t know what his rules were with Simone. His whole
world had gone topsy-turvy. Last night’s sex had been amazing, even with only a
little bit of kink.

And again this morning, she blew his mind with her passion and
trust. No vanilla girlfriend had ever made him feel like that and to have a
virgin was a heady thing indeed.

“Tell me more about why you haven’t dated before, Simone.”

She smiled and kept his gaze, no fear showing in her eyes. “I
dated Patrick, a few people throughout high school and
uni.
”

Anger and a small amount of fear spread through his belly. She
had lied to him? “You told me you didn’t.”

She chuckled softly and picked up a piece of garlic bread.

“I told you I was a virgin, and I was. I have barely let anyone
do more than kiss me. So stop looking at me like that.”

Throwing in the towel so to speak, amazed at his lack of control
with this woman, he poured more wine into his glass.

“I think I’m jealous that anyone has touched you.”

She laughed at that and he felt heat fill his cheeks. That would
teach him for being honest.

She reached across the table, taking some of the sting out of
her laugh with the squeeze of her hand on his.

“I didn’t mean to laugh honey, but seriously? You’ve probably
slept with more people than you can count and you’re jealous just because I
kissed a few guys?”

Patrick smiled, guilty as charged. “Are you telling me I’m being
a hypocrite?”

She laughed again and ran her nails over the back of his hand.

“I love that you’re jealous. It means you care.”

Patrick turned his hand over and gripped her fingers. He
instinctively knew that this was one of those defining moments in a
relationship He’d never been jealous before, hadn’t cared about anyone enough
to be upset when they moved on. This was very different. “I do care Simone. You
are amazing.”

She drew back and he instantly wanted her hand back in his.

“So you’ll teach me more about the
subby
stuff?”

Patrick laughed, he couldn’t help it. She made it sound so
basic.

“Yes, I’ll teach you everything.
What I need,
how to please me.”

Her eyes sparked and her mouth flattened into a straight line.
Oh how he was going to love teaching her.

“And in return I will give you more pleasure and make you feel
treasured beyond your wildest dreams.”

Something changed inside her eyes when he said that and the
frown disappeared to be replaced by a shy smile. “But you’ll go easy on me to
start with?”

Patrick nodded, serious now. “It’s my job to push your limits,
but you always need to feel safe. If you say stop, we stop, that never
changes.”

Their dinner arrived and Patrick ate his steak while Simone
enjoyed her risotto.

They finished the wine and Patrick called the waiter over.
“Dessert?”

Simone shook her head and held her belly. “No thank you, I’m so
full.”

He placed some cash in the leather binder containing the bill
and
smiled
as wickedly as possible. He would be fine to drive, though handling a flogger
may be a problem.
“Home then?”

She
nodded and stood, swaying gently on her small heels.

He
tucked her into his arm and led her to the car. When he opened the door she
fell into it, giggling away. He shook his head, but couldn’t wipe the smile off
his face.

Once
he had the car started and they were driving back to his home, he asked her,
“You didn’t have that much to drink. Why are you giggling so much?”

She
slid her hand over his thigh, a little too close to his aching cock.

“I’m
just happy, Patrick, and it feels so good to laugh.”

Almost home,
almost home.
“Well, I’m sure I can make you feel better.”

Her
hand stilled and he looked over at her quickly, she was worried about something.

“What’s
wrong, babe?”

Simone
slid her hand up to his crotch and stroked the flesh that was rapidly
hardening. “Actually, I’m sore. Like really sore. Could you teach me some
things I could do to pleasure you?”

Visions
of Simone on her knees swam into Patrick’s vision and he groaned as blood
flooded his groin. “Oh, I can think of a thing or two I can teach you that will
give your sore bits a rest.”

“How
about you drive me home and you teach me in the car?”

Though Patrick’s heart rate sped up at
the idea, his eyebrows furrowed into a frown.
“I like to be
comfortable, Simone, and you should be too.”

She
giggled and began to unbuckle his leather belt. “Oh, please, Patrick. I’ve
always been such a good girl and never fooled around with anyone. Please?”

Well,
how was he going to say no to that? He nodded and released a groan as she
released his belt and unzipped him, his eager cock pulsing with pleasure as it
sprang from its confines.

“Hang
on.”

He
pulled over and stopped outside a park. They were within minutes of her home,
but he didn’t really want to be caught by one of her house mates.

He
turned and saw Simone taking her seat belt off, her eager mouth already parted
in anticipation for his cock.

“Oh
fuck, you are too beautiful.”

She
giggled once again and wrapped her hand around the base. Hot, intense pressure
made his balls ache.

“Put
your lips around the head and suck. Cover your teeth if you can and move your
hand on me.”

Simone
nodded and descended as he slid his hand into her silky brown hair.

Her
soft lips wrapped around the crest of his cock and sucked hard. “Oh fuck!”

Patrick
threw his head back against the car seat and gripped the steering wheel in one
hand so that he wouldn’t force her to take him deeper. She wasn’t an
experienced woman and she wasn’t a Sub who got pleasure out of being used, she
needed to learn to like this.

“Simone,
that feels incredible. Move your hand up and down.”

She
did as he told her, moving her sweet little hand up and down on his shaft while
she flicked her tongue over the head and into the slit.

“Ah, God!
Baby, you keep
doing that and I’m going to come in no time at all.”

She
hummed happily, the vibrations sending pleasure right down into his balls.

“Good
girl, now just move your hand ... ah faster,” Patrick felt his eyes cross a
little as the pleasure became intense. He couldn’t move away, couldn’t stop
what was about to happen, and he didn’t really want to. Simone needed the
confidence to please him and he wanted her to know how happy he was with her.

“Fuck,
baby, can you move your mouth up and down a little?”

As
she did as he requested he couldn’t stop the way his hands tangled in her hair
and began to guide her.

“I’m
going to
come
Simone, if you don’t want to swallow me ...”
He broke off on another moan as she began to take more and more of him into her
mouth.
Using both the suction of her mouth and the tight grip
of her fist to push him straight over the edge.

“Ah,
baby girl!”

Patrick
relaxed his grip on her hair and let it come. His balls pulled up nearer his
body and his cock pulsed, seed spurting out of him in waves of bliss.

Simone
moaned and swallowed rapidly, pulling back slightly, but maintaining contact
until he was drained.

When
she lifted her head, her eyes were bright and alive, a small smile playing on
her swollen lips. “You taste a bit weird.”

He
laughed, his personality split. His Dom wanted to spank her ass for such a
comment, but the boyfriend side needed to thank her for giving him such a gift.
He was determined to never take for granted anything she gave him.

Instead,
he cupped her cheek and pulled her forward for a kiss, tasting his saltiness on
her lips and smiling as he pulled back. “You’re right, I do.”

Simone
grinned at him this time and rubbed their noses together, the gesture intimate
and loving. “Thank you.”