Shades of Pleasure: Five Stories of Domination and Submission (19 page)

“I knew it!” Mary smiled triumphantly. Back at Britt’s
place, she gathered her things from the coffee table and couch and stuffed them
in the duffle bag. “So, your hunky Andre’s a Dom?”

“He’s not my Andre. And he’s not a Dom, at least not in the
purest sense of the word, I guess.”

“Whatever that means.” Mary zipped her bag then slung it
over her shoulder.

“My thoughts exactly.”

“Sorry about abandoning you, by the way, but I figured you
needed a little space. After the first sentence, I was squirming. I had to get
outta there. Shit, that man can talk dirty. Is there anything he can’t do?”

Not that I can tell
. “I’m sure he has his
shortcomings. All men do.”

“True, but he seems to have a few more…uh…strengths than the
average guy.” Mary winked. “So, are you going to see him again?”

“Maybe. And it’s okay you abandoned me. I found you,
eventually,” Britt said, stifling both a hint of jealousy over her friend’s
obvious lust over Andre and the truth about how pissed she’d gotten at the
club. It had taken close to an hour to find Mary, huddled in the corner and
talking to the scary giant with the whip. By the time she’d found her wandering
friend, Britt had been downright seething.

Mary chuckled and winked. “At least I don’t have to ask you
if you had fun.”

“I can’t say I had fun—well, not an adrenaline-rush kind of
fun—but I saw some interesting things there.”

“Like Andre.”

“He is the most interesting thing, er person, yes.”

“I don’t blame you. I’d kill to be tied up and fucked by
that man.”

And I’d kill you if you did! He’s not mine yet, but if I
get my way he will be soon.
More jealousy wound up her spine. “He gave me
his number. So, I guess I’m going on a date with him tomorrow night. Um, that
is what it’s called, isn’t it? A date?”

“Are you playing in his dungeon or going out?”

His dungeon? Not a bedroom? “I’m not sure. I guess I won’t
know until I call him. He did ask me to wear this dress again, so can I borrow
it for a couple more days? I’ll have it cleaned before I give it back.”

“Sure!” Mary gave her a gentle tap on the shoulder. “Look at
you! Getting ready for your first time with a Dom. Are you nervous?”

Hell yes!
“A little. Want to give me any pointers?
Um, assuming you know about these things.”

“To tell you the truth, I’m a watcher, not a doer. But I’ve
learned one thing. Make sure you have a safe word so if he gets too carried
away you can make him stop.”

“Okay.”

“Pick something easy to remember and pronounce, too. You
wouldn’t want to stumble over the word in the midst of some tense moment.” Mary
grinned. “That’s about it.” She shrugged then strolled toward the front door,
and Britt followed her. “Good luck tomorrow. Have fun. And call me afterward. I
want to hear all about it—um, some of the juicier parts, at least.”

“Okay.”

Britt closed the door and headed for bed, sure she wouldn’t
get a decent minute’s sleep. Even after more than an hour since she’d talked to
Andre, she was still a tingly, horny mess.

Thankful for the vibrator she had purchased on a whim but
hadn’t put to use yet, she rummaged through her dresser drawer and pulled it
out.

She might be alone in body, but she had one hell of an
imagination. She wouldn’t be alone in her mind. After pulling off her dress and
putting on some soft music, she lay on the bed, parted her legs and turned on
the toy.

It hummed softly in her hand as she closed her eyes and
imagined Andre’s flirty, wicked smile. Her pussy immediately clenched around
its own emptiness.

His words echoed in her ears,
Have you ever let a lover
take complete control? Let him push you to your threshold then pull you back,
over and over until you couldn’t take it anymore?
No doubt about it,
tomorrow would be an experience she would never forget.

Her body already tense with anticipation, she parted her
labia and rested the vibrator on her clit. Immediately with the first touch,
heat rocketed through her body and she sighed. It wouldn’t take much to make
her climax at this rate.

The beauty of being a sub is in both the giving and in
the receiving. When you please your master, you receive pleasure beyond your
wildest dreams.

She slid the vibrator lower and pushed it inside, gasping at
the intense sensations throbbing through her body. Every muscle from head to
toe knotting tightly, she pulled it out then plunged it inside over and over,
while she stroked her clit with her other hand.

You like to be bent over and fucked from behind, right?
That way, you can touch yourself and come over and over.

She imagined herself lying in bed, her legs tied wide, Andre
standing over her, watching. Her pussy tightened around the vibrator and her
fingers teased her clit then pushed inside her ass. In her head, he smiled,
cooing appreciative compliments about her ass and pussy. Encouraging her to
come for him.

And she came, calling out his name into the darkness. Her
body spasmed, her pussy rhythmically milking the vibrator, her anus pulsing
around her finger until she had no energy left. Satiated, she slid the vibrator
out, turned it off and set it on the nightstand.

And she slipped into a dream, where she and Andre fucked over
and over and over.

* * * * *

Andre made one last attempt to fix his unruly hair. It was
humid outside, and he stood little chance of taming the curls. Extra gel did
little good, and he didn’t like making his hair stiff. Of all days, today he
wanted it silky, touchable.

This was it. His dream come true.

Ever since he’d laid eyes on Britt Olson he’d wanted her.
She was absolutely stunning, a classic northern-European beauty. Slim,
delicately built with smooth ivory skin, brilliant blue eyes, naturally curly hair
and feminine features. There was an air of innocence about her, yet boldness,
too. Strength, but also vulnerability. Intelligence, but also approachability.
He had the feeling she didn’t always speak her mind, and he yearned to know
what secrets she kept hidden away in the cool depth of her soul. Like a deep
pool, the surface seemed calm, but he wondered what currents churned below.

He wondered what a game of bondage and submission might
bring to the surface. In fact, he ached to find out.

It hadn’t been easy explaining to friends and family members
why he’d bought the run-down farmhouse when he could afford a much nicer home.
The truth, he knew, would be too ridiculous for anyone to believe.

He had bought it for her. A stranger, yes, but a woman he’d
felt an instant connection with. He sensed she felt the same. If things went well,
maybe someday they’d live in the house together, work side-by-side fixing it
up. Raise their children.

But one thing at a time. Tonight was an important beginning,
and he wouldn’t blow it. He’d make sure that by the end of the night, she’d be
aching to come back for more.

Years of experience had taught him what most women wanted.
They wanted a strong man who could be vulnerable at the right time. They wanted
a man who could make demands, take control, but also give back more than he
received. They wanted a man who would listen to them when they needed to vent
without shoving solutions down their throats.

He could be all those things for her, and more.

After giving up on his hair, he went outside, climbed into
his car, and drove to her home. His body was tense with expectation, his cock
already at full staff before he’d gotten within a couple miles of her home.
Memories alone stirred him to aching arousal. He parked, adjusted his pants to
try to hide the telltale bulge. Finally accepting it was futile, he walked to
the door. She’d know exactly how thrilled he was to see her. That wouldn’t be
such a bad thing. Nervous, he knocked and waited.

She smiled as she opened the door, and the sight of her
nearly drove him mad with desire. As requested, she wore the skimpy black
leather dress she’d had on last night. The dark leather was a striking contrast
to her pale skin. And the deep plunging neckline showed off delectable cleavage
that he ached to explore with fingers and tongue.

“Hi,” she cooed.

“Ready?”

“I’m starving. Dinner first?”

“Absolutely.” He motioned for her to walk ahead of him.

The extra-short skirt showed off her long, slim legs to
perfection, and hugged her surprisingly round ass, he noted as she turned to
close the front door then brushed past him toward the car.

Licking his lips and wishing he were licking that ass, he
followed her, shut her car door, then went around to the driver’s side and took
his seat. “We can do one of two things, and I’ll leave it up to you. I have no
preference.” He glanced her way, and immediately doubted his ability to
concentrate on driving. “I don’t want to look like a cheapskate, but I’d like
some privacy. So, either we can go get something takeout from a nice restaurant
and go back to the house and eat, or we can go inside and eat at the restaurant
of your choice. You decide.”

She chuckled. “You made that decision easy by asking me to
wear this. I might not mind being dressed like this at a BDSM nightclub, but I
wouldn’t want to wear it at a five-star restaurant.”

He nearly slapped himself upside his head. “I should have
thought of that. I swear it was an honest oversight. Would you rather go inside
and change? You can bring that along for later.”

Her cheeks turned a sexy shade of pink and his balls
tightened. He couldn’t wait to see more of that flush on her neck, chest…lower…

“Oh, that’s okay. I vote for carryout. How about steak?”

“Sounds perfect. I’m always game for a nice rare hunk of
meat.”

“Me, too.”

He peered her way and caught a playful smile. His drawers
grew instantly snug, and he thanked whatever god was responsible for the
blessing sitting next to him. Then he pulled out of her driveway, and
chattering about nothing and everything, drove to the steakhouse. After
parking, calling in the order from his cell phone, he shifted his body to face
her.

It would be so easy to give in to the other hunger. The one
that wasn’t housed in his stomach. The one that was scorching him from the
inside out. No doubt about it, tonight would be sheer torture—good torture, but
extremely uncomfortable nonetheless.

The coy smile had vanished from Britt’s face, replaced by a
shy, nervous one. “This is so awkward.”

“Just be yourself, Britt. No need to be nervous.” He reached
for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Tonight I just want to focus on
getting to know you.”

Relief softened her formerly tense expression and her eyes
widened, making her look so painfully innocent and trusting he wanted to wrap
his arms around her and pull her to him. “Really?”

“Did you assume we’d skip the beginning part and just go for
the other stuff?”

She lifted her free hand and pulled at a lock of hair
fluttering across her face on a breeze. She tucked it behind her ear.
“Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect. We didn’t really talk about it last
night.”

“My fault. I should have been more specific.”

“It’s not that big of a deal. I know now, so we can go from
here and just see what happens.”

“Good.” I know what I’d like to happen. “So, why don’t you
tell me more about yourself. Thanks to the closing paperwork, I know a few
basic facts about you, but I’d like to know more.”

“Like what?” Pulling at the hem of her skirt, she crossed
her legs. Her thighs were trim and firm. Absolutely perfect. His palm itched to
slide over the satiny skin.

“Like do you work out? You look very fit.”

“I do, but not as often as I should. Maybe a couple of times
a week. In between, I try to watch what I eat. Follow my own version of the
low-carb diet.”

Whatever you’re doing, it’s working. “You will eat tonight,
won’t you?”

“Oh! Absolutely!” She smiled and he suppressed a sigh. Her
eyes glittered like diamonds. Her whole face lit up. She was a glorious sight.
“I never let a good steak dinner go to waste. Meat, potatoes, bread. I won’t
leave a bit of it for the dogs.”

“Good. I like to see a woman who’s not afraid to eat in
front of a man. No need to pretend. I want you to be yourself.”

“In that case, how about ordering some dessert, too? I love
that brownie-ice cream thingy they make here. It’s sinful.”

Sinful, like you are in that dress.
“Glad to.”
Sporting a huge hard-on, and not wanting to walk into the restaurant and show
everyone what he had on his mind, he called in the dessert order with his cell
phone.

Seconds later, a waitress carted a large brown bag out to
their car, handed it to Andre through the car window, and returned inside with
Andre’s cash payment tucked in her apron pocket. Andre, drooling both because
of the scent of the food and the sight of the gorgeous woman sitting beside
him, drove the few miles to his place. Then he parked, grabbed the bag, opened
Britt’s car door and ushered her to his front door, his gaze straying to her
ass every chance it could. He tripped over a porch step and bumped into her
back, and he had to fight the urge to drop the food, grab her body and press
her firmly against him.

But he didn’t do it.

Proud of himself for maintaining control, he reached around
her, slid the key into the lock and opened the door.

She stepped inside and glanced around the living room. “You
painted. It looks very nice. And the wood floors. Wow! Did you install new
ones?”

“Oh no, these are the original floors. I sanded and
refinished them.”

“Really? I’d never have thought they could look this great.”
She smiled up at him and he returned the warm expression with one of his own.