The Dom with the Dark Eyes (2 page)

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Linsey
gulped. She’d been so turned on by his act she’d taken a few moments to slip
away, hide in the shrubbery and finger herself to a climax. Now one look at
him, her masked Dom, and she accepted coming had been a waste of time. She was
as wet and horny as she had been before. Perhaps even more.

She’d
always been happy to switch. To be a Domme or a sub, as the mood took her, and
enjoy either giving or receiving whatever she and her partner chose. She’d also
known from an early age she was bi. She loved men and women in equal measures,
never knew what or who would take her fancy and was happy about it.

 
Until Laura. Linsey had fallen for Laura
deeply and thought Laura had felt the same. However one major part of Linsey’s
make up stood in their way of happiness. Laura couldn’t accept Linsey’s
bisexuality.

Eventually,
they’d decided enough was enough and their relationship had floundered before
it even really started. For several months now Linsey had known something was
missing in her life and until that moment still had been.

Not
anymore.

“Well?”
Sir of the dark eyes looked at her intently.

“Well,
yes but.” She laughed nervously and rubbed her hands over her cloak. “I can’t
say I want you to run fire over me, but other than that I’m open to
suggestions.

 
“No fire it is, sweet Cherry.”

His
voice with its hint of what… a Welsh accent maybe…unfurled around her like a
cocoon of promises.

“Come
with me.” He held out his hand and she took it gladly. As a step into the
unknown it was a biggie, but Linsey reasoned she was in the garden of Tay and
Julia, this man must be a friend of theirs, and he’d said he was into the
lifestyle. Well at a celebration for a collaring he couldn’t be anything else.
It wasn’t something many vanilla friends would understand or subscribe to,
especially as the entertainment had included a whipping exhibition Linsey had
seen before and knew was pretty hard core.

They
crossed the lawn and headed for a gravel path, which meandered through a
shrubbery toward the high stone wall that surrounded the property. In the half
darkness Linsey stumbled over a stone. She’d put the dratted heels on and was
suffering for it. Sir of the dark eyes stopped walking, looked at her feet and
swung her effortlessly into his arms.

 
“I could say go barefoot for your stupidity in
wearing shoes you so obviously can’t cope with. However, as any marks on you
are going to be made by me, sweet Cherry, this is better this time. Hold on,
not far now.” He keyed in a set of numbers on a pad on the wall and slipped through
a now open gateway and into the lane behind.

“Color,
sweet Cherry?”

Co…?
She realized he must mean because they’d left the confines of the garden.

Go for it.
She almost told herself to live
dangerously for once, but that was definitely not it. Not dangerous, more alive
perhaps?
“Oh green, Sir.”

He
nodded, kicked the gate shut and strode away down the lane. “Part of me says to
tell you you’re stupid, the other part rejoices in your trust. I won’t let you
down.”

 
The click of the lock as it snibbed was like a
signal that one part of her life had ended and the next just begun.

Chapter Two

Rad
opened the gate to his own home some five houses down the lane, and strode up
the path towards the sunroom where he’d left a light on.

 
Even though the garden was dotted with sparkling,
low level lights that twinkled in the darkness, it was so much easier to
navigate by the welcoming glow of indoors.

“You
live here?” Cherry asked him softly.

“Yeah
for now. Will it do?”

 
She giggled. “More than, I should think. It’s
welcoming.”

 
“Good.” That was what he’d aimed for when he’d
had it built to his specifications. He hoped the next occupants would enjoy it
as much as he had.

“Hold
on a sec.” Rad set her down on her feet while he opened the door and then
picked her up again. As he entered the house with his precious burden he remembered
something. He’d dragged her away before supper was served. “Are you hungry? We
didn’t wait for food.”

 
“Only for you,” she said and he heard the
sincerity in her voice.

 
“Good, then can I say let’s adjourn to my
playroom?”

 
Cheery twisted in his arms to look up at him.
“You have one here?”

 
He nodded. “I prefer to play in privacy.” He
didn’t see the point of mentioning it was going to be dismantled the week
after.

Why
did she look downcast for a moment? Or did she? It was such a brief expression,
Rad wasn’t sure. Before he had a chance to ask her, Cherry spoke again.

 
“Then by all means, yes please.”

 
It was the words he hoped to hear.

 
“As my sub?”

 
She grinned. “For now.”

He
kissed her nose—the easiest part of her to touch with his lips.

“That’s
good enough and I like the sound of, for now.”

“So
do I, Sir. So do I. I’m not into commitment.”

Now
why did that not satisfy him? Surely, neither was he?

“One
perfect night?”

“Sounds,
well,” she laughed softly. “Perfect.”

Rad
took the stairs to his playroom two at a time, carried her inside and once more
deposited her on her feet. He wondered what she’d think of the room with its many
items of equipment and the one long floor to ceiling window that led onto a
large balcony. To those not in the know it would seem that if you stood in
front of the glass you’d be on view to the world. Unless he chose to tell them
it was one way. Rad had no intentions of scaring his neighbors.

 
“Take off that cloak, Cherry and let me see
you.” It was his Dom’s attitude. He saw the moment it registered and she
slipped into her subbie mind set.

It
was so bloody satisfying to watch her dip her head, untie the ribbons at her throat
and let the cloak fall, to pool in a shimmering silk pile at her feet.

“Look
at me, sweet Cherry.”

She
lifted her head and looked at him from behind her mask. Rad understood that was
the one thing she’d keep on. Fair enough, so would he. This was a single night
of hot as hell madness. As his dad would have said, no names, no pack drill.

“Do
we play first and fuck later or the other way round?”

****

Linsey
bit her lip, and Sir with the dark eyes frowned.

“What
did I say about marks?”

 
Oh lord she’d forgotten that, which was
surprising as it was something in her Domme persona she insisted on.

“Sorry,
Sir. And Sir, it’s up to you, which we do first.”

 
He nodded. “How are your feet?”

“Eh?
Oh, fine without shoes. I tend to go barefoot most of the time.”

Sir
grinned. “Oh good. Then I suggest you remove your stockings, and teddy give
them to me, and then open the door to the balcony.”

He
leaned on the wall and obviously waited to see what she’d do.

Later
he thought she might wonder how he got her into her sub mindset so easily. But
for now she seemed to accept it without second thoughts. Very slowly she
unrolled her stockings and passed them to Sir. Then she slid the shoulder straps
lower, let them and her teddy slip down her body, to join the cloak on the
floor.

Her
smile was one of a houri as she picked the teddy up and handed it to him.

“Thank
you, Cherry.”

“Sir.”

****

 
Linsey walked toward the door set beside the long
large window and swallowed. It was good to see outside, but conversely that
meant everything anyone did inside was a free show for the great outdoors. Was
she up for that? Was it much different to playing in Dommissimma?

Well,
yes, but…

If Sir thinks it’s okay so do I.

She
opened the door and waited.

“Go
outside and lean on the balcony looking out. You’ll see two grab handles. Hold
them.”

The
way he spoke, the fact she couldn’t see him, and even if she turned he’d only
get a view of his mask with those deep eyes shining through the holes made for
them, made her clit throb.

Oh my.
Erotic and arousing thoughts
flooded her mind as she did as he bade her. Her juices coated her cunt and legs
and her nipples were still mimicking nails. She stepped out onto a large tree-
and shrub-decked balcony and approached the balustrade.

As
she positioned herself as Sir requested, the just above waist height, smooth,
golden—or so it looked in the low lights that skirted the base—stone, the
barrier between her and the garden suddenly seemed flimsy.

Linsey
had never had vertigo before but now? Whether it was the wine or anticipation
she had no idea, but now the horizon swayed, and she grasped the top of the
wall until her knuckles went white.

Then
she remembered Sir’s diktat.

 
Thank goodness for the grabs
. She took one in each hand and
held on for dear life. Gradually the horizon stayed where it should be. Linsey
let out her breath in relief. How galling it would be to cry red because you
were going to faint from fear of falling, not flying.

“To
approach you from the rear is a sweet torture, sweet Cherry.”

 
Oh god does he know what that voice does to
me?
He couldn’t,
but she did. Her body tightened, and she shivered.

“Are
you cold? Apprehensive? Need to talk?”

Linsey
shook her head. “No, none of them. I’m excited.” There was no need to
dissemble.

Something
velvety stroked her back. The soft texture tickled and she wriggled as the
sensations moved lower and stopped at the top of her buttocks.

“I
think, sweet Cherry, I’m going to make your ass the color of your name then fuck
you senseless. Does that sound acceptable to you? A sweet sting and an even
sweeter release?”

“Oh,
god, yes,” Linsey said, fervently. “All of it.”

He
laughed. “Sweet Cherry. Then do I need to fasten you?”

“No,
Sir. I’m green.”

“Then
keep your feet where I put them.” He nudged her legs and Linsey discovered
there were indentations for her to stand in that spread her out like a
starfish.

 
At least I’m secure now. Even if my all is on
show.
But then
wasn’t that what he intended?

Sir
of the dark eyes pushed gently on her back and the smooth warm stone caressed
her tummy. Her breasts pressed into the top of the balustrade and the slight
roughness of its surface increased her awareness and the invisible cord that
connected her nipples to her clit tightened in anticipation of what she hoped
would come.

The
first thud was just that. Nothing special, nothing to make her cream. Pleasant
but no more.

Linsey
wasn’t aware she moaned her disappointment, and started to turn to look at him.
He put his palm to her head and pushed gently so she faced forward again.

“Sweet
Cherry, do you think that’s it? I thought you’d know I intend to warm you up
slowly.” He rubbed her ass and then pinched it hard. “No, don’t turn around.
Just close your eyes and let the feelings fill you.”

She
felt the nip a lot more than the flogger.

The
flails caressed her ass like a lover. Three or four strokes that hinted of
things to come.

The
next strike thudded harder. The next stung. The following one hurt.

Linsey
let her breath out in one long whoosh. This was pain, real pain. After each two
strokes, Sir rubbed her tortured flesh gently. He spoke to her, encouraged and
praised her in a soft voice. Soothed her and lifted her higher.

Her
ass was on fire, and she loved it. Usually Linsey struggled to let go. This
time all that mattered was the sting of the flogger, the cadence of his voice
and her need to do as he said.

“Sweet
Cherry, fly for me now, it’s all for you.” He pinched her clit as he struck her
harder and deeper than before. “Let yourself go. Don’t think, just go.”

Linsey
had no idea where she was or who she was except his. She floated into subspace
and stayed there. She didn’t climax; that wasn’t what this was about. This was
her chance to do as her Sir asked her and to be rewarded with this sense of
well being. Her choice to let go and let him take over.

The
next thing she knew was she was wrapped in a soft woolen blanket and held by a
strong pair of arms.

She
wriggled.

“Cherry,
if you do that my cock will be up your ass before you can say subbing. I had
thought we might go conventional for the first time.” He kissed the nape of her
neck and she sighed. That was romantic. “Do you want some salve rubbed in?”

Weirdly,
so was that.

 
Linsey had forgotten what it was like to be
romantic with a man.

 
She giggled. “Sorry, Sir. Ah… Um…” Grief, that
was so not her. Um’s and Ah’s weren’t generally in her vocabulary. “No salve
and well, I’d like conventional,” she paused and ran her tongue over her lips. “This
time.”

His
dick jerked.

“That’s
fucking hot,” he said hoarsely. “Bloody hell, such a small thing, and it’s got
me ready to come like a randy schoolboy.”

“Really?
Oh, Sir we can’t have that now, can we?” Linsey did it again, smiled and then
raised one eyebrow as he pinched her ear.

“Minx.
Drink some water.”

She
nodded, suddenly thirsty and sipped the water he handed her. “Thank you, that’s
great.” She put the bottle down, shrugged off the blanket, and twisted on his
lap to straddle his legs. For the first time she realized he was as naked as
she —except they both wore their masks. Somehow that made her even more hot and
wet. It was bloody sexy and erotic. To know all of him so intimately and not
know him otherwise was a turn on such as she’d never experienced before. Linsey
mentally groaned. If she’d have known that he was unclothed earlier there was
no way she’d have been able to be a good little sub and not check him out.

Time to take charge, I think.
Her clit throbbed so hard the
sensations vied with that of his flogger on her skin to be the most intense.

“Then,
Sir, I think I’d better help you out.” She looked about her and noticed they
were sitting in a large squashy armchair in a lounge decorated in shades of
brown and gold. “Where do you suggest?”

He
pinched her nipples and rubbed them. “There’s a nice conventional bed along the
corridor. Or an even nicer playroom next to it.”

“Bed
first, playroom after?” she suggested. “Inside it, not out?”

“Sounds
good to me.” He put his arms around her waist and stood with her still sat on
his thighs.

Linsey
laughed and wound her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

Sir
grunted and walked out of the room with his human limpet. His cock bobbed and
stroked her ass. Linsey wished she had three hands. She needed two to hold on,
but boy she’d so like to take his cock and stroke it.

“Bed,
my lady. Let go now.” Sir’s voice acted like a catalyst and she immediately did
as he said. He dropped her none too gently onto a bed and followed her.

The
mattress bounced and he was over her before she had time to blink. He nudged
her legs apart.

“Now,
Cherry, for fuck sake let me fuck you now. And shit I have no fucking
vocabulary. I do have condoms at the ready though.” He picked several foil packets
up from the bedside table and let them fall over them like shiny raindrops.

She
giggled, light hearted and aroused. “Well, rubber up, fuck it, and fuck me
then.”