The Lonely Dominant (13 page)

She stood up, keeping her head down and said, "Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome, Clara," I said as she walked down to the basement.

Fifteen minutes later, I stood outside the door, organizing my thoughts and trying to step back into my Dominant role. We'd had such a light and playful evening and I could feel how at ease she was with me, so that made it harder to mentally prepare. When she thanked me for her birthday present at the restaurant and suggested we come back home, I had no idea she'd want to enter the playroom. I had imagined making slow, passionate love to her, but this was her birthday and I wanted to give her everything she wanted.

I opened the door and found her waiting, naked, on her knees. I slowly walked toward her then circled her, placing my hand on her shoulder. She jumped at my touch.

"Since this isn't our normal time in the playroom," I said. "I don't want you to serve me orally tonight. Will that be okay with you?"

"I want whatever pleases you, sir," she quietly said.

"You understand that it's not a punishment, just a request?" I knew she liked sucking me off, and even though she wanted to submit to me on her birthday, I still wanted to make this evening about her.

"Yes, sir," she said. "You know what's best for us."

"Good girl." I began circling her again.

I was helping her get into her subspace, and I'd learned through these past few months, mild intimidation usually did the trick for her. It was the fastest way for her to get in the correct mind frame. The more focused and confident she was, the less likely she was to make a mistake. But, for me, Clara making a mistake wasn't the concern. I wanted her to be confident and unafraid to try new things here in this room. We were growing in this lifestyle and the more we grew, the more satisfied we became.

I walked over to the cross and tugged on the shackle. It made a loud noise when it hit the post. She jumped at the sound, but quickly repositioned herself. She always started off jittery, but after a few minutes she would find her rhythm.

"Come to me."

She slowly stood up and walked over to where I was standing.

"Do you remember what happened the last time I bound you to my cross?"

"I disobeyed you," she said, but quickly added, "sir."

I saw the disappointment in her face.

"I think we should try again." I took her hand and positioned her in front of the cross. I slowly shackled her wrists, and then her ankles, before standing up and placing the blindfold over her eyes. Her breathing picked up, as it often did when she was anticipating what was coming next.

"How are you feeling?" I said, knowing she knew what I wanted to hear.

"Green, sir." She was always so eager.

"Perfect, my sweet girl," I said against her jaw. "You know you can use the safe word at any time."

"Yes, sir."

My cock was already uncomfortable against the zipper of my jeans, but I didn't want to rush this. I regretted not letting her relieve me with her hot mouth. At least then, I would have been able to concentrate on something other than the ache between my legs.

I didn't want to use the riding crop, because I wasn't sure either one of us was ready for that again, so I pulled the feather I'd planned to use on her from my pocket.

"Don't vocalize," I said.

I moved as close as I could to her body without actually touching her, but I knew she could feel my presence. I was close enough to smell her perfume and feel her warm breath against my lips. I took the feather and lightly ran it over her erect nipples, making sure to circle them a few times, getting her nice and hot for more.

She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and gently bit down on it, doing her best to suppress her pleasure.

"Such a good girl." I trailed the feather down her stomach, moving it over her right hipbone, then down the side of her leg. When she smiled, I realized she was ticklish at the spot just below her hip. I'd have to remember that for a future game.

I pressed my lips to hers because I couldn't resist kissing her as I moved the feather between her thighs, brushing it at her entrance. I made sure to let my fingers stroke her bare pussy before moving the feather over her mound.

"I love when you've just been waxed. You know I have a hard time resisting when you're completely bare."

I licked my way down her neck, over her tits, then to her stomach, taking my time to swirl my tongue inside her belly button. I looked up at her beautiful face and watched as she held in a giggle. I smiled at her, breaking my Dom mode, because I knew she couldn't see me through the blindfold.

I dropped to my knees, abandoning the feather and replacing it with my tongue.

I slowly licked her inner thighs before working my way up to her hot, sweet pussy. She pulled against the ankle restraints and thrust her hips in the direction of my face when I blew against her.

"It doesn't seem fair that I'm getting such a precious gift on your birthday, does it? A freshly waxed pussy for me to feast on."

She shifted her feet and I could tell she was struggling to stay quiet as I worked my tongue against her slit, and then pushed the tip of it inside her.

"Hmm," I said against her lower lips. "My favorite taste. This is much sweeter than any raspberry cheesecake I've ever sampled."

The only sound that could be heard around the room was her labored breathing as she struggled to hold in her pleasure. I smiled against her and then said, "Let me hear you."

"Ahh," she said as I flattened my tongue against her entrance, almost feeling her relief over being able to speak. "Yes, sir."

I slowly licked her folds, before finding her clit and gently biting down on it. I sucked it between my lips as I pushed two fingers inside her. She was so wet, and I could tell from the way she was thrashing against the restraints she was extremely sensitive.

A few more well-placed swipes of my tongue and she was exploding with aftershocks.

"Sir!" She screamed as her legs buckled beneath her. I licked her a few more times before pulling my fingers out and then kissing and sucking my way back up her trembling body covered in a fresh sheen of cool sweat. My breath caused her to break out in goose bumps.

I took her face roughly between my hands and fiercely kissed her lips as I pushed my jean-clad dick against her stomach. I needed her more than I ever thought possible. I unzipped my pants and lowered them over my hips.

"What color are we?" I said against her neck in a low, raspy voice. "Can I take you against the Cross?"

I knew her shoulders were probably beginning to hurt, and if she was uncomfortable, I had to find out.

"Green, sir," she said. "Please, green."

I pulled the blindfold from her eyes and she blinked a few times before lowering her gaze to the floor.

So submissive.

I titled her chin up and pressed my mouth against hers as I grabbed my cock and ran it along her pussy. I was dripping with pre-come and it took all of my strength not to ram myself balls deep inside her.

"Get up on your toes." I had to align us properly, if this was going to work. I continued to run the tip of my cock along her folds as I kissed her neck. She shivered against me, but not because she was cold.

"This might not feel right at first." I slipped inside her, causing her to grunt. "If it's too uncomfortable or it hurts, I need you to tell me. Can I trust you to do that?"

"Yeah, I mean yes, sir."

I knew she was in a defenseless position, being bound and standing up, but I'd wanted to try this ever since I'd bought the damn cross.

I flattened her back flush against the cross as I pushed inside her tight core, hitting her from an all-new angle.

"Ahh," I said. She was tight, wet, and warm, and I had to cease my movements for a few seconds because I was afraid she'd have me blowing my load prematurely.

She sighed against my lips and judging from the way she was pulling against the restraints, I knew she needed me to continue. I gripped her hips and pulled her lower half up as she arched her back. It took us a few attempts before we found our tempo, but once we did, it was fuckin' fantastic.

"Clara," I said against her jaw. "You feel so good."

"Hmm . . . ."

Our bodies were slick with sweat as we slapped against one another. The aroma of her arousal filled the air. The energy between us was simply intoxicating, and as I slammed harder into her, I was like a man possessed. Sex was always hot with her, but this was a whole new experience altogether. I felt as if nothing else existed but the two of us.

Our breathing picked up and I could feel my impending climax getting ready to take over my entire body. She trembled against me and I felt her muscles clench around my cock as I quickly moved in and out of her. Because I was standing, I was able to move at a more rapid pace than usual.

"Sir," she said, but she didn't scream out. She had this relaxed look on her face as she softly let go.

After two or three hard and fast thrusts, I came, long and deep, continuing to move inside her. I didn't think I'd ever stop releasing. I squeezed her hips so hard I was sure her pale skin would bruise, but I couldn't control the beast that had been unleashed during that encounter. I had lost all control of my senses, feeling nothing but her.

I roughly kissed her as I pulled out and moved back. She dropped her head and let out the breath she must have been holding, long and exaggerated. I could see how content she was. I ran my fingers through my hair before moving back to her and releasing her wrists, kissing each of them and then gently massaging her shoulders. I kneeled down and released her ankles, but she didn't move.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, sir." Her voice was strained.

"Did I hurt you?" The sex was pretty intense and I was afraid I'd caused her pain, slamming her against that cross.

"No, sir," she said. "It was just different."

"What do you mean?"

"It was as if only you and I existed," she said. "I felt only you."

I know exactly what she means.

I picked her up and carried her to our bedroom. She looked exhausted, but I wanted to hold her before we got ready for bed.

"Thank you for submitting to me tonight." I sat in the chair in the corner of the room, hugging her to my chest. She shivered, so I grabbed the throw that was draped over the back of the chair and wrapped her in it.

"The scene is over and we're out of the playroom." I wanted her to know I didn't want her submitting to me now. I noticed that she slipped in and out of her role more easily when we were finished playing, and that put me more at ease. I loved dominating her, but I didn't want to do that all the time, especially now that we were growing closer and becoming more involved with one another.

"Thank you for agreeing to this tonight," she said. "I know you didn't have to."

"I wanted to. Our sessions are getting more intense, and tonight was so deep. I'm glad we went into the playroom."

Initially, when she asked, I worried that going there was another sign she could want me only as her Dom, but once we stepped into our roles, it became as natural as breathing. It didn't matter what night of the week it happened to be: the only thing that did matter was we were together.

"It was as if I was lost in you and my mind was focused on only us," she said.

"You know?"

"I know. I felt the same way."

"What do you think that meant? We were both so taken by the whole scene. It was almost spiritual. Does that make sense?"

"It does." I smiled as I kissed the top of her head. "I think we're growing on this journey."

"You're definitely becoming a stronger Dominant," she said. "And, your presence in the playroom puts me right where I need to be. I crave that side of you."

"Is that why you wanted to play tonight?" I appreciated that she desired that side of me, but a part of me still wanted her to want the non-Dominant me, too.

She nodded.

"I had an amazing birthday." She rested her head against my shoulder and yawned.

"Maybe we should get ready for bed," I said. "I have an early conference call and you have classes all day."

"Okay." She yawned again as she hopped out of my lap. "I'm going to take a shower. Will you join me?"

"I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Can I fill the tub instead?" she said. "My shoulders are kind of sore."

"Sure." I smiled. "I'll slip in behind you and massage them."

"Thanks." She leaned down and slowly kissed me, letting her lips linger on mine for a few seconds. "I had a really great birthday."

"It isn't over yet." I brushed the back of my hand over her cheek.

"I'll start the bath water." She smiled as she turned around and walked toward the bathroom, wiggling her naked ass as she went.

She had my dick hard again.

By the time I made my way back to her, she was already fully submerged in a tub full of bubbles. The bathroom smelled of vanilla and was already engulfed in steam.

The only light came from the various flickering candles she had placed around the tub.

I put a brandy on the edge of the tub and climbed in behind her.

"I thought maybe that would relax you before bed," I said as she settled against my chest.

Her skin was so soft. I loved the way it felt, pressed against mine. She took a sip of her drink and placed it back on the edge as I rubbed her shoulders.

"Hmm . . . ." she said. "That's perfect."

"You'll probably be sore in the morning," I said, thinking back to our recent play session.

"It'll be worth it." I could feel her muscles surrendering under my touch. I slowly moved my hands down to the center of her back and dug my fingers into the sides of her spine, working on those tendons.

She sank back down against me, moving her head up so she could look at me. I softly kissed her lips, tasting the fresh brandy on her tongue. As we kissed, she ran her fingers up and down my thighs, then turned around to straddle me.

"This was supposed to be a relaxing bath, remember?" I said, because now my cock had so many other ideas, and there was no way I'd be drifting off to sleep without some relief.