The Lonely Dominant (3 page)

I gently stroked her cheek; her skin was so warm. "You're so beautiful."

She continued to look down, but I wanted to see her eyes. "Look at me."

She quickly raised her head and smiled.

"Did I make you uncomfortable?"

She shook her head. "No one's ever called me beautiful before."

"Well, that doesn't seem right at all. How could anyone have never stated the obvious?"

"I was an awkward child," she said. "My auburn hair and green eyes didn't exactly make me a Georgia peach back home. I was a late bloomer and didn't really come into my own until I got to Princeton."

"You're in full bloom now, aren't you?"

She smiled.

"And, I much prefer a rose to a peach any day."

She shifted in her seat. Apparently she wasn't used to being complimented, and it clearly made her uneasy.

"I can't stop thinking about you. I keep wondering what it would be like to do this." I leaned in and slowly pressed my mouth to hers. She parted her lips and allowed me to deepen the kiss. I inserted my tongue and massaged it against hers, causing her to sigh against my mouth. I felt her body relax under my touch. She was submitting to me, and that made my dominant side push to the surface. I needed her closer, so I broke the kiss and pulled her into my lap.

She backed away, momentarily shocked by my abruptness. "I won't make you do anything you don't want to." I wanted to assure her that anything we did was completely up to her. I'd been a little hesitant to initiate anything after she thought I wanted to pay her for sex. "Do you want me to stop?"

She shook her head as she leaned into me again. I took her face between my hands and kissed her the way I'd wanted to the first time I saw her. I was forceful and passionate, but she was very responsive. I twisted one hand in her hair as I trailed the other down her arm and rested it on her upper thigh. She ever so slightly parted her legs for me, so I took that as an invitation and moved my hand to her inner thigh as I continued to fiercely kiss her. She was wearing a tight, little, jean skirt with a pair of black leggings. I'd had images of ripping those tights from her body ever since she'd come down the stairs tonight, and the thought of how close my hand was to her sweet, little pussy made my dick painfully hard. I wanted a release tonight, and I didn't want to have to be the only one to get it done.

I shifted her body so she was straddling me, and slowly moved my hands under her blouse, sliding them up her ribcage and over her lace-covered breasts. She let out a small moan at the contact, causing me to smile against her lips. I ghosted my thumbs over her aroused nipples as I covered her mouth with mine. Those sexy little noises she made drove me insane. My hips arched into her, so she could feel what she was doing to me.

She gasped, as she pushed her center into me.

"Alec." She pressed her lips into my jaw.

"I've been thinking about taking you for weeks. I can't sleep or even think straight. I want you, Clara." I thrust my hips into her again
. Dry humping never felt so
good!

"I want—" she tried to finish, but she got distracted when I moved my fingers inside her bra and ran them over her hardened nipples. "Alec . . . ."

"Tell me what you want." I spoke against her mouth as we continued to rock against one another. "I need to hear it."

"I want you to touch me."

"Where?" I removed my hands from her breasts and unbuttoned her blouse. I yearned for her; my body was physically aching.

"Everywhere," she said. "Touch me anywhere you want." Her voice was thick with desire. We were moving way too fast, but I didn't care. I wanted her, and I was letting my body lead the way. I slipped her blouse from her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. I slid my hands up her back and unclasped her bra, pulling it from her and letting it join her discarded blouse. She tensed up and tried to bring her arms to her chest.

I grabbed them, and pinned them to the sides of her body.

"No." I stared at her bare chest, noticing her blush spread across her breasts.

Her tits were just as I'd imagined they'd be. They were full and perky, and she probably didn't even need to wear a bra.
I just might have to suggest that in the future.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful," I said. "And, I'll keep telling you until you believe it."

I swung around, pushed her back onto the couch, then lowered my face to her alluring nipples. I swirled the tip of my tongue around her tight bud, blowing my warm breath against her skin. She tasted like vanilla, and I grew harder just thinking about what the treasure between her legs would taste like. I moved to her other nipple and repeated my actions. She writhed underneath me as she arched her back to offer me more. I took more of her breast into my mouth as I sucked and nipped at her hard peak.

She twisted her fingers in my hair, and pressed her body against mine as she rubbed her center along my just-about-ready-to-burst cock.

I couldn't take it! I had to create a bit of distance between her pussy and my dick before I ripped our clothes off and rammed inside her without thinking. I was trying to savor the moment. I licked my way down her stomach, stopping just at the button of her skirt. She looked down at me with desperate eyes as I slid my hands up her thighs and underneath her skirt, quickly yanking her tights down her hips and legs. I slowly pulled her boots off, and then removed the tights completely. I leisurely kissed my way back up her body, lingering at the soft skin behind her knees as I took her calf in my hand and bent her leg, exposing her milky thighs to me. I nibbled on her inner skin as I moved my hand to the waistband of her soaking wet panties.

Just as I was about to slide them down, she propped herself up on her elbows and stared at me. The skin between her eyebrows crinkled, and her cheeks were that beautiful shade of red. I was growing accustomed to how quickly I could embarrass her, but there was no room for her shy ways now. I was on a mission.

"My sweet girl," I said, as I rubbed her inner thigh with my fingertips. "What is it?"

"I've never had anyone do this to me." She motioned between her legs as she lowered her eyes.

Fuck, am I seducing a virgin?

That thought had never crossed my mind. The revelation could put a damper on my plans. Not that I minded molding and teaching; actually, that was kind of sexy, thinking I could be the first to explore this goddess.

"Look at me," I said. "Are you a virgin?"

She shook her head, but she still wouldn't make eye contact.

"Clara, I asked you to look at me." She quickly obeyed me as her eyes met mine.

"If you're not inexperienced, what's the problem?"

"I've done it only one time," she said. "Two years ago, with a guy I thought I loved, but he dumped me the next day."

"What an idiot he was. How could anyone leave you?"

She smiled at my words, but I could see this was difficult for her. "So, you see, I am inexperienced."

"That's nothing to be ashamed of."

She bit her trembling bottom lip.

"Do you want to explore with me?" I lowered my mouth and gently bit her thigh, licking over the fresh mark I'd left behind. "Do you want me to show you how I can make you feel, night after night?" I ran my fingers over her lace-covered entrance and then gently tugged on her panties. "Can I show you?"

"Yes," she said, throwing her head back and settling against the cushions.

Yes, her inexperience could definitely be an advantage here. She wouldn't have any bad habits. I slowly slipped her panties down her legs and off her body. I hiked her skirt up over her hips, as she sank back down into the sofa and squeezed her eyes shut.

Next time, I would command her to sit up and watch as I licked her. She needed to see how eager I was. I gently spread her legs apart and ran my nose up and down her wet slit. She smelled delectable, and I couldn't wait to dive in. But, she was so tense.

"Relax for me." I spoke against her warmth.

"I'll try," she said. "I want you to do this."

That was all a man needed to hear. I pushed two fingers inside her tight sex and began to pump in and out. Her muscles were so constricted, and I moaned at the thought of her being wrapped around my swollen cock. I worked my thumb against her clit.

"Alec . . . ." She raised her hips off the couch, causing my fingers to slip even deeper. "Oh, God."

No, my sweet little thing, it's not God making you feel this way.

I couldn't wait any longer; her juices were dripping down my hand, and I could tell by the way she was moving and screaming she was going to come, so I removed my fingers, spread her lower lips, then delved in with my tongue.

"Alec, umm . . . I . . . ." Her legs quivered against my shoulders, and I felt her climax approaching as her body tensed against my hold. I was definitely going to have to work on her control. She was going to have to learn how to hold out longer, but since she hadn't been touched in two years, I could overlook this.

I moved my tongue at a fierce pace, pushing her over the edge. She violently shook as she released into my mouth. I lapped up everything she gave to me. She continued to shudder as I cleaned her juices from her thighs with my eager tongue. I couldn't get enough of her.

I moved back up her body, placing lazy kisses along her abdomen and breasts.

Once I reached her lips, she turned her head slightly. I took her chin between my thumb and forefinger and returned her face to my mouth. I found it so easy to slip into a dominant role with her. My inner voice was screaming there was a reason I'd met her.

"You need to see why I enjoyed that so much." I lightly kissed her lips, waiting to see her response. I expected her to pull away from me, but she surprised me by pushing her tongue into my mouth to sample a taste of herself. I pulled her closer to my face and gave her access to my tongue. She licked the side of it and then sucked it into her mouth, moving her head back and forth. I couldn't escape the images of those plump, little lips wrapped around my cock as I pulled her hair and guided her up and down me. She was going to be the death of me, and I hadn't even fucked her yet. That would come, but not tonight. I realized we had other things to discuss first.

I broke the kiss and gently stroked her hair. "Thank you for letting me be the first to bring you that pleasure. You don't know how it pleases me."

I continued to stare at her for a few moments, occasionally placing a soft kiss on her lips.

"I want to please you," she said. "I can't explain it, but I have these urges to make you happy."

"What do you mean?" I said, figuring we might as well put it all on the table.

"Ever since I met you, there's just been something about you. It's the way you act, and you always seem to have control over everything. It's really sexy."

I smirked, because she got me completely.

"When I hear you on the phone for work, you just say what needs to be done.

You never ask, and you always get results. There are times when I think I want you to talk to me that way. Is there something wrong with me? I can't even believe I'm telling you this."

I laughed, because if there was something wrong with her, then I was certainly a head case.

"Clara," I picked up her shirt from the floor and handed it to her, "there's nothing wrong with you. I think there's a very specific reason we're drawn to one another."

"Why?"

"Do you know what a Dominant is?"
Why waste time?

I was never the type to beat around the bush. When I wanted something, I put it out there. This was no different. She may not have realized it, but she was attracted to me because she was submissive. Exactly how submissive? I wasn't sure, but I hoped to find out.

She quickly put her blouse back on and buttoned it up. We'd have to work on her modesty, too. I planned to have her naked quite a bit.

"I think so," she said. "It's when a person takes on the dominant role in a sexual relationship."

I smiled. "Yes, that's part of it, but it's also the Dom's responsibility to teach and help his submissive reach pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. It's a mutually beneficial relationship between two consenting adults."

"Are you dominant?"

"In almost every aspect of my life, especially in the bedroom."

"Oh," she said, as she adjusted her skirt.

"Does that bother you?" I'd give her the opportunity to run screaming from the house.

"Actually," she said, and the blush took over her face again. "It kind of intrigues me."

"Really?"

She nodded.

"Do you know anything about that type of relationship?" I pulled her closer to me. She was so soft and warm, and I couldn't keep my hands off her. I'd touch her all day if I could.

"Not firsthand, obviously." She traced my lips with her fingertip. I liked when she touched me unprovoked. "I had a human sexuality course last semester and we discussed dominant and submissive behaviors, and I realized I could be a submissive.

Not extremely submissive. I mean, I don't think I could be someone's slave, or do it twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, but I found it a turn-on."

Is this really happening?

"The more I learned about the subject, the more I realized I wanted to be dominated," she said. "But, it wasn't something I thought I could explore. I wouldn't even know how to go about it."

Surreal
was the only way to describe what was happening here. Anytime I'd engaged in this behavior, I'd had to seek out my subs as discreetly as possible. I would go through friends I knew in the community to find a woman who was into the same things I was. I'd always had difficulty finding someone who was only interested in light play. Most subs were looking for long-term, hard play, and as secure as I was, I just wasn't into beating or humiliating anyone. I also liked having the power of being able to play when I wanted to.

"I'm not a hard-core Dom. I've dabbled, but I've never collared a sub, and I've never been in a relationship with one before. I enjoy the lifestyle, but I did it only with a willing partner, and only for brief periods of time. We both took what we needed from the experience, and then we mutually parted ways."