The Lonely Dominant (8 page)

"Thank you, sir," she said as she stared into my eyes.

"I think you should be rewarded for your accomplishments. Would you like your release now?" My cock twitched inside my jeans at the thought of being inside her. I hadn't been there since this morning.

"Whatever pleases you, sir," she said. "I'm at your mercy."

I flipped her onto her back and hovered over her. "I want to worship your body."

I lowered my lips to her neck. "Every inch of it."

I trailed my fingers between her breasts, down her stomach, and to her waiting pussy. She was already so wet and aroused from the flogging I knew it wasn't going to take her long to climax. I rolled onto my side and hiked her leg over my hip, slipping my fingers deep inside her. She was so tense because she was afraid to let go.

"You can come whenever you want, as many times as you'd like, and don't hold back. I want to hear your pleasure."

"Thank you, sir." She squeezed her eyes shut and rocked into my fingers.

"That's my girl." I licked her lips. "Get off on my fingers." I pushed my tongue inside her mouth and kissed her hard. Her hips kept a steady pace as I continued to bring her to where she desperately wanted to be.

She moaned in pleasure as she ran her hands through my hair. I felt the exact moment she unraveled. Her body tightened and her muscles tensed as she thrashed against me.

"Alec . . . ."

Damn it! How am I going to let that slide?

As soon as she said my name, she realized her mistake. She stared at me with a fear in her eyes I rarely saw from her. She had just committed her first major slip-up while we were in these roles.

"I didn't mean to. I was just so caught up and I—"

I pulled my fingers out of her and held my hand up. "You are not to speak."

I got up off the bed and pointed to the floor. She quickly moved from the bed and dropped to her knees by my feet with her head lowered. I couldn't help but noticed how defeated she looked.

I hate it.

But rules were rules, and if I allowed her to break them, there'd be no point in us continuing on in this journey.

"Obviously, you know using my given name is not permitted when we're in these roles. We're in the middle of a scene and you said my name. Can you explain yourself?"

"I'm sorry, sir." She continued to look down at the floor.

"I'm not looking for an apology. I'm looking for an explanation. Do you not respect me?"

"Of course I do, sir. I was so caught up in the pleasure you were bringing my body that I didn't think. It just slipped out."

"You lost focus?"

"Yes, sir."

"How do you suppose I should deal with that?"

I saw her body tremble beneath me.

I hate this part.

I realized how easy it could be for her to use my name. We were sexually active during the week and had no boundaries when we were intimate. We lived together and shared a bed, the same bed we used during our weekend time together. I was unrealistic to think that part of our regular sex life wouldn't carry over onto our BDSM

life, especially when there wasn't a more defined space for us to play in. I'd have to rethink the logistics of our scenes. In the meantime, I had a disobedient submissive at my feet, waiting on my next move.

"You do not have the privilege of using my given name during a scene. I'm certain we discussed that before we entered into this arrangement. I have to deal with such defiance."

She nodded.

I sat on the edge of the bed. I took a deep breath in an attempt to center myself.

Sometimes being a Dom wasn't all it was cracked up to be, especially when I had to treat my beautiful girl so harshly.

"Stand up."

She quickly got to her feet and stood in front of me.

"I'm a fair man." I reached for her hand and pulled her closer to me. She gasped at my abruptness. "This was your first major mistake during a scene. While I can see how it happened, I still have to punish you."

Her body stiffened over my words.

"I'll take you over my knee." I pulled her down and across my lap. "Such a sweet ass, and there are so many other things I'd like to be doing with it."

I ran my hand over her smooth cheeks before striking her once. The sound of my hand hitting her skin echoed throughout the room.

She fidgeted in my lap.

"Stay still." I hit her again, but she didn't move.

"Good girl." I rubbed her cheeks before striking her again. "Three should suffice."

She sighed.

I hadn't hit her that hard, but I wasn't sure how she'd respond to a spanking. I moved my hand down between her legs and smiled when I felt the moisture gathering there.

"You are a bad girl, aren't you?" I pulled her up and had her straddle my lap.

She looked down.

"Are you okay?" I pushed her chin up so she had to look at me.

"Yes, sir."

"You may voice what you're feeling."

"I failed you."

"No." I took her face between my hands. "You made a mistake. It was your first, and it won't be your last."

"Is that the way you'll always punish me?"

"No." I smiled. "I think you liked that punishment too much."

"I did." She smiled. "At first I was humiliated, but as soon as you ran your hand along my bottom, well, I liked it. Is that wrong?"

"It was meant to be erotic. In the future, I won't be as forgiving if you use my name during a scene. Will you try harder?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's all I can ask of you." I pressed my lips against hers and gently kissed her.

"Are you hungry? We've been cooped up in here all night."

"I am, but I wouldn't mind pleasuring you, sir. You haven't had your release yet."

She didn't need to remind me of that because my cock was doing a pretty good job of letting me know.

"I'm well aware of that, but I think I'd like to take a break." I glanced over her shoulder and out the window. "The snow has picked up, so I don't think anyone will deliver. How about I make us something? We can sit by the fire in the family room and relax for the rest of the evening. Does that sound good?"

"Whatever pleases you, sir."

"Go and take a shower, put on something comfortable, then meet me downstairs.

We'll pick up where we left off after dinner."

"Yes, sir." She hopped off my lap and headed for the bathroom. I had to adjust my cock as I watched her perfect, naked ass leave my sight.

I sighed as I collapsed back onto the bed.

How did I get so lucky?

Clara was incredible. She followed my lead, put all her trust in me, and brought me more pleasure than I'd ever experienced with anyone else. I was amazed. The more time I spent with her, the more I wanted. As each weekend passed, we became more serious in this journey.

I had a new priority for Monday morning. I needed to figure out a strategy on how to make our weekend time different from our weekday activities. We couldn't have any more confusion. I needed a plan.

I finally managed to leave the office after ten p.m. When I got home, I didn't head up to bed right away, because I'd been waiting for an approval from the Board. I went straight to my study and fired up my laptop. I was hoping I'd find the documents I needed in an e-mail.

I was exhausted. The only thing I really wanted to do was crawl into my bed and snuggle against Clara's warm body.
Well, maybe that isn't the only thing I want to do
. But I was sure she was asleep, and since it wasn't a weekend, and she had school in the morning, I wouldn't disturb her.

Just as I was about to shut it down, I heard her feet patter against the hall floor.

What is she doing down here?

I glanced at my watched and, with a shock, realized the time: after midnight.

She quietly made her way to my study, but stood in the doorway. She didn't enter. She wouldn't enter, because the few times she had been in here, we had acted out a scene, and I'd told her she had to have my permission to come into my study.

She was wearing nothing but my dark, blue, silk pajama top. She had the first few buttons undone, revealing the tops of her breasts. The shirt stopped just below her mid-thigh, allowing me to take in her long, slender legs. Her hair was tangled and had that bed-head look, hanging wildly over her shoulders. Her eyes were barely open, and she looked very sleepy.

"Come to me." I curled my finger and gestured for her to enter.

She slowly walked toward me, making her way around my desk, then stopping directly in front of me. She dropped to her knees and, while I should have made her stop this submissive behavior, I'd had a really long day and the thought of her wanting to please me had me aroused and ready to dominate.

I reached down and ran my fingers through her hair, tucking the wild locks behind her ears, and then holding her face between my hands.

"It's not a weekend." I said. "You may speak freely."

"I missed you in our bed."

Our bed . . . I like the way that sounds.

"I know you're busy, but I thought maybe you needed me." She bit her bottom lip. "You've had a stressful week and well, if you wanted me to submit to you, I could."

She dropped her eyes and fidgeted in her spot. As sincere as she seemed, I had to wonder if she really wanted to help me, or was she just looking for me to dominate her.

Is she trying to fulfill her own need?

"It has been a pretty hectic week." I hadn't been home for dinner once and was usually gone before she opened her eyes. But, while the idea of playing on a Thursday night intrigued me, it didn't feel completely right.

"Let me help you," she said.

Fuck! That turns me on more than it should.

"Stand up."

She quickly got on her feet and waited for my next direction.

I slipped my hands up under her pajama top and sighed when I discovered her aroused nipples. She wasn't making this easy.

"I'm always ready for you," she said as she ran her hand through my hair. The fact that she was speaking without being asked a direct question, and she was touching me unprovoked, showed me she wasn't completely submitting. That was the way I wanted it. I needed to try and attempt a normal relationship with her during the week.

I abruptly stood up and pushed her against the desk. Her eyes widened, but then she slowly licked her lips. I moved closer and pressed my lips to hers as I let my hands slip back under her top. I gripped her hips and pulled her center against my hard dick, grinding against her bare pussy.

We kissed as I moved against her. I was still trying to figure out how I wanted to play this out. A big part of me really wanted to tie her up and take her fast and hard, but the other part, the part that was developing strong feelings for Clara, just wanted to savor her slowly. I wanted to take my time and make love to her.

"I don't need you to submit to me right now." I undid my pants and let them fall to the floor. "But I do want you."

"Whatever you want," she said. "I belong to you."

She definitely isn't making this easy.

I pushed her back onto my desk and spread her legs as far as I could. I glanced down at her glistening folds and had to suppress the urge to bury my face between her thighs. I stepped between her legs and rubbed my cock against her waiting pussy.

She moved her head to the side and closed her eyes.

I pressed my tip against her opening but didn't penetrate her as I leaned down and unbuttoned her shirt. I ran my hands up and down her stomach and then over her nipples.

She kept her legs spread, but she scooted down, trying to get me to sink into her warmth.

I pushed myself against her, but still didn't give her everything.

"Please."

I smiled at her impatience as I lowered my lips to her nipples.

"Always so eager," I said against her skin. "Have you learned nothing?"

I couldn't get enough of her tits, so I decided to focus my attention on them. She twisted her fingers in my unruly hair and held my face against her breasts as I licked and sucked. I moved my hand down between our lower bodies, gripped my cock, and ran my length up and down her folds. She squirmed beneath me as she tried to find a way to get me to enter her. I trailed my mouth over to her other boob, not wanting to neglect it, and once I was thoroughly satisfied I'd paid it enough attention, I moved my mouth to hers and kissed her lips.

When I pulled away from the kiss, she looked up at me with those desperate eyes and I realized I had to put her out of her misery. We both needed to feel connected.

I stood up and placed my hands on her ankles, keeping her spread wide as I pushed myself all the way into her constricting little pussy.

She let out a deep breath and smiled as I moved in and out of her. I slipped my hands up her body, watching how she responded to my touch. She was lost in her own pleasure. I was mesmerized, witnessing her rapture. Her long hair was splayed out on my desk, her lips were slightly parted, and her eyes tightly shut. She was panting in time with my gradual thrusts. I could watch her all night.

I lowered my body down to rest on hers as I wrapped her legs around my waist.

The new angle caused me to hit her in a different spot, one she must have liked, because within seconds she was screaming out her release. I covered her mouth with mine, picking up my speed and thrusting as deeply as I could.

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna come."

I closed my eyes and stilled my movements as I came hard inside her. My knees buckled, but I wasn't ready to pull out of her, so I lifted her up and wrapped my arms around her as I held her close to me. She was breathing heavily and I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, or maybe it was my own heart. It didn't matter. We were one in this moment.

I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes.

She smiled at me. "Feel better?"

I nodded.

She gently pressed her lips to mine.

"How did you know I needed you?"

"When you're having a hard time at work," she said. "You're different. And, when you spend most of your time at the office, I know it's important. But, I've noticed after we're together, you seem calmer."