A Dom for Patti (2 page)

Chapter Two

Patti
didn’t have to work that Saturday, and took her sweet time doing her chores––but
as she did her laundry and vacuumed, her thoughts strayed to meeting Cameron
the previous night. When butterflies leapt in her stomach at the thought of returning
to The Club that night, she tried to suppress them. She dawdled through the
weekly shopping and drifted around in the mall, all the while her desire and
sexual need growing until she felt strung out from weeks of abstinence.

Finally,
it grew late enough in the evening to shower and dress for a visit to The Club.
Patti drove quickly, excitement making her shake. She parked in the car lot and
sat for a few seconds.
Don’t be
disappointed if he’s not there. Take it easy, s
he counselled herself, then
got out of her car and walked as calmly as she could to the entrance of The
Club. The guys on the door smiled a
hello
at her and a surge of confidence flooded Patti at their greeting.

Her
gaze raked the patrons already enjoying sexual freedom in the main room. Doms
and subs absorbed in each other soaked the air with sex and sensuality. She
edged past a large group of people talking by the bar and stood to one side of
the dance floor … no sign of Cameron. She leaned on one of the pillars at the
edge of the dance floor, a sudden drench of sadness making her shoulders sag. Her
heart sank, but she forced herself not to be too disappointed.
I really need to enjoy just being here.

“Hi,
Patti … it’s great to see you.” The velvety smooth male tones caressed her ear.

Patti
turned slowly. In a delicious repeat of their previous meeting, Cameron was
directly behind her, and so close his breath raised goosebumps on the back of
her neck. She looked up into his handsome face, relief at his presence vying
with a flood of desire that clenched her stomach.

“I’m
going to offer you the release I know you craved last night once again, Patti,
if you’d like to remind me your safeword and limits.
If you
want that.”

Lost
in his gaze, she murmured her answer. “My safeword is
lemons,
and I …I …” Patti faltered, his proximity robbing her of coherent thought.

Cameron
put a finger over her lips. “I think I need to cover you in kisses and cradle
you in my arms so you know for sure I want to take care of your needs. Would
you like that? Do you want release now? You look for all the world as if you’re
so tense you might snap like a beautiful flower stalk if you’re not taken care
of … and soon.”

His
words sent tingles of desire flashing over her body.

He
smudged his finger sexily over her bottom lip and then drew back for her to
answer him.

Her
pussy throbbed as she imagined being naked in his arms, his delicious mouth
traveling over her skin in wet kisses. A faint sob of need escaped with her
answer. “I do want release. It’s been a few weeks. I need it. Thank you.”

He
smiled as he took her hand. “Choose where you will feel safe—the main room, or
a private room. I know there’s one remaining, right now. I’ll scene with you.”

“The
main room will be good, thank you.”

His
hand around hers was strong and she soaked up the comfort from his grip.

Cameron
led her to a table in the area of the main room designated for public sexual
use. The candle, in its pale pink glass container, flickered. Light caught
Cameron’s face and Patti gazed at him. He was so attractive her heart hammered
as she stared.

He
let go of her hand and took a step away. “Take off your clothes, Patti.”

She
hesitated under the spell of attraction.

“Are
you comfortable with that request?” His low voice caressed her even though his
tone was firm. His gaze appraised her.

“Yes, Sir.”
She reached around to unzip her dress. At seeing the desire in his eyes, a
spark of happiness lit inside Patti.

“Let
me help.” He reached out, took her wrist, and brought her close, angling her
body away from his. His fingers brushed the nape of her neck in a teasing
sweep.

A
shiver of pleasure raced down her body and her thighs clenched in response. She
shimmied
the dress down her hips as it slid off her shoulders
and around her waist.

Cameron
slipped a finger under her chin and raised her face to look into her eyes.

Patti
unclipped her bra and dropped it onto the table beside them. The longing for a
kiss put a little frown between her eyes as she watched Cameron’s approving
gaze. She ran her tongue over her lips.

“Tell
me what you need, sweetheart. I can see your desperation. You must tell me. That’s
what will please me.” Everything about him radiated sex: his eyes, his dark
hair, his muscular body … and most of all, the look in his eyes.

Patti’s
voice failed her and she touched her lips with a finger.

He
bent his head to her, his mouth a soft graze against her lips. He hooked his
thumbs into her panties and pulled them down. He left them around mid-thigh. “You
must answer me, in future.” He smacked her once across the softest part of her
backside and brought his hands to cup her ass and squeeze. His whisper flew
across her mouth and then he kissed her again.

Patti
leaned into the kiss, her eyes closing with lust. As her panties slid down, her
pussy throbbed. The smack he delivered to her ass thrilled her. His kneading on
the soft part where it met her thighs sent streaks of sensation to her clit.
Cream drenched her inner thighs.

He
moved away half a step and smiled gently. He stroked his fingertips over her
pebbled nipples, before he took the candle from the table and placed it on one
adjacent.

“Turn
and bend over the table … quickly, my sweet.” His voice dripped sex and care.

Patti’s
heart raced. She bent hastily, desperate for his attention.

He
took her panties to her ankles, and slowly, after softly tracing up and down
her legs, he removed them.

Patti
lifted each foot for him as he slipped the lacy item over her stilettoes. Her
pussy throbbing and wet through, she grasped the sides of the table. She buried
her face in a silk scarf that trailed across the top. Her breath left her in a
harsh exhale when Cameron pushed a finger into her from behind and brought the cream-coated
tip to circle her clit. The feeling forced her eyes tightly shut. It was
delicious.

He
pressed and circled expertly.

Patti
groaned. Her need for his fingers or his cock thrusting into her was so
great,
she pressed back against his palm, and squirmed in
desperation as her clit hardened and quivered toward orgasm.

He
took his hand away.

Patti
moaned at the loss.

His
mouth close to her ear, he whispered. “I’ll give you what you need. Ask me for
it.”

His
breath tingled along her ear and down her neck. Her lower stomach tightened
from the pleasurable sensations. She turned her face. “I need to come. I need
to come so badly, I can’t think straight.”

His
stature meant he could kiss her neck as he pushed two fingers into her pussy.
He finger-fucked her and sucked on her neck.

Patti
moaned and sighed, her hips moving to Cameron’s stroking in her pussy.

He
shifted his face from her neck. He trailed a teasing hand down her back as he
stroked and pumped with the fingers of his other hand.

“You
may come. I want that for you.”

Her
orgasm tantalized her. It tightened her breasts and her thigh muscles, so much that
she felt strung out with the need to come. Patti hovered on the edge of release
for a few tantalizing seconds and then it burst over her. She groaned into the
silk scarf as the intense waves of pleasure drained her of energy and tension.
She almost sobbed with relief, but he hadn’t finished.

“Don’t
move. I want more from you.” Cameron kept going. His fingers left her clit and
played along the backs of her thighs as he continued to finger-fuck her. He
pressed a soft, wet kiss on the small of her back.

His
stroking rebuilt the tension rapidly, and Patti came again, jerking and
groaning, the sensations so overwhelmingly good she collapsed onto the
tabletop.

This
time Cameron stilled his fingers. He bent to kiss her by the side of her mouth,
before he moved them from her pussy in a slow glide. He picked her up and
carried her to one of the leather couches. One of her shoes slipped off and he
took off the other. He dropped it alongside the couch. Cameron sat and brought
her onto his lap. He kissed the top of her head and pulled one of the soft
blankets from the back of the couch to gather around her.

Patti
rested her face against his chest. “Thank you, Sir.”

His
voice was meltingly sexy as he stroked her face. “You pleased me … a lot.”

She
freed a hand from the blanket and slid it along his jaw, unable to resist the
temptation to touch him. Looking up to gauge his reaction, she murmured, “May I
touch you?”

Cameron
smiled and grabbed her hand from his face. “I give you permission to touch me
anytime you want to.” He bit softly on a fingertip.
“Mmm.”
Then he pressed her hand back along his face.

The
hard column of his erection pushed against her thigh and Patti experienced a
moment of the strongest desire to kneel, free his cock, and suck him to orgasm.
“Is, is there anything I can do for you, Sir?” She gazed into his eyes hoping
he’d say she could ease him.

“I’d
like to get to know you better. Talk with me. Would you like to dress and go
over to the bar? They serve coffee here, don’t they?”

Patti
wanted to get to know him, too. She smiled happily. “That will be lovely, thank
you.”

He
stood her up, keeping the blanket around her and pressed across her breasts so
that the rounded tops displayed as if she wore a corset. He brushed a kiss
across each before gently pushing her away.

Patti
walked to the table where her clothes were strewn. She didn’t mind being seen
naked. This was The Club and she was at home here. She picked up her panties
and pulled them on as she began to dress.

Chapter Three

Cameron
watched the way Patti’s shapely little ass moved as she walked in her bare feet
to the table where they’d left her clothes. He swept up her shoes and smiled. This
was an unexpected pleasure. He’d just about given up on the lifestyle, and he hadn’t
visited The Club for more than eight months––closer to a year, in fact. A
practiced Dom, Cameron hoped for a love relationship to develop as he trained
Subs and scened with members. His greatest delight lay in providing what a Sub
needed. Sweet little Patti had enjoyed the sexual release he gave her immensely,
he knew that from her sighs, but the look in her eyes as she sat on his knee
was special. The way she’d caressed his face as they sat together on the couch
evoked such tenderness, and his heart took a giant leap in his chest.

She’d
wanted him as they stood in the corridor the previous
night, that
much was plain, but she was struggling with some other emotion that prevented
him from pursuing her. He was at The Club then, with his brother Blake. Blake’s
Sub wanted to have a ménage, until the moment they were all three in the
private room and then she gave her safeword. She’d changed her mind. Cameron
had left immediately. It must have been serendipity, because Patti was there waiting
for him, or so it seemed.

The
scene with her tonight enchanted him. He glanced over to where she was
dressing.

Patti
struggled with the zip of her dress. Cameron went to her. He fastened her dress
and ran his hand along the nape of her neck, turning her to face him.

Cameron’s
heart filled with hope at Patti’s tender smile. He handed her shoes over. “Here
you go.”

Patti
took them. “Thank you, Sir.”

He
watched her balance to put them on for a moment before scooping her up and
helping as she laughed and clutched his shoulders. Walking with her in his arms,
he deposited her on a barstool. “I’d like it very much if you’d call me
Cameron.”

She
nodded. Her thick blonde hair shone in the light from the bar. The white strip
lights reflected in the mirror tiles at the back of the bar sent streaks
glistening as she pushed her hair from her face and nodded in agreement.
“Yes, Sir.”

Cameron
hardened his expression. “I expect you to do as I say, even though our scene is
over. I’ve asked you to call me by my name. It will be great if you’d do that.”
He turned to the bartender. “Coffee for me, thanks.” He looked at Patti for her
order.

She
sat sideways on the stool, turned toward him.
“For me too.
Thank you, Cameron.”

Just
how much he enjoyed hearing his name from her lips sent a spike of surprise
through him. He stared into her chocolate brown eyes as he pulled the next
barstool along and sat to face her. For a whole minute, he drank in the sight
of her. With her small rounded nose, the pretty shape of her
face,
and those
oh
so
kissable lips slightly parted as if she waited for his mouth on
hers—she was just right. He gave in to the sweet temptation of her mouth and
leaned over to kiss her.

Cameron
breathed in the soft scent of her skin as his nose pressed against her cheek.
Her response to his kiss sent him hurtling into desire so strong he pushed his
hand up between her thighs and his fingertips traced the shape of her slit
through the soft fabric of her panties.

A
low groan escaped him. He broke away from the kiss. “If you have no Master or
wish for a more permanent Dom, I’m inclined to apply for the vacancy.” He
murmured the words as he gazed into Patti’s eyes. “I will expect your fidelity.
I can’t share you, unless you’re desperate to have a ménage, and then I’ll
choose the third partner in our sexual pleasure. I don’t do pain, so fair
warning. I do spank when you really ask for punishment by continued
disobedience, and if it makes you wet…” He stopped talking for a moment as he
saw a fleeting emotion in her eyes and knew it did make her wet, and then
continued. “I will want some extended scenes with some restraint you’re
comfortable with, so that I can fully appreciate your sexy little body and
response to my attention—I
will
take
care of you. What do you think?”

She
didn’t answer for a moment.

Cameron
waited his mouth so close to hers their breath mingled. The sensation closed
his eyes with the passion it aroused in him. He merged his lips with hers in a
kiss that hardened his cock to a painful level.

She
reached her hands up to hold his head. Her fingers tunneled in his hair,
grasping.

Cameron
sighed with the pleasure of her touch. He moved his hand from between her
thighs, and took hold of her shoulders, pushing her back to look into her eyes.

“Please
answer me.”

“I
would like that, Cameron.” She smiled slowly. “I hope that address is still
acceptable.”

Cameron
nodded. “Good. I’m pleased, to say the least. Actually, I’d like you to call me
by my name, unless
you
need to call
me ‘Sir’ in a scene.” He transferred his hands to around her neck and caressed
her jaw with his fingertips. “Come with me to a private room?” He made it a
question out of courtesy, and looked at her expectantly.

“Yes.”
She breathed her answer.

Cameron
drew in a deep breath at the husky tone. His cock strained in his suit pants
and he took her hands to help her down from the barstool, leading her to the
corridor of private rooms. A green light shone on a door halfway down, meaning
a room was vacant. Cameron opened the door for her and closed it behind them.

She
turned to him. “I’d like audio surveillance, please.”

Cameron
pressed the relevant buttons on the panel. “Take off your panties.”

He
shed his clothes in record time. His heart hammered in his chest and for the
first time ever, nerves dropped his voice to a whisper. “I want you from
behind. Bend over the bench.”

He
watched as Patti bent and clutched at the handles on the sides, her panties
discarded further along the padded seat. Her short black shift dress rode up
her thighs, showing her pussy as she opened her legs.

Cameron’s
cock throbbed in response to the sight. He stroked between her legs until cream
ran onto his palm. He pushed her dress up around her breasts rubbing the silky
fabric in his fingers appreciatively. “I want you first … and then I’ll make
you
come.”

He’d
taken a condom from his jacket pocket and now tore the pack open. His stomach
muscles clenched and sent streaks of pre-cum from the tip of his cock over his
skin. With his eyes almost closed from the need to fuck, he rolled the condom
on.

“You’re
delicious, sweetie.” He buried two fingers in her wet channel and then as she
moaned softly, he replaced them with his huge aching cock. The slide into her
pussy wrenched a groan from him. He grabbed her hips and fucked her. The
sensation of her inner muscles surrounding his cock as he thrust drove all
thought from him. He moaned as he pounded, her soft skin under his fingers fueling
his lust, and he came with a hoarse cry. His cum pulsed from him, his thigh
muscles hardened, and the sheer raw pleasure of the orgasm threw his head back
as he tried to catch his breath.

He
calmed himself as he stroked the satiny skin of her ass. His cock throbbed inside
her and he slid out of her pussy to take care of her. “Stand up, darling.”

When
she stood before him, he picked her up and brought her onto his lap as he
dropped sated onto the bench. He opened her legs and found her clit with a
fingertip. He kissed her softly until she writhed on his fingertip, sighing,
and then he opened her mouth with his tongue and pushed in at the same time as
he slid two fingers into her. The touch of her tongue as it met his sent him
reeling, and then she was moaning into his mouth as she bucked on his fingers
in her pussy.

She
left his kiss and pressed her forehead against his cheek as she came saying his
name.

Cameron
slipped his hand from the small of her back where he’d supported her, up to the
nape of her neck, and held her there for his kiss. He claimed her with that
kiss. His heart and soul went into it and as he drew away, he closed his eyes.
Emotion swamped him. He had trouble removing his fingers from her pussy. His
need to stay in that warm, wet enclosure longer shocked him. He moved his hand
to her thigh.

She
struggled to take a breath. “Cameron.” Her voice wavered.

He
opened his eyes. “Are you okay?” He stroked her face.

She
smiled. “Yes.” She caught his hand and kissed his fingertips. “I hope I pleased
you.”

Cameron
planted a kiss on her mouth. “You
more
than pleased me.” He had no words for how he felt. This entire encounter was so
unexpected and pleasurable he’d strayed into completely unknown territory. In
fact, the truth was, he’d lost himself in this session.

“Did
you, did you enjoy the scene?” He fought to call what had happened by the expected
name.

“Very
much, thank you.” She fell silent and looked down away from his face.

Cameron
set her on her feet. “I’d like to arrange to meet you again. Dress now.”
Cameron used the tissues and the bin to clean up and dispose of the condom. He
dressed quickly and as he pushed his arms into his jacket sleeves, he turned to
see Patti watching him. Her expression held tenderness and his stomach flipped.
“I have a heavy week at work, but are you free next Friday night? I wonder if
you’d like to have dinner with
me?
”

He
saw her eyes fill with delight. “I would like that.”

Cameron
ran a hand over his forehead. How had he become so out of practice? It felt as
if they were tiptoeing around each other. His time away from both The Club and
the lifestyle must have changed him. For one wild moment, he considered asking
to take her home. It was all too soon.

“Patti,
I have to leave. I’d like you to meet me Friday. Say, seven-thirty, at the bar here.
We’ll go on for dinner. It seems the simplest arrangement. I’ll escort you back
to the main room now.”

She
nodded.

He
gave her a look. “Answer me, now, Patti.” He conjured his best Dom voice.

Her
eyes sparkled. “I’ll be here waiting for you, Sir.”

Cameron
let the
sir
address go, and held her
hand to leave.

In
the main room he turned to her.
“Until next Friday.”
He lifted her hand to his lips. As he left the club, he had to force himself not
to turn around.

He walked rapidly to the car lot at the back of The
Club. He took his key from his jacket pocket and unlocked the car from a few
paces away. A picture of Patti’s pretty face floated through his mind as he
opened the car door, and a huge smile spread across his face. “She’s a sweetie.
Friday night,
I’m tasting
that sugar.” He started the
car.