Dominique (3 page)

     
I nodded, relieved but unable to respond.
 
He continued.

     
“Dominique, I won’t do anything to scare you away.
 
But I will be pushing you to learn about yourself and what you are capable of doing to please me.
 
You can stop me, or leave, at any time.”

     
“No!” I gasped, getting confused.
 
I didn’t want to think about him not being there.

     
“You want to feel more, don’t you?”

     
“I ... Yes ...”
 
I managed, more softly this time.

     
“Come with me.”
 
He rose to his feet and took my hand in his.
 
I had to walk briskly to keep up.
 
We were outside and he was unlocking a car door for me.
 
“Hop in,” he said, opening the door and holding it for me.
 
I felt afraid again and hesitated.
 
“Always do exactly as I ask Dominique.
 
You can trust me.
 
Don’t worry, we are not going anywhere.”

     
Somewhat reassured, I slid into the passenger side seat.
 
He walked around to his side, smiling at me through the windscreen.
 
I was a jumble of nerves and ridiculously turned on.
 
I wished I had panties on and hoped I wasn’t staining my new dress.
 
Or his car!
 
He climbed in his side and closed the door behind him.
 
The interior light went out and it was almost dark.
 
As my eyes adjusted to the light filtering in from the street lamps, he turned his body and looked me in the eyes unwaveringly.
 
“Lift up your skirt.”

     
Glancing around the car, I noticed there were not many people on the street at this hour.
 
I was unlikely to be seen.
 
“I ...”

     
“Look in my eyes.
 
Do as I ask, lift up your skirt.”
 
I blushed and did it, gazing into his green eyes.
 
He never even tried to peek at me.
 
“Move your knees apart.”
 
I swallowed, staring at him, and did it.
 
It was surreal.

     
“Don’t hesitate.”

     
“I-I won’t, S-Sir.”
 
It just came out.
 
It felt right.
 
I don’t know why.
 
I knew his name was Andrew.
 
It would be a long time before I felt confident enough to use his name.

     
“Turn toward me.”
 
I did.
 
“Slide your finger into your pussy then take it out and show me.”
 
I did and I was so wet!
 
“Good girl.”

     
“
Th
-Thank you, Sir,” I said breathlessly.

     
“Again,” he said, waiting and watching.
 
“Over and over.”
 
I slid my single finger in and out of myself, the feelings rushing down my spine.
 
It was only going to be moments!
 
My hips rose off the leather seat to meet my thrusting finger.
 
I pumped it faster and faster.
 
My other fingers were curled and bumping against my clit.
 
In a matter of seconds I became oblivious to everything around me.
 
I couldn’t believe I was doing this on a city street, even though I knew I was safe.
 
I could feel myself clamp around my finger as a moan built in my chest.
 

     
“Cum,” he commanded.

     
Oh, God!
 
Did I ever!
 
I unleashed the moan and felt myself turn inside out.
 
I trembled and shook, right there in the passenger seat of his car.
 
I could feel his hands on my knees keeping my legs open.
 
His touch was like fire, and I came and came.
 
He was gently stroking my thigh as I came around.

     
He reached up and caressed my cheek.
 
“How can you not want this?”

     
“I-I want this ...”

     
“I’m pleased,” he said.

We didn’t stay.
 
Considering her excited state, I offered to take her home and she accepted gratefully.
 
Sitting in the car outside her apartment building, I took down her address and phone number.
 
“I want to see you tomorrow,” I said simply.

     
“Y-Yes, Sir.
 
I-I want to see you too.”

     
“You had a good time tonight, didn’t you?”

     
“It was incredible.
 
I’ve never done anything like that before.
 
I hope no one saw.”

     
“I saw.”
 
She swallowed and blushed, nodding and looked down in her lap.
 
“Look at me.”
 
She did.
 
“Dominique, you are beautiful, and the pleasure you gave yourself pleased me more than words can express.”

     
“Thank you, Sir.”

     
“You are welcome.
 
I will pick you up from here tomorrow at two P.M., unless you work on Saturdays?”

     
“I’ll be here early.”

     
“Good, then I might arrive early,” I said, smiling.

     
We spent most of the next day together, getting to know each other and discussing generalities.
 
She was a genuinely soft and gentle person, with a deferring manner that I was quick to adore.
 
There was little to dislike about her.
 
Twenty-seven years of age.
 
University educated.
 
Five years experience in the marketing field.
 
A realistic view of relationships and marriage.
 
Our needs and wants appeared to dovetail.
 
We
fit
.
 
After several hours talking over coffee and watching the day go by through a plate glass window, we strolled around a nearby park, working off the caffeine.

     
“If we play tennis, do I have to let you win?” she asked, biting her lip as we walked side-by-side, not quite touching.

     
“You only have to let me win ... when I choose the game.”

     
“New rules for me, Sir.”

     
“As I said, I’ll be patient, up to a point.
 
They are easy to follow.
 
You will learn that there is more freedom within clearly defined boundaries than when there are none.
 
Having limitless expectations placed upon you can be stifling.”

     
She nodded as if in deep thought then paused on the path winding through the wooded park.
 
Two children rode by on bicycles, ringing the bells.
 
I picked a flower for her and turned her toward me.
 
Placing it in her hair as she gazed up at me, I quietly asked her what she was thinking.

     
“I think I’m dreaming.”

     
“I’m pleased it’s not a nightmare.”

     
“Oh, it’s not, Sir,” she insisted.
 
“It’s just ... daunting.
 
But with your help, I think I can do this.”

     
“I have a feeling you are right.”

     
I kissed her.
 
I could no longer resist.
 
She melted into my arms and our mouths fused, eyes closing in the delicious sensations.
 
Another bicycle bell rang and we stepped off the path laughing.

     
“Kissing is hazardous here,” she said, a blush rising in her cheeks.

     
“Come home with me.”
 
She looked at me, shielding her eyes from the afternoon sun, as the meaning of my words dawned.
 
“You can call it a trial, but I would expect you to move in with me permanently in the future.”

     
“This is very sudden.”

     
“You would make me wait?” I asked, arching a brow and grinning.

     
“Wow.
 
Um, no.
 
I wouldn’t want to do that.”

     
“If you feel that you are not up to it, if it’s beyond you, if you have no attraction to me, if you don’t
feel
something happening here ... if you can’t
see
yourself with me ... then I should step back now.”
 
And I did.
 
I took a step back from her.

Things happen for a reason.
 
Perhaps I was crying out for some excitement in my life.
 
My mother would be mortified to think I was even contemplating it.
 
But I wasn’t mortified.
 
I was in awe.
 
Somehow this man seemed like everything I could have hoped for in my dreams and fantasies.
 
I had no idea what he might expect of me specifically, but whenever he spoke, his words sliced through me unquestioningly.
 
I knew I could trust him to take care of me.
 
I knew it in my
bones
.

     
I will never forget the look in his eyes as he stepped back from me, daring me, challenging me, pleading with me.
 
It was a moment of choice and I knew it.
 
Recalling what I’d read, I understood what was happening.
 
I was being asked to accept him as my mentor, as my Sir.

     
The hand covering my eyes fell to my side, and I stepped forward.
 
Just a small step.
 
My chest was rising and falling rapidly.
 
I stepped forward again and stopped.
 
I was right in front of him.
 
My eyes were centred in his chest and my hand came up slowly, covering his heart.
 
“I will go wherever you wish to take me,” I whispered.

We walked up the steps to my front door and I put down her suitcase on the landing, withdrawing my key and sliding it into the lock.
 
I paused, gazing at her seriously.
 
I had to give her one more chance.
 
Even now, this close, I would have given her up if her heart wasn’t in it.
 
“Dominique, I want you to know that by entering my home you are passing over a threshold.
 
You won’t get to dictate how things happen any more.
 
By entering my home, you are entrusting yourself to me.
 
You can always leave, but you should know that if you do, you will never return.
 
Are you sure this is what you want?”

     
She swallowed before responding.
 
“I-I know this is a big step, Sir.
 
But ‘yes’.
 
It’s exactly what I want ... it’s exactly what I
need
.”

     
“Good.
 
Then we have work to do,” I said, turning the key in the lock.

     
“Y-Yes, Sir.”

Chapter 2

Inside the front door, Andrew put down my suitcase and picked up a remote control from a side table, pressing a series of buttons.
 
“I’ll give you the alarm codes later,” he said, pointing the remote in different directions, pressing more buttons and bringing his home to life.
 
“And I’ll show you how to use this, too.”