Dominique (37 page)

     
With a tear in her eye, she ran her fingertips over her collar, whispering, “Thank you, Master.”

     
“Wear it with pride, Dominique.”

     
“I will.
 
I promise.”

     
I leaned into her and kissed her nose.
 
“Good girl.
 
C’mon.
 
Let’s eat.”
 
Before long, we had cleaned the plate and tossed screwed up napkins onto it.
 
No time like the present
, I thought as I rolled contentedly onto my back.
 
“There’s something I want to share with you, Dominique,” I said, staring at the ceiling and swallowing.
 
Why was I so nervous?

     
“Yes, Master?”

     
“Grab the photo album from under the tray.”

     
“Yes, Master.”
 
While she did, I propped up some pillows at the head of the bed and got comfortable.
 
Dominique handed me the album and arranged herself beside me, lying on her side to protect her back.
 
She rested on her elbow, eyes wide and wondering.

     
“What is this about, Master?”

     
“Hush, Dominique,” I said, winking.
 
“All will be revealed.”

     
“Yes, Master,” she said, biting her lip.

     
I couldn’t say how long it took to get through the album.
 
After the second and the third one, time didn’t matter as I recounted the various times and places shown in the photographs.
 
I described the emotions they evoked.
 
The plans.
 
The holidays.
 
What had happened.
 
The doctors.
 
The hospitals.
 
The funeral.
 
Dominique drew herself closer, resting her head on my chest and listening quietly as I described the life Rebecca and I shared.
 
I explained how we met, how close we became and our journey into the lifestyle.
 
How I loved her then, and loved her still.
 
“Which is why I find it difficult to share sometimes, Dominique.
 
It’s a part of me I didn’t know whether I
wanted
to share.”

     
“Yes, Sir,” she said quietly.

     
“It’s a conversation I never planned to have with you, kitten.
 
She is long gone.
 
I should be over her by now.
 
Maybe I was meant to suffer ... It’s just ... I never saw myself with someone else until you came along.
 
I just don’t understand why I feel like I’m on shifting ground.”

     
Dominique whispered, “M-May this girl speak freely please, Sir?”

     
“Of course you can, kitten.
 
I’m not making any sense anyway.”

     
“Well, I-I just wanted you to know I feel very privileged that you have shared Rebecca with me.
 
I would never expect you to forget her.”
 
She flipped back a few pages.
 
“She was so beautiful ... My only hope is that you can love me half as much as you loved her.
 
I would be a very happy woman if you could.”
 
She looked up at me, smiling softly.

     
“I love you so much, Dominique.”

     
She swallowed.
 
“Master?”

     
“I love you more than I have dared to admit to myself.”

     
“Oh, Master,” she said quietly, a new tear trickling down her cheek.
 
“And the other night Sir?
 
When you said ‘I don’t give a fuck’?”

     
I shook my head, looking down at my hands.
 
“I am just coming to terms with how I feel, kitten.
 
I was talking to myself, convincing myself it was okay.
 
My love for her hindered my love for you.
 
Part of me said I didn’t deserve to be happy.
 
That I hadn’t done enough ... I hadn’t put you through enough ... That I didn’t deserve you ... I was shouting at myself as I came, kitten.
 
I was telling myself not to listen.
 
I wasn’t cheating on her!
 
They were words said completely out of context, said in the joy of sex with you.
 
I hoped you hadn’t noticed,” I said, sighing.
 
“I don’t know how else to explain it.”

     
“I think I understand, Master.”

     
“You do?”

     
“You sometimes feel like she should be here, not me.”

     
My jaw dropped.
 
Was it?
 
“But that’s not fair.”

     
“The truth doesn’t need to be fair, Master.
 
It just needs to be the truth.”
 
Her eyes sparkled as she recited one of my lessons perfectly.

     
The corners of my mouth turned up a little.
 
“You are right about that.”

     
“My dear Master ... As long as you have room in your heart for me, I will continue to love you for the rest of my days.”

     
Now
I
was getting tears in my eyes.
 
“Dominique,” I said, caressing her cheek.
 
“I
apologise
for my words the other night.
 
I should have explained and I’m sorry I worried you.”

     
“It just bothered me, that’s all.
 
And I understand now.”
 
She wrapped her arm around my middle and snuggled into me, laying her head on my chest once more.
 
“And Master?”

     
“Yes, Dominique?”

     
“I love you too.”

I held onto Andrew tightly once I said those words.
 
His hand came down so gently upon my naked back to caress it.
 
His fingertips traced the edge of a welt and I shivered.
 
“Is it bad, Master?”

     
“Depends what you call bad, Dominique,” he replied softly.
 
“You are darkly bruised, and there are a couple of small nicks where I broke your skin.”

     
“It doesn’t sound
too
bad.
 
Should I look?”

     
“Only if you want to see.”

     
“Um, I think I want to see.”

     
“Then look,” Andrew said, chuckling.
 
Getting out of bed and walking furtively toward the full-length mirror, I felt almost as nervous about seeing the results as I had about receiving the punishment.
 
Without looking over my shoulder, I stood with my back to the mirror, facing Andrew.
 
He nodded, saying “Go on.”

     
I smiled at him, shaking out my hair and putting my hands on my hips.
 
“You know what?”

     
“Um.
 
What?” he asked.

     
I grinned, one hip cocked.
 
“I don’t give a fuck!”

     
Andrew picked up a pillow and threw it at me!
 
It bounced off my head and onto the floor and another one hit me as I bent over to pick it the first one!
 
I quickly threw the first pillow back at him, then gripping the second one by the corner, I attacked!

     
In a fit of giggles, I jumped on him and immediately started
pummelling
him with the pillow.
 
He was fighting back and trying to tickle me at the same time.
 
I was bopping him in the head and everywhere I could.
 
Naked and straddling him around the torso with my thighs, I imagined I was winning!

     
I tossed the pillow aside and tickled Andrew’s sides.
 
He started writhing and laughing and fending me off all at once.
 
But I knew he wasn’t really trying, because he’s about twice my size and could have dislodged me in an instant.
 
Besides, I could feel his beautiful cock lengthening and thickening tight against my crotch right through his light blue silk boxers.

     
God!
 
As soon as I felt that, I started grinding my pussy back and forth, trying to get it to hit the spot.
 
Laying my hands on his chest, I could feel his rippling muscles right through his hot skin.
 
His cock grew harder as I scraped my nails over his hard nipples, arching my back severely and starting a circular motion with my hips.
 
Andrew’s hands held me around my waist as I crushed and ground my clit against his steel hard cock.
 
“
Ohhh
...”

     
His rigid cock was wedged between the lips of my very wet pussy, and without thinking I dug my nails into his chest as firmly as I gritted my teeth.
 
Andrew groaned and I shuddered, a series of small orgasms wracking my body.
 
Panting, my head dropped and I opened my eyes.
 
Between my legs I could see the wet patch on his boxers and I almost laughed.
 
Why on earth is this called dry humping?
 
I wondered.

     
Continuing to thrust and grind my hips back and forth, the patch appeared and disappeared and appeared again.
 
My breasts rhythmically obscured my view.
 
Suddenly Andrew’s hands were on them, gripping my nipples tightly and pulling me down to kiss him.
 
Hungrily I slid my tongue into his mouth as my rock-hard nipples pulsed, two hard thickened points of pleasure directly connected to my clit.
 
Bringing my hands up to hold his face, I sucked his tongue into my mouth, pressing my lips hard against his.

     
When he released my nipples, I rushed headlong into another series of small orgasms.
 
Grunting and jerking, I had never felt hornier.
 
Pressing my tingling breasts against him, I moved my body from side to side, stimulating my nipples on hairs of his chest.
 
His hands reached down, gripping my ass tightly, grinding me harder.
 
He was moaning softly and looking me right in the eyes.
 
God, it was so hot.

     
“Fuck me, Dominique,” he breathed.

     
“
Mmmmmm
...
Yesss
,” I hissed.
 
My hands shook as I slid down his thighs and sat up, reaching into his boxers and pulling his throbbing cock out through the opening in the wet silk.
 
It was as hard as steel and hot in my hand, precious
precum
already dripping from the tip and down one side.
 
Wrapping my fingers around it, I slid my fist down to the base before tightening my grip and sliding slowly back up.
 
I watched amazed as a thick stream of
precum
pulsed from the tip, and oozed around my fingers.
 
Loosening my grip, I stroked up and down, twisting my hand a little to coat his cock.

     
“Fuck it, fuck my cock,” Andrew gasped.

     
“Yes, I want it.”
 
Raising myself up on my knees and shuffling forward, I changed my grip on his cock and brought the head in contact with the scalding heat and silky slickness of my eager cunt.
 
I held it tight and swayed my hips, sweeping the head through my lips then holding it against my clit.
 
My body seized involuntarily, sending shivers up my spine as I
realised
how badly I wanted him.