Her One and Only Dom (4 page)

Patrick
moved back a little and looked down on his lover. Simone’s head was level with
his groin and as she turned, she sucked his cock head into her mouth.

Despite
the pleasure ricocheting down his spine, Patrick pulled back, shocked. No one
had touched him without his permission in so long. Even his vanilla
ex-girlfriends never surprised him, and he’d never had a submissive with a
dominant side.

A
slow grin spread across his face as his heart beat even harder in his chest. He
would enjoy training Simone and he was going to start right now.

He
threw his leg over her shoulders and grabbed hold of the bed head. She looked
so delicious stretched out under him. Those big brown eyes wide and trusting,
pink lush lips open and glistening wet.

“You
want to taste my cock little pet?”

She
nodded, her eyes going wider and looking a little scared now. She gave an
obvious swallow. “Yes please.”

He
pushed his hips forward and she opened her mouth. Heaven waited.

“Suck
me, baby girl.”

Simone
opened up her mouth and he thrust inside. Her lips closed tight around him and
her wet tongue made his toes curl with desire. He kept his movements fast, but
not deep. He needed to dominate
her,
yet scaring her
was not his intention.

She
moaned around his flesh and he moved faster. Tingles rippled down his cock and
his spine.

“You’re
using too much of your teeth, pet.”

She
instantly covered her teeth with her lips and the perfect slide of tongue and
suction pushed Patrick closer to the edge. He withdrew from her warm mouth and
climbed back off her.

She
looked up at him, her beautiful lips tilting down in a frown.

“I’m
sorry. Did I do that wrong?”

He
winked at her and lay between her legs.

“Of course not.
Now, I am going
to make you come with my mouth. Don’t hold back your screams and know that I
want all of you. Your juice, your pleasure, it is all mine.”

“Oh
God ...” She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment before opening them once again
and looking down on him with a vulnerable look in her eyes. “Yes Patrick.”

He
growled and nipped her inner thigh in punishment.

“Ah, sorry sir.
Yes, sir.”

He
smiled against her skin. He loved hearing his name on her lips, yet it didn’t
fit here.

He
pushed open her thighs with his hands and gazed down on the plump, juicy flesh
of her pussy. He traced her clit with his tongue and tasted her sweetness.
Yum.

She
moaned loudly and arched up, pulling on her bound hands.

“Patrick!
Sir, I want to use my hands.”

He
traced her swollen clit again with his tongue, and then looked up.

“No,
they are a reminder of my control and they please me. If your arms get too
sore, tell me and I will release you.”

She
panted and nodded, her eyes wild now.

Patrick
bent his head to his task and pushed two fingers deep inside her. She screamed
and gasped, twisting on the bed.

“More,
oh please, so close sir.”

Patrick
moved his lips and tongue faster on her clit, his fingers pumping in and out of
her. They made wet, suctioning sounds that could only just be heard over her
pleading. He loved hearing her beg, he would never get sick of that.

“Sir,
I’m coming. Oh please don’t stop.”

Patrick
lifted his head but kept finger fucking her. “I told you to come loudly little
pet, I hope you aren’t holding back on me.”

“No
...
ahh
, please, sir!”

Patrick
wrapped his lips around her clit and suckled strongly. Simone arched her back
and began to scream. Her moans and keening cries were pure music to his ears
and as he felt her pussy clamp down on his fingers, he groaned and licked her
faster.

“Patrick!”
Simone arched her back and came hard on his hand and face. Her
pussy drenched in her come
. It flowed onto his hand as her
body trembled and shook.

“Oh God, fuck.
Oh my God …” Simone was panting and twisting.
Fighting her restraints like a wild woman.

Blind
now with anything but his own need, Patrick ripped open the condom and sheathed
himself.

Simone
threw her legs open and he fell onto her.

“Your
arms are okay?” He asked, positioning himself for the thrust that would make
her his, forever.

She
nodded. “Yes, please, Patrick, sir, I need you.”

Patrick
braced himself, swooped down for a kiss, and thrust to the hilt in one thrust.

Simone
cried out, arching her back and breaking their kiss as she shuddered beneath
him.

Patrick
froze, a sweat breaking out all over his body. Never had he felt such
conflicting emotions. He wanted to pump madly, enjoy the tight, slick heat of
her, but the need to make this good for her overrode the animal lust.

Slowly
Simone’s stiff body relaxed and she opened her eyes to look at him again.

Patrick
pushed her knees up and pulled back. She gasped and lifted her hips as he sunk
back in.

“My pet.
You feel even
better than Heaven.” Patrick moved in and out of her body, slowly building in
tempo, lifting her ass to stimulate the nerves of her G-spot.

“Sir,
that feels so good.”

Patrick
thrust faster and harder, his own orgasm gathering within his belly. His balls
were tight, his cock thrumming.

She
began to tighten around him.

“Sir
… I think I’m going to come again.” Simone all but whimpered, tears pooling in
her eyes as he stared down at her.

Patrick
tilted her pelvis better and changed his thrust. She screamed and began to
convulse. Yes, that was the right angle.

“Oh
fuck!” Simone cried out as she shook and
spasmed
around him, her finger nails digging into his biceps.

Patrick
let go of the reins of his control and thrust once more, buried to the hilt, he
came long and loud. Simone gripped him tight with her thighs and held him
inside her.

Patrick
collapsed forwards, fireworks exploding inside his head as she wrung the final
ripples of pleasure from his body.

****

Simone
was struggling to catch her breath. Never had she felt like this. So totally
overwhelmed and yet so satisfied. There was no other word for it.

Patrick
was stroking her hair and she was lying with her head on his chest. He had
untied her moments after he had come, cleaned himself, then pulled her on top
of him for a cuddle.

Simone
noticed some implements lying on the bed next to them and reached across to
pick up the silver handle attached to the round pin-like star thing.

“What
are these things?”

Patrick
laughed and kissed the top of her head.

“That’s
a Waterberg Wheel. I can’t believe I forgot to use it! I’d planned to show you
how a touch of pain can enhance your pleasure, but got so distracted by your
natural charms I didn’t do it.”

Simone
smiled. She still felt the warm glow of her back side.

“I
wouldn’t say that completely. My ass is still stinging.”

Patrick
laughed again, the sound bringing another smile to Simone’s lips despite her
being completely serious. She laid her head on his chest and snuggled in.

“So,
it was all right, Patrick? Even without lots of kinky stuff?”

She
kept her head down but felt his lips on the top of her head.

“It
was incredible, Simone. Thank you for the most precious gift you gave me.”

She
laughed and raised her head, looking him directly in the eyes.

“I’m
the one who should be saying thank you. That was amazing. But I have nothing to
compare it to.” She blushed and dropped her head again, insecurities rising to
the surface, “So, it was okay for you?”

A
rumble sounded, deep in Patrick’s chest and he rolled them, pinning her to the
bed with his weight.

His
blue eyes were hard as he studied her. “That was awesome. If sex with you is
this good after only one try, I can’t even imagine how good it will be in six
months’ time.”

Joy,
pure and intense, pulsed through Simone. She couldn’t stop the grin that spread
across her face. “So, you want to see me again?”

Patrick
frowned at her.

“I
told you I did. I don’t play games, Simone.”

Simone
quirked her eyebrow at him, unable to believe he said such a thing.

A
wry smile spread over his mouth. “Not those sorts of games. You will always
know how I feel, Simone. I will be straight with you and you can speak to me
about anything.”

Simone
nodded and ran one of her hands down the side of his beloved face.

“Will
you be faithful in this relationship? Or are there different rules with your
lifestyle?”

Patrick
dropped his head and kissed her, gently at first, then stoked the fires of
their passion with his thrusting tongue and nipping teeth.

He
pulled back and stared down at her. She watched his talented hands pick up the
pin wheel. A tingle of apprehension shot through her as he laid it against her
upper arm and began to run it down her bicep.

“I
will be faithful if that’s what you need. Scenes at the club aren’t sexual in
nature for me, but we can discuss everything before and after. We will find our
own boundaries.”

The
pin wheel was a little painful as it made its way across her skin, yet it
heightened her excitement and arousal as Patrick leaned forward and followed
the trail with his tongue. Heat washed over Simone, ripping a gasp from her.

Patrick
lifted his head and stared her straight in the eyes.

“Lesson
two, my beautiful pet?”

He
waited and Simone counted her heartbeats, one, two,
three
.
Forcing
herself
to relax, she could trust this man and
together they would learn what made the other happy.

She
wanted to be his and if that meant loving something that he needed, then she
would learn to love it too. The bondage had been fun and whilst the spanking
had been a bit weird, she had liked the attention. Somehow she would find a way
to give him what he needed.

“Yes
please, sir.” But she ruined the affect with a yawn.

Patrick
smiled kindly down at her and turned around so that they were spooning. His
hard, muscled body felt so good at her back, but Simone panicked. She had
failed already.

“I’m
sorry sir, I didn’t mean ...”

Patrick’s
hand soothed her by making circles on her belly and she self-consciously sucked
it in. “
Shh
, Simone, calm down. You didn’t do
anything wrong.”

Simone
frowned at the use of her name and his tone. Their play was done for the night
it would seem.

“I
thought you wanted to show me some more things,” she whispered as her eyes slid
shut. She really was tired.

Patrick
stroked her thigh gently and kissed the back of her neck. “Baby, I’m the one
who should be apologizing. That was your first time and I’m being selfish to
want to push you too soon. Let’s get some sleep and we can play some in the
morning if you’re up to it.”

“Okay
...” Simone murmured, relieved that she hadn’t disappointed him. If this was
the start of a new relationship then she was rapt with their first date.” She
sighed as she settled against him and sank deep into the abyss of sleep.

Chapter Three

Simone
awoke to the most beautiful sensation of hot skin at her back and a warm arm
slung across her waist, holding her close. She smiled to herself as reality set
in. It was better than any dream she had ever had.

“Good
morning, beautiful.” Patrick’s sexy voice slid into her ear and Simone blushed
as she felt his morning erection pressing against her buttocks.

She
wriggled against it, her own body heating in anticipation. “Good morning,
Patrick.”

He
groaned and slid his hand around her hip and in between her legs. She squirmed
a little, and then gasped and clamped her legs tighter together as her Dom’s
talented fingers caressed her clit. Awareness throbbed through her belly as her
still half asleep body came fully awake.

“Oh my god!”
She squealed
and wriggled but he just held her closer and chuckled in her ear.

“You’re
playing with fire, missy.”

Simone
gasped again, closed her eyes, and
gyrated
her hips
back against his groin. There was no point playing coy after last night, she
wanted him again.

She
was quickly pushed flat on her belly and her legs were spread wide as Patrick
pinned her down with his weight.

Desire
curled low in her belly. There was no feeling in the world like the pressure of
a man on top of her.
The weight, the comfort.
This
position was different, but she still loved the feel of him. She was sore, yet
she needed this so much. She needed to feel wanted, desired.

Patrick
dropped a quick kiss on her neck before he leaned across her body and she heard
the squirt of a bottle.

“Are
you too sore, baby?”

Simone
turned her head to the side and whispered. “No, please ...”

Patrick
moved off her for a moment and Simone watched him as he sheathed himself with a
condom and moved back to gently rub the cool lube over her sensitive flesh. She
jumped, unable to lie still as he ran his fingertips over her pussy, then under
her to circle her clit.

“Tell
me what you need, baby girl.”

Simone
tilted her pelvis up and buried her face in the covers. He couldn’t possibly
think that she would be saying anything.

“Tell
me Simone, we aren’t playing at the moment. Tell me what you want me to do.”

Simone
shook her head and lifted
herself
a little higher.
“Please don’t make me say it.”

Patrick
chuckled and put a hand under her hip. “Lift up, sweetheart.”

Simone
lifted her hips slowly, not liking the vulnerability of the position. It made
her feel too open and exposed.

Patrick
slid a pillow under her pelvis and pushed her legs open. She took a deep breath
to calm herself as Patrick lay on top of her, his hands braced on either side
of her head.

He
bent down and whispered into her ear. “You ready for this, gorgeous girl? I
want to ride you ‘til you scream my name.”

Simone
clenched the pillow beneath her head and tilted her pelvis up once again. Her
body was throbbing, aching for penetration. “God, yes please.”

The
thick head of Patrick’s penis nudged her outer lips and she opened herself to
him. It was as natural as breathing. He thrust slowly into her, filling her
until she arched her back with a scream.

“Oh God!”
She was so
stretched, so full, yet that ache was sated.
So good.

He
began to retreat and Simone instantly wanted him back. She was empty without
him.

“More,”
she begged, moving back to follow him and he thrust forward again.

“Ah
...” Simone moaned and Patrick bent down to bite her ear gently as he truly
began to ride her.

She
closed her eyes and let the little moans and gasps that
rose
to the surface escape her lips and surround them. Patrick liked her loud and
she could definitely do that.

He
was moving faster now and Simone’s whole world seemed centered around that
place between her thighs. She tilted her hips up a little more and heat flooded
her lower body. Tingles of sensation wove magic down her legs and fireworks exploded
inside her belly.

“Ah,
Patrick, oh ...”

Patrick
grunted above her and moved faster, his thick cock penetrating her deep,
rubbing over that extra sensitive spot inside her. She gasped and a moan
escaped her lips, sweat beaded her forehead and her cheeks flushed with heat.

“Come
on, baby.” He moved harder and harder, doing a little snap with his hips that
tightened her belly to an extreme point of pleasure. Lights began to sparkle on
the edge of her vision and she arched up.

“Patrick!”
She screamed his name over and over as pulses of pleasure rippled through her
belly and down the backs of her legs. Pushing her up and out of this world,
then letting her free fall into a body still wracked with spasms of pleasure.

Patrick
gave one more thrust, pushing hard into her and Simone felt him pulsing deep
inside. She would love to feel the glide of his skin, feel the actual pulsing
of his cock inside her, but it was too soon.

She
collapsed forward with a groan and he gently slid out of her.

Panting,
she watched as he moved from the bed, cleaned himself up, and slid back onto the
bed with her.

She
closed her eyes and grumbled as her newly sensitive tissues complained. “Now
I’m sore!”

Patrick
smiled kindly and rubbed her back as she pulled the blanket up and moved the
pillow back to the top of the bed.

“What’s on for your day?”

Simone stretched, feeling sore but awake and buzzing. She turned
onto her side to look at Patrick, his amazing blue eyes roaming over her face.

“I have a baby shower for my cousin around lunchtime.”

Patrick dropped a soft kiss on her lips as naturally as can be.

“Are you free for dinner?”

Simone nodded, elated that he really did want more than just one
night with her. He had said he did; he had said a lot of things. She didn’t
think he was lying, but it was natural for her to be a little bit cautious.

He smiled happily but said nothing else. Really, that was it?
She wasn’t letting him get away with that.

“Why, Patrick? Would you like to do something for dinner?”

For a moment her brilliant ex-professor looked confused, his
brows drawn together. Then he gave her a shy, heart
breakingly
beautiful smile. “Would you like to go out for dinner tonight, Simone?”

She gave him her biggest smile, thrilled that he had understood
what she had needed so quickly.

“I’d love to.”

He kissed her again, longer and hotter this time.
His talented tongue stealing in to taste hers while his lips nipped
at hers.

She pulled away a little as his fingers found her sore nipples.
Hadn’t he had enough of her yet?

“Sorry, baby. You really are sore aren’t you?”

She nodded and pulled the sheet up again that had slipped down a
little. She shouldn’t be feeling self-conscious after everything they had just
shared, but it was still there. Once the passion cooled, she was embarrassed.

“I feel amazing, but yeah …”

Patrick jumped up in all his naked glory, obviously not feeling
any of the shyness that she was. Simone drank him in.
The
gorgeous, tight butt.
The huge muscled shoulders and
strong legs.
It was a man who could model for a Greek God.

“I think a shower is in order and then some breakfast. Would you
like to join me?”

Simone nodded but she waited until he disappeared to jump out of
bed and make her way to the bathroom.

She stuck her head in and called out. “Is there another toilet,
Patrick?”

“Yeah babe, just down the hall to the left.”

Simone couldn’t help the smile that stretched across her lips as
she made her way to the toilet and forced her body to relax. Everything stung a
bit, yet she couldn’t be happier. Not only was she no longer a virgin, but
Patrick wanted a relationship with her. A real one and not only did he want a
relationship, he wanted her to be enough for him that he didn’t need anyone
else.

She washed her hands and made her way back to the bathroom where
Patrick was already washing himself. She was still a little concerned about the
BDSM side of things, what would happen if she couldn’t learn to love it all?

“Jump in.”

Patrick indicated to the nonexistent shower door and Simone
stepped around the sheet of glass, holding
herself
straight so that her breasts looked perkier.

Patrick moved out of the water and began to shampoo his hair.

“What are your plans for today?” Simone directed the question at
her lover while she stepped under the water, the heat washing away all the
evidence of the night before.

“Work mostly.
Papers to correct.
All that.”

Simone picked up the soap and began to wash her body. She winced
as her newly de-flowered body stung.

“Really sore?”

Simone turned towards him again with surprise. “Don’t you know?”

Patrick laughed, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously at her.
“Are you kidding me? I don’t think I’ve ever slept with a virgin before.”

Simone ducked her head back under the spray to hide her flush of
pleasure. She hoped their relationship lasted, but if it didn’t he still
wouldn’t forget her. She loved the fact that she would always be remembered by
him, if only for that.

“Well, now I feel special.”

Patrick laughed, loud and hard. Simone grinned again, loving
that sound more than any other she had ever heard. Well, the sounds he had made
during their lovemaking had been pretty amazing too. The very memory of it was
enough to make her belly curl in arousal.

Patrick stepped out of the shower, dried himself down and
wrapped the towel around his waist. “I’ll go and get some breakfast ready. Meet
you in the kitchen?”

Simone smiled softly at her lover, the ease between them so
natural that she felt instantly at home. “Yeah sure, thanks.”

Patrick headed out and Simone just stood beneath the water while
she relived every moment of the night before.
Every hot
touch, rasp of his teeth on her skin.
Patrick’s amazing body and how he
had made her feel. Everything had been more incredible than she had ever
dreamed, and she had fantasized about it many times.

When she was sure Patrick would have gone to the kitchen
already, she turned the water off and took her time towel drying her tender
body. She felt like she’d been riding a bike for two days and every muscle was
sore and stretched.

Simone
walked back into the bedroom and
slipped her
clothes back on, minus her undies, she couldn’t put them back on.
She wandered down the white hallway, sparsely decorated
with a few black and white photographs and made her way
into the
kitchen where Patrick was pacing.

She
stopped when he turned, his face lined with pain.

“What’s
wrong, Patrick?”

Patrick
shook his head and indicated that she should sit down where some papers rested.

Dread
settled into her belly but she dropped into the chair and picked up the white
sheets. It was a contract.

“What’s
this?” She put it down and looked up at him.

“Read
it.”

It
was a BDSM contract. “I don’t want to read it. I want you to talk to me. Sit
down.”

Patrick
stared at her as though she were simple for a moment, and then fell down into
the chair next to her. “I fucked up.”

“What
are you talking about?” Simone reached over for his hand and stroked it. She
was beginning to really worry. What was wrong with her big strong Dom?

“I
shouldn’t have brought you home last night. It goes against all the rules.”

Patrick
was muttering to himself and not even looking at her.

Simone
took her hand back, hurt that he would think such a thing.

“Why
would it be wrong? What rules?”

What the hell
was he talking about?

Patrick
linked his fingers together on top of the table and continued to stare at his
hands. “There are rules about play, lots of them of course. But one is not to
have sex for the first three play sessions, if at all. You certainly don’t take
a Sub home the first night and have sex with them. I didn’t even show you the
contract! Or discuss limits! What sort of Master does that make me?”

Simone
blew out an exasperated breath. She hated that word,
Master
.
Seriously?