Retraining the Dom (6 page)

He sauntered
very casually over to the Cross pretending he didn’t care, dropping his shirt
carelessly to the floor as he went. This was for his benefit as much as hers.
It went against the grain to act as a sub. She might trust him to keep his
wrists on the diagonal bars of the equipment, but he wasn’t sure he could
comply as he still wasn’t certain of her intentions once he was there.

"Legs
apart."
Olivia's demand was irritating. Actually, if he was
truthful her command wasn’t as unnerving as the fact that by facing toward the Cross
he felt vulnerable. He hadn't had this feeling for a long time. His stomach
churned, and he had to grip the bars tightly to stop his natural urge to turn
and face his adversary.

Trying to glance
at what she was doing over his shoulder didn’t work either.

“Face the Cross,
Trey.”

He was about to
turn away and say “fuck it” and
walk
out, but Olivia
was clearly aware of his intention. Before he had a chance to move she said,
“Don’t do it, Trey. Do you want to fail?”

Dammit!
How does she know me so well?

“All right, but
get on with it!” He turned back and focused on listening to the sounds behind
him. After a long moment when she obviously waited to see if he would stay put,
he heard her walk to the cupboard, he guessed, where the equipment was stored.
Each room had a supply of implements from impact tools to restraints to items
for cleaning up afterwards. He wondered what she would use, straining hard to
listen for any sounds that might give a clue, like the jingle of chains if she
were to use restraints or a flap of flogger tails.

Nothing.

Then the click
of her heels, unnaturally loud as she walked across the wooden floor toward
him. Trey's heart beat quicker.

Stop
it, you idiot. You are not afraid of anything she can do. She may be a strong
woman but...

That thought was
left unsaid as he heard a sound he was used to, that of a flogger being swung.
Part of him relished the sound—the part of him that was a Dom. Only he wasn't being
one now.

A whoosh of air
preceded the tails of the instrument hitting his jeans-clad backside. He
instinctively braced himself, and another part of him wondered if all subs listened
for similar sounds.

The impact hardly
registered. Instead it seemed to smooth over the side of his hip. He frowned.
When a second hit to his other side was more of a swipe, like a brushstroke, he
relaxed. Was Olivia afraid of him, of his reaction? The third was the same.

“God,
Livvy
. That is absolutely pathetic. Call yourself a
Domme
?” He sniggered sarcastically at her attempts.

His mocking laughter
turned into a gurgle as he felt something soft flutter over his back, tickling
him.

“What’s that?”

“Hmm. Don’t you
know what I am doing?” He twisted his head around, remembering at the last
minute to keep his hands where they were. All he could feel was a very light
sensation across his body, up to his shoulders, back down the middle of his
back.

“
Ahhhh
.”
He squirmed away from her.

Olivia giggled.
“Never thought you were the wriggling kind, Trey.”

She took pity on
him and brought the item up his side. He could now see it was the flogger. He had
thought it was a feather and frowned not realizing before now that something so
lethal could be so soft.

“You think I
wasn’t being forceful enough, but I don’t think you see the sensual potential
in using a flogger. You just think it is something to use as hard as possible.”

He responded
immediately, prickled by her assertion, but knowing inwardly that she spoke the
truth. “Not so!”

Olivia’s response
was harsh, and he winced. “You could never use an instrument like this without
wanting to hit. As your hand gripped the handle you would tense and lash out.”

That needled
him. “I’ll take that challenge.”

Watching out of
the corner of his eye he saw her step back studying him intently as if trying
to decide how serious he was. And he truly was. He knew deep in his heart she
was right, and he had to prove she wasn’t—to himself, if no-one else.

She contemplated
this for a few moments,
then
made a decision. “Very
well, you get dressed and I’ll call for a sub, so you can show me.”

“No.” His firm
answer arrested her in the motion of moving away from him to place the flogger
on the table.

“Changed your
mind? Can’t do it after all?” Her face was full of sarcasm.

He turned to
lean back against the Cross. “I meant no to the sub. I challenge
you
to be the one on the receiving end.”

She was
astonished at this suggestion. Her mouth opened, but then she closed it
quickly, her teeth snapping shut. “You have to be kidding.”

“But
Livvy
, excuse me, Mistress Olivia, how will you know I have
been gentle?” He grinned, knowing he had her.

Crossing her
arms she tried to work out his purpose. “I can simply ask the sub.”

Trey sensed her
indecision and pushed his advantage. “Yes, but being a submissive they may just
agree to avoid getting lashed harder or to get your approval. Try it yourself.
Go on. Be brave.”

The hesitation
was obvious in her body language, and that was somewhat surprising. He expected
her to walk off in a huff at his suggestion or go back to what she had been
doing with the flogger before.

“All
right.
But we do it on my terms.”

He smirked.
I win that one!
“And they are?”

Olivia had
turned away, so he couldn’t see her expression, but her voice sounded firm. “I
wear the self-releasing cuffs.”

Trey nodded.
That made sense since this was about him losing control and no one trusting him,
Olivia included.

But she hadn’t
finished. “Also I remain fully clothed.”
 

With this demand
he raised his eyebrows and silently called her a coward.

“And you are
limited to five strokes.”

“Oh, come on,
Livvy
!” Olivia was not looking in his direction. He had to
push her harder and said, “Twenty strokes.” He knew perfectly well she would
balk.

Her chin came up
swiftly. “Ten!”

“Done.”
His
smile was one of satisfaction.

Olivia stared at
him, clearly wondering if she had been duped into this, but stuck by her word
and retrieved the self-releasing cuffs from the cupboard, placing them on her
wrists. These had a catch at the side which enabled the wearer to pull open if
necessary allowing them to get out in an instant.

Attaching
herself to the ring on one side of the Cross, and then the other, without
waiting for him she then stood ready.
“So.
Prove
yourself. Show me you won’t hit Marilyn, or any other sub, like that again.”

Having dressed
again and back in his clothes he felt in control once more, particularly with
Olivia restrained. He picked up the flogger she had discarded, almost sighing
at the feel of it in his hand, not conscious before how much he missed it. Gripping
the handle tightly, he suddenly had a violent urge, wanting to lash out.

Trey nearly
dropped the implement. He was stunned by his reaction. Had he turned out like
his mother after all?
 
He had originally
gotten into
BDSM
as a way of gaining confidence and
finding his own strength. Being able to dominate another person, particularly
women, was his revenge. Swallowing the bile that had risen in his throat, he
loosened his tight muscles and relaxed his hold on the flogger, twirling his
wrist loosely, letting the straps flap around, as he reminded himself that the
subs he picked were those who wanted to be hit.

“Are you getting
on with it?”

Smiling at the
impatient tone in Olivia’s voice, he went up to her.
“Tut
tut
, my love.
An attitude like that deserves a
punishment, don’t you think?”

“
Treyyyy
!”
She was warning him, but he was
enjoying this too much.

That realization
suddenly hit him in the solar plexus, and he felt winded. This was the first
time in a long while that he had enjoyed playing a scene with a sub, even if
Livvy
wasn’t a sub.

“What is it?
What’s wrong? I’m releasing myself.” Her head was twisted around trying to see
him.

He quickly straightened.
“Stay right where you are. I just need you to tell me your safe word.” He
needed her to know he remembered the basic rules.

She answered
straight away.
“Windmill.”

Trey was bemused.
It seemed to him she already had a safe word. “Why windmill?”

Olivia shrugged.
“I had good sex in one once.”

He chuckled
until she settled, and then calmed as he raised the implement. He was back in
his element. But he didn’t swipe at her as she was probably expecting judging by
the way she tightened her butt. He could have told her to stop tensing, but instead
he let the straps run up her left thigh and was amused when she lifted her knee
to avoid it. He knew it would tickle, just like she’d done to him. As her legs
hadn’t been restrained, Trey had a surefire method to stop her evading him, and
he swiftly pulled back the flogger and lashed her right thigh forcing her to
lower the first leg.

It wasn’t as
hard as he was used to doing, but it was enough to make her squeal and squirm
away.

“Now,
now.
A
Domme
of your standing should know better. Stay
still with both feet on the ground. Or did you want to say your safe word?” He
wasn’t worried about that. Olivia would be the first person to cry it.

“No.”

“Good.” He patted
her butt with the handle using it as a rod or
paddle
and enjoyed the light thwack. Trey thought he heard a sound from Olivia, but he
wasn’t sure what. As an experiment he nudged the end of the handle between her
thighs pressing upward until she rose onto the toes of her heels. Hearing a faint
moan, he raised an eyebrow. Stepping back in astonishment he considered the
pert buttocks in front of him and lifted the flogger slashing at her, left then
right.
Left, then right.

Pausing for a
moment he let her relax and waited to see if she would say anything as he
hadn’t been particularly soft that time.

She was quiet
and appeared to be waiting for him to continue. He couldn’t work out this side
of Olivia. She came over all strong and dominant, and then as soon as she was
restrained she seemed to turn to mush.

About to
continue to the left again, a sudden notion made him swipe upward between her
thighs, feeling the ends hit her pussy.

Olivia let out an,
“Eek.” He frowned.
Was that good or bad?
Suddenly he was questioning his ability. But when was the last time he cared
whether his sub was experiencing enjoyment, even if Olivia wasn’t a sub?

Her subsequent
quick, panting breaths told him she had liked it. At least he thought she had.
When he raised the flogger for another swipe to the left and she pushed her out
her backside to meet him it confirmed his suspicions.

Finishing the
remaining three stripes he moved forward to plaster himself against her back as
he released her cuffs. Noticing the tremble in her limbs he whispered in her
ear, “I think you enjoyed being the sub for a change.”

She struggled,
but he held her still. Olivia acquiesced, and shrugged. “It’s good to try out
something new.”

Trey frowned.
There was something in her voice that didn’t ring true. “Or maybe it isn’t so
new.” He turned her round to face him as a notion struck him. “Were you a sub
before you became a
Domme
?”

Olivia tensed,
and he felt her pulling away from him, emotionally as well as physically.
“That’s so long ago, it’s a different century.” Her answer was gruff, forced.
“Literally.
You should try it sometime. It’s good to know both
perspectives.” She gave him a pointed look.

He felt her loss
as she moved away from him to replace the cuffs in the cupboard. This was a
turn up for the books.
A
most interesting one
.

Chapter Five

Trey’s cock was
in Olivia’s mouth. She was kneeling in front of him in the training room. But
she wasn’t being submissive.
Oh no,
siree
!

Actually, when
sucking cock, she preferred this position. It was much more comfortable than
going down from above. She just got backache that way, although it would have
been nice to have a cushion to kneel on, but she didn’t want to show any
weakness.