The Art of Domination (39 page)

Dylan looks hurt at my not wa
nting to have him present at my counseling session. I suppose he’s right. I’ve already told him the worst of what Alex did to me.

“Okay
, whatever you want,” I tell him and he smiles, but he has a look of uncertainty on his face.

“Do you really mean that?”

“Of course, I do,” I reply, not quite knowing why he would think I didn’t mean it. He smiles crookedly. I love this man. He’s so easy to please sometimes.

When we pull up outside a large warehous
e in a very nice area of Denver, I think maybe we’re here for business purposes. There are large loft buildings and apartments surrounding us and it’s just off the downtown area. Shopping is nearby and plenty of restaurants, as well. I don’t think twice about being here as my mind is on other things; namely my mother and father.

Dylan gets out of the vehicle and opens the door for me and leads me in to the building.
Its four stories high and all brick with old painted advertisements on the side. There’s a large fenced in courtyard to the side. I peek in and see trees and very nice landscaping all covered in fresh snow. Maybe we’re here to visit someone. I look up at the tall building and the blue Colorado winter sky beyond it. The air is crisp and cold, but it smells clean. I love living here with Dylan. I can’t wait to be home lying in our large bed with Dylan snuggled up to me. Dylan pulls me inside the main entrance. There are several security officers, a few of whom I recognize, busily working.

“Congrat
ulations, Mr. and Mrs. Young,” one of the men says.

I wonder when I’ll get used to being called that. Dylan looks down at me and winks and my bell
y flutters with desire for him.  Raul comes around with our bags, thoroughly confusing me. 

“Dylan, what’s going on? Are we staying here instead of going home?”

“We are home, Isa,” he says as we get on the elevator.

My look must be one of complete shock because Dylan lets out a loud chuckle and hugs me tightly.

“This is home now? But, when and how?”

“I’ve been very busy while you were resting at the hospital.
Sawyer has been too. I couldn’t have done this without his and Raul’s help.”

The elevator pings at the second floor and the doors open up to a large open area.

“Oh my God, Dylan.” I’m stunned. It’s a real art studio. My paintings are hanging from the walls and ceiling on art hooks. A painting station is set up near one of the floor to ceiling windows. There are shelves and racks with all the painting supplies I could ever dream of. There’s track lighting throughout, making the huge loft well-lit. At the far end of the loft there’s a small office set up with a partition wall and a double sink near another wall just off a bathroom. I stand in the middle of the room looking around like a kid on Christmas morning. Dylan reaches over and tips my chin up, closing my mouth.  He moves behind me and hugs me.

“Do you like it?” h
e whispers in my ear.

“Oh, sugar, t
ell me this isn’t just a dream.” I spin around and bury my face in his chest. I love this man so much. I don’t deserve him. “Show me the rest.”

Instead of taking the elevator, we take a staircase up to the next level and I’m faced with an enormous living area. There’s all new furniture, including a new sectional, dining table and all the extras. There are stunning rugs throughout the large rooms covering the wood floors. The
windows are covered with dark-colored, heavy velvet fabric that hangs over long brass rods and I’m reminded of the way a castle must’ve looked back in the medieval times. Even with the enormity of the room, it’s inviting and cozy.

The kitchen is off the main area and is gorgeous and modern with granite countertops and appliances
that are hidden behind façade wood coverings. Good Lord. This is high-end living right here. There’s no way this is my home.
No way.
There’s a large fireplace in the middle of the room that separates the dining and living areas.

Dylan’s beautiful artwork is hanging on the walls, as well as several of my pieces. He
continues to give me the grand tour of the place, explaining the main level is where the parking is and there’s also a weight room and sauna.

“
A sauna? I can think of a few things we can do to build up a sweat in there,” I say to him suggestively, but he completely ignores my comment and keeps moving through the rooms.

There are two moderate sized bedrooms on this level and a large office. I n
otice that Chapel Hill is gone and in its place are a new chocolate brown-colored leather couch and a matching high-back chair. His new desk is larger than his previous one.  I’ll be able to spread myself out nicely on it, I think to myself.  There are bookshelves on every wall and my now infamous painting that brought us together is hanging on the wall facing his desk. The room is big, but warm and comfortable with several oversized rugs and thick plush window treatments.

“Dylan, you have the most wonderful taste in furnishings.”

“I do, don’t I?” he says as he looks around the room, nodding his head.

“
I don’t understand how you could’ve done this in such a short period of time.”

“A lot of people and
a lot of money, that’s how. I’ve been interested in this building for a few months. After what you said about living in a home with another woman’s memories in it, well, I knew we needed somewhere we could start over. When I heard it was on the market, I snatched it up.”

“Where’s our bedroom?”

“Follow me, beautiful.”

He leads me up another staircase that’s just off the office and spirals up to the four
th floor. I’m surprised to find only a large bed in the middle of a huge stark white room, a white high-back chair, a rug and nothing else. No curtains, no furnishings, no decorations. The bed is white brushed metal with a stunning canopy with sheer white fabric hanging down. I also take note that there are plenty places to fasten bindings to.

“You can de
corate this room all yourself,” Dylan answers before I can ask.

I run and jump on the bed
and lie down in it. The fireplace on the opposite wall of the bed is burning and I can feel the heat radiating towards me.

“You
know, we really don’t need anything else in this room.”

Dylan gets that
unruly look in his eyes and his posture changes subtly.

“
Come lie down with me and keep me warm.” I’m doing my best to entice him, hoping he’ll finally give in and fuck me. 

“It’
s already warm enough in here, don’t you think?”

He’s such a tease.
“No, I don’t. Is it because of how hideous I look that you won’t lie down with me?” I ask him, trying to play on his sympathy.

“Nice try. You look amazing, despite your black eyes.”

“Then get over here and prove it.”

He hesitates as if he’s thinking about it. My alter ego is itching to come out and whip his ass for making me wait. I sit up on the edge of the bed, contemplating tying his ass down and taking what belongs to me.

“I know that look,” Dylan says playfully.

“What
look?” I ask.

“Mistress Isabel
wants to come out and play. Doesn’t she?”

I feel myself blush.
Mistress Isabel?
He’s never called me that before. Speaking of which…

“Where’s the dungeon?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Dylan leads me over to the far right of the bedroom suite where there’s a floor to ceiling bookshelf. He reaches underneath and pushes a button and the entire shelf slides open revealing another room behind the wall. It’s all very secretive and I feel my jaw drop open. Again, Dylan reaches over, tips my chin up and laughs.

“Holy medieval palace, Dylan.”

The room is unbelievable. It’s magical. It’s sexual and sensual. It’s amazing… it’s… it’s… “Sweet baby Jesus.” My pussy quivers and does a somersault at what I see. The equipment is all new, including a few things I’ve never seen before; things that make me a little wary and frightened at the sight of them, but still, I’ve completely soaked my panties. 

The brick walls are painted a deep sapphire blue.
In the middle of the room there’s a huge chandelier hanging from the high ceiling that looks antique and like something out of a castle. The king-sized bed in the middle of the room is a four poster all mahogany antique bed with marvelous carvings throughout the wood. There’s even a fireplace in this room on the same wall as the bed with an ornate carved wooden mantle.

The suspension rig is shiny, but a deeper silver than our previous rig. Or maybe it’s just the lighting. But the smell…
my God.
It’s delicious and sweet - like orange peel, musk and new leather. And cinnamon? I can’t place the spicy undertone wafting past my nose. My senses are on edge and I feel prickles of desire move across my skin when I hear the crackling fire. The lighting is dim, making the room appear mysterious and sultry.

I’m moving through the room slowly, inspecting all of the new equipment, touching it, and inhaling deeply when I move close to the leather. When I turn my head to look at Dylan, he’s standing motionless and silent up against one of the posters on the bed, holding on to it with one hand and his head cocked to the side. His eyes are scanning me up and down and I feel my body
heat under his gaze. I can’t see the blue of his irises because of the dimmed lighting, but they look dark and devious. His tongue slicks across his lips, leaving them wet and shiny.

This new dungeon
is mine and Dylan’s alone to make and create our own sexy memories. This man, my husband, knows exactly what to give me to make me happy. I can’t take this anymore. I want him to dominate me. I
need
him to dominate me. I want to learn how to be the Master of my Universe from him. I want to learn the art of domination from him. I walk towards him and fall to my knees in front of him, bow my head and grip onto his leg, holding on for dear life.

“
Please, Master, take me.”

His breathing
becomes rapid and his body tenses up. I want to see the look in his eyes, but I don’t dare look up at him without permission. His hands are in my hair.
I just want him to take me.

“Isabel, look at me, please,” he says hushed.

When I look up at him, his eyes are smoldering.

“I want nothing more than
to have you right now, but I’ve already told you that I want you to talk to your counselor first. Don’t make me say it again.”

Dylan’s gentle stern voice reveals his need, but I can see that he’s serious and his dominance is undeniable. I want to scream at him and lash out in horny angriness, but I’
ll follow his lead. As usual, he’s in control of himself and I need to learn from him how to do that.  He reaches his hand down to me and helps me up from my knees.

“You have no idea how much I love you, do you?”

His question surprises me. He pulls me close to him and holds my face.

“No. Tell me.”

He smiles his lop-sided boyish grin and it rips at my heart.

“I thought I’d lost you
,” he breathes. His eyes gloss over and his steely resolve wavers, and for a brief moment, I see his dominance wane.

“
Thank you for this, Dylan. Thank you for making a home that we can call our own.”

I want Isa more than I can explain and my raging hard-on isn’t helping matters any. Being in this room with her, the smell of the leather, her
clean scent, and the lust burning in her eyes…
holy shit.
I need to get her out of here. I can see that her Domme is fighting to come out and I’d love to see that sexy little thing, but not yet. Soon, though; very soon.

“I should get the rest of my things from my apartment now,” Isa says as we walk out of the dungeon.

“About that - there was a break in and all of your personal belongings were destroyed.”

She looks at me dazed and angry.
“When did that happen?”

“Before we left for Beaver Creek.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks.

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

“This is absurd. When I see the woman who’s caused all of this, I swear I’ll kick her ass sideways. I swear it, Dylan. And Erika, too. This is complete bullsh… crap.”

She
stops herself from cursing in front me and looks at me sheepishly to see if I’ve noticed, then she smiles lamely at me.
Jesus, she’s adorable.

“Oh, really? You think you can kick both their asses, do you? You don’t think you might need a little help with that?” I ask wryly.

“No, I don’t. Why? You don’t think I can do it?”

Isa narrows her eyes at me and puts her hands on her hips.

“I didn’t say that. But you are just a little thing and I’m not sure…”