The Romantic Dominant (15 page)

“I don’t want to be easy,” she whimpered. “I want you to make love to me, to hold me and be inside me.”

“Are you sure? You seem so frail.”

“I am not frail, I am just not fat anymore,” she declared.

“You were never fat,” he grinned.

“You don’t want to make love? I think you do,” she purred, and dropping her hand from his neck she reached down to caress his swollen, hungry member.

“Ohhh, Gabriela,” he moaned, the sizzle from her touch surging through his loins. “I’ve wanted you forever.”

“I am here,” she cooed, stroking him gently.

Lowering his head he kissed her neck, traveling his lips to the hollow of her throat and across her clavicle as his hands began caressing her breasts.

“That feels so wonderful,” she purred.

His mouth moved downward, engulfing a nipple, sucking it through the satin silk, then moving to its twin he gently nibbled, but all the while her hand was urgently pushing down his boxers. Sitting up he yanked them away, pulled off his T-shirt, then taking the hem of her nightie he moved it up her body and over her head.

Though thin she was still shapely, and to Zander’s eye stunningly beautiful. He breathed her in as he chased kisses across her torso, against her thighs, and back up to her breasts, finally touching his fingers between her legs finding her deliciously wet.

“You are so…” he murmured.

“In need of you, Zander. No one else, just you,” she sighed.

Moving gently on top of her he took her wrists and held them on either side of her head, a gesture as natural to him as breathing, then moving his cock forward he snaked inside her succulent slit. She moaned, lifting her hips, and as he buried himself in her warm wetness he moved his mouth to her ear.

“I’ve waited for this for a very long time,” he murmured, moving slowly, pumping gently, “and it’s a thousand times more lovely than I dreamed.”

“Me too, Zander, me too.”

He rode her tenderly, relishing the sight of her, the feel of her, savoring every second of her sweetness. Moving with sure, measured, strong thrusts, he kissed her neck, whispered how divinely glorious she felt, and she returned his whispers with warm words of adoration and gratitude.

“I never want this to end,” she breathed. “Never.”

Pausing, he laid buried inside her, resting on his elbows, her nipples brushing his chest.

“I don’t even know what to say,” he replied. “You’re the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“I never want the sun to rise, I never want to leave this bed, I just want to be with you, like we are, right now.”

“Are you saying,” he crooned, beginning to move again, slowly teasing her cunt, “you don’t want the enormous pleasure I’m about to bestow upon you?”

“Oooh, what are you doing?” she whimpered as his hands slid underneath her and clutched her bottom.

“In just a minute or two you’ll find out,” he promised.

Deftly he moved her, positioning himself for maximum penetration, and pumped with steady, powerful thrusts, each stroke brushing against her magic spot, shooting tantalizing tingles through her sex.

“Th, th, that’s…”

“Ssshhh, just feel,” he purred.

Closing her eyes she surrendered to his edict, embracing the prurient euphoria as she felt her orgasm drawing near. It was building, full and strong and real, and she held her breath, waiting for the moment.

Zander could feel the joyous pressure about to release. Pumping faster he watched her back arch and her hands clutch at the sheets, and a moment later she released a wail of glory as the climax flowed through her body. Only then did he allow himself his own pleasure, groaning as his orgasm rippled through him, squeezing his eyes shut, giving in to the intensity of the moment.

The rush of their passion dissipated slowly, until drained and spent he dropped next to her, and cradling her close to his body he softly kissed her face and neck.

“My beautiful girl,” he whispered.

“Zander, I am feeling the tears…” and with the words her only warning she broke into heavy sobs, holding him as the pent up emotion flowed, breaking through the thick barriers she’d erected through the months of her imprisonment.

“Yes, you cry,” he crooned, rocking her. “You cry with the pain and the sorrow, and then cry with the relief and the joy.”

“I do, I cry for it all,” she sobbed, her voice muffled against his chest, “and for those who came before me, and who might follow.”

“None will follow,” he vowed quietly, e
ven if it takes the rest of my life to expose him.

When the tears finally evaporated and she had fallen asleep wrapped in his arms, he stared out at the night sky watching the clouds clear.

I always knew you were out there and I never gave up. I almost did, but I couldn’t, and now I know why. I promise I will cherish you, and I will protect you, and I will love you always
.

He felt the yawn, and dropping away he slept like he hadn’t in a very long time.

Gabriela’s room at the Tudor house had been dark even on the brightest of days, the windows covered in a heavy tint, so when the light from the early morning sun streamed through the windows waking her up, she blinked in surprise, then joy, as she saw the city sparkling below. Gently sitting up so as not to wake her sleeping Zander, she leaned back and marveled at the sight.

It’s all real. Everything is real. I am free, and I am with Zander. How did this happen?

She could feel a new set of tears brimming, and sighing deeply she pushed them away. Staring down at her wonderfully romantic dominant, she wondered how long it had been since he’d had a real breakfast to start his day.

Though she’d been emotional and distressed she had sensed a loneliness about him, and the penthouse, though stunning in its appearance, felt empty, like a place in which he resided, but not a home in which he lived a full and satisfying life.

Silently slipping from the bed she crept into the guest room and showered, and after perusing the clothing he’d so generously provided she selected a retro-styled, short-sleeved, green and white print dress, with a square neck, belted waist and full skirt. There were some white ballet shoes that were divinely comfortable, and wishing she had some makeup she moved back into the bathroom and opened up the top drawer of the counter. To her surprise, she found a myriad of sample cosmetics and a small note.

Just in case.

We’ll shop for your personal favorites when you’re ready.

Z

She broke into a large smile, and searching through the small packets she found several moisturizers and foundation samples, and some eye-shadow.

You really are the most extraordinary man, Zander Davis!

When she’d finished getting ready she smiled at her reflection. The worried glaze that had stared back at her for so many months had been replaced by a sparkle, and smiling, she headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Opening the refrigerator she found everything she needed, and set about scrambling some eggs, which she placed in a shallow oven dish, and sprinkled cheese, bacon, and small squares of buttered bread across the top. It was one of her original recipes, simple but delicious, and placing it in the oven, she set the temperature high enough to keep it warm, ready to broil when Zander appeared.

The built-in coffee maker was confusing, but after searching around she discovered a large French Press and a packet of coffee in the freezer, but unable to find a kettle, she put some water to boil in a saucepan on the stove.

Moving across to the sliding glass doors she stepped out on to the terrace to embrace the morning; a soft breeze, a cool clip in the air, and soft cotton clouds moved languidly across the sky. The dining table caught her attention, and impulsively she decided to set it up for their breakfast. She had just finished when he ambled into the kitchen, hair tumbled and wearing his robe.

“What is that incredible smell?” he asked, walking towards her with open arms.

“Would I be correct in assuming you’ve never had a cooked breakfast here?”

“You would,” he sighed, hugging her, “though I’ve had cereal a couple of times.”

“You work hard, you need good food, not all that restaurant stuff I’ll bet you live on.”

“You are a total gem, and have I told you how gorgeous you look in that dress?”

“You have now,” she sighed.

Kissing her softly, lingering his lips, not wanting to leave them, he finally pulled away.

“Please take your seat at the table on the terrace,” she smiled, her eyes sparkling up at him.

He hadn’t noticed that she had set up outside, and shook head.

“I have always wanted to have breakfast out there,” he declared. “I can’t believe it.”

“Sit and relax, and I’ll bring it out.”

Kissing her on the cheek he moved outside and sat down, marveling at the surprise.

She poured the boiling water into the French Press and carried it out, then returning to the oven, broiled the egg dish for just a couple of minutes, then carefully removing it, smiled at the sizzling cheese, bacon and crispy bread. Placing it carefully on the stovetop she dished two large helpings on plates, and carried them out to the table.

“That looks fantastic,” he beamed.

“I hope you like it. Do you want anything else? Orange juice? Toast?”

“Everything I want is right here,” he said meaningfully, smiling up at her.

She smiled back, sat down, and picking up her fork began to eat.

“Wow, this is delicious,” he remarked, and pausing to drink some coffee he looked out over the city. “It is a glorious day. Is here anything special you’d like to do?”

“Yes, there is. I have my files and bank books in an office. I’d like to go there so I can cash out one of my CD’s.”

“Didn’t you say he took your money,” Zander frowned.

“He did, the money he knew about. When he went through my house he found my check book and I had to close the account and give him everything, but my CD’s and business accounts are with different banks and I keep those records in my office. It’s only a closet really, I just call it an office. It’s a place to keep my files and store some things. Anyway, after I do that I really want to get my hair cut.”

“Your hair is beautiful,” he smiled.

“It will be more beautiful after it has been cut, but, Zander, I’m afraid. I can’t help worrying, what if he sees me?”

“He won’t. I’m going to be your chauffeur and there’s an excellent salon in one of my business parks. I’ll call and make an appointment for you.”

“Zander,” she sighed, “I’m so much trouble.”

“No,” exclaimed, “I want to do these things for you. I’m so happy you’re here.”

“Maybe not as happy as me,” she smiled.

“I don’t know, this breakfast is amazing,” he grinned.

“You have finished already. Do you want more?”

“I would love more, but I’m stuffed,” he replied, “and I guess I’d better take that shower now.”

“Zander, by any chance do you have a computer I can use? I’d like to log on to my accounts.”

“Yes, sure. There’s a computer in my study. Touch any key and it will power up.”

Standing up he kissed her lightly, and together they cleared the table. As she watched him amble away to his bedroom she said a silent prayer of thanks. So many things could have gone wrong during her escape but nothing had, and humming happily she set about washing the dishes and stacking them neatly on a towel, then headed to the study.

Zander had just taken off his robe and was about to step into the shower when he heard her calling him, but she was difficult to hear over the sound of the water. Turning off the faucets he pulled on his robe and stepped into his bedroom.

“Zander!”

She sounded panic stricken and he raced down the hallway, frantically scanning the living area to see where she was.

“What’s wrong, where are you?” he called.

“In here! Your study. Please, quickly.”

“What is it, what’s the matter?” he asked urgently, bursting through the door.

She was standing behind his desk, her face white, her eyes blazing.

“Why do you have this man on your computer? Why?” she demanded, her voice shaking.

“What man, who are you talking about,” he frowned, moving quickly to her side and staring down at the computer screen. “That’s Connor Matthews, do you know him? What has you so upset?”

“That is the man!” she exclaimed, clutching his arm and staring at him. “Connor Matthews is the man who kidnapped me, who held me against my will. It was him, Zander. It was him!”

C
onnor had woken up with mixed emotions. He was pleased to have such a responsive and naive new slut-slave in the house, but he was worried about the Brazilian Bitch and what she might be up to. Watching the playback of Slut Abby’s hysterics, however, had filled him with renewed vigor, and after showering and dressing his focus had returned to her programming.

Bag of tricks in hand he walked to her door, quietly unlocked it and stepped inside.

Exhausted and drained, Abigail had finally crawled on the bed in the early hours of the morning, crying herself into an uneasy, fitful doze, but sleep deprivation was one of Connor’s many tools. It was time for the slut to be woken, comforted, mentally manipulated, then given extreme pleasure.

Placing the bag at the side of the bed he gently laid down next to her, pulling her into his arms. He was dressed in a microfiber sweater and pants, incredibly warm and cozy, all designed to quell her anxiety.

She rolled into him, still half asleep, curling like a cat against his chest, mumbling in her half-sleep. Tenderly he stroked her hair, bringing her back into consciousness. As he expected she would, she immediately tried to pull away.

“Ssssh, it’s all right Abby. Relax. I’m not here to hurt you.”

“What do you want? Why did you lock me in here? Why did you drug me?” she whimpered.

“Sweet girl,” he crooned, kissing her forehead. “I take it you’ve never had a real Master before.”

“Wh-what?” she frowned.

“It was obvious last night. If you don’t want a real Dominant in your life just tell me and you can leave any time,” he promised.