Weekend with the Dom (4 page)

“Yes, Sir, I do.”

He picked up the razor and slowly
drew it against the hair, removing it completely. He got to his feet and pulled
the shower head free, washing away the shaving cream. When he was finished, he
replaced the shower head and knelt between her legs again. He lowered his head,
blowing cold air against the now naked skin. Nola cried out, arching her back
slightly. Her clit was still sensitive from earlier, but Alex caught it between
his lips and gave it a gentle suck, drawing out a soft whimper from Nola.
“That’s much better. Now get to your feet.”

He scooped up the shower gel
bottle and after squeezing a good amount into his hand, went to work using it
on Nola’s wet body. “Reach out with your hands, using the glass for balance.”

He started with her breasts. After
she’d taken the pain of wooden clamps on her delicate nipples, they deserved a
little care and attention. He worked the shower gel until he knew those
gorgeous breasts of hers were covered in bubbles. She moved against his body
and he gave her a sharp tap on the backside. “Not yet, Beautiful,” he warned.
He got down on his knees, running his soap-covered hands over her stomach and
down her thighs. The water came down hard and fast, destroying the trail of
bubbles he was leaving.

When he was finished, he moved
her to the seat and started to wash her hair. A moan escaped her lips as he
massaged her scalp. He had to be careful he didn’t dislodge the blindfold. “I’m
going to undo the blindfold. I want you to hold it in place while I finish. Do
you understand, Beautiful? Nod, if you do.”

Alex pulled the strap as she nodded,
keeping the blindfold on. He quickly finished the job, using the shower head to
remove the shampoo from her hair before tying the blindfold back up. He helped
her back up, turned her around and pushed her against the shower cubicle.
“You’ve been such a good girl. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, Sir,” The words left her,
breathy. Anticipation seemed to radiate off her, making her skin glow.

 
He rubbed his cock up and down the crease of
her arse. “Can you feel how hard I am?”

She gasped. “Yes, Sir, I can.”

“Your submission has done this to
me.” He grabbed his cock and with one hand he moved her legs apart, and worked
it against the wetness between her legs, teasing her, making his cock
unbelievably hard. It was a delicious torture. Flexing his hips, he slowly
worked it in, when every instinct in him called for him to claim her hard and
fast.
 
He reached under her arms, driven
on by the soft moans that came from his beautiful Nola, and held onto her
shoulders. Her head rolled back, finding a home against him. He rolled his
hips, working his cock in and out, loving how wet Nola was becoming around his
cock. He moved his hands onto her breasts, holding them, caressing them between
skilled fingers that knew how to make her cry out his name. Nola moved forward
and Alex let her, moving his hands to her hips, holding his place inside of
her. When she was settled in her new position, Alex started again, taking her
faster and harder. The sound of flesh pounding into flesh, the wetness of
Nola’s pussy holding onto his cock like a tight glove, the way Nola moaned his
name over and over. This time it didn’t matter that she’d forgotten to call him
Sir. The only word he wanted to hear from her lips as she came with his cock
inside of her was his name.

There was no way he’d last much
longer. All it would take was one thing and he knew what that was. He was
greedy for her orgasm. He needed to feel her pussy become wetter around his
cock to pull him over the edge. He reached around the curve of her hip and
slightly pressed his fingers against her clit. She screamed out his name,
bucking against his body as her pussy clenched and let loose with a gush of
warm liquid that coated his condom-covered cock. He ploughed into her, riding
the crest of her wave, letting it carry him over into oblivion with her.

After he’d remembered how to
breathe again, he pulled out of her and removed the condom. He grinned at his
slightly deflated and well worked cock. He’d never come that hard with her
before, holding a part of himself back until they reached this moment. The wait
had been maddening but completely worth it. He reached up and pulled the ties
of the blindfold. He let it drop to the floor, the sound muted by the shower
water hitting the ground. She collapsed into his arms. Alex hid his smile in
her hair before he looked at her: those sparkling eyes were filled with tears.
He held her wet body against his, letting her cry. When the tears finally
stopped, Nola glanced up at him.

“I don’t think there are words to
describe how amazing that felt, Sir, and I’m an English teacher.”

Alex brushed his lips against
hers, drinking in her raw emotions. “You can call me Alex now, Beautiful. Are
you hungry?”

“I could eat a horse.” She
admitted.

He laughed at her bluntness. “I
can order in pizza, but I’m pretty sure they don’t have horse on the menu.”

****

They’d ended up lying on his bed
with a fourteen-inch meat feast pizza box open in front of them. Nola had gone
through two slices before she got up the courage to ask Alex something that had
been preying on her mind. “Why did I cry?”

Alex glanced up from eating his
fourth slice. “It’s actually pretty normal for a sub’s first time. It’s the
build-up of emotions. The sex is always a good release but sometimes the tears
come as well.” Her hand drifted to the necklace. “I can take that off if you
want. You can wear it only when we play, if that’s what you’re comfortable
with.”

She smiled, shaking her head.
“No, I’ll keep it on. After all, you did promise me a whole weekend of showing
me your world.” Alex grinned at her, slowly and deliberately. Nola’s heart
skipped a beat and she busied herself with eating another slice of pizza.

“I did promise that, didn’t I?
Just wait and see what I’ve got planned for tomorrow’s lesson.”

Chapter
Six

Nola knew that Alex liked
spending money on her. She’d always described herself as a low maintenance kind
of gal. Thanks to the money left by her parents, Nola never wanted for
anything. It made her hard to buy for. He’d gotten her up that morning, with
his head between her legs followed by a hot cup of coffee and an offer to take
her out for lunch. So she got an orgasm and caffeine injections. What else
could a woman possibly want?

There was a familiar pang in her
chest as Alex decided their first stop was going to be a used bookshop. A
passion for books had been passed down to her from her parents. As Alex talked
to the shop assistant Nola walked between the stacks, trailing her fingers over
the spines of the well-loved books. She’d become an English teacher because of
her parents, both of them had taught the subject and instilled in her a deep
love for books. Both of them had been published authors, and Nola had most of
their books on her bookshelf at home. Even though they died a long time ago,
the books served as a connection to them, more than any picture could. When she
read their words, it was like they were reading them to her. It was like Nola
could still feel their presences. It was a lifetime ago that her mother had
read to her as a little girl. Her father used to sit on the stairs just outside
her room listening to the stories as well.

Alex found her sitting in one of
the comfortable chairs in the bookstore looking at one of her mother’s fiction
books. A whole shelf was dedicated to her parents’ work. The sound of footsteps
travelling towards her, made her glance up at Alex. He’d brought something, a
parcel in his hand about the size of a book, covered in rich red paper, which
hid the title.

“You brought me a book?” A
delighted smile spread across her face. Nola closed her mother’s book and got
to her feet, practically dancing around him, reaching for it. He half skipped
away and put a hand out, stopping her. His smile probably matched her own.

“You’re going to have to be
patient.” He opened up his jacket and slipped the book into the inside pocket.

Nola pouted, which wasn’t a
familiar look for her. She probably ended up resembling a dying trout. The thought
made her giggle and she returned her mother’s book to its resting place on the shelf.
“Where are we going now?”

“How about lunch? There’s a
lovely bistro a few blocks from here.”

Nola felt a lot lighter and happier
as she linked arms with him.
 
Did it have anything to do with last night?
Did letting Alex take control, taking the
decisions away from me, finally mean I feel worthy of being happy again?
“That sounds like a brilliant idea.”

****

Alex had noticed that Nola had
never looked so happy or relaxed. He wasn’t the only one to notice it––Nola
drew the eye of several men walking down the street towards the bistro. A
lovely summer dress, in dark blue, decorated with imprints of colourful flowers
covered her beautiful body. She also hadn’t bothered with heels or tights,
wearing red flat shoes. It meant that she only reached his shoulder as they
walked together but as he draped his arm around her shoulder, he realised that
he didn’t mind the height difference.
 

He pushed the door open to
Balthazar’s and Nola smiled at him as she walked past him and into the cool
restaurant. He hadn’t been to the bistro for a few months. The last time had
been with Georgina a few months before Christmas. The seats were the same vivid
red and the mirrors dotted around the bar were huge and deliberately aged. He
moved Nola towards one of the tables furthest away from the bar, ushering her
into the booth and ducking in next to her. Nola picked up one of the menus.
Alex rested his hand on her naked thigh. Nola opened the menu and brought it
up. To anyone who looked over, they looked like two people studying the menu
with great interest. “What are you doing?” Alex ignored the whisper as his hand
went higher and higher up her leg.

He brushed a kiss against her
lips, loving the faint look of surprise that appeared on her face. “Open your
legs for me, Beautiful.”

“We’re in a public place, Alex.”

He reached out, bringing her
attention to the necklace around her neck.
 
“I want to touch you. I want to slip my fingers into your wetness and
taste your desire against my lips. Doesn’t it turn you on, knowing that even as
I touch you, no-one but us will know what is happening? I just want one little
taste, Beautiful.” He edged forward, capturing her lips with his. He laced his
fingers through her dark hair, holding her in place as he kissed her, only
stopping when a moan escaped her lips. Her legs opened in a silent invitation
and Alex replaced his hand between them, working his way up. He broke the kiss.
“You should look at the menu. I’m sure our waiter will be with us soon.” With
one finger he pulled her panties across and pushed in his middle finger, right
to the knuckle. There was a little resistance, though she wasn’t nearly as wet as
last night and the angle was wrong. He worked his thumb over her clit a little and
was rewarded with a wet finger. Alex watched as Nola nibbled on her bottom lip,
her face a picture of concentration.

“Are you ready to order?”

Nola looked up, her cheeks flushed
as Alex worked his finger in and out of her. “Everything looks so good, but
I’ll try the chicken.”

The waiter turned his attention
to Alex. “I’ll have the same. We’ll have a bottle of the house red, thank you.”

When they were finally left alone
again, Alex removed his finger, brought it to his lips and sucked it. Nola blushed
as she watched him. “Have you ever had sex in public?” Her eyes went wide and
travelled over the room. Alex chuckled and lowered his voice to a whisper. “I’m
not talking about right now but I’m hard at the thought of you on your knees,
taking me into your mouth or me taking you hard and fast in an alleyway. I want
a good, hard dirty fuck. I want you to think about it as we eat lunch. As soon
as you’ve taken that last bite of food, I’m going to take you somewhere. I’m
going to have you riding my cock, until you scream out my name. What do you
say, Beautiful?”

Nola looked at him thoughtfully.
“I say, thank you, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

****

This was crazy. The man drove
Nola completely and utterly insane, after half the things that happened last
night and the fact she’d let him play with her in the restaurant. It seemed so
surreal, a million miles away from her role as a teacher. It was strange that
this sexy man, a man that she was falling in love with, could teach her to
embrace a side of her personality she might never had accepted otherwise.
How can submitting to someone feel so
freeing?

She smiled at the waiter who
delivered their food. The food smelt delicious, the chicken practically melted
in her mouth. She glanced up at Alex. “Are you going to tell me about the book
in your pocket, or do I have to guess?”

Alex smiled at her, partially masked
by his wine glass as he took a sip of the dark red liquid. “You have to be
patient. Why ruin the surprise before I’m ready?”