Goddess: A Femme Domme Erotica Novel

by R. J. Castille

  “What is your name?” I pretended not to know who he was. “My name is Gordon,” he replied timidly, casting his eyes slightly down. A good sign, he had been paying attention.

  “Well, Gordon,” I formulated my response carefully. I had to portray that I was in control of every situation in this world and he was not to question my authority. “We shall see,” I stated matter-of-factly. My voice dropped to almost a whisper when I did so. I had decided to give him the respect of considering his request, but I was not sure I would actually be able to follow through.

  Matthew looked on silently, I could see a strange look on his face when he looked at Gordon from his place to my left. He looked jealous and I could not remember the last time I had observed that, other than that outrageous dream I had several weeks ago with both Matthew and Gordon alternately giving me pleasure. It was surreal. If Matthew were a snake, he was coiled and ready to strike.

  Before Gordon left the VIP area as I had dismissed him after my response, he inquired as to how he may contact me outside of the Red Velvet Room. In my haste to rid myself of his presence, I wrote down an email I had created anonymously. It would be the only way he could reach me. He was to email me and if I felt like it, I would respond. I instructed Gordon not to contact me repeatedly or it may serve as a deterrent.

  He nodded his head in understanding, taking the napkin I had scrawled the email across gingerly in his hand. He looked at it and folded it carefully, placing into the pocket of the fitted, suit jacket he wore. I flicked my fingers at him with my hand facing down, a signal for him to take his leave. Gordon Roth quickly exited the VIP area and went back to his seat at the bar, almost skipping along as he did so.

  The room was still swaying and I felt panic begin to tighten its grip, only this time I refused to let it win. I took several long sips of the water I had been given by the server and breathed slowly, counting silently in my head as I did so. When I finally regained control of my thoughts, I decided it was time to leave. I had enough excitement for the evening and it was getting quite late. Declining Mistress Liliana’s invitation to help her punish John further for losing the pony races, I had Matthew gather his belongings so we could excuse ourselves.

  Master Jason appeared slightly disappointed that I had chosen to do so, but took me in his arms, holding me tight for several seconds in response to my request to depart. He patted my back firmly with his hand to indicate his understanding. I was glad that I had come, but confused by what had happened with Mr. Roth. I needed time to process this and felt I could not do it here. He indicated he was glad I had come and surely hoped I would not become a stranger. I assured him I would not. Matthew and I made our escape, leaving behind a whirlwind of emotions I had felt that evening.

  As Matthew drove me home, my cell phone chimed from inside my jacket pocket, indicating I had received a communication of some variety. I pulled it out and flipped it over to reveal an email had been received at goddess_1@mail.com . As I carefully read the contents of the email, I was surprised to find confessions of a powerful man who wanted to relinquish control to me. He wanted to serve someone as commanding as I was and he wanted to shower we me with gifts and praise. Mr. Roth had wasted no time.

  -21-

  Instead of exiting the vehicle and sending Matthew on his way, I instructed him to park his BMW and accompany me upstairs. He complied without a word. On our way up to my apartment, I reached out toward him and grasped his shoulder. He looked at me curiously. I did not usually show him signs of affection where anyone else could witness it. In the safety of the stairwell, I breached my own protocol.

  When we arrived at my floor, I was fumbling around in my coat pockets for my keys. Finally locating them, I inserted the key into the lock and it turned with ease. I opened the door and ushered my pet inside, closing the door and securing it behind me. He stood in the middle of my living room area awaiting direction.

  I assumed he would be out of his comfort zone so I patted him reassuringly on the back as I walked around to face him. His eyes were cast down slightly, as always. Putting my hand under his chin, I guided his face upward so his eyes met my gaze. I smiled seductively at him, licking my lips slightly with the tip of my tongue. Matthew had behaved so well this evening, combined with the strange mixture of feelings seeing Gordon in my domain again I was brimming with desire. My hunger had grown to the unavoidable point and I intended to get my fill of what I needed.

  The waist of his pants were held into place by a simple, black belt. I fumbled with the buckle until it was unfastened and I was able to undo the fly of his pants, allowing access to his awaiting member. I was pleased to discover it was already beginning to stand at attention for me. He was trembling slightly as I slid his pants down around his ankles where he stepped out of each leg one at a time.

  My fingers trailed along up the back of his thighs, causing goose pimples to erupt along their path. I put my fingers into the waist band of his boxer briefs and yanked them down, his cock bobbing up and down as I freed it from its temporary confinement. Instead of unbuttoning his shirt, I pointed toward his chest, indicating I wanted him to lose that garment as well. I watched as he removed his button down and let it fall to the floor at his feet .

  Standing directly in front of him, I ran my fingers through his thick hair and pulled his head forward. I pressed my lips to his and he opened his mouth to welcome my kiss. Our tongues danced together as he wrapped his arms around me to embrace me and pull me closer.

  Matthew had forgotten his initial apprehension and was living in the moment. I could feel the heat of my desire spread down my abdomen, settling in my groin, the heavy ache of longing unmistakable and clearly driving my actions.

  I turned him around so his back was toward my bedroom and began to coax him backward, continuing to kiss him hungrily. His breaths were coming in short, rapid succession. His erection was pressing into me, driving my yearning deeper into my loins. I pushed him down onto the bed where he lay looking at me expectantly. Without a second thought, I pulled my silk, black panties down and kicked them off to the side. When I climbed on top of him, Matthew’s eyes closed and he breathed out slowly between pursed lips.

  Matthew reached down and placed his hands around my waist lightly as I lowered myself onto his waiting erection. He responded with a low groan from behind his closed mouth. His hard cock sliding deep into my already drenched slit. The sensation was remarkable as I rocked back and forth on top of him, forcing him deeper inside me with each stroke. Waves of pleasure cascading throughout my body each time his length emerged and was plunged back into me.

  His hands made their way to my firm breasts, teasing my hardened nipples. I sucked in sharply when he pinched them in between his fingers, shooting bolts of pleasure through my body to my core. When I began to shake with impending orgasm, Matthew pulled me forward, kissing me deeply. I could tell by his face he was struggling to refrain from his own release. I leaned into him and continued to ride his rigid shaft. As I came, I groaned into his open mouth. My movements overwhelmed him as he grasped my buttocks and forced himself deep inside me, spilling his seed into my already glistening sex. We collapsed into a pile of sweat and flesh.

  We lay there like that for several minutes, neither of us wanting to move. My breathing was finally slowing when Matthew propped himself up on his elbows. He regarded me curiously and opened his mouth to speak, thought better of it and closed it again. I smiled at him as he gazed at me. He was waiting for me to speak. When I finally managed to find some words, I felt an explanation was due.

  “Please forgive me, my pet, I could not help myself. You are so good to me and serve me well. I know I can trust you and do not have to concern myself with pleasantries. My will is your greatest desire,” I stroked his hair away from his sweaty brow. I had lost control of my bodily lust and succumbed to my physical desires. At least it was with someone who I believe truly loves and cares for me. He was still staring at me and I could see a look of concern that drew his eyebr
ows down and slightly together. “Worry not, my pet, as you know, I have been on the pill for years and am not due for a refill for a few weeks yet,” as I finished speaking, his shoulders lowered, making him appear more relaxed.

  I felt a little off my game as I did not typically succumb to my physical desires. This time, I had allowed myself to let my body lead and completely disregard the logic in my mind. Instead of beating myself up over it, I instead reveled in the post-orgasmic afterglow I was now feeling. Knowing me as well as he did, Matthew was confused by my actions, but would never dare to question me. What can I say, sometimes the fire down below is enough to outweigh the normal thought processes that keep me grounded and away from questionable circumstances. If that came back to haunt me, I would deal with it then. For now, I was living in the moment, something I rarely did.

  Instead of lying quietly next to Matthew as I drifted off to sleep, I raised myself from the bed and made my way into the kitchen. Filling a tall glass with filtered, chilled water from the refrigerator, I returned to the bedroom and offered Matthew a refreshing drink.

  He sat up and took the glass from me and took several long swallows. His Adams apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed. When he lowered his head, his eyes met mine, this time he smiled at me. It was a genuine smile, not the kind one would force onto their face in order to appease someone else. He appeared at ease as he handed the glass back to me, a grateful look plastered on his face.

  Matthew dressed slowly, preparing to leave. I did not want him to leave, I actually felt like holding him captive. I would keep him here with me and have him do my bidding always. I knew that would never work, but it felt nice to fantasize about someone so dedicated to me being at my beck and call. It occurred to me that, even if I could not prevent him from leaving, I could enjoy the rest of the evening with him.

  “Are you in a hurry?” I asked him as I regarded him playfully. “No my Goddess, what is your will?” I always enjoyed his response. Matthew was ever faithful and I knew I could count on him to make me feel like I was numero uno.

  “Stay with me for a while, we can watch some television. I feel like I need some company,” I waited for him to respond, knowing he would not deny my such a simple pleasure, especially considering the fact that I had taken from him what I wanted earlier. His presence was soothing and I wanted to suspend that emotion as long as I could. Matthew simply nodded and waited for me to lead the way.

  I spun around on my heel and almost skipped into the living room, holding his hand and leading him to my overstuffed couch. We sat down and I pressed the power button on the remote control to turn the television on. It clicked and a low buzzing sound filled the room as the screen began to glow. I flipped through the channels on the guide until I located a mutually appreciable feature. I settled in and Matthew put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. Ultimate comfort enveloped me. My head lowered to rest on his shoulder and I breathed a sigh of relief.

  After several hours of watching a movie that was somewhat gender neutral, Matthew indicated that he needed to leave. I was disappointed but I understood. I had consumed his evening, well into the wee hours of the morning and he had not objected. Reluctantly, I rose from the couch and prepared to see him out. He finished buttoning his shirt and I led him to the door. I unsecured the deadbolt and opened the door. Before he disappeared into the hallway, I stole one more lingering hug and bid him a good evening.

  “Until next time, my pet,” I reached around and patted his rear. He smiled in return and planted a kiss on my forehead. A simple gesture that spoke volumes. Matthew was my creature and he would do anything to please me. I appreciated that about him, but his resolve would soon be put to the ultimate test.

  -22-

  When morning came, its presence announced by the bright sunshine that pierced the barrier of the blinds on the window in my bedroom, casting horizontal streams of light across the wall above my bed, I decided to reply to Mr. Roth’s email from the night before. I picked up my cell phone off the end table next to my headboard and pressed the screen. The phone came to life and I opened the email application on the home page. I read the words again, still in disbelief, and hit the reply button.

  I carefully constructed an email that would drive home the fact that I was in control. I rewrote the email three times before I sent the reply.

  * * *

  Gordon,

  I am pleased to find that you are so enamored with me. I do not know if you realize what you are asking, but I am willing to consider your request. I am willing to meet you again at the Red Velvet Room, but come prepared to fulfill my desires and do my bidding. I have no room for half-hazard servitude in my world. I will be there next weekend and, if you prove yourself worthy, you will find I am all that you think I am and more.

  Until Then,

  Goddess

  * * *

  Part of me expected an immediate reply. I imagined Gordon poised over his laptop, waiting with baited breath for me to send him a message back. When I did not get that response right away, I found myself disappointed. I sighed out loud and decided to prepare myself for another hum drum day of real life.

  I took a long, hot shower. Still sore from my activities last night, the heat of the water felt soothing. When I emerged from the shower, I heard my phone indicate I had received a message and I was instantly thrilled. Touching the screen to turn on the power and see who had communicated with me, I was slightly disappointed to discover it was only a text message from Mistress Liliana .

  Liliana thanked me for coming to the races and apologized for the disappointing finish. She had hoped that John would win so she could parade him triumphantly past all the other ponies, but had been disappointed by his failure. Mistress Liliana assured me the results would be different next time. Although I knew it would not. John could not compete with a creature such as Natasha. He was not even close to her caliber.

  The message went on to invite me out later this afternoon for coffee and conversation. Maybe some light shopping. It always amazed me how females resorted to the safety of what was familiar and stereotypically appropriate for our gender. Coffee and shopping, an old stand-by for women who wanted each other’s company, but did not want to cross over into a more intimate setting to do so.

  I replied to her message. Instead of honing in on John’s failure, I pointed out the fact that, while he did not win, she did get to inflict public punishment on him for his failure. That was something at least. I imaged her giddy smile when she read those words. There was always next time, I agreed. I also told her I would meet with her this afternoon and asked her to send the details, where and when. I could always use a distraction from this reality. A winking emoji followed this statement. I hit the send button and made my way into the kitchen.

  My stomach rumbled loudly. It felt like it was eating itself from the inside out. I knew that I needed to eat something as my exertions the evening before had taken a lot out of me. I had not allowed Matthew the time to prepare my meal prior to his departure as he always done, so I would be forced to cook my own breakfast. It had been worth it.

  I started the coffee maker off on its task as I made myself two scrambled eggs and whole wheat toast. Butter swirled across the porous surface of the bread, pooling in several places. Pouring myself a tall cup of steaming coffee, I sat down at the table and began to partake in my meal. I decided to send Matthew a quick text message while I ate.

  Thanking Matthew for his company yesterday evening, I informed him that I wanted him to accompany me to the Red Velvet Room next weekend. I followed with explicit instructions on when to arrive and what to wear. I wanted him in top form so I asked that he wear his button down with the red accent stitching and his black, pleated chinos. I appreciated him humoring me last night and looked forward to seeing him again soon. I signed off as I always did, Goddess.

  I turned my attention back to my food and devoured the remaining eggs in only a few bites. In a couple of swallows, I finished off the coffee
and made myself another cup. While I was rinsing off my dishes, I heard my phone chime again. Rushing over to retrieve the message, I nearly slipped and fell face first onto the table. Disappointed again, it was only Mistress Liliana.

  Liliana indicated that she would come by my apartment around 3:00 this afternoon to pick me up. She would need my address of course, along with permission to infiltrate my real world. That last part I added in my mind, but couldn’t help but smile at the thought. In some ways, I felt I could trust her, so I replied back with my address. I asked where we would be headed so I could dress appropriately and hit the send button. When she answered that we would go downtown to the high end coffee house on Fifth Street, I realized that normal attire would suffice.

  Since I had a while until she would arrive to pick me up, I determined I would relax and read the new book I had downloaded onto my e-reader. I retrieved it from the coffee table and powered it on.

  Pressing the button to open the newest E.L. James novel, from her character Christian Grey’s perspective, I settled in with my coffee to enjoy the amusement. I found it funny that most authors focused on the male dom-female sub relationship and rarely ever touched on the fact that it was sometimes the other way around. Her stories were good, however, so I sometimes indulged in the words that she wrote.

  The time slipped by as I turned the pages with a swipe of my finger. It was a welcome distraction from the strange feelings that had been stirred up inside me. Gordon’s face hovering in front of my imaginary eye, taking the place of Christian Grey during some of the steamier scenes, making it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the premise of the story. I sometimes chuckled out loud at the words I read, I realized suddenly it was nearing the time Liliana would be coming to pick me up. I finished up a chapter and closed the application that allowed me to read the books I downloaded into my electronic library.