His Domain

by Ashe Barker, Katy Swann, Rosalie Stanton, Lucy Felthouse, Anarie Brady, Rose C. Carole

  “Excellent. I’ll take care of it within the hour,” he assured her. “Now, however, we have another matter to discuss.”

  Alice noticed the change in his tone from easy and friendly to authoritative.

  “Sir?”

  “Last night you broke protocol.”

  “How, sir?” Thinking back, Alice couldn’t recall any breaches. Then it dawned on her. She’d used his first name. The manual clearly stated that formality must be observed at all times, not simply while on duty.

  “Oh. I remember, sir. I’m so sorry.”

  “And what, exactly, are you sorry for, Miss Alice?”

  “I apologize for using your given name without permission, sir.”

  Mr. Vanderson nodded and pushed back from his desk. He walked around so that he stood next to her.

  “Indeed. And are you willing to accept your reprimand?” he asked quietly.

  Alice gulped. Her nipples tightened and her insides contracted as a warm burst of excitement bloomed within her.

  “I am, sir,” she answered, looking directly into his beautiful eyes.

  “Very well. Step back, feet shoulder-width apart, and place your hands on the desk,” he ordered.

  Without hesitation, Alice obeyed. She closed her eyes when he flipped her dress up over her hips, knowing that he had a full view of her privates. She also knew that he could easily see just how wet she had become. He ran one strong hand down the curve of one cheek, then back up, resting it on the small of her back.

  “This is not your first reprimand, Miss Alice, and as such will not be as light. With each infraction of rules, your punishment will become more stringent. Today, your punishment will last for ten minutes, during which time, if you move your position I will begin your time over, even if we are almost finished. I will only use my hand, but if it becomes too much, you will tell me immediately. Do you agree to this?”

  “Yes, Mr. Vanderson. I agree,” she answered.

  His hand came down hard first on one cheek, then the other. Alice could see the clock. She wasn’t sure if this helped or added to her punishment. After three minutes, her bottom stung terribly. The sound of his hand slapping her tender skin filled the room. She was sure that if any of the other servants were to walk past the library, they would surely hear her punishment. That thought added to her embarrassment, and she began to weep. She glanced again at the clock. Five minutes left. Her bottom was on fire, but a matching heat grew inside her.

  “You’re doing very well, Miss Alice. We’re halfway there,” Mr. Vanderson encouraged.

  Alice sobbed, but not from the pain. She sobbed because she had broken a rule. She sobbed because more than anything she wanted to please this man. She sobbed because her soul was floating away. She sobbed because all she wanted was to have Mr. Vanderson’s cock buried deep inside her very wet and very empty pussy.

  “There now, that wasn’t so bad was it?” Mr. Vanderson crooned.

  Alice found herself in his arms. He had, apparently, picked her up, carried her to the couch and was now holding her close. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his neck.

  “Please, sir,” she begged quietly.

  “Please what, Miss Alice?”

  “Please fuck me, sir. Please.”

  “My sweet Alice, you have no idea how I long to do just that. But I can’t. I won’t. At least not now,” he answered, dropping a chaste kiss on top of her head.

  She lifted her face so that she could look at him.

  “Why, sir? Are you not attracted to me?” Alice knew her heart would break into a thousand pieces if he was no longer interested in her.

  Vincent closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. Then he stated firmly, “I assure you, that is not the case at all. In fact, it’s taking all of my self-control not take you right now. It’s that you have just received a punishment, my dear. I never make love to a person whom I have just reprimanded.”

  “But the last time you… Well, I mean… I see,” she muttered, completely at a loss.

  “No, I don’t think you do. The last time, I pleasured you so that you wouldn’t feel bereft. I also admit that I selfishly took great joy in watching you come. But I want more. I want you, Alice. I want you very much, and not just for a quick release. I want to be your Dominant, my dear, your lover, but I don’t want that role confused with your job here as my employee,” he explained.

  “I don’t understand,” she admitted, sniffling just a bit.

  “I want you to think about what being my submissive would be like. If you agree, I will come to you during your off-duty times, where I would expect you to obey me in all ways. This would mean that you would be following my rules during the day as my employee and also during the evenings and your days off as my sub. You might get sick of me very quickly,” he said.

  Alice thought about this and had to admit he might have a point.

  “Perhaps we can have a trial period, sir. Similar to the one at the beginning of my employment,” she suggested.

  Vincent considered her words, then said, “That’s a good idea. Here’s what I want you to do. Think about what all we’ve said, what you want, what you would be willing to accept, because I warn you, I will expect quite a lot. Write it all down and present it to me tomorrow after dinner. In that way, I will not be setting the conditions for your sexual submission, you will.”

  Alice blinked. This was not what she had expected. He was giving her the power to set up the expectations for this new relationship. Was this what she wanted? Could she really do this?

  “Don’t say anything right now, Miss Alice. Attend to your duties as normal, but let’s meet again here tomorrow evening. If you decide you would rather not become my submissive, that’s fine. If you do, present me with your written acceptance and guidelines. Agreed?”

  “Yes, Mr. Vanderson. Agreed.”

  Chapter Six

  Alice stood once again before Mr. Vanderson’s rich mahogany desk. In her hand was the neatly written two-page agreement she’d composed over the course of three hours the night before. She’d spent much of that time searching the Internet for D/s contracts and protocols. Finally, she had pieced together her own contract.

  “Read,” Mr. Vanderson stated.

  Startled, Alice began to tremble. She’d thought he would have quietly read over the document himself, not asked her to read her words aloud. Then she understood that he wanted to reinforce the fact that these were her words, her guidelines, her contract. Blushing, she looked down at her own words.

  “I, Alice Whitmore, willingly and without coercion agree to the following.

  “To make myself available to Mr. Vanderson at all times, with the exception of family duties or illness. I understand and accept that Mr. Vanderson will use my body for his pleasure. He will mold me through both rewards and punishments to become a confident, satisfied submissive.

  “I ask that he guide me through his words and actions.

  “I ask that he set clear expectations and inform me of both my accomplishments and my failures.

  “I ask that he maintain an honest and open line of communication.

  “I ask that he respect my mind, my body and my time.

  “I ask that he answer my questions.

  “In return, I shall strive to obey his commands in a humble and eager manner.

  “I shall attempt to make my mind, my body and my emotions available to him at all times.

  “I shall strive to accept his directives, rewards and punishments.

  “I shall be honest and forthcoming with any questions or concerns I may have.

  “I shall strive to please him.

  “I ask that he respect my hard limits of blood play, breath play and prolonged periods of temperature play.

  “It is with an open mind and an open heart that I enter into this agreement for a period of two weeks. At the end of that trial period, Mr. Vanderson and his submissive agree to re-evaluate this contract, make any necessary adjustments or dissol
ve it completely. This contract will, however, have no effect upon the submissive’s position as a maid to Mr. Vanderson, and as such, will only be valid during the submissive’s off hours unless specifically agreed to.”

  Alice finished reading and looked up to see Mr. Vanderson watching her intently. He was leaning forward on his elbows, forearms raised, hands steepled before his chest. She bit her lip and shifted a bit.

  “And what kinds of punishments would you expect?” he asked.

  “Well, sir, aside from the hard limits listed, that would be up to you.”

  “You would still use your safe word if things became too intense.”

  “Yes, sir. But as with my employment trial, I feel that if I use it during the first two weeks, we should re-evaluate the contract immediately.”

  “Very well. We shall begin immediately.”

  He held out his hand for the contract and, with a flourish, took up his gold pen and signed his name. Then he handed her the pen and paper and watched as she did the same.

  “Good. Now follow me, please.”

  Alice followed Mr. Vanderson up to the second floor, to a door that was locked and which, she knew, led to the mysterious third floor. He keyed in a number and she heard a click. He held open the door, motioning for her go ahead of him. She slowly climbed the steep stairs then stepped onto thick, dark green carpet. Her mouth dropped open as she surveyed the third level of his mansion.

  Sunlight streamed from the floor-to-ceiling windows set about six feet apart. Each window boasted a cushioned window seat and Roman blinds that were pulled open. Various pieces of furniture graced the large room, some of which were unfamiliar to Alice. Nonetheless, the rich, brown leather couch and two wing-backed chairs invited one to sink in and relax. A large, matching, cushioned leather ottoman sat regally in the center of this arrangement.

  Near the center of the room was a king-sized four-poster, wrought-iron bed. The posts joined at a central point over the deep golden bedclothes. Alice could easily imagine herself on that bed, bound in any number of ways. Two painted nightstands flanked the bed and Alice couldn’t help but wonder what treasures hid inside their drawers.

  Displayed on the wall, as if they were precious works of art, hung a variety of floggers, dragon tails, paddles—both wooden and leather—and canes. A beautifully painted sideboard table was placed against a wall. On it lay brightly colored coils of silk rope, leather cuffs, collars and leashes. About three feet in front of one window stood an old-fashioned wooden stock. Seeing it, Alice imagined her head and arms locked in place while Mr. Vanderson took her ruthlessly from behind.

  At the far end of the room, which was as wide as the entire floor below them and had a length of thirty feet or more, sat a beautiful marble Jacuzzi bath. A neatly stacked pile of white towels lay on the counter next to the matching marble washbowl, cabinet and vanity mirror.

  “Behind that partial wall,” Mr. Vanderson explained, “is the commode. As you can see, that is the only nod to privacy in this space. When you are with me here, all of your movements will be visible to me. Also, this is the very first and last time you will wear clothing on this floor, unless I specifically request it, of course. In the future, you will disrobe in the hallway at the bottom of the staircase and leave your clothes neatly folded on the floor.”

  “I see,” Alice answered, a flush rising to her cheeks. None of the servants came to the third floor, but they all had access to the second. Anyone walking by would see her clothing and know exactly where she was and how she was—or rather, was not—dressed. Somehow, this knowledge added to her excitement. “Should I undress now?”

  “That would be nice, yes.”

  Mentally shaking herself, Alice quickly unbuttoned her uniform and slipped out of her shoes.

  “Very good. Now, when you reach this level, I will expect you to kneel here,” he pointed to a spot about four feet from the top of the stairs, “spread your knees wide, sit back on your heels and place your hands palm upwards on your bent knees. Let’s try that now, shall we?”

  Alice nodded and slowly assumed the required position.

  “Excellent. I also want your eyes to be upward. I never understood why a Dom could expect his sub to react to him if she were forced to keep her eyes lowered. Obviously she wouldn’t be able to see his expressions. I expect to see your pussy, your breasts and your eyes as often as possible. When I stand before you, you will loosen the buckle of my belt, unbutton and unzip my trousers. You will then perform fellatio until I either come in your mouth or order you to stop.”

  Alice smiled. “Yes, sir,” she answered quickly.

  Ever since she’d felt his cock pressed against stomach during her first spanking, she’d fantasized about taking him in her mouth. He stepped in front of her and she eagerly did as he had ordered. His cock sprang free. Alice’s eyes widened as she saw just how large he really was. When he cleared his throat, she looked up at him and instinctively opened her mouth. This was pure pleasure. To feel the softness of his skin and the hardness of his muscle. To wrap her tongue around his length. To suck, gently pulling his length deeper into her mouth.

  “Look at me. Keep your eyes on me.”

  Alice raised her eyes, careful to keep her lips around his cock. She started to raise herself into a more comfortable position.

  “No, no. Stay as you are. I know this is a tad awkward for you, but I want to see your eyes, your tits and glimpse your mound. They belong to me and I want to enjoy them. Now. Use your hands and massage my balls.”

  Happy to oblige, Alice immediately cupped his heavy sac. She stretched out her index finger and began to gently but firmly run it along his sensitive perineum. She wrapped her left hand around the base of his cock and moved her head up and down. Her position made it difficult to keep her eyes raised to his, but she was determined to obey him as best she could. She stepped up the speed and intensity, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat.

  “Yes, that’s it,” he murmured.

  She felt the change in him and squeezed his balls slightly. His girth increased slightly and his sac tightened.

  “Now. I’m going to come now. Swallow it all,” he said, his voice harsh and ragged.

  Hot, sweet cream shot down Alice’s throat and she struggled to keep it from seeping from between her lips. Her throat contracted as she gulped down his load. When he finished, he pulled slightly away, his cock still glistening. Alice leaned forward and kissed his balls, pressing her cheek against his strong thigh.

  Mr. Vanderson bent down, placing one finger beneath her chin, and lifted her face.

  “Beautiful, my dear. Simply beautiful.”

  Alice beamed with pleasure.

  “Sadly, there is a small dribble of cum on your chin, which means you have earned yourself a punishment.”

  Chapter Seven

  Alice lay spread-eagle on her back, bound by leather cuffs and chain restraints to the beautiful wrought iron bed. She was trembling, terrified and excited beyond belief. Mr. Vanderson had stripped out of his clothing and stood at the end of the bed, magnificent in his nudity. This was what she had fantasized about for years—to be held accountable for even the smallest of infractions, to allow the endorphins in her body to transform pain into pleasure and, best of all, to freely submit herself to a powerful man.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “This will hurt, I warn you.”

  “If it didn’t then it wouldn’t be a very good punishment, Mr. Vanderson,” she replied.

  Vincent stopped all movement for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed. When he recovered he kneeled between her legs, bent down and kissed her soundly. When he lifted his lips, Alice was breathless.

  He nipped her neck and whispered, “You are so very right, Miss Alice.”

  Mr. Vanderson raised himself then stood next to the bed.

  “Five. You will count each slap and thank me afterward,” he instructed.

  Alice braced hers
elf for the first blow. Pain rocketed through her body and wetness dripped from her freshly slapped pussy. She gasped, then said rather breathily, “One. Thank you, sir.”

  Again and again and again. Five times Mr. Vanderson spanked her aching pussy and five times she thanked him.

  “How do you feel?” he asked her, holding her face in his strong, delicate hands.

  “Chastised, sir. And very, very horny.”

  “Beg for it.”

  “Please, please, Mr. Vanderson,” she begged, tears dripping from her eyes. “Please fuck me.”

  “You know I have a rule against fucking after a punishment,” he reminded her.

  “Yes, sir. But I am not your employee now. I am your submissive. Please, please take what I so want to give you.”

  “As you wish.”

  And fuck her he did. Alice strained against her bonds, desperate to touch his hard chest. She wanted to run her fingers through his thick, blond hair. Her fingers ached to grasp his ass. He denied her these things. She realized that this too was part of her punishment, this denial. Instead, he pushed inside her hot, tight, swollen pussy. He sucked her nipples until she screamed. He drove his cock inside her until she came over and over again.

  “This is mine,” he told her. “This pussy, these tits, this body is mine. I want you to come until you beg for mercy. Never, never deny me the pleasure of your orgasms. I’m going to fuck you until you can barely walk. You will think of my cock inside you with each step you take. Do you understand?”

  “Yes!” she shouted. “Yes!” And the world shattered again into a million pieces.

  Finally, she did as he said and begged for mercy. Her pussy raw, her nipples tender, she sobbed from pain, from pleasure. Only then did he pull out of her, shooting his cum across her belly, all the way up to her heaving breasts. Nearly unconscious, she felt him release her wrists and ankles. She cuddled against his chest.

  “That’s it, my Alice. Sleep. At least for a while.”

  Chapter Eight