His Domain

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

April 4

  I love springtime! Always have. This year has given me even more to love. Yes, I said the L word. Since becoming Mr. Vanderson’s submissive one week ago, I’ve grown to love what he does to me, how I feel when I’m with him. I can’t say that I’m IN LOVE with him—yet. I’m very, very fond of him and have the greatest respect for him. I’ve spoken of him as an employer, and our relationship while I’m on the clock has not changed. The other employees here, Sally, Mrs. Henson, the head housekeeper, Mr. Grey, the butler, Jonathon, the cook and Seth, the chauffeur, all treat me with the same friendliness as before, but also now with a bit of admiration. Sally confided in me that she hasn’t seen Mr. Vanderson so content since she’s been here. Mr. Grey, who has been with Mr. Vanderson for who knows how long, whispered to me just yesterday that he was pleased to see ‘the master’ so relaxed and assumed I was to thank for his current state of mind. I’m so relieved. I was afraid of jealousy from the other staff.

  On to more personal topics. Emmit is excelling at college and, according to our last conversation, has become quite serious about a young lady. I pray every day that my son will find happiness. He’s smart, handsome and kind. Any woman he chooses should feel lucky to have him.

  On a seriously personal note! As a Dominant, Mr. Vanderson is as close to perfect as I can imagine. He insists on strict formality at all times, is adamant about upholding our agreed-upon rules, is creative with his punishments and quick to reprimand if needed. I love this about him. I think the reason my former relationships haven’t lasted is because my other lovers all felt like they were playing a game when it came to D/s, whereas I wanted the lifestyle to become a central tenet of our relationship. After our first session in Mr. Vanderson’s Room, I felt invigorated and contented at the same time. Receiving an immediate—and intense!—reprimand after failing to swallow all of Mr. Vanderson’s cum, which is sweet as cream, was wonderful! My past lovers would have told me that I’d get better with practice, I met most of the requirement, blah, blah, blah. Not Mr. Vanderson. He set a standard and expected it to be met. When it wasn’t, he made sure I’d remember next time—which I did! The very next evening he told me to be in the Room by eight p.m. sharp. I was, and in position. He again gave me his cock and I sucked that thing of beauty for all I was worth. It’s surprisingly difficult to keep my eyes raised to his! I failed once—and was soundly punished for that later in the evening. More on that in a bit. It’s strange, or maybe not, just how wet and hot I become while sucking on him. I was actually on the brink of orgasm when he came. This time I held my hand fisted around him and pressed against my lips. I sucked and swallowed, gulping down his goodness. When he finished, I kissed the crown of his cock and felt very pleased with myself. Not one drop lost!

  As I said, at one point I dropped my eyes from his. He had to remind me to look up. After he came in my mouth he told me to stand between two windows with my back flat against the wall. I hadn’t noticed before, but there were eyebolts screwed into the wide casements which framed each of the arched windows. The bolts, along with the casements, were painted a light tan so that it all blended together perfectly. He attached soft leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles and used sturdy carabiners to attach these to the bolts. Once again, I was spread-eagle, but this time I was vertical. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be bound to a St. Andrew’s cross. Now I know—it’s amazing!

  “You’ll find I’m quite creative, Miss Alice. I will rarely punish you in exactly the same way as before, and never will I punish in the same way on consecutive occasions.”

  He hadn’t asked a question so I didn’t say anything. I just looked at him, hoping he’d understand my understanding and acceptance. He pinched my nipples until they were rock-hard and then went to one of the nightstands and brought back a set of nipple clamps. These were metal and the kind that screw on so that the tightness can be easily adjusted. He screwed one on me, stopping only when I winced, repeating the process with the other nipple. He then reached down and ran one finger over my slit and laughed.

  “Good girl. I love how wet you get from even the lightest punishments.”

  Light? My nipples were on fire! Still, I couldn’t deny his correctness. Slowly, he stripped out of his clothes. My mouth went dry watching this and again he laughed. Then he knelt down in front of me and began to lick my pussy. He put two fingers inside me, scissoring them, and sucked on my clit. OMG! I came hard and fast! My trembling seemed to tightened the nipple clamps even more, or perhaps just made me more conscious of them, which shot a jolt of pain—or was it pleasure?—straight down to my swollen nub. I must have a come a half dozen times. When he finally stood, he released the clamps and blood surged into my bruised nipples. I cried out with the painful joy of it. He released me from the bonds and carried me to the bed. He told me how proud he was of me then he made love to me—sweetly, gently, until I was soft as warm butter despite having come several more times. He came inside me. No worry about pregnancy—I’ve had a hysterectomy. No worry about disease, we were both tested! Yay! Bareback! After, he let me snuggle and doze a bit before sending me back to my own room.

  I’ve never slept so well in my life!

  Chapter Nine

  Vincent paced in his workroom. He needed to be working on the emerald and citrine choker that a client had ordered a month ago, but all he seemed able to think about was Miss Alice. While it was true that he had inherited a sizeable part of his fortune, he had also more than tripled that initial nest egg with his own talents. His intricate and unique jewelry designs captivated the eye and drew many wealthy patrons. This particular client was not only filthy rich thanks to his photography talents, but also a Dominant. More than that, he was a Master to his wife. He had ordered a one-of-a-kind collar for his slave wife as a gift for their fifth wedding anniversary. The couple lived in England, and Vincent had promised to personally deliver the choker next month. Maverick Devonshire had approved the design of vintage-looking silver necklace. Five emeralds surrounded by glittering citrine seemed to float in the lacy metal, the center emerald weighing in at a hefty five carats and the smaller emeralds at three carats each. The finished product would appear airy and light, but the weight of the jewels would remind Alicia, his wife, of his ownership.

  Vincent walked to the wide window and gazed at the kitchen garden, filled with delicate fresh herbs, still young and tender. Alice had been his contracted submissive for only one week, but already he knew she filled a place in his soul that had been empty for far too long. He was a man who demanded strict obedience in all aspects of his life. He wore the title ‘Control Freak’ as other men wore their favorite sports jerseys. So far, he had yet to find a woman who craved the type of attention he longed to lavish on his partner. Now, though, he may have finally met his match. His cock hardened as he thought back to the night before.

  Rather than take Alice to the Room, he had instead visited her suite. He loved the way her eyes had widened when she’d opened the door. Her disappointment had been obvious when, just before dinner, he had intentionally bid her a good evening rather than instructing her to meet him in the Room. When she’d seen him at her door, however, she had smiled widely and stepped back to allow him entry. As soon as the door had shut, she had dropped her robe to the floor and dropped into position, instinctively knowing that this was not a social call. It was a Dominant expecting his submissive to offer herself to him wherever and whenever he chose. Her lovely brown hair had been piled on top of her head, several damp tendrils curling against the back of her neck. Obviously, she had just finished a bath. He had stepped forward so that she could welcome him properly. He had decided to visit her in her suite as a small test of her obedience. He was well aware that people often associated a specific type of behavior with a specific location. As a Dominant, he wanted to be sure that Miss Alice know her place whether in or out of the Room. She had passed the test with flying colors.

  He groaned now, his cock pressing painfully against the zipper of his trouser
s. The feel of her hot, wet mouth on him was pure heaven. Between that and how her green eyes had glittered with pleasure, it had taken all his will power not to once again pour his cum down her throat as he had every night since they’d signed the contract. He’d had something else planned.

  “Stand up, Miss Alice. I want your hands on the end of the bed and feet wide apart.”

  Quickly, she had moved into the exact position he wanted. Odd how she’d seemed to know precisely how to please him in such a short period of time. He’d run his hand down the curve of her full bottom, fingering her pussy. She’d been practically dripping. He’d said nothing, had enjoyed watching her wiggle and squirm. He’d gathered her wetness and moved it upward. Tonight, he would claim this place as well. She’d gasped when he touched her tight little hole but offered no resistance. She had pushed back, practically begging him to take possession.

  “This. This is mine as well, Miss Alice. Tonight I take it. Speak.”

  Alice had turned her head to look at him, her eyes as bright as the emeralds in the choker. Then had said, “Take it, sir. My body is yours. I surrender willingly to you.”

  “And have you surrendered it to any others?”

  Alice had hesitated and he’d slapped her bottom, hard.

  “Yes and no, sir. A lover once took it. It’s not like he forced me or anything. He’d have stopped if I’d told him to. I just wasn’t expecting it, so I was surprised and unprepared. I hated it, sir. I felt degraded and assaulted. There was no pleasure, only pain. So no, I have not surrendered it, but it has been taken. But now, now I do so. I want—need—you to claim it, sir.”

  Vincent had groaned, his cock springing to life more by her words that the sight of her pink ass and even pinker slit. At the same time, he’d been humbled by her gift and her trust in him, especially since some inept clout had once hurt her. Anger had boiled inside him, but he’d quickly pushed it down. Anger had no place here. He’d vowed to be worthy of this woman.

  He’d applied the water-based lubrication he’d brought with him, easing the slick gel into her anus. Once he’d felt she was well-lubricated and loosened, he’d placed the tip of his cock against her slightly stretched rear hole. He had pushed slowly, her heat and tightness almost too perfect to be true. He had wanted to give her body time to adjust, time to accept him. While he had no issue with inflicting pain as a punishment or for pleasure, he had no wish to harm his submissive. He knew several self-proclaimed Dominants who delighted in harming others, but he had no respect for such behavior. On the contrary, it repulsed him.

  He’d watched Miss Alice carefully, and when the muscles along her back had relaxed, he’d pushed a bit deeper. Inch by inch he’d claimed her. When he’d been fully seated inside her, he’d pulled back then pressed into her heat once again. She’d clutched the quilt beneath her fingers, panted and murmured the word ‘yes’ over and over again. That had been his cue that she was ready.

  He’d fucked her then. Hard, fast. One hand buried in her loosened hair, the other pinching and tugging her nipple. Within moments she’d been shuddering against him, her passage tightening even more as she’d cried out and his balls were covered in her sweet juices. Vincent had clenched his jaw, desperate not to come too soon. No, he’d wanted to bring her to orgasm as many times as possible before he allowed his own release. He’d watched her body, covered in a fine sheen of sweat, quiver.

  “Sir!” she’d called out. Even in the depths of pleasure, she’d still referred to him in this manner. After that first night when she had used his given name without permission, she had always called him Sir or Mr. Vanderson.

  “That’s it. Come for me. God. I can’t wait,” he’d answered. And he hadn’t been able to. His balls had tightened moments before he’d shot his pleasure inside her. Later, once they had both caught their breath, he had pulled out of her and told her to lie back on the bed, her legs still spread and dangling over the footboard. He had knelt between her thighs and used his mouth and fingers to bring her to orgasm over and over again until she had begged for mercy.

  Then he had joined her on the bed, cradling her against him until the even sounds of her breathing had assured him that she slept soundly. Never before had he spent an entire night with a submissive, but he had been sorely tempted then. But no, not yet. It was still too soon to even consider that level of closeness.

  Enough. He had work to do and this distraction wasn’t helping. Vincent returned to his workspace, picked up his jeweler’s eyepiece and began to place the small citrines in the seemingly delicate settings that surrounded each glittering emerald. Still, he couldn’t help but imagine the lovely necklace encircling Alice’s neck.

  Chapter Ten

  Alice clipped a few more yellow roses and considered her position. Emmit had called last week, sharing his good news. Ashley, the young woman he’d fallen for, and her father, had accepted his proposal. He’d also been accepted for an internship with the strong possibility of a full-time position upon attaining his degree. Now that her son was settled, she sat on a stone bench in the flower garden and thought about what she wanted from life. She wiggled a bit, her bottom still tender from the previous night’s spanking. She’d broken no rule, but Mr. Vanderson had decided to use the wooden stocks simply for the pleasure of doing so. Once she’d been locked into place, he’d used a deerskin flogger on her bottom then, as she had imagined on her first visit to the Room, had taken her from behind. Twice.

  She smiled, remembering the deep satisfaction and joy she’d felt, but was she willing to open her heart as well as her body to Vincent? As was her nature, she added up all the pros and cons, then came to a decision. Alice gathered her basket of flowers, straightened her shoulders and her resolve, then went into the house. She needed to speak with Sally.

  * * * *

  “Will there be anything else, sir?” Sally asked, clearing away Vincent’s dinner plate.

  “No, thank you, Miss Sally. The meal, as always, was perfect.”

  “Very good, sir. If it is convenient, sir, Miss Alice requested a word with you the library after dinner,” Sally informed him then left the room.

  Vincent frowned. He had not seen Alice all day, which was quite unusual. Perhaps she was avoiding him? His heart skipped a beat. Perhaps she wanted to end their relationship, or worse yet, end her employment. Good lord, what would he do without her? In the past eight months, Vincent had grown quite fond of the woman. He clenched the starched tablecloth in his fist. Fond? No, that wasn’t the right word. He thought of her soft voice and sweet smile. He thought of her gentle touch and quick wit. He thought of her laughter and her devotion to her son. Fond? No. He loved her. When had that happened? Suddenly, he knew he couldn’t possibly lose her. He’d do anything, give her anything, to keep her with him.

  The door to the dining room opened and Miss Sally again entered, gathering up the remaining dishes from the table. She placed a hand on his shoulder and bent down to whisper in his ear, “Sir, she’s waiting.”

  “Right.”

  Vincent entered the library, determined to stop Alice from leaving him. What he saw in front of him, however, stopped him in his tracks. Alice, naked, kneeling in position to greet him.

  “This was not what I expected,” Vincent murmured as he quietly shut the door behind him.

  “Permission to speak, sir?”

  “Granted.”

  Alice looked up at him, her emerald eyes shining.

  “Sir, as per our contract, I am required to be honest with you regarding all things, including my emotions.”

  “Yes, Miss Alice, you are,” Vincent agreed. He stood before her, looking down at the woman he loved, terrified of her next words.

  “My feelings toward you have changed, Mr. Vanderson. I no longer look at you as my Dominant. I look at you as the man who owns not only my body, but my heart as well. I’m afraid I’ve fallen in love with you, sir, and I thought it best that you know of this change.”

  Vincent was stunned. Could it be tr
ue? Could this marvelous woman actually love him? Looking down at her, he saw only honesty and passion in her eyes. He knelt before her, taking her hands into his.

  “Are you sure?” he asked.

  “I have never been more sure of anything in my life, sir,” she said in a wavering voice. “I don’t expect you to reciprocate this feeling, nor do I expect any change in our relationship. It just wouldn’t be honest of me to not tell you.”

  He took her face in his hands and kissed her soundly. His cock sprang to life and he wanted nothing more than to fuck her until the sun came up, but there was something he needed to do first. He stood and pulled her to her feet with him.

  “Come with me,” he said and led her out of the library. Alice gasped and pulled back.

  “Miss Alice,” Vincent stated sharply “are you disobeying me?”

  Alice swallowed. Vincent watched emotions play across her face. He saw the moment when she came to her decision.

  “No, sir.”

  Still holding her hand, he led her to the back of the house, through the walled garden and into his workshop.

  “Sit,” he ordered and pointed to a wooden stool behind his workspace. He knelt before a safe, dialed in the code and pulled out a velvet pouch. Then he came to stand before her, emptying the pouch into his hand.

  “Alice Whitmore, I would very much like to change the dynamics of our contract. I no longer want you to be my submissive,” he began.

  “Oh my god,” she whispered. Her eyes filled with tears and she looked away.

  “Hear me out, young lady.” He gently grabbed her chin and held it, forcing her to look at him. “I love you, Alice. More than my own life, I love you. I would be very pleased and very honored if you would become my wife.”

  Alice blinked up at him, understanding dawning. A huge smile spread across her face and she leaped from the stool. She threw her arms around neck and kissed his cheek. In between wet, sloppy kisses, she murmured, “Yes, yes, yes, yes.”