The Bratty Dom
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I wanted to hold her for always.
I wanted to kiss her.
I wanted Blair to forget about everything that had gone wrong in her life, and for a little while, I wanted to be the one she turned to.
She kissed me before I even realized what was happening, but as soon as she did, I pulled away and looked at her. She cupped my face, and I realized that we were both about to make a choice: a big one.
Were we going to be brave?
Or were we going to give up?
“Angela has already stolen enough time from me,” I said quietly. “First, the time we were together. Then, the time I lost after the breakup.” It hurt to admit, but it was time. It was time for me to forget the past and look to the future.
“Don’t let her take anything else.”
“I won’t.”
That time, I was the one kissing Blair. I kissed her deeply, passionately, wildly. I kissed her until I felt like my heart was going to explode. She started reaching for my clothes, and she pulled at them, tugging them off.
I chuckled, but went along with it, letting her undress me.
“Have you ever undressed someone?” I asked as she fumbled a little with my buttons and zippers.
“Nope.”
“Never?”
“They always did it themselves,” she shrugged. “This is new to me. I like it.”
“Don’t get too used to it, little kitten,” I laughed. “Most of the time, I’ll be the one undressing you.”
“You’re kind of a snarky, bratty dom, has anyone ever told you that?” She whispered.
“All doms are bratty.”
“Not like you.”
“My turn,” I laughed, and I started pulling at her clothes then.
It didn’t take long for us to both be naked, and I stood up to look down at her. She started to move, but I shook my head.
“Sit,” I said.
And with that one word, I set the tone for how everything was going to go: the relationship, the sex, tonight. I wanted her. I did. I was a top, though, through-and-through. Part of that included a responsibility to make sure that my partner was taken care of. Part of that meant I had to do whatever it was that she needed me to do so that her needs were filled, too.
Right now, she had a need.
She needed to feel desired, to feel wanted. She needed to feel like I wasn’t mad at her, because I wasn’t.
“You’re gorgeous.”
“Thanks.”
A blush.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said.
“Close your eyes,” I said.
“Why?”
She definitely needed to come to the beginner classes at Anchored, but even if she didn’t, I didn’t care. She was new, but I wasn’t. I could teach her how to behave, how to act. I could teach her about pleasing a Dom – about pleasing me – and I could teach her how wonderful submission could be.
“Blair, listen.” My voice held just the slightest edge, just the littlest bit of sharpness to let her know that I was serious.
She closed them.
“Now, the wonderful thing about being kinky is that we get to play whenever we want.”
“That sounds good to me,” she whispered, keeping her eyes closed.
“And we can do whatever we want.”
“Again, good.”
“What I want right now is your submission, kitten. I want your obedience. Can you offer me that?”
“Yes,” she said. She sounded scared, but brave, and I was proud of her willingness to try something new, something she’d never done before.
“Then spread your legs.”
It was asking a lot. She was naked on the couch, and she looked beautiful. She was perfect, really, but I wanted more. I wanted to see all of her, and I wanted to see if she would obey.
To my surprise, she did. Easily, she swung her legs apart.
“Princess, you’re already wet,” I whispered.
“I…I’ve been pretty horny lately.”
“You’ve been thinking about me.”
“Yes.”
“Good,” I nodded. “I like that.”
I loved looking at her spread out on the couch. She looked wanton and needy and beautiful. She looked hot as hell, and I wanted to make her come apart.
I knelt in front of her and before she could say anything, before she could resist or complain or tell me how she liked to be touched, I started licking her pussy.
She didn’t stop me.
Instead, she stayed with her eyes closed, holding them tightly shut as I played with her. It didn’t take much for Blair to explode on my mouth, giving me every ounce of pleasure I wanted from her.
“That was…wow…”
“For me too,” I whispered.
“I’ve never come that way.”
She kept her eyes closed. Good girl.
“It won’t be the last time,” I promised.
“Raiden?”
“Blair?”
“Thanks,” she said.
“You’re welcome.”
“Should I return the favor?” She asked. Her eyes were still closed. She was being such a good girl, such an obedient little submissive. I liked that. When you had your eyes closed, all of your other senses seemed to multiply. They seemed to become completely powerful.
“Do you want to?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Don’t move.”
I climbed up on the couch, standing over her lap so my cock was just resting against her lips. It was a strange position she probably wasn’t familiar with, but it was my favorite. It meant I could angle my cock completely in her throat, and I could thrust into her mouth.
She opened her mouth and started licking, kissing, and touching me there.
“Good girl,” I murmured.
She didn’t hold back at all. In fact, Blair seemed very much the pro, and I knew that if I didn’t stop her, I was going to the be one coming apart. I held on for a few minutes. She was doing such a damn good job that I didn’t want her to stop. From my position above her, I could look down and see her wiggling and moving on the couch. She grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper into her throat.
“Wait,” I whispered, getting off the couch. “Don’t move, and don’t open your eyes.”
I headed over to one side of the room. I’d seen some sewing supplies the other day, and they were still there. I shifted through them quickly until I found a long length of ribbon, and I brought it back. I helped Blair to her feet, and then I moved her arms behind her back. Swiftly, quickly, I tied the ribbon. It was tight enough that she couldn’t escape.
She couldn’t run away from the pleasure.
Then I sat on the couch and helped her kneel over me so she was straddling me, but she wasn’t on my cock. Not just yet. My dick nudged at her entrance, and even though I could tell she was tempted to slide down onto it, she held herself at bay. It was all part of the fun. We were playing together.
Some people had this idea that BDSM was all about whips and chains and while those things could be a lot of fun, dominating someone was something you could do with just your words. The right couple didn’t even need pain to implement submission. She was listening to me because she wanted to please me, and that made me even harder.
“You’re doing so great,” I whispered.
“It’s not so scary.”
“You might not feel that way the next time,” I said. “It’s our first time together, and we’re both holding back a little bit.”
I didn’t want to bring out anything too crazy. Not at first. We didn’t need floggers or nipple clamps or paddles this time. This time, just her pure submission was enough for me. The fact that she was willing to listen, and that she was willing to try, was enough for me.
“Raiden, I want you,” she whispered. “And I trust you.”
“Beg me for my cock, kitten.”
“I want your cock.”
“Oh, I think you can do better than that.”
“Please give me your cock, Raiden.”
“Again.”
“Your dick! Please!” She was wet. Her juices were sliding down her legs, but I wanted to hear her really beg. She looked so damn hot with her arms behind her back like this. She couldn’t move, couldn’t escape. She couldn’t do anything except what I told her to.
But that was good, and I was aching to come.
I sheathed my cock in a condom and helped her lower herself onto me, and she groaned as I filled her up with my dick.
“More,” she groaned.
She started to shift back and forth, wiggling on my cock. She moved with the grace of a dancer as she teasing it in and out of herself, and just when I thought the moment couldn’t get any hotter, she came again.
That was it for me.
I came, too, groaning as my orgasm washed over me. For a minute, nothing else in the world mattered: just the two of us. Just that moment.
But all too soon, reality came crashing back, and I realized we were on the couch in the middle of her living room in the middle of the day. This hadn’t been carefully planned. We hadn’t negotiated a scene. We hadn’t followed any of the protocols we were supposed to so carefully obey.
Then I realized that I didn’t care about any of that at all.
“Raiden, that was wonderful,” she said.
“Date me,” I whispered.
“What?”
“You heard me. Be my submissive.”
“I…nobody’s ever asked me that before.”
“Say yes,” I whispered.
Suddenly, it was very important to me that she accept me and take me as her own. I wanted her to take me as a partner. We weren’t perfect. Neither one of us was perfect, but…
I wanted her.
I needed her.
Then a sly smile spread across her face.
“Yes,” she whispered. “A thousand times…yes.”
Epilogue
Blair
Raiden and I met for the wrong reasons. We met at the wrong time, in the wrong place, under the wrong circumstances, but somehow, we didn’t let that dictate the success or failure of our relationship. Somehow, despite the fact that we’d fallen in love over a lie, we’d managed to find our way to the truth.
It had hurt.
It had been painful.
We’d both been wrong in many ways, but right in others. At the end of the day, that was what it was all about. It was about finding each other and fighting for the truth. It was about believing in each other enough to get to the honesty stuff.
A few months after we started dating, I invited Raiden to move into my house. It was probably too soon. I understood that. Still, it seemed like the right thing to do, and I was happy to do it. I was happier than I’d ever been, and it was all because some kind, gentle-hearted Dom with a streak of brat had decided to take a chance on me.
I wasn’t going to let him down.
We had a lot to learn about each other, and we had a lot to learn about working together as a team, but the beautiful thing about our relationship? We had the rest of our lives to work out all of the kinks.
It was me and Raiden…forever.
THE END
If you enjoyed this story and want to read more tales at Anchored, check out The Feisty Librarian, Wild, or the Anchored series itself, which consists of six novellas featuring June, Zack, Odessa, and more.
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CHAPTER ONE
Christina
“Are you ready?” Odessa’s shoes click loudly as she makes her way across the locker room floor. She’s wearing five-inch bright-red stilettos tonight and honestly, I have no idea how the hell she manages to walk in those things. I prefer to be barefoot, myself, but that’s probably just because I don’t have half the grace Odessa has.
“Just about,” I tell her. “Let me finish my mascara.” I twirl the mascara brush over my eyelashes one last time. I really should invest in falsies, but I’m just not confident enough in my ability to put them on. Besides, the double-dark mascara I’m wearing tonight makes me look incredible.
Kissable.
Fuckable.
It makes me look unstoppable.
“You look great, love,” Odessa kisses me on the cheek and manages to pry me away from the vanity mirror. “But it’s time. The night is in full swing and if I’m not mistaken, you have a date with Destiny tonight.”
“Her name is Mistress D,” I smile, but Odessa is right. We both know Destiny from outside the club. It should make playing together a little weird, but somehow, it doesn’t. Somehow, playing with Mistress D is different than working with Destiny.
Odessa just rolls her eyes and gives me a once over. She reaches out and adjusts the corset I’m wearing
, pushing my breasts up just a little higher. Then she walks around me, smoothing out the miniskirt I’m wearing and making sure each part of my outfit looks good, perfect. She makes sure I look complete, and for that, I am grateful.
I’ve been playing at Anchored for months now, but sometimes, I still get nervous. Tonight isn’t my first night playing with Mistress D and it certainly won’t be my last, but sometimes I still worry that I’m not going to be good enough to please my partners. Sometimes I worry that I’m not going to be good enough to make this fun for them.
“Stop over-thinking,” Odessa warns me sternly. “Stay focused on the scene. Remember, Christina: stay focused.”
“I will.”
She grabs my chin and turns me toward her. Odessa’s bright brown eyes practically glow as she gazes at me.
“You are not a mother tonight. You are not a widow. You are not a childcare provider. You are not anything but a submissive. Do you understand?”
“I understand.”
“Say it for me, love.”
“I am only a submissive tonight.”
“That’s right,” Odessa nods, seemingly satisfied. “Don’t make the mistake of spacing off during your scene, okay?”
I blush, embarrassed she remembers the debacle from a few weeks ago. I had been playing with someone new and just couldn’t really get into the submissive mindset. As a result, I was spacing off, thinking about grocery lists and errands, and the scene fell short.
Really short.
“I won’t space off tonight,” I tell her. Odessa is a submissive, too, and she’s going to be playing with her regular Dom tonight. Theodore is a kind-hearted tax-attorney who is seriously cut. He’s huge, and if I was at the end of his whip, I’d be terrified. Odessa isn’t, though. She loves it, takes it in stride. She’s a perfect fit for him and sometimes, I wonder why the two of them aren’t dating.