Her Dom (Dominic Powers #1)

by A. D. Justice

  It’s time for the next phase of our relationship and I feel my spirits lifting just thinking about it. Perhaps her petulance has been because I’ve given her too much leniency. The submissive in her craves the structure a Dom provides. The knowledge that there are consequences for her actions is often an aphrodisiac, especially if she intentionally breaks the rules just so she can be punished. It’s not that I enjoy inflicting pain—I don’t at all. I enjoy the trust that’s instilled in me, how she willingly submits to me, and the sexual thrill of using punishment devices for pleasure.

  She will see tonight, for herself, that pain can also be pleasurable. Performed in the right way, it will enhance the intensity. In the right hands, she’ll love the feel of the flogger as it sensitizes her perfect skin. Floggers, paddles, and wrist restraints are definitely in order tonight. She’ll have nowhere to hide once I take her to my playroom.

  As if she read my mind or heard my inner thoughts call her, Sophia taps on my office door before walking in. Another Monday morning and I can see the same look on her face as the past few weeks. Her mood is a mixture of both sadness and anger. It’s been taking several hours to get her past this mood and back to her normal self. Today, I’m not waiting.

  “Good morning, Sophia. How was your night?” I ask, intentionally poking her with the proverbial stick.

  A disgusted look flies across her face before she quickly masks it. “It was fine. How was yours?” she asks stiffly.

  “It’s never quite as much fun without you there,” I quip. Sophia takes a deep breath, straightens her back, and exhales slowly. She’s calming herself before she responds and I can’t help but watch, bemused.

  “I’m here now, so what do you need from me today?”

  I smile wickedly, knowing that she’s unwittingly walked right into my trap. She eyes me suspiciously but it only fuels my fire, my desire to see her in restraints with light red whip marks across her beautiful skin.

  “Today, I need your submission, Sophia,” I say pointedly and with total domination in my tone. “Tonight, I need you at my house. You’re spending the night with me and we’re moving to the next stage of our relationship.”

  “What stage?” she asks, narrowing her eyes at me.

  Narrowing mine in response, “Punishment, Sophia.” Emphasizing her name so that she understands I don’t appreciate the lack of respect in her tone and her demeanor, she quickly amends her posture and facial expression. “It’s also time for you to trust me, so we will move on to bondage tonight, too,” I state resolutely. It’s not a request.

  Sophia nods her head in agreement, knowing it’s pointless to argue and that there is nothing to argue over anyway. “You’re right, Dom. What time do you want me to come over?” she asks contritely.

  Something is still off. I feel it, I sense it, and I know it deep in my bones. She’s still holding back for some reason but why is not clear to me yet. Tonight will be telling. The cushioned handcuffs are waiting for her in the playroom. My hand craves the feel of the leather flogger and its soft leather tails. Under my persuasive techniques, she will not be able to keep her thoughts to herself any longer.

  “You will ride home with me after work. We will go out to eat first and then once we’re behind closed doors, you are all mine,” I firmly command.

  “Yes, Dom. Is there anything else you need from me before I get started this morning?” she asks sincerely.

  “Yes, there is,” I say. I wait, watching her for any hint of rebellion, but I don’t see it now. She waits patiently for my command. “I’ve missed you. I haven’t had a good morning kiss yet.”

  She smiles and walks across my office toward me. I stand and meet her in the middle. She splays her hands out on my chest, under my jacket, and slowly runs them up and around my neck. She presses her body up against me as my arms wrap around her waist and pull her closer into me. Tilting her head back, she reaches her mouth up to meet mine.

  Our kiss is hot and consuming. It’s becoming a living entity that has suddenly taken on a life of its own. Her taste is exquisite and unique. Her smell is inviting and intoxicating. I crave the feel of her soft, supple body in my hands. Her submission is only hers to give and she freely chooses to give it to me. She gives me strength and she is my undoing.

  Running my hand along the smooth skin of her upper thigh, I move upward under her skirt. It’s Monday, but she’s still not wearing any panties. Groaning into her mouth and punishing her lips with my kiss, my fingers find her wet core and I thrust two into her. She welcomes the sudden intrusion as her knees bend and her hips involuntary jerk as she reaches her climax. Increasing my tempo and pressure, she moves faster and faster until she can no longer contain her orgasm as her body shudders with wave after wave of pleasure.

  “Damn, Sophia, watching you makes me want to fuck you right here on my desk,” I growl out at her. “In fact, I think I will.”

  Her whimpering response says she’s submitted to me once again. Whatever was on her mind when she entered my office has dissolved into pure satisfaction and willingness to obey. As I devour her neck, my stubble marks her skin, leaving evidence of my claim.

  “Go lock the door, My Angel,” I command with a whisper and intently watch her as she sashays back to me. She stops immediately in front of me, and without warning, I thread my fingers through the hair at the base of her neck with one hand while pulling her skirt up to her hips with the other.

  Whirling her around, I push her face down toward the desk and use my foot to spread her legs farther apart. “This will be quick, but you will not come before I tell you to. Do you understand, Sophia?”

  “Yes, Dom” she murmurs in response.

  After dropping my pants to the floor, I grab her hips with both hands. “Hold on to something,” I suggest, but I don’t really give her time to respond. Thrusting forward, my cock finds her already wet entrance and I slide in to the hilt. She cries out and quickly bites her hand to muffle the sound. I continue plunging into her repeatedly as her muffled moans increase in tempo and volume. I feel her body gripping me, squeezing me, and she tenses to try to stave off her impending orgasm.

  Leaning over, I wrap my hand around her neck and pull her up to meet me. Grinding into her for the final time, I roar into her ear, “Now, My Angel, come for me now.” Her body can’t hold out any longer and I feel the warmth of her orgasm flow over me as I empty myself into her.

  Sophia folds over, limp, onto my desk, as I lovingly stroke her back and tell her how wonderful she is. Gently pulling back, I move quickly to the restroom in my office and return with a wet washcloth to clean her up. She hums and a sweet smile is fixed on her face.

  It’s been a long damn day when Sophia and I finally leave work and head for my car. She looks perplexed as we approach it but she’s not questioning me. “What’s on your mind, Sophia?”

  “I was just wondering if I should drive my car or not.”

  “No. Tucker will send someone to pick it up,” I explain as I open the door and she gets in the passenger seat.

  “Where you would like to go eat, Sophia? Your choice tonight.”

  “It’s been a really long day, Dom. Would you rather just eat something at your house?”

  “Not a chance, love. I’m showing my girl off tonight. You are too beautiful to keep hidden away.”

  Her beautiful blush flashes across her face and she lowers her eyes. I chuckle to myself, close her door, and jog around to the driver side. Climbing in, I’m still smiling wide at her embarrassment. “You really still get embarrassed around me, love? After all the time we’ve spent together and all the intimate things we’ve done to each other?”

  The blush deepens to red as she laughs heartily. Her mood is much better now and my assessment that she’s been holding on to some perceived hurt becomes more viable. It’s taken her most of the day to finally return to my Sophia, just as it has the past several Mondays.

  “It’s just that you’ve always stayed at my condo. I’ve never even been
to your house before. I was beginning to feel like you were ashamed of me or something,” she replies.

  The thought has crossed my mind before that she would think that, but nothing could be further from the truth. “No, My Angel, I’m not ashamed of you at all. There’s only one reason why you haven’t been to my house yet.” I inform her.

  “Why is that?” she inquires.

  Taking her hands in mine, I bring them up to my lips and gently kiss them one at a time. Choosing my words carefully, I explain, “Because you weren’t ready for this yet. Your past experience with punishment scarred you and I won’t add to that. Sophia, I had to make sure that you’re in this for the long haul. That you won’t run the first time you feel scared. That you know I would never hurt you like he did.”

  “I know,” she whispers and her bottom lip quivers.

  “Why do you still cry when I bring him up?” I suddenly have to know if there’s something about me that makes her think of him. There’s a burning need to know if, in her mind, he still owns her or if there’s something else that makes her tear up with a simple mention of him. The fucker whose name I don’t even know, and at this point don’t want to know, for my own sanity. I may very well hunt him down and beat the shit out of him if I found out.

  “It still hurts, Dom. It bothers me that I’m so weak,” her eyelashes flutter, fighting back tears as she speaks.

  “You’re not weak. You’re a survivor. What did I say about disparaging yourself?” I ask, not in a domineering way, but a gentle reminder to help her state of mind. A good Dom, a good man, knows when to push and when to soothe.

  “No one gets to talk about me like that—not even me,” she recites back to me.

  “That’s my girl,” I say before leaning over to give her a chaste, but lingering, kiss.

  “Don’t take this the wrong way, I’m not disparaging myself,” she starts to speak, then waits for my nod of affirmation before continuing. “This is a compliment for you. You are too good to me. I’ve done nothing to deserve you.”

  “No, My Angel, you only deserve the best of everything. Let me give it to you. Lifting you up to the highest pedestal gives me pleasure and it’s exactly where you deserve to be.”

  Shaking her head in obvious disbelief, Sophia leans over toward me. Just as I think she’s about to kiss me again, she wraps her little arms around my neck and clings tightly to me, squeezing me as hard as she’s able. In our embrace, I feel the remaining walls she’s built around her heart begin to crumble. It’s an amazing feeling to know that this incredible woman is all mine.

  I murmur into her hair, “Let me feed you, love. You’ll need your energy tonight.” The promise is there, hanging in the air and waiting for her to take it, accept it, and surrender to it.

  “Then I guess it’s a good time to tell you that I’m starving, huh?” she murmurs back. “Just not so much for food.”

  I chuckle at her response and she coos, “Dom, I love the feel of your laugh as it rumbles through your chest. It’s so sexy.”

  “After we eat, I will show you all the sexy you can take, My Angel.” My solemn vow to her, no matter how lightly or how seriously it’s stated.

  “I’m ready, Dom.”

  With that, I take her back to my favorite restaurant at the Four Seasons Hotel. As we approach the valet stand, I glance over at her and say, “You know, you really do need to tell me what your favorite restaurant is so I can take you there.”

  “I go where you go, Dom. That’s all I really want.”

  Dinner cannot come and go fast enough for me tonight. I usually prefer an unrushed, relaxing dinner after a long day at work, but tonight, all I can think about is getting Sophia home. Home—that word just popped into my head. Not to my house, but home. Depending on how tonight goes in the playroom, I've considered having her stay a few nights a week with me. Perhaps on our agreed play days—Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. We can discuss it if she still wants Sunday to herself. For now, anyway.

  Just as we are finishing our main course, a voice from my past interrupts the pleasant evening I was having. The very sound of it is worse than a thousand fingernails scraping across chalkboards. He’s yelling across the room, calling out to me, and acting like we’re long lost best friends. I know him all too well, however, and can hear the disdain for me permeating his voice.

  “Dominic Powers? Is that really you?” he yells in mock surprise. “Well. Fuck. Me,” he rudely roars, drawing out ‘fuck’ in his Southern accent for as long as his breath allows. Every eye in the restaurant turns to my table, disgusted with the inappropriateness of his comments. “Never thought I’d see you again.”

  Looking around him, I signal our waiter for the check and then look up at Harrison Dictman, who does not understand the concept of personal space and is standing entirely too close to me. Stretching my elbows out, I intentional hit him and force him to take a step back. He’s lucky that’s the worst he got from me.

  “Harry Dick-man,” I purposely mispronounce his name just as I did in the past. My intense dislike of him has only deepened over time. “Never thought I’d see you in a place like this. I thought you preferred the seedy strip clubs.”

  Hell yes, that’s conceited of me, but this guy deserves so much worse.

  “Aw, you know me,” he continues, unaware that he’s just been insulted, “I have to get out with the high-falutin’ crowd every now and then. Show them what a real man looks like. They forget with all these sissy boys hangin’ around.”

  The waiter brings the check, and without looking at it, I hand him my card and tell him we’re in a hurry. He takes the hint and sprints off to settle the bill. Harrison continues his tirade, insisting that any man who has money can’t have a shred of manliness about him. The waiter appears just as I start to rise from my seat and prove him wrong beyond a shadow of a doubt.

  I quickly sign the receipt and help Sophia out of her chair. Turning to Harrison, I quickly dismiss him, “We were just leaving. So, Harry Dick-man, we will let you get back to your dinner.”

  Sophia and I turn to leave and she doesn’t question me, sensing that I’m on edge and about to lose my composure at any minute. Not at her, of course—I know she doesn’t want to add fuel to the already blazing inferno inside of me. As we approach the front doors of the hotel, several couples are quickly making their way inside. The wind has picked up and lightning flashes across the sky in the distance, forcing the others inside to await their valeted cars.

  “Sophia, love, why don’t you wait here while I get the car?”

  “Dominic Powers!” that same, irritating voice roars from behind me. “Don’t you fuckin’ walk away from me like that! Just who the fuck do you think you are, anyway?”

  All heads turn to look at Harrison and several move out of the way, appropriately sensing this will not end well from his tone and words. I glare at him intently and grind my teeth. As much as I don’t want to get into a knockdown, drag-out fight here in the lobby of the hotel, he will not get away with disrespecting me like that.

  “Why don’t you show at least a little decorum, Harry Dick-man? You may need a dictionary to look that word up later. But for now, why don’t you and I just step outside and we’ll finish this discussion?” I growl back at him.

  Storming out the front door, pushing the door open wide enough that it slams against the building, my stride is determined and confident. If he steps outside, his ass is mine and I will fucking pound him into the ground. As my feet hit the first step, I hear his loud taunts coming from directly behind me.

  “What’s the matter, Mr. I’m-So-Fuckin’-Perfect-I-Shit-Gold-Bricks Powers? Don’t want all these fancy people to know that YOU KILLED MY SISTER?”

  The next thing I know, five very large security men are pulling me off of Harrison’s bloodied face. He’s lying on his back on the ground, yelling obscenities and swearing his retribution on his life. The valet has pulled my car around and is standing inside the car door, staring at the commotion with his
jaw on the ground. A couple of other security men are helping Harrison up off the ground.

  “This type of behavior is not acceptable here,” the manager hisses. “This is the Four Seasons and we have an immaculate reputation. I will not have it tarnished by allowing this sort of behavior.”

  “Do you want to press charges against this man?” the manager asks Harrison, gesturing toward me.

  “No, I don’t wanna press no charges,” he drawls. “I don’t want him in no jail where I can’t get to him.”

  I roll my eyes in disgust and say, “Bring it on, Harry Dick-man. I’ll fuck up your face again for you.”

  “Sir!” the manager yells this time. “Do you wish to press charges against this man?” he asks, gesturing toward Harrison this time.

  “No. No charges,” I smirk at Harrison. I’m ready for round two.

  “You both need to vacate the premises immediately. If either of you return, I will press charges for trespassing,” the manager informs us.

  At some point during this whole exchange, Sophia moved to my side. As Harrison starts to leave, he stops and rakes his eyes over Sophia while licking his lips. Pushing her behind me to protect her, I reach to grab him again just as the security team pulls me back and another set of men grabs Harrison’s arms and forcibly walks him away from us.

  Flexing and relaxing my fingers, I inhale deeply and blow my out breath, trying to let go of the intense anger that is still welled up inside of me. If they hadn’t stopped me, I might have beaten that bastard to death. Sophia’s hand softly lands on my arm and slides down to take my hand in hers. She’s silently giving me her support, so I meet her expressive eyes with my own. Moving in closer, she wraps her other arm around mine, pulling her body as close to me as she can.

  Pulling my arm free from her grip, I wrap my arms around her and kiss her gently. “Let’s go home before they call the police on me,” I whisper to her. She nods and we walk to my car just as we are now—our bodies are as close as we can get, our arms are wrapped around each other, and we lean in to keep our faces close.