Dirty Dom (A Submissives’ Secrets Extra)

by Michelle Love

  Dirty Dom

  A

  Submissives’ Secrets

  Extra

  By Michelle Love

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  Michelle Love- All rights

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  Dirty Dom

  The water’s cold…She’s red hot!

  She sits on the white, rocky shore as I stalk her from behind.

  Her aspirations are as big as the Texas sky.

  I have other plans for the Yale College girl.

  Kinky plans!

  I’ll command her body and she’ll command my heart.

  The first step in my plan, make her crave my c*ck.

  Then everything else will fall into place.

  My only fear is that one day she’ll go away.

  Leaving me alone to miss her…

  Grant

  The constant click-clack of the train moving over the tracks lulls me into a state of complete calmness. A thing I haven’t been for the last few days. I’ve felt more pain and anguish in these last three days than in my entire twenty-five years.

  Why did Dad do it?

  I keep asking myself that question, over and over again. He loved my mother with a passion one doesn’t see too often. How could he have extinguished what they had?

  My Aunt Betsy, Mom’s older sister, runs her arm around me and leans her head on my shoulder. “They had a true love. I can’t understand it at all, Grant.”

  “Me neither,” I say then look out the window at the dark night.

  Trekking through the vast wilderness of South Africa at night is a daunting task. None of us would be here if it wasn’t for what my father did.

  My brother, Jake moves up to sit in the empty seat across from my aunt and I. “Aunt Betsy, can you tell us about the day they met? I love that story. And you can even leave in the risqué parts if you like.”

  With light laughter, our aunt starts the story about how our parents met, “Jack Jamison and Daphne Dupree were about as much alike as night and day are. It was beneath the branches of a willow tree, that grew along the bank of the Frio River in the hill country of Central Texas, they met for the first time.”

  “Dad and Mom sure did love to go back there,” Jake mumbles as he sits back.

  “They sure did,” I agree. “Do you remember how mad we’d get when they’d come back from a secret vacation and tell us where they’d gone, without us?”

  “I do,” Jake said. “Leaving us at home while they went to play in the crystal-clear water was a crime in my book.”

  “Mine too,” I agree.

  Aunt Betsy pats me on the back. “You silly boys, they wanted to spend time alone, rekindling the love they found that day, thirty years ago. It was a love that stood the test of time. I, for one, thought it would last forever.”

  “Me too,” Jake says then looks down and I see a tear fall to his lap. He wipes his eye and turns away from us. “I don’t know if I want to hear about this right now.”

  Jake is eighteen, too damn young for this to be happening to him. I’m not a hell of a lot more equipped for it, myself. But I’m the big brother, the oldest of the four of us. Our sisters, Jenny and Becca, stayed back home. Only the three of us came to Africa.

  Becca is only fifteen, the baby of the family. Jenny has her hands full with her, I’m sure. I wonder how she’ll take everything, once we tell her what we found out.

  Aunt Betsy resituates herself, trying in vain to get comfortable. The seats aren’t made for comfort, I’m afraid. We sit in silence, the sounds of the train, the only sounds we hear. Until Jake starts to snore and his head drops as he’s fallen asleep.

  Aunt Betsy smiles, pulls an old blue blanket and a tiny pillow out of the overhead compartment and gets Jake settled in so he’s a little more comfortable than he was. Then she comes back to sit with me and asks, “So, Grant, would you like for me to continue with the story?”

  It’s been many years since I heard the story about Mom and Dad meeting. I think I need to hear it again. Maybe in that story will be a shard of information about what would eventually happen to them. Right now, nothing makes sense.

  “Sure, Aunt Betsy, tell it to me.”

  Daphne

  I’ve lost my family on the river!

  The rapids pulled us away from each other and the next thing I knew, I was alone, drifting with the slower moving current and unable to spot my mother, father, or my sister, Betsy. And now my float has a small hole in it caused by a tree branch I ran into.

  Steadily, the air leaves my innertube and I go slower and slower as it goes flat. I have no idea what I’ll do and my nerves are piquing. Up ahead, I see an old willow, it’s long branches drag in the clear water, making it look inviting.

  The afternoon sun is right overhead and as hot as the African Desert must be. I have to get out of this sun until one of my family members comes back to find me. I can ride in one of their tubes with them down to our campsite.

  Sure, I guess I could try to swim the rest of the way down the river. But it’s not easy to swim through boulders and smaller rocks that make the water run swiftly through them. The tubes make it easy to bounce off the rocks, my body would be pummeled if I tried to swim through the rough water.

  The vacations on this river are always full of adventure. But this time, maybe a bit too much!

  As I near the tree, the last remnants of air leave my black innertube and I have to swim only a few feet in the deep water to get to the rocky shore. The tree is huge, it’s branches nearly hide me from view. And I’m not sure that’s a good thing. What if they come looking for me and can’t see me?

  But I can’t sit in the burning sun while I wait. My bikini covers very little of me. I’ll just have to stay put and keep an eye out for them. Hopefully, they’ll come looking for me sooner rather than later.

  In the meantime, I pull my knees up and wrap my arms around them, leaning my chin on them. It’s beautiful and peaceful under this tree. I wish we had one of these on campus. College life would be so much easier with a gorgeous tree like this to study under.

  Majoring in Political Science isn’t as easy as I thought it’d be.

  “Hey,” I hear some guy call out.

  I look behind me and find a tall guy, wearing swimming trunks, coming up. “Hey,” I say back.

  He takes a seat right next to me as if he was invited to and I scoot over a hair as he’s sat too close. “What are you doing here?” he asks me with a grin.

  He has a little beard. The kind that only goes around his mouth. I don’t like it. “My float got a hole in it.”

  “I see,” he looks up the river. “And your party is where?”

  “Ahead of me.”

  “Left behind, huh?” he asks me then leans his shoulder against mine. “I’ll stay with you until they come back for you. You do think they’ll come back for you, don’t you?”

  “I hope so,” I tell him and move over a bit more so our shoulders aren’t touching.

  “I’m from Uvalde, I come here all the time. Where are you from?” He moves a tad bit closer.

  “We live in Seattle, Washington.” I scoot over again.

  “Whew wee! That’s far away from here. So what has you guys coming out here to God’s country?” He scoots right on over, purposely getting c
lose to me.

  “My father is from Austin, originally. He used to come here with his family when he was a kid and now he brings us for a week-long camping trip each summer. Well, for the last three anyway.”

  “You go to college?” he asks me as he looks directly at my boobs.

  “Yale,” I tell him and lean back, exposing my body so he can go ahead and ogle me and get that out of his system. “And you?”

  “I work for the city parks service. I’m going to be a cop someday. And what are you going to be?”

  “The president, I hope.”

  He laughs and I frown. “Of the United States?”

  “Why not?” I say and flip my long hair off my shoulder.

  He leans back on his elbows too as he looks at my face rather than my body.

  “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just one goal that can only last a maximum of eight years, is all. You must have a goal that’s set in your mind, other than that one.” His fingers move slowly, closing the distance between our hands, overlapping mine.

  I look at his hand, touching mine, and can’t help but notice the spark it made inside of me. “I’m a Poly/Sci major. I’m looking to get into anything political that I can, on the road to the White House.”

  “So, like start out as a mayor, then governor, maybe a congresswoman, or a senator. Shit like that?” he asks with a goofy grin.

  “Yes, shit like that.” His hand moves even further over mine and heat resonates in my lower regions. I don’t normally react to anyone this quickly.

  “There’s a dance tonight at Jimmy’s on the Hill. How about I drop by your campsite and walk you to it?”

  “And who do I tell my father is picking me up?” I ask as we haven’t exchanged names.

  “You can tell him that Jack Jamison is picking you up and taking you away for the remainder of your stay here.

  With a laugh, I say, “Are you now?”

  He nods. “And your name is?”

  “Daphne Dupree.”

  “Daphne Jamison,” he says as he looks at me. “I like the sound of that.”

  He’s cockier than I usually care for. His dark hair is a bit long and shaggy, it needs to be trimmed. And he needs a shave. His body is long and lean and could use some more muscle. Other than that, he’s cute in a country boy kind of way.

  “If I’m ever rescued, I just might let you walk me to that dance, Jack.”

  With that, he stands up and takes my hands, pulling me up too. “Get on,” he says as he turns his back to me.

  “Get on your back?” I ask him as he has me confused.

  “Yes, I’m gonna carry you out of here. I know a trail that’ll get us back to the camping area. That is where you’re staying, right?”

  “It is,” I say but I’m not about to climb on this guy’s back. “I can…”

  He interrupts me as he picks me up, and tosses me around until I’m settled on his back.

  “Let’s go,” he says as he takes off, leaving the cool shade of the willow tree behind us and going out into the bright sunlight.

  Looks like I got a ride, whether I wanted one or not!

  Jack

  Her long, blonde hair is splayed out over my brown pillowcase. Her long legs are spread open for me and I slide onto my bed, right between them. “I’m glad you decided to stay with me, Daphne.”

  “I’m glad you asked me to, Jack,” she coos as she holds out her arms.

  I move into them and kiss her tasty neck. Her parents weren’t keen on leaving her with me for the rest of the summer. But Daphne isn’t one who’s told what to do by anyone. Not even me, her boyfriend.

  The promises I had to make to them. I have to get her to Yale before the new semester begins and I have to take excellent care of the baby of their little family. I can do both of those things, easily.

  She’s warm as I enter her, her body tenses for a moment then relaxes as she takes me all in. “It’s hard to believe we’ve been doing this for a week now and still my body has to get used to that anaconda you have hanging between your legs, Jack.”

  “You fit me like a glove, baby.” I move my body, stroking hers as I do. She brings out more in me than anyone ever has. Her touch is like fire on my skin. Her kisses send me straight to Heaven.

  She arches up to me as she moans, “God, you fuck me so well.”

  “It’s because you respond so well. Now shut up and kiss me.”

  I drop my mouth on hers as I pump my cock into her tight pussy. Our tongues fight for dominance and mine wins, again. My need for her grows, and I move faster, needing to feel her even deeper, I pull one of her legs up and slip into her more. We both moan with how damn good it feels.

  It’s still hard for me to believe that I have Daphne in my little cabin, all to myself. For the rest of the summer, anyway. Then things will change. Unless I figure out a way not to let that happen.

  As I move in and out of her, it hits me. I could get her pregnant!

  Then I’d get her to marry me and stay right here with me, instead of going back to college to follow a futile dream. She’d be happier with me than doing that shit anyway.

  My condom is all that keeps sex from turning into baby-making. Even though she’s been adamant about using one each and every time we’ve made love, I think I can have a little mishap that she can’t possibly get mad about. If she figures it out. If I fuck her hard enough, she’ll fall asleep afterward and be none the wiser of what I’ve done.

  I move faster, slamming into her nice and hard until she’s shaking with an orgasm, then I pull out and flip her onto her hands and knees. She’s not looking as she moans and buries her face in the pillow and I pull the condom off with stealthy silence and slam my bare cock back into her.

  Furiously, I pound her until she’s screaming with another mind-blowing climax. And I want to cum so bad, but I’m going to have to really tire her out before I let the juice loose inside of her.

  I have to get her body so hyped up that it goes numb and she won’t feel the hot seed I’ll pour into her. Even though her vagina is pulsing all over my cock, trying to make me cum, I hold out, slapping her ass to take my attention away from the need I’m feeling to give in.

  She’s wet as hell and I’m moving in and out with such ease. Reaching around her, I take one of her nipples and pinch and twist it while she moans, “Fuck me, baby.”

  “You like it when I fuck you like a dog, don’t you, you little bitch?” I whisper in her ear as I pull on her nipple, making her yelp.

  “Oh, yes. Fuck me like a dog, baby!”

  “Like a bitch in heat is what you are,” I say then bite her neck. “You can’t get enough of this big dick, can you?”

  “I can’t get enough. Fuck me harder!”

  I slam into her nice and hard until she’s cumming all over my cock for the third time. It’s hard as hell not to climax too but I hold on. She’s moaning and then I hear her say something she hasn’t before. “I fucking love you, Jack Jamison. I fucking love you!”

  I pull out of her and abort my mission. I was wrong to even think about doing that to her. I turn her over and look at her as she lies there, looking up at me with a smile on her face. “I love you too, Daphne.”

  She runs her hand down my stomach and I jerk away just before she gets to my un-condomed cock. She looks at me with a strange expression then tosses the blanket, I’ve grabbed to cover myself, back and looks at my dick. “You seem to have lost something.”

  Feigning ignorance, I look at my dick too and say, “How’d that happen?”

  Her eyes narrow for a moment then she smiles. “Jack Jamison, were you trying to get me pregnant?”

  With no idea of how to answer that question, I find myself shrugging and her laughing. “You’re not mad?”

  Shaking her head, she says, “Let’s do it.”

  “Really?” I ask as I can’t believe she’d be into it.

  Pulling me back to her, she whispers, “If you get me pregnant, you will marry my ass, right?”
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  “I’ll marry your ass whether I get you pregnant or not. I love you, Daphne, soon to be Jamison.”

  Our mouths meet in a hot kiss as I thrust my dick back into her and pump it with all I have in me, then let it all loose in lumpy strands of life-giving cum that might just cement us together for the rest of eternity.

  Daphne

  Sitting under the willow tree right where we first met, I hold my husband, Jack’s, hand as we soak our feet in the cold, clear water of the Frio River.

  The day was a mixture of happiness and sadness. We were married by a Justice of the Peace at nine this morning and by noon I’d begun to bleed. We were so sure I was pregnant this time, but my period told us otherwise.

  “I’m sorry, Jack.”

  He wraps his arm around me and says, “Don’t be. It’s only been six months, baby. The main thing is that you and I are married now. That’s all that really matters.”

  Looking into his pale blue eyes, I see my future in them. A future full of love and maybe it will only be the two of us that makes up our family. Who knows what’s written in the stars for us?

  Jack is kind as they come, but I know I’m disappointing him. I have to be!

  Jumping into the water, he pulls me in with him and I laugh as chills move over my body. He holds me as he can touch bottom but I can’t. His kiss warms me and when he moves my bikini bottoms to one side I run my legs around him. His huge dick pushes into me and I moan with how good it feels.

  Jack and I will be happy together, whether we have babies or not, our love is deep and true.

  Jack

  It’s hard to believe that after waiting for five years for our first child to be born, we finally had a son then a daughter, another son, and finally a baby girl. Along with her came complications that stopped Daphne from having any more children.

  We were thankful for what we had. Grateful for everything life gave us. Is Daphne the President of the United States? No. Is she a high-powered congresswoman or a senator? No.