Temporary Dom

by Holly S. Roberts

  Tears filled her eyes.

  “Come on, girl, it looks worse than it is.”

  “Please, Luke.” She looked down at the floor and I saw a tear roll from the end of her nose.

  “‘Please, Luke’ is not your safeword. Lift your leg onto the toilet seat or I’ll use a different solution.”

  She lifted her leg and I could see her knees trembling. I inserted the enema nozzle and she jerked as if the solution had hot pepper in it. Actually, I used a bit of peppermint along with a mild soap and warm water; it wouldn’t hurt at all. I opened the valve. “Hold it in. I’ll tell you when you can relieve yourself.” Her tears turned to soft hiccups. I really thought she’d cave by now, but her stubborn brain was blocking her desire to end the humiliation. I moved her to the toilet and sat her down. Turning my back, I began washing the vibrator and enema nozzle, giving her time to expel the fluid.

  I grabbed a cloth and stood her up so I could clean her thoroughly. I ignored her tears, walked her out of the bathroom, and bent her over the end of the bed, face down. “Tuck your knees under you.” I assisted her into the position best suited for rimming her ass. This way I could extend my arms and squeeze her nipples while I tongued her. My goal over the next ten minutes was for her to orgasm. The humiliation helped and pain would do the rest.

  “You will come, girl.” This was why Machala was perfect for me. There were few things that wouldn’t turn her on. I ran my tongue against her rosette and felt her jump. I squeezed her nipples roughly and continued tonguing her nasty hole. Her body started quivering as I applied more pain to her nipples.

  “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,” she screamed as she came. I pulled her back a little farther and rammed my cock in her ass.

  “Fuck you too, girl. This asshole was made for me and when I’m finished we’re starting over. I’ll clean you out again and fuck you until you’re too swollen to take me.” I was grunting as my cum exploded into her.

  My body was draped over hers. My weight had to hurt, but she’d gone back to silence with the occasional whimper. I stood slowly, pulling her legs from beneath her. My cum was dripping from her ass onto the bed. I put my hand out to assist her up.

  She turned her head and looked at me. “I had a sister.”

  ***

  Machala

  I had never spoken those words in my life, but once I admitted the truth I couldn’t hold back. “She was my identical twin. Her name was Vachala.” My tears turned to hysterical sobbing that made it impossible to breathe. I didn’t want to face this. I didn’t want Luke to know how weak I was.

  His hands ran over my skin; warm and soothing. He asked no questions, just whispered words that didn’t quite register, but it helped. When I didn’t stop crying, he rolled me to the side and lay on the bed, wrapping me tightly in his arms. I have no idea how much time passed. So many tears.

  When I quieted, Luke handed me a tissue and I blew my nose. He left me for a few minutes, bringing back a wet washcloth to clean between my legs. When he finished, it was me who lifted my arms and pulled him in close. We rolled until he spooned my back. His warm breath hit my neck and just the fact that he didn’t ask questions gave me courage.

  “I was the smaller baby when we were born. I was always sick with one thing or another and it didn’t help that we never had enough food. My sister was strong, though. She ran double time around me and never stopped. Unless I was too sick to get up. She’d sit for hours holding my hand and telling me silly nothings. When we were five I got really sick. I don’t remember much because my temperature rose too high, but I remember her hand in mine and her stroking my hair. She mothered me more than my mom did. I woke up in the hospital. By then we were begging on the street and had no money for the care I required. Even as young as I was, I remember every corner of the small hospital room because all I did was look for my sister. I don’t know how long I was there, but my mother never left. I missed my sister, but when I asked about her my mom told me to be quiet. I wanted to go home so I could see Vachala.” I took a deep breath—this was where my life ended and it was so hard to relive anything to do with those days. I was only five, but my memories were so vivid.

  After another breath, I continued. “We slept in a shack. No running water and an outhouse that we had to walk to. I didn’t care. I wanted to see Vachala. She wasn’t there. My mother sold her to pay the hospital so they would accept me. I was told to never to speak her name again. My sister was sold because I was weak.”

  “Christ fuck.” Luke said as he curled tightly around me. He was nervously rubbing my arm. I don’t think he realized it hurt, but each squeeze of his callused fingers kept me going. I needed this pain.

  “My father never knew. I was a teenager when I finally had enough courage to question my mother. She slapped me repeatedly, but I wouldn’t stop asking. I had a sister who disappeared and I still wanted her back. All my mother would say was that Vachala had the better chance. She was strong. I wouldn’t have survived.” I placed my hand on top of Luke’s and pressed his fingers deeper.

  “I spent everything I made looking for her. Private detectives, the Indian Consulate, I took trips to India, but it got me nowhere. There was no trace—she was one of so many children who just disappeared. When I finally gave up, I prayed each night that she died quickly. Everything you’ve worried happened to me happened to her, I know it.” The numbness in my brain spread through my body. Luke’s fingers dug in harder.

  “What do you dream of, Machala?” The whisper of his breath against me felt so good.

  I’m sure people had horrible night terrors and handled them better than I did. Saying mine aloud made them feel inconsequential. “A mirror or the reflection from water. I see me—starving, skeletal, always trying to say something. I fade to dust and I realize it isn’t really me. It’s Vachala.” A calmness was settling over me. For years I kept this hidden. My father never knew. My mother died with me hating her, but more than that I hated my weakness. Even now I couldn’t find a way to forgive myself. My mother should have chosen Vachala and left me to die. I used pain to prove I was strong. The more the better.

  I rolled over in Luke’s arms and faced him. “I don’t know why I can’t breathe when I wake up. I know when I was hospitalized, I couldn’t breathe. That was the last time I saw her.” I could picture her so easily because whenever I looked in a mirror, she was there. “We were only babies, but that bond is unbreakable. I imagined her holding my hand for years. I could feel her soft fingers in mine, but she had such a strong grip. After I faced down my mother, I could no longer feel Vachala’s hand. It was so strange, but that’s when the dreams began.”

  Luke tipped my head back and gave me the gentlest smile I’d ever seen from him. “I love you, Machala Winters. You have no idea how much.”

  “I love you,” I said without hesitation. Relief over revealing my past didn’t stop the painful memories. Saying those three words did.

  His nose pressed against mine. “Ah, girl, I never doubted it.” He placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “I’m sorry it took me so long to come back for you. While you were gone I went through a rough time. The guys saved me with a little help from Angela and Jewel. Angela finally told me to stop sulking and go get you.” He gave a soft chuckle. “She was so quiet and reserved in the beginning. She’s a fierce mother hen now. But she was right. You are so worth fighting for.”

  I cuddled into his arms, absorbing his warmth and his strength. Luke sensed I couldn’t delve deeper and just kept talking. “I was miserable without you. Each month was a nightmare. Wade only made it worse. I swear he brooded more than I did. He thought your leaving was his fault. Damn, he carries too much guilt and looks for anything to add more.”

  Luke didn’t speak for a few moments, so I told him my side. “I went out with Danny and his girlfriend every weekend. I can’t believe they put up with me and took no time to themselves.”

  Luke grumbled. “Danny just didn’t want you coming back to me. I almost tossed h
im through your office window when I came to get you.”

  A small giggle rolled through my chest. “You have fifty pounds on him at least.”

  “Yeah I’ll admit the weasel has a big set of balls.”

  I laughed aloud and it felt good. “You were hot as hell in that suit.”

  Luke nuzzled my neck and I gave a heavy sigh. We didn’t speak and eventually I fell asleep.

  “Tell me how hot you thought I was in that suit,” Luke whispered sometime later, waking me up.

  I smiled and stretched. “I wanted to rip it off and lick you.”

  “Hmm, I know the feeling, but you’ll only see me in one more during this lifetime.”

  “That’s a shame. I especially liked the tie.”

  His grumbly chuckle against my skin gave me shivers. “I’ll wear a suit to our wedding.”

  I heard the words, but they didn’t quite register.

  He kissed me gently. “I don’t have a ring. I’d rather go with you to pick it out. You can buy the biggest diamond on the planet as long as you’ll marry me.”

  He was bribing me with a useless piece of metal and a gemstone, but I didn’t care. It only hurt because I couldn’t say yes. “Marriage isn’t the solution, Luke. My nightmares won’t miraculously disappear. It’s better that we live in separate homes. I’ll come over on weekends.”

  His fingers wove into my hair. “Won’t happen. You’re never sleeping anywhere but the bed I’m in.” His stubborn Dom voice replaced his softer coaxing one.

  There were so many reasons why marrying him was a bad idea. My ice queen could match him tone for tone. “We’ve never discussed children or any of the things people talk about before marriage is mentioned.”

  He smoothed my hair aside and leaned over me. Our eyes locked. “I’m not ready for kids. I may never be, but you’ll have a lot to say about that. If you want a baby in nine months, we’ll have a baby. I will give you anything within my power to give you. As long as I can pound your ass on a regular basis I’ll be happy. I can’t imagine a child being more than a minor inconvenience.”

  He was teasing me and giving me a reason to laugh again, but I resisted saying yes to his proposal. “You can’t Dom me into a wedding.”

  “No,” he said as he came over me, “but I can fuck you until you say yes.”

  I was laughing when he entered me. His hands stayed flat on the bed and all that touched was his cock to my pussy. He took his time, each slow stroke driving me crazy. He watched me closely, his sadistic smile growing with each glide.

  I waited, but he didn’t stop or change what he was doing.

  “Luke, please, more.”

  “No. I’m torturing you with vanilla until you say yes.”

  I laughed and groaned at the same time. “You’re crazy.” I thrust my hips off the bed so our bodies met with a bit more oomph. I grabbed his ass and sank my nails in. His smile remained and so did the slow even rhythm.

  I leaned up and said, “You might bore me to death,” right before I bit his lip.

  His head jerked back and he stopped moving. His eyes went dark.

  “Yes?” I licked the blood from his lip.

  “You’re less dangerous when I fuck your ass.”

  I gave in that easily. “Not on our wedding night.”

  He pulled my hands above my head and weaved his fingers between mine. “On our wedding night there won’t be a hole in your body I won’t use, girl.”

  He remained buried deep inside me. “You have such a way with words. What about my townhome?”

  “Keep it, sell it. I don’t care. You won’t be sleeping there, but if it makes you feel better to hang onto it, then do it.”

  This crazy conversation and fuck session was turning into a negotiation. “I need a home office.” I thrust my pelvis against him, trying anything to get him moving again.

  He didn’t take the bait. “There are five other bedrooms in this house. Take the one across the hall so I can keep my eyes on you.”

  The least he could do was pull my hair or something. He kept my hands pressed to the mattress and I groaned in frustration as I spoke, “Sometimes there’s no choice and I need to work late.”

  His evil smile showed he knew exactly what caused my problem. “My driver will take you to and from work if I’m not available. As long as I know you’ll be late I can handle it.” For such a complicated man, he made everything sound so simple. He just wouldn’t fuck me like I needed.

  I turned my head to the side and ran the tip of my tongue across his skin of his bicep. “What about when you tour?”

  His voice told me he wasn’t unaffected. “You’ll go with me. There’s plenty of time to plan ahead. Danny must be good for something other than pissing me off.”

  I kissed the skin I’d just licked. “Careful, he’ll be giving me away.” God, his smile squeezed my heart.

  “You drive a hard bargain, but I’ll manage.” He pulled out, going to his knees as he flipped me over. His arm lifted me from under my abs. He drizzled lube between my cheeks before his cock entered my ass. Luke didn’t have a romantic bone in his body, but I didn’t care when he bit my shoulder, moved his arm up, and twisted my nipple. I smiled through the pain and let him claim me.

  An hour later, I had multiple bite marks and additional new bruises. I was so tired and my entire body throbbed. Luke carried me to the shower and fucked me again.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Machala

  Two nights later, my dream was back. My sister watched me from the mirror. She spoke, but I couldn’t understand. I made a grab for her hand as it turned to dust beneath my fingers. She swept away on the wind and I couldn’t breathe.

  “Shh, babe, breathe.” It was Luke.

  He rolled us so I was on my back, his lips against mine, with his hand at my throat. He added pressure and I froze until he eased his fingers back. His cock entered me. He restricted my breathing again and again until I came so hard my toes curled.

  “Tell me about Vachala,” he said after rolling over so I lay on top of him.

  I hadn’t spoken freely about my sister since she disappeared. I had told the private investigators details about our location in India when my mother sold her, but they never asked anything personal. Bittersweet thoughts of her poured into my mind. “She would run so fast she’d trip constantly. She always beat me in any race. I cried and she laughed. I think she was a demon in disguise. The only way anyone could tell us apart was because she never sat still. I would stand in front of mirrors after we moved to the U.S. and imagine I was speaking to her. Every day I think of her.” My heart eased a bit more with the words.

  “You think you can sleep now?”

  “Yes, thank you.”

  “Don’t move,” he said as I went to roll off. “I’m your pillow for the rest of the night.”

  “Lumpy pillow,” I muttered groggily and barely felt the pinch to my hip.

  ***

  I went back to work a week later. The dreams came with less frequency, but I knew they wouldn’t disappear and they hadn’t. What changed was my fear of sleep.

  “You look good,” Danny said after giving me a long discerning look.

  I couldn’t help smiling. “I feel wonderful.”

  “May we talk in your inner office for a few minutes?” he asked. I could tell he felt uncomfortable. All of a sudden a sense of dread came over me. Danny could not quit.

  I led the way and he shut the door behind us. I couldn’t let him say the words and I opened my mouth to speak… he beat me to it.

  “I owe you an apology.” He took a step closer. “I don’t understand your lifestyle, but that’s no reason for my behavior. I’m sorry for how I acted on the phone.” He quickly looked me over again. “There’s something different about you and if Luke’s the reason, I owe him a thank you.”

  I could breathe. He wasn’t leaving me. I took the last step and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I love you, Danny. You’re the big brother I never had.” />
  He returned my squeeze before pulling away. “What’s changed?”

  I wasn’t ready to spill my guts about my sister to Danny and might never be. Sharing her with Luke was different. He was a part of me just as Vachala was. “Today at four o’clock, Luke is picking me up so we can shop for a ring.”

  A tentative smile traveled across Danny’s features. “Congratulations, Machala. Luke is a lucky man.”

  “We both are. We’re having a small ceremony with friends. If you’re willing, I’d like you to give me away.”

  The smile touched his eyes now. “I’d be honored.”

  “Thank you. Now let’s get to work. I’m sure the place fell down around your ears while I was away.”

  “Nearly.” He rolled his eyes. “Please tell me the ice queen hasn’t gone far, because we have a few matters that need a glacial touch.”

  “Then get your ass in gear and I’ll put my bitch face on.”

  And life resumed with a major difference. Each night I went home to Luke. He wasn’t an easy dominant, but I wasn’t a pushover masochist either.

  ***

  We were married in Krispin’s backyard. Poor Angela was ready to pop and she didn’t travel far from home, so the location was a compromise. Jewel and I arranged everything and refused to allow Angela to do more than wave her hands in any direction. The swelling in her feet and ankles was enough to firm up my decision against children. Luke said it was a subject we could review every few years. I could live with that.

  The day was perfect. I didn’t wear a typical wedding gown, but Luke wore a three-piece suit with a striking pink and gray striped tie, which he removed moments after he kissed me as his bride. He placed the tie around my throat and it accented my dress, which was strapless with soft pink flowers on white cotton. Over the next two hours, we celebrated with Luke pulling me here and there with the tie. The guys thought it hysterical, but my panties were so wet I could hardly put one foot in front of the other.

  I don’t know if it was the excitement from the wedding or just Mother Nature, but Angela’s water broke and ended the celebration early. I didn’t care because I needed Luke to fuck me. Not one bruise marred my body before our vows were exchanged and I don’t know who it was harder on.