The Romantic Dominant

by Maggie Carpenter

  “I didn’t do anything, not really.”

  “Just going back into that house…but listen, I have something for you.”

  Turning around and opening the closet door, he withdrew his gym bag and carried it to the coffee table.

  “What on earth do you have in there?” Gabriela frowned.

  “Prepare yourself,” he exclaimed, and sitting down on the couch, he unzipped the bag and withdrew the plastic drawer. “I found this in Connor’s office. There were a lot more exactly like this, all labeled. He’s hurt a lot of women.”

  “This is…” Gabriela breathed, sliding open the drawer and staring at the DVDs. “I don’t even know what to say.”

  “I didn’t think you’d want anyone to see them so I whisked them out of there before the police arrived.”

  “So many…such a lunatic…do you think there are more at the house?”

  “I have a feeling Connor liked to keep all this stuff in the cabinet in his locked office,” Zander remarked.

  “He was a creature of habit, everything had to be exactly the same all the time so I think you’re right,” she replied thoughtfully. “I’m sure he burned the DVD’s at home then took them into work.”

  “So? What do we do with them?”

  “Thank you so much for getting these out of there,” she sighed, leaning into him, “and I have no desire to see what’s on them. I already know, I lived it.”

  “I just thought of the perfect solution,” Zander smiled. “There are DVD shredders in my office.”

  “That’s perfect,” she declared.

  “I guess I should get to the police station and make that official statement,” she groaned.

  “Not today. Nope, you are unavailable to anyone today except me,” he said firmly.

  “Zander, there’s something else I need to talk to you about,” she said solemnly, “but I want to do it in the bedroom, with the fire on.”

  “Of course,” he smiled, “laying down for a bit of relaxation sounds very appealing after our crazy morning.”

  A few minutes later they were on the bed, the fire was blazing, and Gabriela was curled up against his chest.

  “So, what’s on your mind,” he asked tenderly

  “I'm not sure how, to explain this, but the thing is, Zander, I’m still who I was. I mean, what Connor did to me didn’t change who I am,” she said softly. “I get the feeling you’re afraid to hurt me when we make love, that I’ll break, or that you’ll scare me, or upset me.”

  “I am, and yes,” Zander sighed, “I’ve definitely been holding back.”

  “Please don’t,” she pleaded. “I want you to be with me as if none of that horrible stuff with Connor ever happened.”

  “Are you sure? You want me to tie you up and do all kinds of decadent things to you?”

  “Yes, yes. I do, very much,” she pleaded.

  “I’d like to show you something,” he smiled, and sitting up he opened the drawer on his nightstand and withdrew a key. “Come with me.”

  Intrigued, she wrapped his fingers around his, and walked with him down the hallway.

  “Ready?” he grinned, stopping at a door near his study.

  “Yes, I am ready,” she replied, filled with curiosity. She’d passed the door many times, and thought it was just another bedroom.

  Slipping the key in the lock he turned the handle and ushered her into his playroom.

  “Zander!” she exclaimed, staring into the room. “This is incredible.”

  “Is that a good incredible, or a bad incredible?” he asked.

  “It’s a fantastic incredible,” she replied, and taking a few steps forward she scrutinized the chair and the various implements on display. “I absolutely love it!”

  She turned around to look at him, a huge smile across her face.

  “If I were to change into something naughty…” she teased, sidling up to him and touching his crotch.

  “If you were to change into something naughty, I might have to do naughty things to you,” he replied raising one wicked eyebrow, then reaching forward, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into him, “and you have exactly ten minutes.”

  “Will you be timing me?” she asked, a cheeky tone to her voice.

  “As a matter of fact I will,” he warned, and releasing her he moved to the kitchen timer and set it to ten minutes, “and you’re wasting valuable seconds. I expect you to be showered and looking fabulous when you return.”

  “Aaarggh,” she squealed, and ran from the room.

  Zander waited a moment, then moved quickly to his own bathroom to follow suit. Toweling off, he donned his robe and considered what he might do to her.

  He wasn’t going to ignore the fact that she’d been terrorized for several months, and while he would give her what she craved, it would be infused with moments that would soothe and calm her.

  Returning to the playroom he closed the drapes and turned on the small lamp in the corner of the room, then retrieved leather shackles with soft fleece lining, and a blindfold.

  The kitchen timer told him she had only a minute remaining, and settling into his comfortable love seat he waited for the door to open, but when the timer announced its loud ding he began studying his watch; fifteen-seconds later she appeared.

  “You look stunning,” he said softly, staring at her. “Come here.”

  She had chosen a black satin teddy with matching black shorts, and though simple, it accentuated the glow of her white skin and highlighted her ebony hair. Moving slowly towards him, her emerald eyes sparkling, she became the reality of his long held fantasy.

  “Stand sideways,” he instructed, turning her by her hips, “stand completely still and close your eyes.”

  She was breathing heavily, the anticipation sprouting goosebumps across her skin. Moving his hand over her backside he gently caressed, then landed a sound slap.

  “You were fifteen-seconds late, so fifteen swats. Next time you’ll be on time, won’t you Gabriela?”

  “Yes, Zander,” she murmured.

  He smacked her again, his hand landing in the center of her bottom, then again, the blow landing lower, near the tops of her thighs.

  “Your ass is gorgeous,” he crooned, smacking her once more, “I could spank it all night.”

  He heard her gasp and saw her knees bend; she was in heaven, and lifting his hand he slapped her several times in succession.

  “Five left,” he warned, “and here they come.”

  The swats were forceful but delivered slowly, each eliciting a deep moan, and when he was done he slipped a finger inside the crotch of the sexy shorts.

  “Gabriela, already so wet?”

  “Oooh, Zander,” she whimpered

  “Mmmm, very wanton. Don’t move.”

  Standing up he gently placed the blindfold over her eyes, then taking her by the elbow he led her around the chair, turning her to face him.

  “Sit down,” he said, “then lean back.”

  Moving her hands behind her, she felt the soft padding of the bench seat and set herself down, slowly lowering herself backwards.

  “That’s it,” he smiled, and picking up the shackles he placed them around her wrists, securing her arms above her head.

  Stepping back he dropped his robe and massaged his cock, staring down at the beautifully helpless, trusting woman, waiting and eager for whatever he had to offer. Her legs were still draped over the end of the bench, and pulling two foot rests from either side he swung them out, and grabbing her feet, secured them in place.

  “Oooh, Zander,” she cried, feeling the decadent exposure.

  “Is something wrong?” he asked, lowering his lips on her nipples, sucking them through the soft satin.

  “Nooo, it’s just so…”

  “Yes, it is,” he crooned, and lifting the hem of the camisole top, pulled it up to her neck, exposing her breasts.

  Moving to his cabinet he withdrew a bottle of lavender massage oil, and rubbing a small amount between his pal
ms, he returned to her, smoothing his hands across her delectable tits, fondling and rubbing, caressing and squeezing, and occasionally gently pinching. The calming fragrance began to waft through the air, and when she sighed, a deep, heavy, full sigh, he paused his attention to move between her open legs.

  Adding another dollop of the perfumed oil to his hands, he slithered his caress across her inner thighs, squeezing and kneading, every so often brushing his fingers against her sex, the satin fabric instantly staining. Her moans grew as her hips began to wiggle, her pussy hungry, his fleeting touch tormenting her, and when a finger found its way under the protective satin fabric and touched her slit she let out a cry of need.

  “Please, please,” she begged, “please touch me.”

  “If I touch you it comes with a price” he warned.

  “It does? What kind of price?” she stammered.

  “I'll demonstrate,” he replied, and pulling aside the crotch of the silky shorts, he circled her super sensitive swollen clit with his fingers.

  “You want this?” he teased.

  “Yes,” she gasped, “yes.”

  “Then you have to pay for it, with this,” he declared, and moving his fingers off her needy pussy he opened his palm and slapped her inner thigh, evoking a sharp cry.

  “Shall I continue?”

  “Ooh, yes, please,” she pleaded.

  “Yes, please, what?”

  “Yes, please, Sir.”

  “Good girl,” he said warmly, and sent his fingers back between her legs, pushing them deeply into her cunt.

  “Mmm, aren’t you ravenous?” he mused, sliding his fingers back and forth.

  “Yes, yes,” she gasped. “I am, so ravenous.”

  Slowly withdrawing he moved his palm to her opposite thigh and slapped it down, not quite so forcefully but several times in succession, then holding aside the soaked crotch of the satin shorts he pushed his cock against her entrance.

  “Tell me what you want,” he whispered.

  “I want you, Zander. I need you. Please, fuck me, please.”

  Pushing forward he snaked his cock into the depths of her hungry grotto, then held himself still.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard,” he warned, “but I’m going to fuck you very slowly, and I’m not going to stop until you beg me to come, then I’ll fuck you very hard and very fast.”

  “Ooh, thank you, Sir,” she moaned. “I need it so much.”

  Clutching her hips he began the ride, closing his eyes, feeling the heat of her swollen wetness and listening to her soft joyous moans. She was completely his, tied, blindfolded, legs up and spread, his cock her commander. He stroked in time with the beating of his heart, then the sound of her breathing, and when he found himself accelerating, he allowed the flow to take him, his thrusting dictated by instinct and need, until he heard her plea.

  “Zander, I’m so close, please…”

  Her plea and the hunger behind it sent a bolt of energy through his loins, and he found himself firing with force and gusto, his cock a piston, and when her breathing stopped and her body lifted, he knew there was no stopping the passionate eruption that was about to ripple through them both.

  Her enveloping velvet pussy sucked him, demanding he give up his life force, and as her cries echoed through the room they mingled with his own heavy groans of pleasure. A thousand lights flashed behind his eyes as wave after wave of sparking pleasure surged through his cock, and when slowly the waves abated, he opened his eyes, and staring down at her, saw she was completely limp, sporting a bright red blush across her chest.

  Slipping from her delicious depths and carefully straightening up, he unstrapped her feet, and still feeling slightly giddy moved to unshackle her wrists. Leaving her blindfold in place, he gently lifted her from the chair and slowly carried her back to his bed, then laying next to her, he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her for what felt like a very long time.

  “Zander,” she whispered.

  He slipped the blindfold away, watching her as she opened her deep, green eyes to gaze up at him.

  “Hello, Gabriela,” he murmured.

  “I have never been so happy,” she sighed.

  “I don’t want you to leave here,” he confessed. “I want you here with me. I want to come home to you. I want to wake up next to you. I know you have your house and you—”

  “Sssshh,” she smiled, lifting a finger to his lips. “I don’t want to go anywhere. I don’t want to spend another night away you. I need you, Zander, my heart will be sad if I am not with you.”

  Sighing heavily, Zander laid back to cradle her, and closing his eyes a thought crossed his mind.

  “Why don’t we go away right now?” he suggested softly. “It’s going to be weeks, probably months before that bastard goes on trial. Let’s not wait another minute to do something we both want so much.”

  “What about your project?” Gabriela asked. “It’s so important to you.”

  “Not as important as you are,” he whispered, “not even close, and Tom, my right-hand, he can handle things while I’m gone. Besides, I’ll just be a phone call away. I haven’t had a vacation in years and we both need it. What do you think?”

  “I think it’s a brilliant idea. I’d absolutely love it,” she breathed.

  “Then it’s settled, and screw commercial flying. We’re going in style. There are private jets that carry just a few passengers on international flights. It’s very luxurious and everything you deserve.”

  “Zander, you’re totally spoiling me.”

  “This is true, but don’t worry, you know what will happen if you misbehave,” he grinned.

  “Yes, I do, Mr. Zander,” she smiled, kissing his chest.

  “I’ll be sure to give you practical reminders, just to keep you on the straight and narrow,” he warned.

  “I’d expect nothing less,” she sighed, feeling her toes curl.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Prague’s charcoal gray sky promised night was descending. In spite of the long flight, the romance of the city and the joy of being together had vanquished any fatigue, and as Zander walked from the bathroom into the living room of the hotel suite, he smiled at the image that greeted him.

  Gabriela, dressed in a muted green and blue silk dress that floated gently around her body, was standing at the window gazing out at the majestic castle across the river. Its reflection in the still waters made it look like a postcard. Softly he walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

  “That castle is almost as lovely as you,” he whispered.

  She started to turn but he gripped her shoulders, a silent instruction to stay as she was.

  “Scoot your hips out,” he breathed, sliding his hands down her bare arms.

  “What about dinner?” she murmured.

  “Ssshhh…do as I ask.”

  Slightly panting, she shuffled back her feet, feeling his fingers drop from her arms and lift the hem of her skirt, draping it in easy folds across her waist.

  “Thigh highs and no panties, just as I directed,” he observed. “You’re such a good girl. Stay right there.”

  The air brushed against her skin and she felt a warm wetness wash through her sex, making her wriggle ever so slightly. She almost hoped dinner would disappear into the promise of another night, and Zander would return to slip his strong hard cock into her wanting depths.

  His footfalls announced his return and she caught her breath, waiting for the inevitable spicy slap of his hand, then sighed when his soft palm tenderly wandered across her cheeks.

  “Our first night in Prague, one of the most romantic cities in the world,” he crooned, “and what better way to commemorate the occasion than dinner at one of its finest restaurants, but I suspect you’re already thinking you’d like to stay here.”

  “Uh-huh,” she managed, losing herself in his hand as it continued its journey, hoping it would drop between her legs for further exploration.

  “To watch you across th
e table and know how hungry you are,” he chuckled lightly, touching between her legs, “will make it a truly memorable meal, but before we leave I’m going to add my own appetizer.”

  The warm touch of his palm fell away, replaced by something cool, small and hard.

  “I found this shoe brush in the bathroom drawer, just the thing to bring some color and heat to this pale splendor,” he announced, quickly slapping it against her skin.

  She bit her lower lip, stifling a yelp.

  “Yes, it carries quite a zing, but you were right not to make any noise. This is a very elegant hotel and we can’t disturb the other guests. I’m sure they’re all quite proper, and what a scandal there would be if they knew the couple in the Premiere Suite were indulging in such wicked practices.”

  The peppery brush began to dance across her cheeks and she grit her teeth as the sting spread, her mind’s eye capturing pictures of the medieval castle across the river, magically lit against the darkening sky, but when the spanking brush moved its scintillating bristles against her swelling pussy, she arched her back, closing her eyes, moaning with hedonistic pleasure.

  “Such a shameless woman,” he teased, running the feathery whiskers back and forth. “I think you’re sufficiently hungry, and this delightful implement will be in your purse, just in case we should find a dark corner somewhere…”

  His voice trailed off, the promise of what the night might bring left to her imagination.

  “I also have a small facecloth for you to sit on. We don’t want any embarrassing stains on your lovely dress, do we?”

  “No, Zander,” she whispered.

  Straightening up she felt the caress of the silky fabric dropping across her spanked backside, and as she turned to face him, the flush across her face and the sparkle in her eye betrayed her wanton state; Zander pressed his lips to hers, kissing her warmly.

  “At dinner, every time we hear the word castle, you’re to drop your fingers against your clit and rub, and keep rubbing until I tell you to stop,” he breathed in her ear.

  She sighed, leaning her head against his shoulder.

  “I’m not sure I can walk now,” she stammered.

  His cock was standing at full attention and he took a deep breath, fighting the temptation to turn her back around and make love to her right there, staring out at the compellingly romantic sight before them.