The Dom of My Dreams: A BDSM Novel

by M. F. Sinclair

  The flaring tip fondled the nape of my neck, then moved down slowly, achingly so, to the base of my spine. He moved steadily down, tracing a slow line over my ass cleft before continuing with his steadfast descent. Gradually, he worked his way down my leg, lingering behind my knees and my calves. When he finished one leg, he started the other. And on and on he went until his tip ended at my feet. He teased the back of one foot, and I jerked away, letting out an involuntary giggle.

  Seton laughed at my reaction as he ran his gorgeous tip between each toe, turning my giggles into soft moans.

  “You have very sensitive toes,” he observed playfully. “I’ll keep that in mind for later.”

  He moved back up my legs, and this time he lingered over my ass. With the pillow underneath me, my ass was now raised up in the air, so I didn’t have to buck up in invitation, but I did it anyway.

  Seton chuckled softly. “Yes, my pet, I know what you want.”

  He parted the cheeks and I felt the tip of his cock slide between them, seeking my anus. I didn’t want to be entered that way, not now, and for a moment I panicked and squirmed on the cushion. I felt Seton hesitate.

  “Don’t fret, darling,” he whispered. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

  He reached my clit from behind instead, pressing his tip hard against it. He began to move, slipping his cock up and down over my sensitive nub.

  I gasped and thrust my hips toward his scintillating touch, wanting to feel his wonderful cock pressed tighter against me. He put his hand on my back, and the warmth of his palm applied pressure, holding me still. His cock explored my clit, its tip rubbing it, teasing it, tormenting it. I moaned and thrust against him, my body quivering and spinning out of control.

  “Come for me,” Seton uttered huskily. “Come for me, baby.”

  Suddenly, my body convulsed into a shuddering climax.

  Tenderly, he spun me on my back again and straddled my hips, careful not to touch me with his body, then leaned forward to claim my mouth in a slow, earth-shattering kiss. A mixture of pain and longing shot through my heart.

  “You’re so beautiful, Marjorie,” he said breathlessly once he pulled his mouth away. “Why can’t you see what others see? What I see. You don’t know how wonderful you are. How special.”

  His tenderness was my undoing. Never had he said such wonderful things to me, and I was wary of their meaning. Tears threatened to fall, and I fought with every fiber of my being to hold them back.

  He went on. “You deserve someone who loves you and treasures you and—”

  “Don’t!” I shouted, shaking my head violently. “Please don’t do that.”

  His body stiffened above me. A short, confused silence filled the room. Then, “Don’t do what, my pet?”

  I bit my bottom lip, stifling a sob. I loved everything he was doing to me. I loved how he’d blindfolded me, forcing me to take my pleasure from the heightening of my other senses. I loved how, in his own dark and unique way, he’d shown me that I could trust him. I loved how he’d traced the tip of his beautiful cock all over my body, and I loved how he’d made me come, and how he’d kissed me afterwards. I loved every single one of our experiences together—even the not so pleasant ones. I loved the way he made me feel. I loved him. I loved him so much I almost couldn’t breathe.

  Yet I hated all of this at the same time. I hated it because it would come to an end one day, and I’d be forced to carry on without him, and I’d hate both Seton and Jeremy for showing me the meaning of true love for the first time in my entire life, only to take it all away. And now Seton was telling me that I was special and that I deserved someone who loved and treasured me. He was being kind to me, patronizing me, cushioning the blow before telling me that it was over between us. He was about to reject me. It would be a nice rejection, but a rejection nevertheless. Unable to stop it, a tear slipped from underneath the blindfold and trickled down my cheek.

  “Marjorie,” he said sternly. “Why are you crying?”

  “Don’t show me kindness,” I cried out. “Don’t show me affection. I can handle your coldness. I can handle your punishments, but not this. It’ll hurt all the more once you’re gone, and I don’t think I’ll be able to recover from that.” A loud sob escaped my lips, sharpened by the ache that was coursing through my heart. “If you’re going to leave me, then just do it. But don’t patronize me. Don’t tell me what I deserve and what I don’t deserve.”

  There. I had done it. I had let him see the real me. I’d showed him my vulnerability in all of its naked glory. I’d given him my heart and soul to do with them whatever he pleased. I no longer held anything back. He now had complete and utter power over me.

  A profound silence took over the room. Then Seton’s warm lips touched my cheek and kissed the tear away. A calloused hand replaced his lips, carefully brushing away a strand of hair that had spilled across my face.

  Seton was the one to break the silence. “You know, Marjorie,” he began, “for such an intelligent girl, you can be horribly thick-headed sometimes.”

  My body froze. “What?”

  He sighed. “You haven’t figured it out yet, have you? Are you so bloody oblivious to what’s going on?”

  “Oblivious to what?”

  He sighed again, grumbling something to himself about silly and clueless women, and with one quick move, he eased the blindfold away.

  I squinted a little, my eyes wet with tears and perspiration. I blinked them away and squinted again…and my breath left me when I saw him. He was still straddling my hips, gazing down at me with a look of passion so potent I almost melted. But that wasn’t what made my heart weep with happiness. Seton was naked. His body was fully exposed. He’d shown me all of him, had bared himself for me.

  “Have you…” I began, but had to swallow a big lump in my throat before I continued. “Have you been naked all this time?”

  A slow smile touched his lips. “Yes.”

  A faint sob escaped. He had removed his clothes long before I confessed my feelings for him. The implications of this act were not lost on me.

  I strained against the satin bindings and sat up a little, wanting to have a better look. My mouth went dry at the sight of sheer masculine beauty straddled before me. His body was lean and athletic, muscular but not bulky, just the way I liked it. His beautiful chest rose whenever he breathed in, affording me a view of his pectoral muscles. He had a gorgeous set of small brown nipples, encircled by a light coat of hair that was the same color as his wavy tresses. Soft wisps of hair scattered all over his chest, a thin line of which began just beneath his collarbone and trailed down to his pubic area, where his cock stood proudly and prominently, stretched past the navel. I loved the way his pinkish balls hung taut beneath his shaft, and his narrow hips and muscled thighs were a sight for sore eyes. He was beautiful. All of him. My lips trembled, fresh tears leaking out of my eyes.

  “Do I look so bloody awful that I’ve made you cry?” Seton asked, an amused smile quirking his lips.

  I laughed through my steady flow of tears. “No. You’re…you’re beautiful!”

  He made a face at me. “What every man longs to hear.”

  I laughed again. “I’m sorry, but you are.” I cast a brief glance at my restraints. “Seton, I want to touch you. Could you please untie me?”

  “Go ahead,” he said, indicating my wrists. “Free yourself.”

  I frowned at him, then drew in a sharp breath when I discovered that I could undo my bound hands easily from their restraints. All I had to do was twist my wrists a little to the side so that the hands slid free. I wasted no time in slipping off the satiny bindings (a couple of Seton’s expensive ties) and slithering out of the cushion that lifted me, which was no easy feat, for it lifted my upper body in a rather awkward way. Seton moved to the side and removed the pillow from underneath me. He turned his back to me while he did that, giving me a perfect view of his butt. Excitement surged, and I gasped loudly.

  Set
on spun to me, his handsome face creasing into an amused frown. “What?” With his velvety English accent, it sounded like he’d said, “Wot.”

  I blushed and wiped away my tears. “Nothing. It’s just…You’ve got a gorgeous ass!”

  Now it was his turn to blush. “Er…thanks.”

  Heat swirled within me as I pushed to my knees until I was face to face with this gorgeous Adonis who wanted me. And hoo-boy did I want him!

  “Come closer,” I commanded, brushing my hands together in preparation. He probably wouldn’t be pleased with my ordering him around, but I was too excited to care.

  To my surprise, he complied. His green eyes were filled with smoky heat as he moved toward me. For a long moment, I simply looked at him, feasting upon the contours of his amazing body.

  “You really are an eyeful, you know that?”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t waste any more time admiring my body. Do something with it!”

  I smiled shyly at him, then overwhelming passion rippled through me as my hands reached out and caressed his chest. It was warm and soft, yet hard and strong at the same time—like velvet over steel. I loved the way his muscles moved when I traced my fingers over his torso, and I laughed when I felt him shudder as I ran a lazy circle across one brownish nipple, imitating the way he had done it to me.

  “Bloody hell,” he groaned, his hand clutching convulsively at my hair.

  “Now you see why I love this so much.”

  Seton took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a few heartbeats.

  More confident, I ran my hand over his muscular arms and traced a languid path down his broad back until I reached his fantastic butt. I gave his round cheeks a firm squeeze.

  Seton moaned and moved closer to me, his eyes squeezed shut as my hands continued their descent, moving from his butt down to the inside of his thighs and reaching that sensitive area between his ass and his balls. I stroked him there slowly—soft and feather-light. I had never done this before, but I knew he enjoyed it when I heard his sharp intake of breath.

  “Right, my turn to touch you now,” Seton said urgently, his voice strangled. He pushed me away from him and reached out to palm one of my breasts, but I slapped his hand away.

  “No! I call the shots now.”

  “Marjorie—”

  “Quiet,” I cut him off, setting an index finger across his luscious lips. “It’s my turn to torture you. I’m going to drive you mad with lust and you’re going to like it. Understood?”

  He laughed hoarsely at my almost uncanny imitation of his dark, commanding tone. “Whatever you say, darling.”

  I cast him a sexy smile and wrapped my hand around his well-hung balls, squeezing them gently and raking my nails softly over them. Lightly, teasingly, I pinched the underside of him. He trembled and moaned at the same time, and his reaction stirred something naughty deep within me.

  My mouth entered the fray, kissing every part of his body, from his collarbone and chest all the way down to his belly button. My tongue flicked out and tasted him there. Our eyes met for a moment. His face looked strained and full of concentration, like he was trying very hard to think of England or something.

  Mmm. It felt really good, being in control. Even though I enjoyed Seton’s dominant ways, I sometimes couldn’t help but wonder how things would be like in reverse. How was it like to play the dominant role? If this was anything to go by, then it felt great. I tried to picture Seton tied up to the bed but couldn’t. The man was too controlling to allow such a thing to happen. He would never put himself in such a vulnerable position. Even though he was allowing me to have my wicked way with him now, I doubted that he’d let me tie him up, so I wouldn’t even suggest it. Still, the idea of Seton sprawled on the bed, completely nude, his wrists cuffed to the headboard was…YUM! Too hot for words. But it would never happen. I was certain of it. So I might as well get my jollies now.

  I continued with my torture. I wrapped my hand around his erection. His cock twitched. I traced the sinuous veins slowly, caressingly, mapping them out with my fingertips. There was no part in that area left unexplored. I touched, I squeezed, I caressed, I teased, power and pleasure washing over me with every quiver and groan that escaped him. His cock wept, one bead of moisture oozing out of the tip and trailing down the purplish head. I dipped my head and caught it with my tongue. Mmm. So sweet.

  Seton jerked his body as if I’d slid something cold across his skin. “Marjorie,” he gasped, his body as tensed as a knot.

  I straightened up. “Yes, my dear sir?”

  He groaned and brushed a kiss across my lips. “I’m going to bloody come if you continue to do that.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying that you’ll lose control? Now that doesn’t sound like you.”

  “Whatever you do, don’t make me come.”

  A defiant smile played on my lips. “But what if I want you to come?”

  “Don’t!” he all but growled.

  “Don’t what?” I asked, all innocence.

  He made a small gargled sound before he answered. “Don’t make me come.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I want to come inside of you.”

  The hoarse, naked passion in his voice sent a rush of tenderness deep in my soul. “Well,” I uttered softly, voice breathy, “that’s fine with me, because you’re not allowed to come until I say anyway.”

  He answered me with a moan.

  “I bet none of your other girlfriends pleasure you the way I do.”

  “What other girlfriends?”

  “The ones you said you had. You asked me earlier if I was happy knowing that you were sleeping with other women.”

  “Oh, darling,” he laughed throatily. “I was just testing you. There are no other women.”

  A whirlwind of emotions waved through me, and I paused in my ministrations. I couldn’t believe what he’d just said. There were no others. No other women! He wasn’t involved with Karen York. He wasn’t involved with anyone else right now. He was with me and only me!

  I looked up at him, tears blurring my vision. I was fairly certain that he could see the depths of my love for him in my eyes, but I didn’t care. His gaze met mine, his emerald pools gleaming with lust and affection.

  “Don’t cry, darling,” he whispered kindly, wiping away my tears. “Let us enjoy ourselves.”

  Yes, I thought as my fingers smoothed over his pendulum. I will enjoy myself, and I have every intention of loving you so completely—with every part of me—that you will never desire anyone but me. There are no other lovers, and there never will be.

  I gave his cock a firm squeeze and teased the tiny slit with the tip of my finger, making his body jerk again. “Enough!” Seton growled, laughing nervously. “You’ll have to forgive me, gorgeous, but touching time is over.”

  I pouted mockingly at him. “What, don’t I get to explore your body a little bit more?”

  He paused, considering my question. Then he gave me a hot, devilish grin that lit fires deep in my soul. “Don’t worry. We shall make time for that and a whole lot more.”

  His hand slipped behind my neck and he kissed me as if our very lives depended on it. Then he pushed me gently onto the bed, parting my legs with his knees and swinging me here and there until I was tucked neatly underneath him. He reached beneath me, arching my back so that my body was pressed against his. I wrapped my legs around his delectable ass and slid my arms around his neck as I felt the long hard length of his erection tease my aching passage, seeking but not entering.

  He gave me an expectant look. “What do you say?”

  I smiled up at him. “Please, Sir.”

  He chuckled throatily and kissed the tip of my nose. “That’s my girl.”

  He pushed slowly into me. There was nothing swift and plunging about his thrust this time. He took his time, letting me feel every inch of him as he stretched every crevice and filled me to the core—consuming me, liquefying me—until he was buried so deep wit
hin me I thought he’d touched my very soul. He lingered there for a few moments, and I shuddered convulsively against him. His groan of pleasure echoed mine. Our eyes met and we exchanged a meaningful smile.

  I love you.

  I closed my eyes and blew out a quivering breath as he began to move. That was the first time I’d ever said those words—those exact three words—to myself, and I couldn’t keep the tears from streaming down my face. Seton’s tongue flicked out to capture a tear, and a sob escaped me.

  I love you.

  I wished I could utter those words, but I was beyond speech as pleasure washed over me like a tidal wave. Besides, all he had to do was look into my eyes to see the love burning in them.

  I opened my eyes and saw passion and desire staring back at me. I saw something else in his eyes, something more intense, but the slow, delicious movements he made on top of me felt so good that all thoughts soon escaped me. As he thrust in and out of me in sensual, lazy strokes, I realized that we were making love. We weren’t fucking, not this time. For the first time, we were coupling like two people immersed in slow, all-consuming passion—like two people deeply in love. And I loved it. I loved it just as much as the tumultuous fucking.

  I didn’t know how long our lovemaking lasted, but it felt like an erotic eternity. Our bodies, damp with sweat yet again, were in constant motion. Frenzied passion overtook us and refused to let go until it sent us over the edge and beyond. Our mouths touched every part of each other’s bodies. We sucked, we nibbled, we licked, we sixty-nine’d. There was not one area left unkissed. Seton made love to me again on top, then he tilted my body a little so he could enter me from the side, then it was from behind, then he pinned me to the wall, then we did it standing up. We made love on the floor, on his reading chair, in the shower, and again in bed. During the entire time, Seton sank into me with a fierce, intense, albeit slow rhythm of his making. He teased me, bringing me to the brink of orgasm again and again, but offering no release. He was in complete control, which was fine with me. But now he was more than just controlling. Seton was passion and fire and intensity and madness, and he didn’t let go until I begged him for release. And when he finally allowed me to come, I exploded in a sea of rapture more powerful than anything I’d ever experienced. Multiple climaxes swept over me in never-ending waves. Tears of love and need flowed down my cheeks. Never in my life had I experienced such pleasure, and I owed it all to this fascinating, enigmatic and unpredictable man who had so cleverly come along and stolen my heart away.