The Dom of My Dreams: A BDSM Novel

by M. F. Sinclair

  To this day, I still didn’t know why I had been so afraid to love. Maybe it was due to my parents’ rocky marriage, or maybe it was due to my father’s rejection, or perhaps love and affection had been absent almost throughout my life, but whatever it was, my fears had been genuine, and they almost sentenced me to a lifetime of loneliness and bitterness. Thank goodness for Jeremy. Perhaps I’d had love in my life after all—the unconditional love of a good friend.

  I paid the driver, smoothed down my raincoat so that it reached my calves and scooted out of the taxi, dashing brazenly to the side door of Seton’s stylish Colonial house. A rush of excitement fluttered through me as I rang the doorbell. My palms were sweating and my heart was racing, and I had to take several deep breaths to calm down a little. I couldn’t wait to see the look on his handsome face when I told him that his wish was, once again, my command.

  Seton answered the door, and my breath left me for a few seconds. His green sweater brought out the color of his eyes while the tight fit of his blue jeans outlined the long, strong length of his legs. His skin was a little pale, his face dusted with stubble, and there were dark circles underneath his eyes. His shoulders were drawn with tension, his body rigid. He looked like a sexy, brooding vampire. It appeared that he hadn’t had any decent sleep, probably from working on revising his book so that it reached me on time. Tears of love and regret stung the back of my eyes. I couldn’t believe I’d put him through so much. I knew now that he deserved better than what I gave, because even though he’d done awful things to me, he had been sorry, and he’d done everything in his power to make it up to me. Now it was my turn to make it up to him.

  I reached out to hug him but stopped. His expression wasn’t the one I had expected. No recognition filled his eyes, no emotion passed over his features. He just stared at me with eyes that were cold and vacant.

  My shoulders sagged. Was it too late? Had he changed his mind about us?

  I was about to leave when his eyes slid to the raincoat, then dipped to my ankles, and traveled over to my left hand. Tension left his body, and his flat expression changed to one of longing so intense it almost undid me.

  “Do you know how frustrating it is,” he began, the seductive lilt in his voice sending shivers of pleasure through me, “to be deprived of that gorgeous body of yours for two solid months?”

  The words were barely out of his mouth when I pounced on him, almost knocking him to the ground. Regaining his balance, he slammed the door shut and wrapped his arms around me, cupping my buttocks and lifting me up as he crushed his lips to mine. With my legs circled around his waist, I let him carry me to the sitting room.

  “By the way,” he said when the kiss ended, “don’t ever use the side door again. My future wife will use the front door and only the front door. Understand?”

  The rough dominance in his velvety-smooth tones had my toes curling in delight. “Whatever you say, Sir.”

  Seton growled, a sound that just about caused my blood to heat up. Then he reclaimed my mouth in an earth-shattering kiss. We came up for air after what seemed like hours. I opened my eyes, and desire gazed back at me.

  A flutter of tenderness radiated along my heart. Without thinking, I opened my mouth and said the words that I should have said ages ago. “I love you, Sir.”

  The look he gave me lit fires deep in my soul. “I love you too, my pet.” His lips brushed mine. “I love you so damn much. You have no idea the hell I went through when I thought I lost you.”

  Oh, I knew he went through hell, because I went through hell too, which was why…

  “Don’t worry,” I said, smoothing a finger to his lips, outlining them. “I have every intention of making up for the lost time.”

  His hand caressed my hips as he put me down, a naughty little smile touching the corners of his mouth. “Oh, we shall make up for the lost time, my pet. Starting with now.”

  Mmm. That was exactly what I had in mind. I’d longed for his wonderful touch for endless weeks, and I had no intention of wasting another precious second. Slowly, seductively, I unfastened my belt, worked on the buttons and stripped off my coat. I stood naked in front of him. Seton drew in a sharp breath when he saw the ruby-stoned nipple chain attached to my hard nubs. It had been a while since I’d worn nipple clamps and my breasts felt extra tender from the pressure they produced. But, hey, these clamps had rubies on them—they matched with my other twinkling accessories!

  Seton took a couple of steps back and spent a solid minute simply looking at me, his eyes growing dark with passion. I thought I would die if he didn’t take me soon. Quivering with need, I cast needy eyes at him and sighed.

  “Fuck me, Sir,” I whispered longingly. “Please.”

  He was powerless to resist my plea. A low, husky groan escaped his lips, and after that, only the sounds of our labored, lust-filled breathing poured into my ears.

  We moved frantically against each other. Seton took me to the plush leather chair, then he plopped down onto it and pulled me to his lap. He removed his sweater and unfastened his jeans in a way that resembled a man whose clothes had caught fire. He lowered his underwear and his cock popped free. Awash in anticipation, I had to force myself not to pounce on him again as I took in the glorious sight of his strong, nude physique. I sat up straighter and swung one leg around so that I straddled him and, sitting on his legs, stared at the trunk of flesh that curved up his torso. Damn. He was so big and hard. So beautiful. I had never wanted anyone so desperately in my life.

  Seton pressed small kisses across my face as he curled his fingers around my waist and lifted me, situating me just above his erection. Coils of fire began to light within me, awaiting the heady contact that was about to begin. Nothing happened for a few seconds, and I swept an inquisitive look at Seton. A smug, dare-devilish glint flickered in his eyes.

  “Don’t even think about it!” I countered desperately. “No games, Seton. I need you and I need you now.”

  He kissed me again, and whatever annoyance I felt were irreparably squashed when he lowered me onto his delicious, rock-hard shaft. I gasped as my body stretched to accommodate his thickness, but I accepted him eagerly and willingly. He pulsated inside me with an intensity that resounded in my very soul. I began to move slowly above him when…

  “My pet!” Seton growled against my ear, and then it was all over.

  I watched as he rode out his orgasm, his luscious lips parting and his body shuddering with pleasure. His eyes were clamped shut. When he regained control of his senses, I smiled at him and brushed a soft kiss across his lips. What a beautiful thing, witnessing your lover’s pleasure.

  A blush spread over his cheeks as he gathered me in his arms. “I’m sorry, darling,” he said, withdrawing his penis from me. “I’ve been under a lot of stress lately, and you look so beautiful that I… I just couldn’t hold it.”

  I kissed the tip of his nose. “Who woulda thunk it?” I said teasingly. “The sexy and dominant David J. Seton, a premature ejaculator.”

  “Just wait five minutes and I’ll rock your world.”

  “You sure about that?”

  There was challenge in my voice, one Seton took head on, because at that moment a calloused hand snaked down to caress my thighs, then moved to my hips, where he traced a slow path until he reached my silky slit. His fingers lightly touched the outline of my cleft, just out of reach of my clitoris, creating a warm tingling sensation inside the deepest core of me. Then, slowly, sensuously, he slipped two fingers inside my aching folds. All reason left me the second his thumb encircled my clit.

  “You didn’t think I would let you wanting more, did you?” Seton piped in.

  I answered him with a strangled moan.

  He chuckled, his breath hot against my neck. His fingers continued to do all kinds of amazing things to me as his other hand caressed my stomach, pausing on my nipple chain. A scream of pure ecstasy escaped me when he tugged hard on the chain. Sensations radiated along my nerves, causing me to shiver
in his arms.

  “Are you all right?” he asked.

  “Oh, God, yes!”

  He laughed softly. “I love you, my pet.”

  “I love you too, Sir.”

  He groaned. “Say it again.”

  “I love you, Sir.”

  His cock stiffened, poking me blindly against my stomach. He continued to pull on the chain, sending jolts of pain and pleasure over my entire body as his thumb encircled my clit and his fingers stabbed deep inside of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing him closer to me.

  “Again,” he whispered in my ear.

  “I love you, Sir.”

  He withdrew his probing fingers and hoisted me up so that his cock slid slowly inside of me. He took his time now, his thrusts slow and heady and amazing.

  “My sweet darling, I love you.” His voice was hoarse with passion.

  “And I love you, Sir,” I garbled out as I rode him up and down, meeting his heavy, sensual strokes. “I love you so much.”

  We loved each other. We belonged together. And, for better or for worse, he had taken possession of my soul. But, in a wonderful twist, I knew that I possessed his soul as well. We were as linked to one another as the chain that held my nipple clamps. Speaking of which…

  I gripped my arms around his neck as tension built within me. An intense orgasm was well on its way. Seton must have sensed my rising level of euphoria because, as he bucked up his hips to lead our rhythmic thrusts, he pulled on the nipple chain. And this time he didn’t stop pulling. A cry broke from my throat, and I writhed on him until all the electronic jolts that rippled through my body ebbed. Seton watched my reaction closely, as if measuring it, even savoring it. But he wasn’t through with me. Oh no! One orgasm wasn’t enough. I had challenged him earlier, and he would meet that challenge. He pulled harder on the chain, unrelenting. Pleasure-pain almost paralyzed me as wave after wave of rapture swirled within me. I closed my eyes and savored each and every second of the sweet sensations that swept over me as I rode out my second orgasm. Somewhere in my foggy brain, I was aware that Seton had reached his own climax. We held each other tightly as the sensations drained from our bodies with luscious ease. I smiled languidly at him when he delivered soft kisses to my lips and neck.

  A few minutes later, Seton said, “I knew you’d fall madly in love with me. It was only a matter of time before you surrendered to my charms.”

  I scowled at him. “Well, if that isn’t the most conceited thing I’ve ever heard!”

  A throaty laugh escaped him. “I know, but you love me for it.”

  “Unfortunately, I do,” I said, grinning. Emotion like no other seeped within me as I gazed into his eyes. “Oh, my God, I so needed this. I needed you. I can’t believe I was contemplating a lifetime without you.”

  He said nothing, but his eyes told me that he had felt the same way. He had longed for me just as I had longed for him. I moved my left hand from his shoulder and held it out in front of me, admiring my engagement ring. The diamonds and rubies twinkled back at me.

  “You like it?” Seton asked.

  “I love it.”

  “It was custom made,” he informed me. “Imported from London.”

  “Really?” I looked at Seton. “When did you get it?”

  “A few months ago. Back when I traveled to England with Dana and Karen to request the book deadline extension. Dana helped me pick out the design.”

  My eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Wait, what?”

  Seton shifted in his chair, moving me along with him. “Yes, I’ve had the ring for that long. I’ve known for a long time that you were the woman for me, Marjorie.”

  I gave him a funny look. “Are you sure you want to spend the rest of your life with a sad old bag like me?”

  He winced. “I hurt your feelings when I called you that, didn’t I? I shouldn’t have said that. Sometimes my mouth gets me in far too much trouble, and I regret saying most of the things I say.” He gave me a soft kiss on the nose. “You’re not a sad old bag, Marjorie. You never were.”

  “Then what am I? What on earth do you see in me?”

  He seemed surprised by my question. “What do I see? Well, let’s see. You are absolutely gorgeous, for one thing. You’re sexually submissive and open to new ideas. You’re also fiery as hell. You make me laugh and cry out in frustration at the same time. You are difficult and conflictive, but also vulnerable and sweet, and all of those qualities combined make you wonderful and perfect for me. You’ve forced me to change. I’ve grown a conscience, thanks to you. You challenge me to grow, my pet—you make me want to become a better person.”

  Tears stung my eyes, but I held them back. I wouldn’t ruin this beautiful moment by crying like a baby. “God, I would’ve missed out on all this if I had gone to Boston. I was moving to a ridiculously expensive apartment and accepted a low-paying PR job just to escape from you. Can you believe that I—?”

  I paused when I felt his body shaking and realized that he was laughing. His face was carefully blank, but the twinkle in his amused eyes and the twitching of his mouth gave it away, so he burst into a husky laugh.

  I pulled back a little and narrowed my eyes at him. “You, Jeremy and Magda set that up? You guys found me an expensive place and a shitty job on purpose, just so that I wouldn’t move there, didn’t you?”

  Between chuckles, he said, “Whatever do you mean, my pet?”

  I slapped his arm. “Don’t be cute! I hate it when you act all cute, means you’ve been bad. So you guys set me up? Again.”

  He calmed down a little, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “I honest to God had nothing to do with it,” he said, his palms out in a quelling motion. “It was all Jeremy’s idea. I wanted no part of it, and I did nothing to encourage it.” He stared at me, not laughing now. “But I’m glad they intervened. It gave me time to finish up the manuscript so that you can read it on time.”

  “Those guys.” I shook my head. “They’re unbelievable. I almost moved there anyway, you know.”

  “I know,” he said, his face solemn now, “but I guess their timing was perfect. You read the book before you left town. Speaking of which, Alfred called just moments before you arrived to say that you may go back to work whenever you like. You were never at risk of losing your job, darling. You’re too valuable to Bookends, and to everyone around you.”

  His words, and the emotions behind them, moved me to the core. I wasn’t upset. How could I be? I wouldn’t be here right now if Jeremy and the others had not intervened.

  Still, I didn’t want his past behavior to go unpunished, so I decided to do something I had fantasized about for a very long time.

  Cupping Seton’s face with both hands, I kissed him lightly on the lips and said, “No more secrets, Seton. No more doing things or writing stuff about me behind my back. I mean it. I love you, but if you can’t be honest with me—”

  His kiss cut me off. “I promise you that I will never lie to you again. I’ll earn your trust, my pet, no matter what it takes.”

  “That’s not a bad start.” I smiled. “But you will be on probation for a while.”

  “Okay, I understand.”

  “You’ll have to make it up to me, and the only way to do that is with punishment.” I sat up straight on his lap. “Go upstairs and lie down on the bed. I’m going to teach you a lesson you will not soon forget.”

  He blinked at me. “What?”

  “Well…” I sat back on my heels and tried to imitate his commanding tone. “I’m going to tie your hands together, then I’m going to spank that gorgeous ass of yours, or maybe I’ll whip you with that cat o’ nine tails whatever you keep stored in your nightstand. I’m going to punish you and you’re going to like it.”

  His eyes darkened with ill-conceived lust as he pushed back a bit to glare at me. “Out of the question.”

  I shot him a don’t-disobey-me-or-else look, flinching when he pulled on the nipple chain. “Didn’t you just say that you would do
anything to earn my trust?”

  He sighed. “Point taken.”

  “Come on, David, don’t look so taken aback. The idea of it intrigues you. You want me to dominate you. Admit it. Just surrender to it.”

  Hee! Throwing his words back at him was fun. No wonder he found dominance so pleasurable.

  He stared at me in silence for a few seconds. Then, “You’ve just called me David, not Seton.”

  “Yeah. I thought you and I should be more informal now that we’ll be husband and wife soon, don’t you think?”

  “Absolutely. And I love to hear you say my name.”

  “Don’t change the subject, buddy. It won’t get you out of your predicament. Now back to your punishment.” I moved out of his lap and towered over him, hands on hips. “What do you call it when subs suddenly rebel against their masters? Topping from the bottom, or something like that. That’s what I’m about to do to you.”

  “You’ve been ‘topping from the bottom’ ever since I met you. You’re badly in need of some discipline, you little brat.” His voice sounded harsh, but his eyes were smiling.

  “Well, now I’m about to get worse. So get ready for it.”

  David was silent for a moment, his face unrelenting. But soon his doubtful gaze turned into a compliant one. “All right,” he conceded, sighing in surrender. “But only for this one time.” He reached out and gave my nipple chain another tug. I gasped, waves of pleasure-pain flaring down my body. “But don’t forget that I am still the one in charge. I’m still your master.”

  “Sure thing.”

  “Oh, and the flogger in my bedside drawer isn’t so bad. The whippings don’t hurt more than a spanking. I only said those things to scare you. If you really want to hurt me, then may I suggest the paddle?”

  I frowned. “Paddle?”

  “Yes,” he replied, smiling. “I have a large wooden paddle in my bedside drawer. Some of my former lovers used to say that it hurt like a son of a bitch. So you might want to use that.”

  Hmmm. Interesting. So interesting, in fact, that I was almost compelled to ask him to punish me. But not now. Now was my turn to be in charge.