Becoming His Little One

by Isabella Olivia Ellis

  Evernight Publishing

  www.evernightpublishing.com

  Copyright© 2013 Isabella Olivia Ellis

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-311-8

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Melissa Hosack

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  To the maelstrom of inspiration.

  BECOMING HIS LITTLE ONE

  Romance on the Go

  Isabella Olivia Ellis

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter One

  It wasn’t even noon yet on the West coast, but Carolyn Mills had already finished shopping in Paris, Milan, and London. In Other Existence, OE for short, it took mere seconds to hop from one country to another. Her virtual closet was bursting at its proverbial seams. The American dollar also went a lot further than it typically did in Europe. Ten dollars could buy a member one hundred OE coins, and few regular items cost more than ten coins. Houses, décor, cars and the like all cost more, of course. A person could even run their own business in this other world. In fact, Carolyn had a tidy little sum coming in monthly from the hairstyles she designed for other users.

  Carolyn was aware that her friends and co-workers, which were pretty much the same thing in her real life, thought she was a little nutty for putting actual money into an online game. Unable to put into words how her fantasy life in Other Existence made her feel, she just let them snicker behind her back or sometimes in front of her face. The only person who made any effort to understand Carolyn’s internet hobby was Amy, her best friend and fellow Science teacher at PacificaPerfectaMiddle School.

  Oddly enough, her failing marriage was what gave Carolyn reason to try Other Existence. After Bill, her now ex-husband, had admitted to having met his mistress in the game, Carolyn had no idea how that was possible. How did a person connect with another in such a manner in a video game? In her mind, all men did in games was shoot each other in past battleground settings. So, she had pulled up the website, downloaded whatever it told her she needed in order to play, and then discovered the surprising alternate universe that was Other Existence.

  In cold hard reality, Carolyn was a plain woman living a plain life. Thirty-five years old and recently divorced, she was the mother to one needy cat named Scribble. She had a curly crop of medium-length auburn hair and serious gray-blue eyes that well suited her job as a middle school teacher. Her figure, which danced the fine line between average and rubenesque when she wasn’t careful with ice cream and exercise, had turned few heads in her lifetime. But in Other Existence, she could be whatever she wanted. And what Carolyn wanted was to be a leggy brunette named Caro2512 with perky breasts, a pink convertible, and a wild side. In truth, Caro2512’s wild side was comprised of Carolyn’s naughtiest fantasies. Fantasies that had never come to light, let alone been explored. While it turned out that Bill had some rather risqué fetishes of his own, he had saved them for his girlfriend. Sex between him and Carolyn was as vanilla as could be for the six years they were married.

  So now, for Carolyn, there was the username Caro2512 and Other Existence’s extensive selection of role-playing venues. Her favorite place was a virtual BDSM bar named The Flogger’s Flat or, as the regulars called it, the Flog. It was specifically geared towards people who lived in Southern California. Caro2512 had met many an interesting character at the good old Flog, but none as enthralling as a user with the name Lou44. Lou44 was a tall, broad-shouldered son of a gun with dark brown hair and eyes. He preferred well-fitted jeans, cowboy boots, and flannel shirts that seemed to be worn as thin as paper.

  The two had met on an uneventful Thursday night, each milling around the bar of the Flog until a private message screen popped up in front of his avatar. “Hello,” it said. “First time at the Flog?”

  Carolyn smiled at the lame line, but Caro2512 coolly replied, “It’s not my first time at anything.”

  This, of course, wasn’t true. There were a lot of things Carolyn hadn’t done. However, if this was fantasy, she was going to be who she wanted. And she certainly didn’t want to be plain old Carolyn in Other Existence. She didn’t even want to be plain old Carolyn in reality. She bet that no one would, unless they had a sensible slacks and seasonal sweaters fetish. Though, to be fair to herself, those things were sort of par for the course with her career choice. Carolyn didn’t know any other teachers who didn’t have at least two snowman sweaters and matching earrings. It’s for the kids, damn it.

  “The lady has a tongue on her,” said Lou44, walking over to stand next to Caro2512, who was wearing a denim micro-mini skirt and fitted halter top that the real Carolyn would have been embarrassed to try on in the store. Not that she even would have known in which stores she could have purchased said items.

  “Does the gentlemen?” It was her attempt at a saucy reply.

  That night, the two of them talked for three hours. That wasn’t unusual for an OE conversation, but their topics certainly were. Typically, desires and fantasies were the main focus of chats at the Flog- for good reason- but that first night Lou44 and Caro2512 mostly talked about their realities. Carolyn shared her frustrations with her science lesson plans and he told her about the bookcase he was building from pieces of a dilapidated barn. She even described her real features to him. Eventually, in the course of the hours long conversation, they did wind up discussing their erotic fancies.

  In a private booth in the rear of the Flog, Lou44’s avatar scooted close to Caro2512 and asked, “Be honest. What brings you to a place like the Flog?”

  Carolyn’s fingers hovered above her keyboard. What to say? After starting and erasing several sentences, she finally just replied, “Curiosity.”

  “Took you ten minutes to type that one word, eh?” he asked, adding a winking emoticon to show he was just teasing her. Then, he added, “Are you curious about being the dom or the sub?”

  This time, Carolyn didn’t need time to think of her reply. With quick taps of her fingers, the words The submissive appeared in her chat box.

  Lou44’s avatar grinned, a cheesy affair that anyone who used Other Existence had to get used to. He said, “Looks like we could make a good match. I’m a dominant. Though, I’ve only been in one relationship in the lifestyle. What about you?”

  Carolyn wasn’t sure what to say. She hadn’t been in many relationships, let alone any that would fall under the label of a lifestyle. And certainly not BDSM. “A lady doesn’t whip and tell. Or, rather, get whipped and tell, I suppose.” She typed back.

  There was a pause from Lou44 and Carolyn wondered if she had said the wrong thing. His avatar sat frozen for a moment.

  “If I had to venture a guess, Caro2512,” he began, “I would imagine you are a virgin. In the BDSM sense of the word. You’ve always been vanilla, and you’re here because you are hungry for something with a little more flavor. Tell me if I’m hot. On the subject, that is.”

  Her face, her real one, flushed with heat. This guy had her pinned. Was that what all doms were like? Is that how they operated? Maybe a dom and a sub somehow automatically understand one another.

  While she tried to come up with a good reply, he messaged again. “Don’t be afraid, little one. Tell me what your wants are.”

  Sitting up a little straighter, Carolyn once more found hers
elf at a loss for words. And then, after a moment of further indecision, her fingers began flying. They didn’t stop, aside from brief pauses to read his replies, for the next few hours.

  After he signed off and his avatar disappeared, Carolyn exited out of Other Existence and pulled up a browser window. Something about their conversation stuck out to her; Lou44 had kept calling her “little one”. It didn’t quite make sense to her. Neither the physical Carolyn nor her avatar could be considered little. Not that he had even seen a photo of her to begin with. She typed the phrase into a search engine and was rewarded with over forty-five million results in less than a second. However, the first few pages were all random things that couldn’t possibly be related like children’s shops and songs, mostly. So next she tried “little one” with “BDSM”. This provided her much more relevant results. Carolyn clicked through to several websites-while hoping that no one ever had cause to search her browsing history-and read up on the subject.

  From what she surmised from the information, a dominant called his submissive “little one”. It was common in master and slave play.

  Later that evening in the darkness of her bedroom, Carolyn allowed her hand to trail along her body, past her breasts, and down under her shabby chic comforter. There her fingers played along the edge of her panties while she thought about what Lou44 had shared. She moved her other hand to her neck and imagined a collar there. What would it be like to willingly give yourself to one man in a relationship like that? What causes a person to have such a strong draw to find out?

  Her mind focused on the part in his story about his submissive allowing him to use her body for his pleasure, for his release. Was it possible to gain pleasure in such a way, letting your body be used like a toy? Regardless of the plain fact that Carolyn indeed did not know, these thoughts caused her pussy to ache with longing. Her fingers began to rub small circles against her clitoris, occasionally giving a gentle tap to change up the pace. Each time she did this it felt as though it brought more blood rushing to that most sensitive part of her, and subsequently, brought her closer to orgasm. Within a few minutes, she found herself tensing her entire body and the hand at her neck had moved down to caress her own breasts and pluck gently at their hardened nipples through the thin cloth of her nightie. She slipped her fingers under the band of her panties, past her clit, and to her well moistened hole. Pushing one finger in and arching her hips up to meet her own hand, Carolyn let out a little shriek. It was as though it had been ages since she touched herself, but it couldn’t have been more than a couple weeks. She slipped another finger in and the two slipped easily in and out as she pumped her hand against herself. Each plunge of her fingers lubricated her further, and she abandoned herself to the rising within her. With a final squeeze of her thighs, she hit her peak and thrashed her head to one side, breathing heavily into her pillow. After a minute, she straightened up her clothes, curled up on her stomach, and drifted away to the warm thoughts of Lou44 still circling her mind.

  Chapter Two

  Carolyn looked out over her classroom and glanced at the clock again. Twenty more minutes left for the exam and an hour left in the school day. The squeaking of thirty pencils and erasers working feverishly began to grate on her nerves. Usually, she enjoyed the intensity with which her students could attack tests, but today she needed a distraction.

  A vibration came from her desk, so she slid open the drawer and discreetly pulled her cell phone out. She smiled as she scrolled through to find a new text message from Dave. Following nearly three months of talking almost every night, they had shared their real names. His username turned out to be a combination of his occupation as a lieutenant colonel in the Air Force and his age, which was forty-four.

  Carolyn admitted that the numbers at the end of her own screen name came from her very first phone number, which seemed a million years in the past. It also came up in conversation that he lived in a suburb on the Westside of Los Angeles, and she admitted she was south of him, in OrangeCounty.

  The night before, he had emailed her an erotic short he had written based on a previous relationship. A lot of the stuff mentioned Carolyn had ended up needing to Google, like panic snaps, but it didn’t distract from how hot it had made her. In fact, just recalling the tantalizing tale was beginning to make her panties damp.

  Dave’s text read, “Hope you’re not going to chicken out on our meeting tonight, little one.”

  Blushing at his nickname for her, she surreptitiously typed back, “I would never leave you hanging.”

  An instant later, another message came through from him. “Good to know. I like that. I’ve been thinking about seeing you all day.”

  That evening, she took the ramp onto the 5 North toward Los Angeles with butterflies in her stomach. Their talks over the past several weeks had been wonderful. They delved into their respective lives and grazed along their deepest desires, even occasionally plunged into the fleshy meat of their fantasies. Though hesitant, Carolyn had even described her divorce and Bill's affair. In return, Dave shared the details of his own previous marriage several years ago. His former wife was named Lara, a woman who cared more for status and wealth than her relationship. As she sped through the many miles between LA and OrangeCounty, Carolyn mused on how wistful Dave had seemed when he admitted his disappointment in his inability to save his marriage. She had enjoyed the glimpse of a softer side to the dominant man she had come to know.

  After following her GPS's directions and turning her car down Dave's street, Carolyn parked and rubbed her hands against the steering wheel, squeezing the decorative floral cover under her fingers nervously. She ducked her head and leaned towards the passenger side window to get a better view of his front porch.

  It was as it appeared from her online maps search, a white, split-level home with a neat yard. Obviously well cared for, it was what one would expect from a military officer. You are a total idiot, she told herself. How many public service announcements about stranger danger are you ignoring right now? You’re an afterschool special waiting to happen, woman! If one of her friends was doing exactly what she was at this moment, Carolyn would have tried to stage some sort of an intervention. But here she was, about to meet a total stranger in his own home. And not only that, she was wearing a form fitting sweater dress that hit several inches above her knee. Sure, not exactly Pamela Anderson sexy, but perhaps Caro2512 was coming to life just a little bit?

  She shot a quick text to her friend, Amy that said, “Remember the code phrases tonight.” It was something they had come up with after Amy began online dating. If Amy sent a text saying “the rain in Spain”, it meant she was having a wonderful time. However, if she sent “fear and loathing”, then her date was utterly horrible and she needed Carolyn to call her with a fake emergency.

  This would be the first time that Carolyn would be implementing the plan, though she had saved Amy with pretend car issues at least three times. While she hoped that the evening would be all she had imagined over the past several months, and that Dave would be everything he had said he was, a girl still needed a back-up plan. A smart girl, at least. Though, what part of meeting someone for the first time in their home is smart? Shut up, you’ve searched his name a hundred times and everything added up. Quit trying to talk yourself out of a new experience.

  With that encouraging thought, Carolyn forced herself to open the door of her compact sedan and stepped out into the chilly night air. As she stepped up his walkway, the heels of her fuck me pumps -the only ones of that sort she owned- clicked purposefully. With care, she ascended the steps and rang the doorbell. It was a neat little chime, not the typical ding dong, but no annoying jingle either.

  The sound of footsteps on hardwood came a few seconds later and the door swung open. Dave stood a good five or six inches taller than Carolyn’s own five-foot-five frame, and he looked like he had raided his avatar’s closet. Work boots, faded jeans, and a flannel button-down that she wanted to rub her cheek against. His rugged face w
ore a friendly expression and had stubble along the jaw.

  Grinning at her in a much more attractive way than his online persona, Dave held open his arms. “Come here,” he said, pulling her into a warm hug.

  In his arms, Carolyn could smell a manly, woodsy scent and didn’t want to let go. She was more than pleased with how he looked in the flesh, but couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same. Dave was essentially Lou44 come to life, while she was, to her own occasional dismay, nowhere near Caro2512.

  Chapter Three

  He stepped aside and let Carolyn into his entryway, then led her to the living room. Directing her to have a seat on the sofa, Dave sauntered confidently towards the open kitchen. “Beer? Wine? Water?” he called with his head in the fridge. “Your choice, beautiful.”

  Trying to stifle her delighted smile at being called beautiful, she said, “Uh, beer is fine. Whatever you have.”

  He returned with two bottles of pale ale, set his down on the coffee table, cracked hers open, and then handed the bottle to her.

  Timidly, she reached for it and said, "Thank you."

  "Shall I put a movie in? Perhaps the one we discussed last week?" Dave asked, not taking a seat yet.

  The movie in question was a film about an office worker who found herself happily submitting to her dominant boss's wants and needs. It was a dark romance that she had seen many times, but found herself loving more with each viewing. Carolyn nodded. "Sounds wonderful."

  Crouching beside his television cabinet, Dave rifled through a drawer of DVDs until he found the one in question, popped it into the player, and pressed the appropriate buttons until the movie began to roll. Then, he took a seat directly beside Carolyn, their thighs pressing warmly against each other.