Her Secret Dom

by Samantha Cote

  “I want you to kiss me, damn you,” she snapped, then nipped him on the chest.

  Jared gave her naked butt a hard tap, and Pam gasped at the stinging reprimand. But instead of protesting, she moved her hands over his torso, caressing his smooth, hard flesh.

  The second whack had a bit more force behind it. A hot arrow of lust shot to her clit as the slap resounded in the room. This time her skin burned—the smack having landed on the same spot as the first. She leaned into Jared’s chest and administered placating kisses over its expanse.

  The third blow was the hardest one yet. Pam bowed her back as his palm landed on the already sore flesh of her left buttock.

  Though that last one had hurt like a mother, she felt more aroused than alarmed as the force behind Jared’s hand had slammed her into his muscled body. Not a bad place to be, especially with his massive erection pressing into her belly—solid proof he was as aroused as she.

  Before Jared could land another swat, though, Pamela sank quickly to her knees. She wrapped her arms around his legs and rubbed her face over the bulge straining against his jeans. When he grabbed a fistful of her hair, she laced her fingers behind her back, rested her cheek against his arousal, and lowered her gaze to the floor. All teasing had ended.

  Pam had no idea what had transpired, but as she knelt at Jared’s feet, she felt a rightness that defied explanation.

  He reached down and sifted his fingers through her hair. “Pamela.”

  Responding to the firm tone, she looked at him.

  His eyes flickered with an emotion she couldn’t place.

  Jared helped Pam to her feet. She stared at him, expectant. Jared lowered his lips and plunged his tongue inside her waiting mouth. He seized the backs of her thighs above her stockings and lifted her.

  Pam twined her arms around his neck, then wound her legs around his waist and pressed her damp mound against his groin.

  He carried her to his immense bed and lowered her with care. He stripped off his jeans, and soon his long, thick penis jutted toward her, its enormous tip as daunting as ever.

  Jared clutched himself in a fist and she watched, enthralled, as he began stroking. “You’re going to take all of me tonight,” he said. “Every hard inch. And you will beg for more, I promise.”

  Pamela shifted onto her elbows, relishing the sight of Jared pleasuring himself. He showed no hesitance in front of her, and his bold confidence caused another curl of arousal to form in her belly.

  She cupped both breasts and lifted them toward him like an offering. Desperate for his touch and no longer anxious, she lay back and spread her legs wide in a timeless invitation.

  JARED NEEDED NO further encouragement. He reached over and grasped Pamela’s ankles, ignoring her surprised gasp when he dragged her to the foot of the bed and positioned her ass at the edge of the mattress. After lifting a dainty foot, he then kissed the side of the instep exposed between the leather straps of her shoes. He slid his tongue over the toes peeking out, watching as a flush of arousal crept across her cheeks. Beautiful.

  “These shoes have been driving me crazy all evening,” he murmured. “I’m going to fuck you all night while these remain on your pretty little feet.” He paused. “You wore them for another man, but by the time I’m done, every time you see them, you will think only of me. Feel only me.”

  “There’s only been you, Jared,” Pam whispered.

  He tucked the backs of her knees into the crooks of his elbows and caressed her stocking-clad thighs. “Yes, but after this weekend you will know what it means to surrender—how to be completely possessed by someone else.”

  With that, he positioned himself at the foot of the bed and placed her legs over his shoulders. Resting his hands on her belly, he admired the dewy lips of her sex, glistening with arousal. Then, breathing in the salty musk of her perfume, he moved in and took a long, slow lick from the puckered star to the swollen bud of her clit. When Pam arched off the bed, he spread his fingers over her lower abdomen and held her still by exerting gentle pressure on her pelvis.

  He trailed his tongue in the creases of her labia, then circled the hard nub peeking out from its hood. Pam wiggled her hips, trying in vain to connect his mouth with the stiff button begging for attention. Jared pressed down on her hips before inserting his tongue into her pussy. He tugged her closer, darting quickly in and out of her smooth channel. Pamela gave a little cry when he paused to lap up her cream.

  After a time, Jared withdrew. Moving up, he placed a sucking kiss on her engorged bud, reveling in her attempts to escape his firm hold. Changing tactics, he stiffened his tongue to a wicked point and waggled it over her clit with rapid strokes. He looked up and saw Pam resting on her forearms, her shallow breaths and the rigid points of her nipples signaling an impending orgasm.

  Jared stopped and stood up. “I want my cock inside you the first time you come with me during sex,” he explained. “Scoot up to the pillows, sweetheart.”

  Pam complied, and he followed. Jared placed one of the pillows under her ass as she lay back, then leaned down to give her a lingering kiss before settling between her thighs. He thumbed her damp opening and then inserted two fingers. She sighed, bending her knees to accommodate him.

  Jared spread her sweet juices over her mons and all the while his blood-engorged prick jerked and seeped precum. Wanting to prepare her for his invasion, he gathered more of her cream and spread it over his shaft.

  Kneeling, he drew her closer, watching her face for any signs of fear. There were none. He placed the head of his penis at her entrance for a moment, then pushed in the tip. Pleasure enveloped him as his flesh disappeared into her snug warmth.

  Pam’s eyes drifted shut, and Jared eased farther inside her welcoming body, undulating his hips slowly. A moan escaped from her and his control almost slipped. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead and chest as the pressure built. Careful. He pumped with slow, shallow movements—entering her a little more each time.

  “Jared.” She gasped, her eyes glazed over and dreamy. “It doesn’t hurt anymore. It feels wonderful.”

  When he nearly pulled out on the upstroke, she reached down to fondle the base of his aching shaft. Jared gritted his teeth as she stroked him with curious fingers.

  “You’re so big,” she said, “and so hard.” She raised her legs a fraction, and he felt the sharp bite of her heels on the backs of his thighs. “More,” she begged, her voice a sweet invitation.

  With a snarl, Jared lunged into her until he was balls-deep. When her velvet walls clasped around his dick, he stilled his hips so to avoid releasing right then. He found the smooth skin of her exposed throat and placated himself by licking and sucking its sweetness. When the crisis subsided, he withdrew almost entirely from her creamy slit, then plunged in to the hilt with a muffled groan.

  At Pam’s cry of pleasure, Jared’s control finally snapped. He drove into her, his entire focus on her giving depths. After locating her G-spot, he watched her eyes roll back into her head as he worked his iron-hard sex over the sensitive tissue again and again. He locked his hands under her knees and spread her legs wider, opening her body to his rough, primal fucking. The wet sounds of sex filled the room.

  “Oh God. Jared…” Pamela’s desperate pleas shot straight to his groin. His testicles tightened and drew up to his body, but he fought off the climax.

  “Come for me, baby,” he muttered. He shifted, angling his thrusts to rub against her distended clit. “I want to feel you come around me.”

  Pam shattered beneath him, her deep moans of gratification bringing him closer to the edge. He pounded into her hot, slick cunt, reveling in the soft pulses squeezing him, pushing him toward his own completion. Soon, he could hold out no longer, and, with a final thrust, he pressed hard against her cushioned mound and filled her pussy with his cum.

  Time passed. Jared stirred as Pam’s breaths fanned his cheek. Rising onto his forearms, he looked into her serene face and kissed her nose. Trembling and spen
t, he rolled off her damp body and gathered her close.

  Before sleep claimed him, he realized there hadn’t been any exchange of words afterward. They needed to talk. Too much had been left unsaid.

  Not now, he thought. But soon.

  Chapter Three

  Jared stared down at the woman in his bed, admiring her curves and glowing skin as she slept. Her thick mane curled across the pillows—its blackness matching the trim landing strip located above the sweet pussy that had been his a short while ago.

  Indeed, she was beautiful. But Pam was much more. Feminine. Strong-willed. Sensitive. Witty.

  And a sexual submissive. Tonight had brought him irrefutable proof.

  He had suspected it early on, but her sexual inexperience had kept him from exploring the possibility and confirming his hunch. Only when she became sexually active could that aspect of her nature truly come to light.

  But after he took her virginity, it was obvious Pam wasn’t ready to go past the basics. Her introduction to sex had been slow and a bit painful despite his best efforts. She’d been interested but much too wary for adventuresome play. Her repressed responses had warned him to back off. All this, in addition to her insecurities, convinced him she needed more time before opening the topic of BDSM.

  He had decided to introduce her to the vanilla side of sensual pleasure first. After that, they could work toward the creative side of sex. If she proved to be a submissive, then and only then would he reveal his true nature.

  But work had disrupted everything. He hadn’t made time for a simple romp, never mind sexual exploration. And his emotional and physical retreat from the relationship hadn’t helped matters.

  Now that he had given her the time and patience she deserved, it had taken little prompting for her submissive traits to surface, the first sign being her inability to maintain eye contact when faced with his Dominant side at the restaurant. Her distress—not only with her own uncharacteristic behavior, but at his displeasure—had been almost palpable.

  Definitely not her usual show of defiance, but an honest regret for disappointing him. Tonight’s events had revealed Pam’s deep-seated yearning to be dominated in the bedroom. Although not a pain slut, she clearly enjoyed the pleasure-pain of the spanks he’d administered—almost as much as he relished giving them.

  But her submissive pose had come as a pleasant surprise. He was fairly certain she knew next to nothing about BDSM, including the various positions learned by submissives. Realizing she’d pushed him with her bratty behavior, she had tried appeasing him with a show of supplication. The way she knelt at his feet had not been a calculated move on her part. That had been sheer instinct.

  And every cell of his being had responded to her sweet submission. His first reaction had been primitive—a sudden unleashing of the animal lust he suppressed whenever she was around. Yet tonight’s experience wasn’t just about physical arousal and release; its unprecedented intensity indicated much more. There were spiritual and emotional components to their lovemaking—as his heart and mind had been fully engaged along with his body.

  Pamela, the ingenue with almost no sexual experience, had given him the fuck of his life. And with vanilla sex to boot. It could only get better when he tied her up and gave her a taste of his special brand of Dominance.

  Pamela had reawakened the Dom in him. Time to return the favor and awaken the submissive in her.

  * * * *

  Pamela opened her eyes and the first thing she noticed was the dimmed lights. Reaching out, she patted the space behind her. Empty.

  She shot up in bed. Jared, seated across the room and tapping away at one of his ever-present electronic devices, looked up.

  “Hi,” she murmured, holding the quilt over her breasts.

  “Hello, gorgeous,” Jared replied. He removed the earpiece and placed the device aside. “How do you feel?”

  Pam felt a blush creep up her neck at the warmth in his eyes. “Oh, I’m just fine.” She tried stretching and almost lost her death grip on the cover. Jared snorted with laughter, but she decided to ignore him. “What time is it?”

  “Just short of midnight. I woke about an hour ago. I figured you’d wake up early too.” Jared rose, his sweatpants riding dangerously low on his lean hips. “Hold on a sec.”

  He disappeared into the bathroom, and Pam heard the sounds of water running. Emerging, he crossed over to the bed, then sat down and kissed her. “I ran a bath halfway after I woke. It shouldn’t take more than a few minutes for the tub to fill.” He looked down at the quilt, and she watched as his restless fingers plucked at a thread dangling from the edge.

  “Okay,” she replied. “Jared?”

  He looked up with an abstracted air. “Yes, Pam?”

  “You seem a little preoccupied.” She frowned, trying to find the right words. “Like you have something important on your mind.”

  Jared nodded. “I do, but it can wait. Bath first.”

  Pam nodded back. “All right…but Jared?”

  “Yes?”

  “Do you still like me?” She waited, a knot forming in her stomach.

  Jared drew back a little, looking astonished. “Of course I still like you. What kind of question is that?”

  She gave a nervous shrug. “I don’t know. I just kinda thought…” Her voice trailed away.

  He reached over and caressed her bare shoulder before he answered. “If anything, I like you now more than ever. Scout’s honor.” He held up his hand in a solemn pledge.

  Pam offered him a small smile. “Me too.”

  Jared snatched the covers from her and tossed them aside, fully exposing her naked body. Pamela gave a small shriek and tried pulling them back, laughing when Jared blocked her efforts. He seized both wrists, then held her arms to her sides and mounted her. No amount of struggling could dislodge him, so she tried using her legs. But Jared was ready, and in no time, he had captured them between his own. Soon, both wrists were manacled in one of his hands and held over her head.

  It had taken him fifteen seconds to immobilize her. How humiliating. Knowing she faced superior strength, she adopted cunning. “Big deal, soldier boy. The only thing you’ve proven is you’re capable of winning a wrestling match with a woman half your size. An incredible feat. You win.”

  His eyes lit up. “I know. And man, does it feel good.”

  Fucker. She tried eliciting pity. “I feel like I’m stretched on a medieval rack, Jared,” she said with a whimper. “It’s uncomfortable.”

  Jared grinned down at her. “Liar. Tell that to your traitorous nipples.”

  Pamela lifted her head and glanced down at her chest. Hello. The suckers stood at full attention.

  She dropped back and sighed. “It’s kind of chilly in here, Marlowe. Getting frugal with the heat?”

  He chuckled. “Nice try, sweet pea.” He gave each breast a fond peck before standing up. “Let’s go before there’s a flood.”

  Jared led her into the bathroom, and Pam forced herself to forget her nudity. He turned off the tap, then stripped off his sweatpants before removing her shoes and stockings. After climbing into the tub, he settled back into the warm water. When she joined him, he wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her against his chest.

  After they relaxed a bit, Jared bathed her. Thoroughly. Pamela felt alternately embarrassed and aroused as he washed every inch of her body with bare hands. Even as his fingers slid between the lips of her pussy, she let him perform this act of deep intimacy without a murmur, sensing its importance to him. After he finished shampooing her hair, she returned the favor—enjoying the feel of his big, muscular body under her soapy fingers.

  Pam was pleased when he let her wear one of his T-shirts. She considered protesting when Jared instructed her to put back on the heels, but his tone of voice and the firm set of his jaw forbade any disobedience.

  Jared directed her into the kitchen. After offering her a diet soda, he opened a beer for himself. They sipped in companionable silence for a
moment; then, grabbing her hand, he steered her toward the rear of the apartment.

  She recognized the room they entered, with its paneled walls, black-sheeted bed, and luxuriant carpeting. Although well-appointed like the rest of his place, it seemed less inviting. “It’s a nice space,” she complimented. “I never asked. What do you use it for? Guests?”

  He turned to her. “It’s soundproof, so it serves many purposes,” he said vaguely. Letting go of her hand, he walked over to a padded leather chair and sat. “I think it’s the perfect place for us to resolve some of our issues.”

  “What do you mean?”

  At his gesture, she handed him her half-finished soda. Jared settled back and placed their drinks on a nearby surface. “I have to admit that I have a tendency to be overprotective when it comes to you. That’s one of the reasons why we’ve had so much trouble communicating. I’m always so busy trying to shield you that…” He sighed and shook his head. “From now on, I’m going to be more direct with you. Even if what I’m sharing might upset you. I’ll make this brief.”

  A thrill ran up her spine. What was Jared getting at? It had to be important, judging by the tight set of his lips and the tension in his shoulders. “Talk to me, Jared. I’m getting nervous.”

  Jared sat up straight in the chair, thighs spread slightly apart. Something in his bearing made her shiver.

  “Come here, my pet,” he instructed.

  “Pet?” she snapped, her hackles rising at his bossy tone and the nickname. “What if I don’t feel like obeying?”

  “Pamela.” The steel had crept into his voice, setting her nerves on edge.

  “Not until you tell me why,” she hedged.

  Jared’s eyes narrowed. He patted his thigh.

  She reeled back. “What the hell do you want? A goddamn lap dance?”

  His face darkened. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

  As if they had a will of their own, Pamela’s legs moved forward. Then, realizing what she was doing, she stopped a few feet short of him. No way was she going to submit to his demands.