A Dom to Love, Honor, and Obey [Masters of Submission 7] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Jan Bowles

“Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir. Whatever you say, Sir.” This beautiful, controlling man wished to see her naked, and that made her feel so very good. Andrea took a deep breath, still finding it impossible to quell the sexual tremors that pulsed through her body. Then, with her eyes focused solely on the magnificent dominant that stood mere inches from her, she slowly slid her panties down her thighs before removing them completely.

  There was silence then. It seemed to last forever, but in reality was probably less than thirty seconds. He hadn’t given her any reason to doubt her femininity. Quite the opposite in fact, but five years was a long time for a woman to be out of circulation, and the longer he remained silent, the more the embers of self-doubt crept back into her mind.

  Finally he broke the deafening silence. “Whatever happens in the future, princess. I want you to know that right here, in this bedroom, I’m looking at the most exquisite vision of femininity that the Good Lord has ever created.”

  Andrea felt pure relief as the breath hissed from her throat. He liked her. No strike that, he simply adored the way she looked, and the self-doubt about her physical appearance at the age of thirty-two was now banished from her mind forever.

  Zack assertively raised her chin with an index finger, forcing her to stare up into his all-knowing eyes. “We’re going to play a little game together now, Andrea. A game you’ll like.”

  “Will I, Sir?”

  “Uh-huh, you will indeed. It’s a game where I make all the rules, which as your dominant, I can change at will should I see fit.”

  “Yes, Sir. I understand.”

  Male dominance came in many forms, some Doms were brutal to the point of abuse, and she was old enough and wise enough to steer well clear of these destructive men. They were nothing but trouble, and only attracted emotionally scarred women with personal issues of their own. Andrea had heard stories of submissives being beaten black and blue by their so-called Masters. Sometimes brutalized enough to need hospitalization for broken bones. She’d even heard of one submissive almost losing an eye.

  Andrea needed a dominant man, always had, but she didn’t want an abuser, because to her way of thinking these men were no more than sick individuals who had infiltrated the genuine, consensual D/s scene, poisoning it with their warped ideas and values.

  As Zack towered over her, his breathing fast and heavy, she knew he was a powerful and assertive man, a guy who wouldn’t hesitate to discipline her ass or any other part of her body should it be required. But she also knew from the look in those steely gray eyes that her new dominant was no abuser of women.

  He gently stroked both hands down her cheeks, his fingertips finally meeting beneath her chin. “The rules of the game are this, princess. I will intimately caress every part of your beautiful womanly body, but however pleasurable you find my touch, under no circumstances are you allowed to move a muscle. Do you understand?

  “Not. A. Single. Muscle.”

  “I understand, Sir, but—”

  “But what?”

  “But if you touch me in certain places, I just know I won’t be able to remain still, no matter how much I want to.”

  “I think you’ll find that’s your problem, not mine, my sub. You’ll just have to draw on your reserves of self-control. Is that too much to ask?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Needless to say, every forbidden twitch, jolt, or movement of any sort will have a consequence.”

  Chapter Four

  “Consequence, Sir?”

  “But of course, princess. Actions have consequences. Surely you know that by now? Each movement of your silken body, however small or insignificant, will accumulate discipline points, which I can cash in at a time of my choosing.”

  “A time of your choosing, Sir? Does that mean any time you want?”

  “Yes.” A wry smile lifted the corners of those sensuous lips, causing her pussy to clench with desire. “I may decide to discipline you when you’re making lunch for me in the kitchen. Or, I may be minded to discipline you in front of an excitable crowd of voyeurs at Club Submission. The choice will be mine and mine alone, and as my submissive, you will have absolutely no say in the matter. Understand?”

  “Yes, I fully understand, Sir.”

  Apart from caressing her face with his hands, the sexy bastard hadn’t laid a finger on her yet, but she already found it difficult to stand still. Just the way he looked at her made her want to rub her thighs together to quell the gnawing ache that was building deep inside her sex. Truth be known, she knew she didn’t have a chance in hell of remaining still once his probing fingers explored the wetness between her legs. Similarly, as soon as his sensuous lips closed over her engorged nipples, she’d find it all but impossible to remain motionless like he demanded.

  Her heart swelled with excitement and a sizeable chunk of joy. That was the great thing about being a sub, she was going to lose and win at the same time, because she was fully aware that she would enjoy Zack’s touch immensely, possibly even to the point of a knee trembling climax. Equally, she would enjoy his discipline, which she knew would be metered out to her in no uncertain terms at a time of his choosing.

  Bring it on.

  She was looking forward to her time as Zack’s new submissive however long it lasted.

  The wry smile on his beautiful masculine features was a constant as his hands swept effortlessly across her shoulders, taking in the back of her neck en route.

  Don’t move, girl. But I want to move. It gives me pleasure.

  With his eyes still focused intently on her, his feathery touch then drifted down her bare arms before finally tapering off over her fingers.

  Don’t move, Andrea. Just don’t move.

  He’s in charge.

  Good, because I like it that way.

  “So far, so good, my sub. You’re exhibiting impressive restraint.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  Her initial triumph didn’t last long, because when his fingers traced a line between her breasts, she twitched for the first time.

  His smile broadened. “One discipline point.”

  When he knelt down and tenderly kissed the underside of her breasts, she twitched again, causing him to tut-tut dismissively. “And after such a promising start, too.”

  “Sorry, Sir.”

  He was in the ascendancy, while she amassed discipline points like there was no tomorrow. Large, masculine hands pushed her breasts together and he feverishly sucked her nipples in turn, pulling each nub taut before eventually releasing it, leaving just a single trail of saliva linking the two aroused peaks. Such was the exquisite pleasure he gifted her, she lost count of how many times her body twitched and jerked beneath his sensual touch.

  Why should I care? This is a win-win situation for me.

  Still in a kneeling position, he cupped her buttocks hard, pulling her toward him before swirling his tongue inside her belly button. He was clearly enjoying himself as was she, and Andrea longed to run her fingers through his jet-black locks as he worshipped her body. However, she knew such overt disobedience was against the rules, so difficult as it was, she forced her arms to hang limp at her sides, savoring the total dominance Zack exerted over her.

  When his index finger drifted between her feminine folds, she twitched repeatedly, not caring how many discipline points it cost her, her knees threatening to buckle with the exquisite pleasure.

  “Oh, Zack.”

  “Shhh. Did I give you permission to speak?” His voice was deep and authoritative, turning her on even more.

  “No, Sir, I’m sorry.”

  “Add ten extra discipline points to your total, my sub. By my calculations, you’re getting perilously close to three figures already.”

  “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

  With a mischievous smile to his perfect face, he stared up into her eyes as his insistent finger probed deeper. This time spreading her wet folds wide enough to contact her clit.

  “Oh, God. Oh, my God. Please.”

 
; “More talking, more movement, means more discipline points, my sub.”

  The tip of his finger circled her engorged clit, bringing her almost indescribable pleasure. “I don’t care. I don’t give a damn.”

  She watched his beautiful smile broaden as he continued to pleasure the most intimate part of her body.

  “Aroused so quickly, princess. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

  “Oh, God, yes. Too long.”

  “If that’s the case, the outcome will be explosive.”

  “Oh, God. Dear God.” Her breathing was fast and heavy. “Oh, God, please don’t tease me, Sir.”

  “You’re right there, aren’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Right on the very edge”

  “The very edge, Sir. Yes.” She’d tried her best to be an obedient sub, but she just couldn’t help herself, and throwing caution to the winds, and breaking every rule in the book, she fisted her hands into his beautiful jet-black hair and pulled—hard.

  She couldn’t mistake his sharp intake of breath, but the pain did nothing to detract him from the task of pleasuring her. In fact, her disobedient actions obviously turned him on, because the circular movements of his finger against her engorged blood filled clit increased, causing joy bringing endorphins to pop, fizzle and explode in her brain as she started to come apart.

  “Zack. Goddamn you, Zack.”

  “You will call me Sir at all times.” His dominant, uncompromising demeanor only increased the power of her climax, the steady trickle of pleasure becoming a torrent as the dam finally broke, releasing feelings of pure euphoria and well-being as her clitoris vibrated against his ecstasy giving touch.

  “God…God…oh, dear…God.” Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and she briefly feared they wouldn’t take her weight, as she came and came again. With her head thrown back and her lips parted, she fisted her hands into his jet-black hair like a crazed banshee.

  So powerful was Andrea’s first sexual release in five years that it was almost a relief when it finally subsided, and as her composure slowly returned she looked down at the beautiful smiling man still kneeling at her feet, his hand now motionless between her legs.

  Still fighting to regain her breath, she submissively whimpered, “I’m sorry, I know I failed the test, Sir, but how many discipline points did I get?”

  “Too many to count, princess.” He took his hand from her soaking folds, and she clearly saw her sexual arousal glistening on his index finger. He carefully studied it for a moment or two. “Mmm, it would be a shame to waste this.” With those sexily uttered words, she watched spellbound as he sucked her feminine juices from his finger, making a point of showing her just how must he enjoyed the way she tasted. “You do not disappoint me, my sub, because you taste divine.”

  Just watching Zack perform this most intimate of sexual acts made her feel wonderful, like a million dollar babe, or should that be a billion dollar babe. Every girl on the planet deserved to feel adored and wanted, and she was no different.

  Her first experience of sex with Zack was an eye opener. The man just exuded charisma from every pore in his powerful body. Enough to make a girl go wet between her legs without even being touched. It was those eyes that did it. Their steely gray color came with a determination that told her that Zack was a man who always got what he wanted, and wouldn’t quit until he reached his goal. Staring into those silver grays once more, she guessed he didn’t know the meaning of the word quit.

  “Do you have something to say, my sub?”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “You’re welcome, but I’m not quite finished yet.” Without warning, he took hold of her ankle, lifting her right leg from the floor before draping it over his impressive bicep, causing her to rest her hands on his broad shoulders in an effort to steady herself.

  She wasn’t a child, she was a thirty-two year old woman, and therefore knew exactly what was coming next. “Oh, Sir, you’re too kind to this disobedient sub.”

  “I am. Sometimes I’m far too benevolent for my own good.”

  Andrea closed her eyes the very same moment the tip of his tongue drifted along the length of her sodden slit, and when Zack delicately retracted her clitoral hood and teased her sensitive nub with that same wonderful tongue, she started to come apart all over again.

  “Sir, oh, Sir.”

  As his tongue caressed her clit with the gentlest of movements, her thoughts seemed to drift away on a never-ending plateau of sexual delight. She visualized Zack laying his powerful, naked body over hers, and then like a wild animal, relentlessly thrusting his huge ridged prick deep inside her. Such wonton, carnal thoughts made her climax again and then again, each orgasm proving longer and more powerful than the last. Such was the well-being and pure happiness she felt, Andrea couldn’t help but force her aroused pussy against his beautiful face.

  “Sir, oh, Sir, you bastard, Sir. You make this slave feel more alive than she has any right to.” She surprised herself with the words that tumbled effortlessly from her lips as that wonderful tongue pleasured her up to and beyond the point of ecstasy once more.

  When he finally took his head from between her legs before placing her foot back on the carpet, Andrea felt a mixture of relief and disappointment. Disappointment that he’d stopped pleasuring her, but also a sense of relief, too. Well, a girl can have too much of a good thing, can’t she? Even with both feet now firmly planted on the floor, her legs continued to tremble violently.

  She shook her head, finding it hard to quantify what had just happened. “Christ, Zack, I’ve…I’ve…I don’t know how you’ve done it, but I’ve never had a man make me feel so good.”

  “Never? That’s some compliment.”

  She spoke the gospel truth. Joe had been a magician when it came to sex, conjuring up all manner of marvelous feelings and experiences, but even he, for all his many attributes, had never once made her feel the way Zack just had.

  She held out her hands in front of her, and studied them intently. “Goddamn it, I can’t stop shaking.”

  That wry smile creased the corner of his perfect mouth again, deepening the dimples in his cheeks. Andrea knew she bolstered his ego, just like a good sub should.

  “It’ll pass, princess. It’s just adrenaline, that’s all.”

  “Well, whatever it is, you’ve made me feel as weak as a newborn kitten.”

  “Newborn kitten, huh? Yeah, I like that analogy.” He checked his watch. “I was hoping we’d have time to christen the bed as well, but sadly that’s not gonna be possible now. I have an important business appointment in less than an hour, on the other side of the Charles River.”

  In a way, she was glad that Zack wasn’t about to fuck her senseless on that huge inviting bed, because when they had sex for the first time, she wanted it to be as special as she now knew it would be. She wanted it to last forever.

  “Look at me, Zack. I can’t believe I’m standing here totally naked, in a wonderful house that I could never afford, and with a man I barely know.”

  He tenderly trailed the back of his fingers down her cheek. “We know each other a little better now, Andrea. Next time, we’ll learn even more about one another.”

  Next time? She liked the idea that Zack found her attractive enough to want a next time, because she wanted a next time with Zack more than just about anything else in the world. Any woman would.

  He suddenly pressed a finger to her lips. “Shhh, quiet, don’t speak.”

  “Why, what is it, Zack?” she whispered. “What can you hear?”

  “The realtor. He’s coming up the stairs.”

  If she’d thought her adrenaline levels were slowly starting to abate, she was wrong, because a fresh supply suddenly flooded her body, making every nerve ending tingle with a fight or flight response.

  “Goddamn, tell me you’re kidding me, Zack. Please. Where are my fucking clothes?” In a panic, she spun around, grabbing hold of any item of clothing she could, dropping more than sh
e picked up in her haste to get dressed. “Zack, for God’s sake help me out here. Stall the guy, don’t let him in, and stop smiling. This isn’t funny. Leastways not for me.” Her anxiety not to be caught bare-ass naked by the realtor, seemed to amuse Zack immensely, much to her annoyance.

  As she struggled with her blouse, her eyes widened with sheer terror as she saw the twin handles on the magnificent double doors to the bedroom start to turn. “Mr. Marshall, are you in there? Is there any more information you require about the house? I don’t wish to hurry you, sir, but I have other prospective purchasers who wish to view the property today. They’re due to arrive in ten minutes time.”

  Zack stopped the doors from opening by placing strong hands on the twin handles. “Cancel them, Mr. Johnson.”

  Seizing her opportunity, Andrea hurriedly finished dressing herself, stuffing her bra and panties in her purse in an effort to save time. Goddamn it, how the hell had she allowed this whole situation to develop?

  However, now dressed, and with her dignity partially restored, she was more willing to see the funny side of things, a smile forming on her lips. She knew one thing for certain, her new relationship with Zack Marshall would never be dull or predictable.

  “I–er…I–er can’t seem to open the door, Mr. Marshall. It seems to be stuck.”

  Andrea guessed that the realtor was pretty clued up as to what went on in vacant properties, and she doubted that she and Zack were the first people he’d caught taking advantage of an empty bedroom.

  “Er…Mr. Marshall, I can give you and the lady five more minutes, but then I’ll need to be ready for the next people. They’ll be arriving any minute now.”

  Zack suddenly swung the door wide open, causing the curious real estate broker to almost fall headlong into the room.

  “Like I say, Mr. Johnson, cancel them. Tell them the property is now sold.”

  Mr. Johnson looked a little shell-shocked. “Sold, sir? Well, if I may say so, Mr. Marshall, you’re clearly not a man who allows the grass to grow under his feet.” He then coughed self-consciously. “Er…you are of course aware of the price tag attached to this desirable property, sir?”