A Dom for Christmas

by Raven McAllan

“Okay, I was nosy, because the outside door was locked. Yeah, I guessed that’s a hint, but the door from your bedroom wasn’t, so I sort of pushed it and well…” She giggled nervously. “So sue me.”

  “Turn around.”

  “Pardon?” What was he thinking? Angie accepted she wasn’t nervous or scared. Rather she was excited, aroused and wet. Her chemise stuck to her pussy as her arousal grew, and she’d bet there was a big damp stain on the fine lawn. She started to push the material away from her body, but Cam took hold of her hand.

  “I said turn around.” His tone gave no leeway for an argument.

  Not that Angie had any intention of arguing. Her body was heavy with passion, and her clit clenched as her pussy muscles tensed and released. She’d once likened those tugs and pulls to a clit dancing the samba, and she reckoned that was about right.

  “Yes, Sir.” She did as he asked and found herself facing the wall bars. This close she could see that they could be released from their moorings and moved around the room. The gap between two of them was narrower than the rest, and it looked like the whole apparatus could be angled. What was in his mind? Her nipples tightened at the thought of just what might be about to happen.

  “Grasp the one above your head. By the curved pegs.”

  Angie didn’t even think of what she was asked to do. She reached up and caught hold of the two protruding pieces of polished wood and curled her hands round them. Her breasts were now fitted tightly between the narrowest gap, and her pussy and clit between a larger one.

  “Good girl.” He stood to one side of her and fastened each hand to their respective pegs. “I trust that now you’re fully recovered from your injury?” he asked in a conversational voice. “As you had no problems in finding our special room.” He put his foot against one of her ankles and tapped it. “Move your leg onto the post.” She complied instantly. “Good girl. Now the other one.”

  “Perfect.” He knelt and fastened her ankles in a similar manner to her hands.

  Angie realized her feet were no longer on the floor but resting on a thin, raised shelf of wood.

  “I had intended to go slowly,” Cam said. He ran his hand up her leg and stroked the entrance to her channel. “But it seems I needn’t have worried. You’re oh so wet for me aren’t you, lady-mine? Ready for whatever I decide. Wondering how I’m going to punish you for not doing as I said. Thinking what we had agreed on, and whether you can say you’d forgotten. But you know deep down, that even if you don’t remember everything in its entirety, you are mine. Our relationship is one where I am dominant, and one you accept and enjoy. Am I wrong?” He pushed two fingers inside her.

  Angie moaned as she clenched her muscles around those questing digits.

  He laughed. “You will not come, lady-mine, until I say so. You know that. Now, am I wrong?”

  She sighed. “No, dammit.”

  His fingers left her channel so fast, she didn’t have time to really register the fact before he pinched her clit. The pain filled her, but in such a way that it wasn’t really pain. More a heat that swept through her and left her panting.

  “Pardon? Angelina, you are treading on dangerous ground here.” He moved away from her and the next thing she knew, the bars were swung around so she now faced the middle of the room with several feet of space between her and the wall. Cam pressed something and shook the bars. They held firm.

  “I know I have said I won’t spank you. However, that doesn’t mean I won’t use a flogger.” He tested her bindings. “And I think perhaps we might need this.” With a grin she could only describe as wicked, he produced a velvet mask, something like she’d wear at a masquerade, but with no eyeholes. “Do you remember how we both know you’re happy with what we’re doing?”

  Angie swallowed. She did with the other Cam, but here and now? “I’m guessing we have a safe word, a word I use to say I need you to stop for whatever reason, but I’m sorry, Sir, I have no idea what we use.” She hoped that sounded correct. “I trust you, however, to know me better than I know myself.”

  “Hmm. If you are not happy you say ‘Brummel.’ Poor George, if only he knew how we treat his name. If you are, it’s ‘happy.’ Very straightforward. So when I say happy? I expect one or the other. Do you understand?”

  She bit back her initial reply of duh, I’m not stupid. A tendency to have a runaway mouth had always been her problem. And it wasn’t one that acted independently, either. “Yes, Sir. Happy.”

  Happy is perhaps a misnomer. Hot and horny fits better. She didn’t add that thought.

  “Good girl. He placed the blindfold over her eyes, and adjusted it. “Happy?”

  She nodded, and he pinched her thigh. It was not a pleasant pain.

  “Verbalize, please.”

  “Yes, Sir. Happy.”

  Cam—she had to assume it was Cam, if he was anything like the other Cam, he didn’t share her or anything pertaining to the two of them—stroked her cheek.

  “Good, lady-mine. Remember, I will listen and adhere to whatever you say. In reality, you are in charge.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Behind the blindfold and unable to see anything, Angie found her hearing was acute. Every rustle, every footstep sounded louder than life. She found herself trying to second-guess what was happening.

  “Hold very still.”

  The cold steel on her neck was enough for her to obey instantly. The bars she faced and was tied to were evidently no obstacle to Cam resting a knife or dagger on her skin once more.

  “Now where were we? Oh yes, my lovely submissive was misbehaving and needs to be punished.” The knife stroked her from chin to chest. “How should I do that, do you think? Do you have any suggestions, lady-mine?” He moved the knife off her skin. Angie waited, dry mouthed, to feel where it touched her next. The seconds passed and still she heard and felt nothing. She swallowed nervously, and realized he might be waiting for her to answer him.

  “No, no, Sir. Unless.” She paused. She might as well say it. “A spanking?”

  That cold steel was on her skin again. This time Cam used it to stroke her leg, and circle her knee. A tiny sting made her brace herself. Had he pricked her with it?

  “Brummel,” she said in a hurry.

  The pinprick stopped.

  “Why?”

  “You stabbed me,” Angie said, hating the petulant tone she used.

  “Really? You think that?” His voice had no expression.

  She sighed. “No, no I don’t, Sir. Happy.” Would he believe her?

  A cool breeze wafted across her thighs and Angie realized Cam had lifted her skirts. Instead of girding them around her waist as she supposed he might, there was a tug and a tearing sound. Her arse, and then her back, experienced the same chill as her thighs.

  “Good girl, stay very, very still.” The steel touched her shoulders as one by one he slit her dress and chemise from shoulder to cuff. “Daggers are so versatile,” Cam murmured and tugged the material away from her skin.

  There was nothing else to be said. He was correct.

  “Now, am I right in saying you disobeyed me? On more than one occasion?” His breath feathered across her ear.

  “Yes, Sir.” Angie’s heart thumped. It was so exciting, unsighted and wondering…

  “And we know I don’t spank, don’t we?”

  Her pulse raced. Something in his tone of voice warned her that he had an idea in mind. Whether she liked it was immaterial unless she called a halt, and she had no intention of doing that, not yet.

  “Oh yes, Sir.” More’s the pity, it’s something I want to try.

  “But I’ve used this before with excellent results.”

  The soft swish she heard was the only warning she received as the flogger hit her ass with a swift, sharp sting. It was followed by a further three on each cheek before the stings, which had become harder with each strike, stopped and his hand caressed each globe in turn.

  “Happy?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She was almost
floating. If only there had been those few more taps, thuds, stings… She had no idea how to describe the euphoria that flooded her. “Very happy.”

  “Good. Count to twenty.”

  The next stroke thudded rather than stung. The following one more so. She counted out each stroke, getting more and more aroused as the tempo increased. By the time she stuttered out twenty, she teetered on the edge of falling into the abyss.

  Cam rubbed her smarting ass with one hand and pinched her clit with the other.

  “Come now. Fly for me, and scream your completion.”

  Angie needed no more invitation. She screamed and tumbled. Her skin was a mass of stings and tingles, and her body shook. Behind her blindfold and eyelids, colored lights flashed and sweat rolled under the cloth to streak down her face.

  “Angie, honey…”

  “Angelina…”

  It was the two Cams again. Like before they both held on to her. Both looked worried, both called to her. Angie struggled. Who should she walk toward? Neither let go of her. Modern Cam glowed brightly, and winked. “My pet needs me. Come back, love.”

  Regency Cam glowered. “Lady-mine, stop this now. Or never again will I let you come like this.”

  “Wake up, Angie.”

  “Angelina. Open your eyes.”

  “Angie…”

  “Lady-mine. Now, do as I say.”

  “I don’t know who to go to. Who are you? Why is this happening? Help me.” She couldn’t breathe. Her head was spinning, and she needed something she couldn’t comprehend.

  “Angelina.”

  Her face was soaked and she smelled the rancid cat’s pee once more and spluttered. “Yeuk. Enough already.” Angie opened her eyes, realized she was no longer blindfolded, and blinked water from her eyelashes.

  Regency Cam stared back at her, and wiped her face with a cloth.

  “I can’t believe just how violently you climax, lady-mine. It makes me scared to enter you.”

  Angie considered his words as she ascertained her whereabouts. She was lying on his bed, in the room she’d passed though to get to the playroom. “Happy, Sir. Wet.” She could tell that by the dampness of her pussy and thighs. “Wanting and begging for you to come in me. Then I’ll be replete and ready to rest.”

  He looked doubtful. However, Angie noticed the light in his eyes, and a swift glance downward showed his cock straining against his pantaloons. “Please, Sir?” She struggled to sit up and tried to get off the bed to kneel in front of him.

  Cam pressed her back onto the pillows. “Not now.”

  Angie pouted and he laughed. “And a pet lip will not help one iota. Now rest quietly whilst I prepare the room for sleep.” He patted her cheek once more and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

  When Angie tried to deepen the kiss, he drew back.

  “Later, love. Let me ready us for a good night’s rest.”

  She watched as he undressed, folded his clothes, and put them on a clothes horse before he opened the shutters a little and snuffed the candles. Finally he shut off the lamp, and by the moonlight showing through the windows, made his way toward the bed.

  “Shuffle over.” He pulled back the covers, climbed onto the sheets, and drew her toward him. “Lean on me and rest.”

  Angie did as he bade her. The steady thumpety-thump of his heart was soothing under her cheek, and the springy hair that covered his chest provided a comfortable pillow. With a satisfied sigh, Angie curled one hand into the hair that circled one hard male nipple and rested the other hand around Cam’s waist. Then she closed her eyes and slept.

  ****

  Cam watched his lover—his love and his wife—gradually unwind, and slide into sleep. It was such a precious thing, this total trust and acceptance of what he asked of her. She was his to love, cherish, and protect against all things and all people. Now that Rawcliffe had been dispatched, life should be so much easier. He looked toward the side of the pillow where Angel Dora was perched. Such a small thing to cause so much upset. He wondered if his grandmama would have ever realized what trouble her heirloom could cause. He rather thought not. He could hardly remember the lady, except she was small and rotund, with white hair and a ready smile. She smelled of rose water, and always pinched his cheek before he left her presence, as well as giving him a silver sixpence. He rather thought she would be aghast at the course of events, and tell him to get rid of the ornament. He wouldn’t, of course.

  As Angelina slumbered beside him and her breathing slowed, Cam allowed himself to unclench muscles he hadn’t known he possessed, and let his mind go blank and clear. He moved to bring her tighter to him, and Angelina slept on. Her breathing was even, and each little puff of breath she expelled teased his skin. Her hold was firm and her fingers were tightly entangled in his chest hair, but gradually the hand that encircled his waist began to slip downward until the tips of her fingers were scant inches away from his cock. Of course that particular appendage reacted exactly as he expected, hardening and gathering liquid on its tip. That was all he needed. A rock hard pego, and sadly no way to soften it. Cam was well aware that this close to Angelina, the only way to get that to happen was to come hard and fast inside her. Something he wasn’t about to do.

  With a wry shake of his head, Cam resigned himself to a sleepless night.

  He woke up when something touched his cock and surrounded it. Something warm and tight and exciting and… He opened his eyes slightly to watch Angelina lift up off him and lower herself down onto his cock once again. The concentration on her face enchanted him. She ran the tip of her tongue around her mouth and swallowed before she smiled. A long, sultry, satisfied, cat-has-got-the-cream smile that made his mouth dry. Her nipples stood out proudly, and every time she tightened and then loosened her grip on his pego, her juices increased.

  She closed her eyes and moaned softly as her breathing and speed of movement increased, and she swayed backward and forward, all without breaking her rhythm.

  Cam wonder how long she could last. He was oh so ready to spill into her, and only his iron will held himself in check as he waited for the sign that she was on the brink as well.

  Angie began to shudder, and her movements sped up. Her breath became choppy and she panted and groaned as he thrust upward into her.

  “Oh Lord, I need, I want.” She moved her head from side to side, and her honey curls danced around her skull. “Cam, I have to, I must, let me, please let me…” She ended on a squeal as he stretched out his arm as far as he could and nipped her nub. “Argh… Yessss…”

  “Come for me, lady-mine, fly again, but with me this time.”

  He gave one more hard push until he saw stars.

  She screamed and he spilled into her with a shudder and his own groans of completion.

  Angelina’s head went back, her body slumped on top of him, and then she let her head fall onto his chest. Her breathing stopped.

  “Angelina?” Cam shook her. “Angelina, what’s happened?” He rolled her to one side, pulled out of her, and knelt up next to her. “Angelina, lady-mine, my love—come back to me. Wake up now. Enough, it’s time to wake up…”

  ****

  “Angie, honey, wake up.”

  Why was someone slapping her? Something or someone flashed briefly behind her closed eyelids. They didn’t go in for that sort of thing. Now if it had been a flogger on her ass, or… “Dammit, give over.” Now whoever it was shook her so hard it was a wonder her teeth didn’t rattle.

  “Do it now. He needs you. I’ve had you.”

  That sounded rude. There was a chuckle inside her head. “Oh, it was perfect. Now, back to reality.”

  But what was reality? “We were. Now you two are, and reality? Well, just think about it.”

  “Noooo, I want, I need…” Why couldn’t they both leave her alone to sleep? There was time enough to work out what she had to do later.

  “Now. Enough is enough. Give me Angel Dora, and let’s put her on the tree.”

  Tree? I thought t
here was no such thing.

  Angie thought long and hard. She was correct.

  The vision smiled and faded. “Take care of us.”

  Us?

  Angie opened her eyes and blinked. Where was she now?

  “You’re back where you belong now, lady-mine.”

  The room was bright and airy, the furnishings comfortable and welcoming. No heavy velvet curtains, but cream blinds and linen drapes.

  Her Cam, her twenty-first century Cam, looked at her and smiled. Worry lines crossed his forehead, and his skin was grey.

  “That’s better, you’re back. God, love, I was so worried.” He stroked her hair back from her face. The gesture was so familiar, she melted inside.

  Angie considered his words. Back from where?

  “Hell, love, that was the worst two minutes of my life. Seeing you there, calling fucking Rawcliffe all names under the sun, and threatening him with the cops.” Cam kissed her gently. “Are you okay?”

  Two minutes? She needed time to process that statement. Surely she’d been away for weeks? She focused instead on the other thing Cam said.

  “He’s going to the Caribbean. Stuart.”

  Cam nodded and lifted her off the couch and onto his lap. “So he said, or he’d be in custody now. He babbled something about an accident and you tripped, and he was trying to revive you. Evidently that was why he had your angel in his hands.”

  “Angel Dora? Where is she?”

  Cam put the ornament into her hands. Her wedding ring with its engraved hearts sparkled up at her. Angie didn’t know whether to kiss it, Angel Dora, or Cam. She compromised by stroking the ornament and cuddling Cam.

  “We need to get her valued. I think those stones might not be glass.”

  Cam nodded. “They’re not, but I didn’t know if you knew. Do you still want her on the tree?”

  “Of course.” Especially now that Stuart wasn’t around. Angie struggled up from Cam’s lap and held out her hand. “Will you do the honors, please?” She held Dora out to him. “On our special tree.”

  He kissed her and grinned. “Who’s the Dom around here?”

  “Well you are, Sir.” Angie remembered something. “How long did you say was I out?”