SecretDom

by Secret Dom [MF] (epub)

  Sure, Evan was beyond wealthy, a nd she knew she’d be well taken care of, but what suddenly made her belly flip and every nerve in her body light up with anticipation and excitement was knowing that he would not only accept her submissive nature, but nurture it. He would help her to grow, to love herself, and one day, to love another again. The annoying but usually right little voice in her head moved into her heart and suggested that maybe the man she’d love would be him.

  A spark ran up her spine as she realized his hand never left the small of her back, and the deep velvet tenor in his voice cut through the fog of her own thoughts. The warmth of his breath against her neck as he whispered in her ear gave her chills, but his words made her insides flutter. Her nipples hardened to diamond-tipped points, and everything suddenly felt more than a little damp.

  “I won’t ask you for forever, you don’t know me well enough for that, and the last thing I want to do is scare you away. I’m only asking for tonight. One night. Can you give me tha t?”

  Everything inside her screamed yes, and yet, she barely heard her answer leave her lips, and prayed he heard it too. “Yes.”

  Again, he offered her his hand, and she took it without hesitation. She followed him down a long hallway. Private rooms lined the corridor, some with doors open for those with a penchant for exhibitionism, others were closed tightly, but the sounds from within spilled out from under the door. The crack of a whip against flesh, tribal drums keeping rhythm for a flogging scene, sighs, gasps, moans of pleasure and pain created a symphony in her ears, and she absorbed as much of the ambience as she could. Finally, he stopped at the end of the hallway. Above the door was a gold plaque bearing his signature Celtic filigree and the initial E just as she’d seen embossed on his cards. Rissa wasn’t sure what she expected to find when he opened the door — a Dom of his stature, perhaps she expected to see whips, floggers, paddles, chains adorning the walls, but the glimpse he gave her as he pushed open the heavy oak door was anything but. She tried to see around him, but he stepped just inside the door and turned to face her, his massive build eating up most of the door frame.

  “I know my method of bringing you here was unorthodox, but I w anted you to choose to follow what your heart desires, not what conventional wisdom warned you against. I know you called Myles to see if it was safe which tells me you are smart. I also know he told you that you would be safe with me, but the submissive gives the Dom power. A true Dom, a real man, will never take it or push you into giving up what is yours to give. Instead of dragging you in here like some caveman with a raging desire to be buried to the hilt deep within you — which, there is no doubt that is what my most basic instincts are screaming for right this second — the choice to step into this room with me is yours and yours alone to make. I promise if you step across this threshold with me, I will care for and cherish your gift, and you. I will push your limits, but I will not give more than you can handle. We will e xplore and experience together.” His eyes lowered, and she stood aghast at the way he humbled himself to her, but still maintained the air of a Dom. “ Please, Rissa? Will you come with me?”

  Chapter Eight

  How could she say no to this man now? Easy. She couldn’t. All her concerns about him being a total stranger or having stalker tendencies went out the window with his request. She lowered her gaze, and without saying a word, stepped over the threshold and leaned her forehead against his chest. She placed one hand over his heart and felt its steady beat as he wrapped his arms around her.

  “My mother always said risk nothing, gain nothing. Even if all I gain here is this night an d a new friend that’s still more than I had before I received your first letter or took the step of faith that brought me here. ” And here, in his arms, that tiny voice spoke up once more, and she knew somehow by taking a step into his room and into his ar ms, that she’d gained far more than just one night and much more than just a friend. Something inside her warmed, and the ache that had taken up residence in her heart for the last 8 and a half months disappeared. Hope and an odd sense of being right where she was always supposed to be took its place. That feeling both scared the shit out of her and soothed her, but she’d deal with the implications of that feeling tomorrow morning. Right now, she was here, she was his for the night, and nothing else mattered. If she’ hadn’t been dripping before, the thought of being his certainly did it.

  They must have stood there for what seemed an eternity before he took a step back, pulling her with him, and closing the door behind them, shutting out the rest of the world the way being in his arms had done. Now she could see his private sanctuary, and for about the millionth time tonight, she found herself speechless. The same care and artistry that had been poured into every stitch of the gorgeous corset he’d given her was evident in every fabric, every piece of furniture, and every inch of his room. The polished marble stopped at the door, replaced by thick, plush carpet in the deepest of black that covered the floor and cradled every step in the most decadent cushion. The walls were covered in a black and gold wall paper, no doubt identifying the room as his the way the signature colors seemed to mark everything else as his, including her, so long as she wore the corset he’d sent.

  To the right, angled from the corner of the room was a huge California King four-poster bed draped in deep velvet curtains and sheer gold and beige fabrics. Pillars littered with flickering candles flanked either side of the enormous bed and cast shadows that echoed romance and passion across the room. A few steps from the bed, a door opened off of the room offering a sumptuous bathroom in deep rouge reds and black. A huge claw-footed tub centered the room, flanked by a large two-person shower with at least a dozen shower heads. To the left of the room, the rest of his furniture seemed to blend into the darkness, but it looked more like expensive décor than toys in a dungeon. The St. Andrew’s cross in the corner was free standing on what looked like a hinged frame. Restraint anchors peeked out from the ceiling, the wall, and there was a custom restraint table with a leaf in the middle, though she’d never seen one like it before. A large wardrobe and a plush sofa finished out the room that felt more fit for royalty than a Dom.

  Witho ut her noticing, he’d stepped over to the middle of the room. While she’d been busy examining his private space, he’d been transforming from just a gentleman into a Dom. She had to stop the thought that he’d also transformed himself into HER Dom. He stood tall in the center of the room, and while he kept his slacks on, he’d removed his jacket and shirt. His broad, muscled chest cast him in a whole new light. Gorgeous and built didn’t even begin to adequately describe him. More like bronzed Greek god the way his muscles bunched and rippled with each breath he took. He stretched out his hand beside him in a manner that both asked and commanded that she come stand before him.

  Crossing the distance between them, she stood in front of him, and when he asked her to remove her dress with an authoritative tone, she knew she could never force her body not to respond to this man. The fabric of her dress slid off easily, and she sucked in a sharp breath of air when he bent to pick up her dress, folded it neatly and laid it over the end of the bed before returning to her. A strong hand on her shoulder encouraged her to kneel, and she did. Placing her hands behind her back, she lowered her head and looked down, presenting herself for his approval — on her slightly parted knees, her breasts heaving wildly as her breath kicked up a notch. His reassuring hand on her shoulder as he circled her helped her to calm and center herself. The silence of his inspection seemed to go on for eternity as anticipation and the heat of his eyes roaming over her body aroused her in ways she didn’t think were possible. When he finally spoke, he’d removed himself from the view of her lowered eyes.

  “You may stand and join me.” Evan’s husky voice compelled her to obey despite the anxiety roiling within her. Raising her eyes as she stood, Rissa found him standing across the room next to the restraint table with the leaf that ran down the middle. Standing across it, he offered her his hand and helped he
r onto the table; guiding her into the position he wanted her in. Raised on her hands and knees, she gave him a very small smile as he slipped two cushions between her knees and the hardwood of the table. Each gesture intended to cement the fact that what he wanted was to care for her, not just use her body and submission for his own carnal pleasure, but that in return for her gift, he would cherish and care for all of her needs. While she enjoyed some intentional pain in moderation and at the appropriate time, distracting discomfort such as her knees on the wooden table was not something that appealed to her, and that was something he understood.

  He lifted her hands, one at a time and placed a sweet, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her palm, her wrist, her elbow before fastening her wrists into the restraints, binding her to the table. His palm traveled up her arm, and over her shoulder, over the lacing of the corset as he walked around to her ankles. Leaving her heels on, he fastened the restraints at her ankles and knees. She di dn’t need to test the bindings to know they were secure. And so was she. The pressure of the leather restraints hugged her skin and anchored her not only to the table, but to her own body. She waited in heady anticipation for his next instruction, touch, breath…anything from him—that’s when she knew she was hopelessly lost in him. That realization terrified her. She barely knew this man, and yet somehow, she’d never felt safer or more content than she did right this moment.

  All she felt was his finger slide from the inside of her knee up the back of her stocking-clad thigh. She focused so hard on that touch, it was as if no other part of her existed except where his finger brushed her skin. He continued up her thigh until his palm cupped the globes of her ass. Without meaning to, she shifted, trying to feel more of him. In the time it took for her to realize his hand had left her, she felt the sting of his open palm against her ass. She knew better than to move even an inch to get what she wanted from a Dom, and his smack reminded her why. Heat bloomed across her backside as a second smack came down, and she bit her lip to hold in the tiny whimper of pain and pleasure that sought to claw its way from deep within her.

  “We have all night, Rissa. Let me take my time exploring you and your body, and I promise I will make it worth the wait.” More erotic words had never spoken to her. Ever.

  Breathing deeply, she forced herself to relax and focus only on the feel of him and the warmth that radiated from him. Up over the curve of her slender hip, he traced the gold stitching of the vines that encircled the corset she wore. The tug of the ribbon at the base of the corset kicked her heart rate up another notch, and out of habit and self consciousness, she sucked in her abdomen. One by one the ribbon pulled free of the hooks. As the corset fell free, her breasts spilled out, and she was bared for him since the garter belt and stockings left little to the imagination. A nearly silent groan told her Evan approved of what he saw while he neatly folded the corset and ribbon and placed them with her dress. Returning to her, his hand finished its path up her back to the base of her neck, but it was his lips as he leaned forward and dusted a feather light kiss across her neck that made her nipples more taut than she thought possible. A faint hint of wetness slid down the inside of her thighs.

  Looking down, Rissa focused on his face as he knelt before her at eye level. His lips pressed roughly against hers. Instead of the gentle persuasion of his lips begging entry into her mouth like their earlier kiss, this was more of a possession. His tongue parted her lips and delved into her mouth, dancing with hers, dominating hers until her lips were so swollen and puffy she could barely find a breath.

  “I want to see how far you’ll let me take you, Rissa. Some things may be new, but I’m learning your submission as much as you are learning my dominance. We’ll use the standard safe word ‘ red light ’ if you feel unable to continue. Trust me to read the cues of your body, focus on what you FEEL, not what you think, do you understand?”

  There was something so pure and honest in his voice, she knew he would never intentionally hurt her. She may not have known his favorite color or how he liked his steak, but she knew that much.

  “Red light. Got it. But I don’t intend to use it. I don’t know why, but I trust you.” Smiling into his kiss, she lowered her head once more as he pulled away and let out a shaky breath, hoping she was right and wouldn’t regret this.

  Chapter Nine

  Several cabinets opened and closed, and she recognized the sounds of plastic being torn, packages being opened and the not so subtle sound of a vibrator being tested. Worrying her lip with her teeth, her skin flushed from head to toe, and she tried to imagine what was to come. She relaxed when he was back at her side, though she couldn’t see what was in his hand or what he’d set on the table. His large hand encased one of her breasts, testing the weight and rolling his palm across her already hard nipple until she thought the thing might be hard enough to snap off. Finally, he pinched the rosy bud between his thumb and forefinger, and she felt the stinging pressure of a clamp squeeze around her nipple. When he pulled his hand back, the weighted clamp tugged down on her breast, and she breathed through the initially shocking bite of pain until it soothed to a dull ache, and her body adjusted to the new sensation.

  She’d been flogged, whipped, spanked, bound, and gagged before, but never clamped. She’d always been too afraid , mumbled her safe word before anyone had been able to attach the little hinged jaws, but as her body acclimated itself to the constant pull, she wanted to kick herself for forgoing this sensation before. He repeated the same routine on her other breast, stepped back and seemed to be admiring the look of her breasts, clamped and hanging. Her nipples pulsed behind the clamps, and each breath she took caused them to sway gently, increasing her arousal even more. She’d nearly forgotten there was more to her body than her nipples by the time she felt his hand gliding firmly down her back. His thick finger ran between the globes of her ass, barely brushing the tight entrance, and she bucked. B ut he didn’t stop. His finger slid further down her slit, past the entrance to her sex and stopped just between her clit and her entrance.

  “So wet, Rissa. So ready.” Finally he circled her clit several times, ramping up her arousal until she stood poised at the precipice of orgasm. She held her breath, trying to concentrate, focused on not coming without permission. The pad of his thumb pressed hard against her clit, and she shuddered. Biting her lip until it bled, she was thankful for the painful distraction from the intense pleasure she felt elsewhere. Then, just as she could no longer hold back the impending waves of climax that threatened to drown her, his hand was gone.

  Confused until she felt his breath against her ear and heard his deep whisper, “Good girl. Your self- control and patience will be well rewarded.” His praise did more for her than any compliment she’d received in her life up to that point , and she took another steadying breath. The clamps still tugged at her breasts, her clit pulsed as though her heartbeat were centered solely in her nipples and the tiny bundle of nerves at the top of her slit. Her skin burned and felt cool at the same time. If she didn’t know any better she’d swear her bones were made of rubber.

  When the pulsing in her sex finally subsided, and she felt she had a grip on herself, his fingers parted her slick folds once more. Before she could register the feel of his flesh against hers, she felt the familiar buzz of a vibrator attach to her clit. No, not just a vibrator, but one that both suctioned itself to her clit and vibrated. Dear God, how was she supposed to keep from coming now? Counting to ten, she alternated between focusing on the dull ache in her nipples and the intense pleasure in her clit. The sweet heat of something being drizzled across the back of her shoulder blades offered her a distraction from the overwhelming sensation her body was already enduring. Hot wax. Each time she felt too close to coming, the hot wax would drizzle along her back and her ass, refocusing her attention and helping her maintain control of her traitorous body.

  The way he read the cues of her body, choreographed her pleasure was nothing short of brilliant. The skill of a TRUE Dom who’d master
ed his craft. More than that, though, she knew in the back of her mind it was because somehow, some way, they were more in tune with each other than either of them had been with anyone before. As the thought crossed her mind, he assailed her body with yet another sensation meant to push her to the edge of bliss. A large vibe entered her passage, and he set it undulating to low as he removed the vibrator from her clit, trading one sensation for another. She adjusted to the new toy, and he moved to her side, flipping a lock beneath the table. The leaf in the middle of the table that lined up directly beneath her dropped low, and before she could process what he was doing, he laid himself on the leaflet beneath her. A strong hand caressed her cheek and her jaw and he rewarded her performance thus far with another of his drugging, delicious kisses.

  Sucking in a sharp breath at the sudden sting of pain, Rissa realized he had removed one of the clamps from her breast. Evan replaced the clamp with his mouth, suckling and soothing with his tongue until the pain stopped. She’d just begun to breathe normally again when he removed the second clamp and the incredible sting and soothing process repeated itself, but when he finally removed his mouth, she was left with two hard, swollen, unbelievably sensitive nipples as the blood rushed back in. Each breath and brush of his lips against them felt better and more erotic than any touch she had felt before.