Her One and Only Dom

by Tamsin Baker

  Simone giggled, her usual inappropriate response to something completely out of her comfort zone. “Why? You’ve shown me what he needs and I can’t let him flog me! We may as well go home.”

  Nicola grabbed her by the arms and shook her. “Are you kidding? You have no idea what sort of pleasure you can get from a man devoted to giving you what you need.”

  Simone stared up at her friend with new appreciation, but knew that she didn’t need that. “I know it’s not all whips and chains …”

  Nicola laughed and let go of Simone’s arms. “I know you’re feeling overwhelmed but I know a lot about this lifestyle. I’ll help you through it. Patrick’s been a Dom for more than ten years so he knows what he’s doing. He’ll never harm you, Simone.”

  Simone narrowed her eyes at her friend. How long had Nic known about Patrick?

  “How well do you know Patrick, Nicola?”

  Nicola shook her head rapidly, her long silver earrings swinging madly. “Never like that, I’ve just spoken to him a couple of times. He has a good reputation and is really approachable.”

  Simone sighed and laid her head against the wall. She had to close her eyes against a wave of light headedness and welcomed the mentally blank feeling that shock brought with it.

  Nicola moved closer and whispered into her ear. “I know you’re scared, but if you really want him as much as I know you do, get back in there and talk to him. You have nothing to lose!”

  Simone forced her eyes open. “Yeah, except the skin on my ass.”

  Nicola swatted her arm with her hand. “You know the BDSM code. Safe. Sane. Consensual.” She punctuated each word with another swat. “Tell him what you can and can’t do and he’ll listen. Just …”

  Simone waited, her flighty friend serious for once.

  “Just … don’t let this opportunity pass by. You won’t get another.”

  Simone took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. Could she do this? Did she want to try? Yeah, she did.

  She had been working full time for six months and hadn’t once met a man she wanted the way she wanted Patrick. Maybe she could do it, how hard would it be to please him? An involuntary shudder went through her body at the thought.

  If Nic was right, and he would stick within her boundaries, then maybe she could try some of the kinkier things. Who knows? She may even like it.

  Gathering her confidence, Simone pushed off from the wall and straightened her shoulders. She was getting ahead of herself, Patrick might be gay for all she knew. There was only one way to find out.

  “Okay, let’s go.”

  She heard Nicola’s delighted squeal but tried to ignore her. This was not the time to get distracted by her excitable friend.

  They moved back into the room and she resumed her position against the wall. She had been caught staring, but she didn’t care now. Inevitability fell into place. She had wanted this man for years. If this was what he needed, she would try anything.

  Patrick looked like he had finished redressing his Sub, and the man was now drinking water and happily chatting. His face was alight with satisfaction.

  Patrick spoke to the group he was standing with and turned toward them.

  “He’s coming over,” Nicola hissed at her and Simone suppressed the need to roll her eyes.

  Patrick walked towards them, his long-limbered gait hypnotic. She had always known he was powerful, beautiful, but this was more than she had ever dreamed.

  “Hello, sir.” Nicola’s voice sounded next to her.

  “Hi Nicola, good to see you.” Patrick nodded at her friend, and then turned blue eyes on her. “Simone ... I thought you had left.”

  Simone smiled and shook her head. She waved her hand toward the door. “I just stepped outside for a minute.”

  She was feeling drunk on the adrenaline pumping through her, and embraced it.

  “What are you doing here?” Patrick asked, his eyes dropping to Simone’s lips as she wet them with her tongue. Her mouth was so dry.

  Nicola stepped up.

  “Here’s the thing, sir, and please excuse me for being so abrupt. But Simone has been in love with you for years and I know you like her too. So I thought I’d bring her here and see if the fact that she is no longer your student changes things.”

  Simone’s head snapped around and she shot her friend the deadliest look she had. It was obviously ineffective because Nic winked and walked out of the room. A heated flush started at her chest and spread up over her face. Her belly dropped in a sickening feeling of dread as she buried her face in her hands and closed her eyes. If the ground would just open up and swallow her, she would be very grateful. Kill me now.

  Patrick cleared his throat but Simone didn’t remove her hands, her cheeks were flaming. How could Nic do that to her?

  Warm, strong hands wrapped around her wrists and pulled her hands away from her face.

  Simone couldn’t look at him now, so she continued to stare at the ground. She was seriously going to die.

  Patrick grabbed her chin and pulled her face up, his warm hand gentle but persistent.

  Simone let him do it, his eyes searching hers when they finally surfaced.

  “Is that true?”

  She held her breath for a long moment then nodded. Their hundreds of conversations floating through her head as his blue eyes bore down on her. Moments of tenderness, moments of friendship. They were always laughing, smiling. She had never been as happy in her life, than in the moments she had been with him.

  Patrick stepped forward and lowered his head, his lips pressing against hers in a sweet kiss.

  A moan of pure need escaped her at the first touch of his skin to hers, and she threaded her fingers through the long black hair she had admired for so long.

  Patrick’s lips were warm and soft, but as she moaned again, his lips opened and his tongue plunged deep into her mouth. It was hot and possessive. Simone began to shiver and her knees gave way beneath her. Patrick pressed his pelvis against her and gripped her to keep her from sliding to the floor. Simone felt the hardness of his cock, thick and long within his leather pants.

  She knew what that meant, and the fact that he wanted her so much, thrilled her. She wasn’t scared of him; she was trembling with need and adrenaline. Her hands shook as she hesitantly ran them down his chest so that she could touch him properly.

  He shivered beneath her touch and she needed more. Her fingertips found his small nipples and he bit down onto her lip. A small amount of pain made her gasp and pull away. Why did he do that?

  Patrick grabbed her hands and pinned her against the wall, holding her hostage beneath him.

  She gasped at his strength and speed, a part of her feminine side loving how strong and controlling he was. Her belly tightened further in arousal as she struggled a little to see if she could escape. She couldn’t. Patrick rested his forehead against hers and pressed her harder against the wall.

  His chest was heaving and Simone smiled, female satisfaction spreading through her that she could excite this man as he had excited her.

  “Simone, you don’t know what I need ... Perhaps we could go and talk?”

  Simone shook her head violently. “No, we talked every day for almost two years. Please, Patrick.” She couldn’t say the words, but she hoped her eyes screamed, take me home!

  Patrick’s eyebrows drew together and he paused for several seconds.

  “Are you sure you want this? How many lovers have you had?”

  Panic fluttered in her belly. Some men would like how untouched she was, but would Patrick? What if he didn’t? She gripped Patrick’s waist and pulled him closer so that he couldn’t pull away when she told him the truth.

  “None.”

  He jerked back and she dug her nails into his ass to keep him close. She liked the solid weight of him on her. It made her feel safe and protected.

  His blue eyes were wide and frantic as he searched her face, as though looking for the truth.

  She retu
rned his gaze, shivering once again as she stretched up to whisper into his ear. “Please, Patrick.”

  His hands tightened on hers once again, and then he dropped his head to scatter kisses over her forehead and the tip of her nose. A wave of pleasure swept over her whole body and she tilted her head up as her eyes slid shut. Swept away, beyond caring where they were and what they were doing, she was surprised when someone interrupted them and tapped Patrick on the shoulder. Another Dom.

  “Patrick, are you wanting another room?”

  Simone’s heart stuttered to a stop and the spell was broken. She pushed away from Patrick, and stood straighter against the hard wall. She couldn’t do a scene with him! But she shouldn’t have even worried. He was already shaking his head and stepping away from her. The loss of his warmth and strength was horrible and she fell against his side in an attempt to maintain the connection.

  His warm, heavy arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close. Safer now, her belly settled once again.

  “No, I’ll be going home now.”

  The Dom walked off, thankfully. Simone had found him quite intimidating. So many intricate tattoos and a shaved head. One of those people you don’t want to meet in a dark alley at night. She hated to think meanly, but with a shiver, she acknowledged it was the truth. Patrick gripped her harder and looked down at her.

  “I really shouldn’t ...You want to come home with me?”

  The question was almost expected yet Simone hesitated a moment. He knew she wasn’t experienced, but he still wanted her. She certainly wanted him, but how was this really possible?

  She nodded slowly, biting her lip.

  Patrick frowned, “What’s wrong, baby?”

  She took a deep breath, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling. “Will you want to do that to me?”

  She waved her hand in the direction of the cross and Patrick chuckled.

  “Do you want me to?”

  Simone shook her head quickly as her heart rate doubled. “I ... don’t know. I want to please you, but that might be a bit much ...”

  Patrick groaned and leaned forward to bite her earlobe. “Wanting to please me is the perfect response, my little pet. We can work everything else out.”

  She shuddered and turned her head for another belly melting kiss. She didn’t know what she had just agreed to, but she didn’t care as his lips teased and played with hers.

  She was light headed and weak, yet strangely euphoric. If she had the chance to be with Patrick, she would try almost anything.

  He put a hand around her waist and hustled her out of the club. People spoke to him or deferred to him as they went and Simone got lots of interested looks, but she just turned her head into Patrick’s shoulder and avoided their gazes.

  It was cold outside and Patrick pulled her into his warmth, the only place she wanted to be.

  “Oh, I should tell Nic I’m leaving with you.”

  Patrick opened the door of a black Mercedes and inclined his head.

  “Get inside and you should call her. We need to get home. Now.”

  Simone giggled and slid onto the leather, loving his bossy tone and need for haste. Patrick shut the door and walked around the car. Alone for a few seconds, she gave into her excitement and squealed. She was going home with Professor Patrick Smythe! The smartest, funniest, and sexiest man she had ever met.

  Patrick climbed into his side and started the car. Rock music blaring, he leaned forward to flick the volume down and turn the heater on.

  She sighed in bliss and put her hands out to the luke warm air coming from the vents.

  “Did you call Nicola? Most people make a safe call before they leave a club.”

  Simone grabbed her phone out of her bag and found Nicola’s number. Her head was seriously up in the clouds. “A safe call?”

  He nodded and started the car. “Yeah, just to let them know where you are going and with who.”

  Simone tried not to think about all the other people Patrick had taken home, so instead she punched in a quick message to Nicola and lay the phone aside. “Done.”

  Patrick’s hand slid onto her knee making her skin tingle even through her black pants. “How have you been since I saw you last?”

  Simone smiled and gave him her standard response. “Oh good. I have a new job and I moved out of home with some friends.”

  Patrick stroked her leg and moved his hand to the inside of her thigh. Simone inhaled sharply, breath whistling through her throat as excitement curled in her belly.

  “Tell me the truth.”

  Just like that Patrick stripped away the fluff, her pretend happiness. Her shoulder sank and her head fell back against the head rest. The truth came pouring out of her.

  “Honestly, I’ve missed uni a lot. My friends, classes, you.” She spoke too quickly as her nerves got the better of her. “I don’t like the dinky little apartment I share with two slutty girls and my pay grade sucks.”

  Patrick moved his hand up and stroked the fabric over her swollen clit in the most brazen move Simone had ever seen, and felt.

  “Good girl.”

  Her spine slammed as far back into the chair as it would physically allow. Pleasure rippled along her belly and she gasped at the suddenness with which he touched her.

  Patrick moved his hand back to her knee and Simone began to pant, her pelvis feeling like it was being twisted from the inside. The intensity was shocking.

  “I had no idea it could feel like this.”

  Patrick went still and took his hand back. A whimper rose in her throat at the loss of his heat and comfort.

  “We’re almost home. Are you sure you want what we’re going to do inside my home, Simone?”

  Simone swallowed hard and clasped her hands tightly in her lap. Of course she did. “It depends what you want Patrick.”

  Patrick pulled into the driveway of a beautiful house and Simone took another shuddering breath. She wasn’t sure she would survive another rejection by this man.

  Her old professor turned his head and stared at her.

  “Shall we lay our cards out on the table, so to speak?”

  Simone nodded and leaned forward. “Absolutely.”

  “I’m thirty-five years old and a Dom. You’re a twenty-three-year-old virgin. How the hell is this going to work?”

  Fear suddenly gripped Simone, and her belly plummeted in dread. She was about to stuff this up. Royally.

  She dropped her head, unable to look at this man that she wanted so much. “You don’t want me.”

  Pain gripped her chest, this was her graduation all over again.

  Patrick’s hand tipped her chin up once again and he glared at her.

  “Don’t be ridiculous. You know I do.”

  Simone grabbed hold of that small admission and went with it. She turned pleading eyes on him. “Then why do you say such things?”

  He sighed. “Because I have never been in this situation before, Simone. Especially with an ex-student.”

  With her heart firmly fitted to her sleeve, she grabbed a hold of that information also and threw everything she had at him.

  “Please Patrick. I know how old you are. I also know you are the most generous, funny, clever man I have ever met. Please, take me inside and make love to me. Fuck me, whip me, whatever you want. Just … I need you.”

  Simone’s cup of overwhelmed emotions spilled over and she closed her eyes, sending hot tears down her cheeks. Crap!

  She heard the car door open and forced her eyes open. Was he really leaving her here?

  “Let’s go.” His rough voice startled her and she yelped.

  Grabbing her bag, she jumped out of the car. She followed Patrick up the front steps and halted behind him as he stood frozen on his door mat. He spoke to her while still facing the door, his voice thick with tension.

  “My beautiful pet, this will change everything. You realize that?”

  Simone nodded emphatically and put her hand out to touch his back.

 
; “Yes.”

  He shuddered under her touch and fumbled with the key. He managed to open the door and she followed him inside. The house was magnificent, new, modern, stylish. Lots of white, clean lines, and minimalistic furniture. But it lacked any warmth or female touches. She could change that.

  “I will leave you here while I go and turn on the heater. I want you to strip down to your underwear and kneel for me, Simone. Do you understand?”

  Fear gripped her hard, stealing her breath, but she nodded and watched him walk away.

  Fuck! I’m wearing my ugliest underwear!

  Somehow knowing that he would not like her second guessing his command, she slipped her black top and pants off, folding them with her boots and knelt on the floor. She felt a bit ridiculous. But if this was a game he liked to play, then she would learn to not only love it, but be very good at it.

  He returned a few minutes later, shirt off, feet bare, in just his sexy black leather pants.

  “You are even more beautiful than I imagined, Simone.” His husky praise sent shivers down her spine which almost stopped her embarrassed flush.

  “You imagined me, Patrick?”

  He smiled down at her and bent to kiss her lips. He tasted of forbidden love and Simone wanted more. She stretched her neck, trying to keep the contact. So warm and soft.

  When he straightened she raised her eyebrows. She wanted an answer to her question.

  He smiled and cupped her face. “Oh yes, my beautiful pet. I have imagined what you would look like naked, beneath me, writhing in pleasure.”

  Chapter Two

  You know you shouldn’t be doing this, not yet. You haven’t even talked terms with her.

  Patrick ignored his conscience as he looked down on the woman he had wanted for as long as she had apparently wanted him. He had realized while she was a student that she found him attractive. But he had thought her infatuation akin to a school girl crush, unlike his desire for her. That was until Nicola had informed him that it was a lot more than that. Nicola was new to the scene and he’d never played with her, mostly on principle but he also didn’t find her look appealing. Simone on the other hand was just gorgeous.