Her One and Only Dom

by Tamsin Baker

  Properly put in her place, Simone clenched her teeth and nodded again. No matter what she saw when she entered this room, she would not stop in her plan.

  They stepped through the red door and Simone spotted Patrick instantly, leaning up against the wall talking to one of the other Doms. Relief flooded her so swiftly that she almost sagged against the wall. Despite all her big talk, she wasn’t sure she would have been able to handle seeing Patrick touching another woman.

  Belly tight with anticipation, and a little fear, Simone forced her legs to move forward until she was standing in front of him. Patrick looked up and his mouth opened in wordless question, his surprise obvious.

  Simone dropped to her knees, hands behind her back, spine straight and looked up, waiting for Patrick. She was calm somehow, despite her fear. She trusted him and that was enough.

  He straightened and his lips twisted in a knowing smile.

  “Are you here to play, my pet?”

  Simone swallowed and thought carefully before speaking.

  “I’m here for you, sir. Whatever your pleasure is.”

  Simone watched Patrick swallow before putting out a hand to caress her cheek. She leaned into it and continued to stare into his eyes.

  “I think a private room is needed.” Patrick turned to his friend who nodded.

  “I’ll observe Patrick. You can have the purple room.”

  Patrick nodded and held a hand out to her. She gripped it and moved to her feet, surprised how fluid she was considering how shaky her legs were.

  Patrick put a hand in the small of her back and guided her down the hallway, the weight and warmth of his hand comforting in the darkness. He stepped closer and whispered in her ear.

  “I’m so glad you are here my pet.”

  So am I. Simone gasped as she stepped into the purple room. How many toys did a person need? The walls were lined with floggers, canes, paddles, even a whip.

  “Stand against the cross with your face down.” Patrick told her and she move blindly forward. She trusted Patrick. Now was the time for action, no more empty words.

  Simone pressed herself to the wood of the cross and put her arms out wide. Closing her eyes, she surrendered control and breathed a huge sigh of relief.

  ****

  Patrick caught his breath on a gasp. She was so beautiful and fearless. Offering him what she knew he needed. What an amazing woman.

  He used the handcuffs attached to the cross and clipped her in, slipping a finger in between the metal and her skin to make sure they weren’t too tight.

  Then he bent and spread her legs, enjoying the feel of her soft, supple body, and running his hands up and down her bare skin.

  “I didn’t think you did that.” Simone’s surprised words made Patrick smile so he clipped her ankles in the cuffs and gave her a playful tap on her delicious ass. The corset she had chosen was just perfect, he would be buying her the same style in every color.

  She gasped at the contact and he bent close to whisper in her ear, pressing his erection into her ass.

  “You are mine, Simone. The rules have changed.”

  She gave a shaky laugh and tried to turn her head to see him. He would have blindfolded her if they knew each other better, but that would come in time. It would be a slow process, but one that was worth doing.

  “Tonight I’m going to show you the pleasure that you can get with an alternate sensation. A soft flogger will sting and warm, and then the glove will soothe you. Remember to tell me if you need a break.”

  Simone relaxed and her whole body went limp. Yes! That was it!

  Patrick began to flog her, listening to her gasp as he hit her over and over again, then used the soft lamb’s wool glove over her red skin. Then he started again.

  She was swaying her hips a little and her eyes were closed. She was trembling a little, but her breathing was fine.

  His heart was drumming loudly in his ears, he could hear nothing but the sound of her breathing and his own.

  He did five rounds with the flogger then used the glove for twice as long. She arched her back a little, her ass, lower back and thighs red from the sting of the leather, yet when she turned her head, her eyes were at half-mast, drowsy with pleasure.

  He stepped forward and pressed himself to her back, needing to be close, wanting her to feel as cared for as he felt.

  She was smooth skin and heat beneath him and he couldn’t wait to get her home to pleasure her further. “You did so well my pet. Perfect.”

  Simone moaned a little as her arms slid down and he rubbed them, trying to ease the ache for her.

  “Is that it, sir? Or would you like me in another position?”

  Patrick undid the clips at her ankles and turned her around so that she was facing him. She looked alert, but there was a sleepiness to her. “Are you all right, Simone?”

  She nodded and slipped her hands up to his neck. “Yeah, I just feel a bit out of it.”

  He grinned, knowing that his girl would enjoy so much more of what he could offer her in the future, but for the meantime, her trust in him alone was enough.

  “Come, I will take you home.”

  Simone nodded and leaned into him. He dressed quickly and wrapped his jacket around her shoulders.

  She was still swaying slightly when they got to the front door.

  “Simone!” Nicola’s voice called out and they turned towards the girl running towards them.

  “It went well?” She gasped out, her eyes darting over the way Patrick held Simone against him.

  Patrick went to open his mouth but Simone beat him to it. “Very well hun. I’ll call you tomorrow?”

  Nicola lit up like a Christmas tree and bobbed her head in farewell.

  Patrick maneuvered Simone into the car where she sat still, her eyes closed and her head back.

  He didn’t know what to do, so he just drove her home, half-expecting her to start yelling or crying, he didn’t know, and by the time they reached his home, he didn’t care. He just wanted her to do something.

  He slipped out of the car, went around to her side and helped her out. She fell against him and he groaned, unable to hold it in. Was she in shock? Had she really dropped down into Sub-space on her very first scene? That dark, calm retreat inside their own mind, that most submissives finally achieved when they were in tune with their Dom. Impossible.

  She stayed still and quiet while he hustled her inside and pulled her to his bedroom. Once there he stripped off his clothes and helped her get her corset, skirt, and underwear off.

  She came into bed with him willingly, yet she didn’t look at him.

  As he lay in the middle of his bed, he was the one who was ready to beg. What had he done?

  She moved closer and he pulled her closer. Although he thought she may resist, she kept coming. Not happy just to lie against him, she slid on top of him and settled so that her head was against his heart.

  “I really enjoyed tonight. Thank you.”

  Tears welled and clogged up Patrick’s nose and throat. He wrapped his arms around her back and kissed the top of her head.

  “I did too.”

  His voice was a mere whisper and he cleared his throat loudly.

  “Thank you for coming back to me, I … didn’t know if you would.”

  Simone turned her head and kissed his chest, the touch of her lips soothing to his battered heart.

  “I love you …” Simone’s whisper stretched across the space, filling him up with happiness, even as she grew heavier and slipped into sleep.

  Patrick held her and closed his eyes. I love you too, played across his mind, but he drifted off to sleep without saying it. Tonight she had proved the old adage, “Actions speak louder than words.” It was time for him to do the same.

  Chapter Seven

  The following evening Simone found herself on the doorstep of a very well-kept little house.

  “What are we doing here, Patrick?”

  He leaned around her and pressed the d
oorbell. “I want you to meet my parents.”

  Simone gasped. “What?”

  She heard someone moving towards the door and she glanced down at her clothes. Black skirt, red top. Not too much cleavage. Crap! She would have done her hair better if she had known.

  “You should have told me!” She snapped at Patrick whilst inside she was so happy she could barely breathe. He had brought her to meet his parents!

  The door swung open and an older woman with a short haircut and Patrick’s blue eyes smiled at them.

  “Patrick! Come in, we were just about to serve.”

  Patrick opened the screen door and put a hand on the base of Simone’s spine. “Mom, this is my girlfriend, Simone. Simone this is my mom, Sue.”

  Sue’s eyes widened and Simone forced a smile to her face. Patrick should have at least warned his mother!

  “It’s so nice to meet you, I hope I haven’t inconvenienced you …”

  The woman recovered quickly and stepped back, waving them inside. “Oh no, not at all. Come in!”

  Simone made her way inside, her senses buffeted by everything a good home always had. Warmth, photos, and the aromatic smell of roast meat cooking in the oven.

  “Come through and sit down please. Simone, this is my husband, Ian.”

  Simone put out her hand to the man that stood quickly and reached out to her. “Nice to meet you.”

  He nodded and smiled, the lines of his face deepening in happiness as he quickly looked her over. “Lovely to meet you.”

  “I’m just going serve dinner. Ian, please get Patrick and his girlfriend a drink.”

  Ian’s eyebrows rose as the word girlfriend resonated in the kitchen.

  “Wine, Simone?”

  She nodded and began walking after Sue. “Yes, please.”

  She stepped into the slightly out dated kitchen, full of knickknacks and photos. “Can I help you, Sue?”

  Sue smiled at her and began dishing out the roast vegetables onto the plates.

  “If you could take the bread and gravy into the dining room that would be wonderful.”

  Simone nodded and looked at the large roast lamb in the oven tray. “Could I just have extra potatoes, Sue? I don’t eat meat.”

  Sue glanced over at the lamb and grimaced. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

  Simone picked up the bread basket and gravy boat, and turned back toward the dining room. She hated making other people uncomfortable.

  “Don’t be silly, veggies and bread is perfect.”

  She stepped back into the dining room and placed the bread and gravy on the table. The men both smiled at her and she felt the blood race to her cheeks.

  “Here’s your wine.”

  Simone smiled back and picked up her wine glass. Then she rushed back into the overly warm kitchen.

  Sue had finished serving out the roast vegetables and now placed meat onto three of the four plates. Simone smiled at her and took a sip of the rich red wine Ian had poured for her.

  “We’ve never met anyone Patrick’s been dating. Have you been together long?”

  Simone choked on her wine and placed it down on the counter. “Really? Never?”

  Patrick’s mum shook her head and waited for an answer to her question.

  Simone swallowed, knowing that this was going to peak his mother’s interest even more.

  “I knew Patrick last year. He was one of my uni lecturers. But we only met again last Saturday.”

  His mother’s eyebrows shot up comically high. “You’ve been dating for one week?”

  Simone nodded and placed her wine down on the bench as Patrick’s mother stepped forward and hugged her. Simone held herself still for one moment before letting the embrace soak in and comfort her. It felt like coming home.

  A throat being cleared had them both turning. Patrick stood in the doorway looking amused. “Everything all right in here?”

  Simone nodded and pulled back, wiping the tear away that had gathered in her eye. “Of course it is, why wouldn’t it be?”

  Patrick grinned and held out his hand. Simone stepped forwards and took it.

  “Let’s eat.” Sue announced and they all sat down to their family dinner.

  ****

  Several hours later, after too much food and a perfect amount of wine, Simone hugged Sue goodbye. “Thank you so again for having me. It was really great to meet you both.”

  Sue smiled and stepped back against her husband as Ian slipped a hand around her waist.

  “I’ll look up some vegetarian meals for next time.”

  Simone flushed, her cheeks growing warm as she nodded and waved.

  Patrick guided her out the front door and closed it behind them.

  Simone turned toward him and wrapped her arms around his neck, unable to stop the squeal that rose.

  “I can’t believe you brought me to meet your parents after only one week!”

  Patrick chuckled and pulled her closer.

  “Last night you proved to me how much you want this to work and I wanted to return the favor. The trust goes both ways, baby.”

  Simone lifted her hands and stroked them through Patrick’s thick brown hair.

  “So you really do want me to be your girlfriend, friend, lover, and Sub? All in one?”

  Patrick dropped a sweet, long kiss on her lips, warming her all the way down to the tips of her toes.

  “I want everything you are, Simone and I promise to give you everything I am, too.”

  Simone snuggled her head into the crook of Patrick’s neck and sighed happily.

  “I’m falling in love with you.”

  She closed her eyes as she waited for the reply. No matter what, she wouldn’t be upset. If he needed time to feel the same way, then she would give it to him.

  Finally, after what felt like forever, standing there wrapped in his arms, Patrick bent his head and whispered in her ear.

  “Thank God, because I’m falling in love with you too.”

  Epilogue

  Twelve months later

  “Pet, could you come here please?”

  Simone shivered as excitement curled within her belly. Her Master wanted to play.

  She pulled the rubber gloves off her hands and placed them down on the sink, abandoning the water still full of dishes.

  Patrick had asked her to move in with him six months ago and she had never been happier. She was his Sub, his pet, in the bedroom and at the club. But in their home and out with family or friends she was his girlfriend, his darling. Her life was perfect.

  She pushed back her hair that had escaped from where it was tied in a low ponytail and walked through the house.

  “Where are you, sir?”

  “Here.”

  His voice surprised her as she moved through the lounge room and she jumped.

  “Oh goodness …” She trailed off as she saw where he was and what he held.

  He was on his knees, a pink collar in one hand and a jewelry box in the other. Simone’s breath caught in her throat and her belly tightened with anticipation. Was he really going to ask her what she had been dreaming about for the whole year they had been together?

  “Simone, I love you. You are now everything to me. You make my life better just because you are in it and I want to ask you, will you marry me?”

  Simone stepped forward and nodded as tears slipped down her cheeks.

  “I would love to.”

  Patrick placed the collar down so that he could remove her beautiful engagement ring from the black velvet box and slipped it onto her finger. It was a brilliant cut solitaire diamond with a diamonds along the band, all encased in platinum.

  Simon gasped and brought her hand up to her face so that she could take a better look at it. It was beautiful, but her Master wasn’t finished yet.

  “I also want you to consider an official collaring ceremony. I know that you haven’t been in the lifestyle long and have yet to observe one, but you are mine. I want the whole world to know it.”

/>   Simone didn’t need to consider her answer, she dropped to her knees and bent forward so that her nose was almost on the floor. She needed to be lower than her Master and he was currently kneeling.

  “I don’t need an official ceremony, sir, unless you specifically do. I have researched a collaring ceremony and know what it entails. I am yours, for eternity. I have no wish to be anyone else’s but yours. Please allow me to wear your collar from this day forth.”

  Simone waited, her heart light and free. She had been researching collarings for months now. She was often envious of the Subs in their club that had been collared by their Master or Mistress. For some people in the lifestyle it equated to a wedding ring, but it was something that you could not return. It showed true commitment, and she wanted that.

  She gave Patrick everything she was and she wanted the world to know it.

  Cool leather slid around her throat and her Master clipped her collar into place. There was a small snick as the lock closed and Simone trembled in anticipation of what would happen next.

  Simone stayed where she was, her body heating in its usual way to her Master’s presence.

  “You are mine, Simone. You will honor and obey me for all time.”

  “Yes, Master,” she whispered, tears leaking onto her cheeks and then falling unheeded onto the carpet.

  “And I will treasure you, look after you, and love you for as long as my heart beats.”

  Simone closed her eyes, true happiness sliding through her as though it were a physical entity.

  “Lift up, pet.”

  Simone lifted her head but stayed sitting on her haunches, determined to show her Master the respect he deserved.

  “Would you like to make some phone calls announcing our engagement before we celebrate?”

  Simone shook her head and wiped away the final tears that slid down her cheeks.

  “No, Master. My only request would be that you do not hold back tonight. I know you have been. I trust you with everything I am.’

  Patrick, her Master, the man that would soon be her husband, got to his feet and clipped a pink leash onto her collar.

  “Come, my pet, crawl beside me. Master has a special treat for you tonight.”