Her Dom's Secret Past

by Suzy Shearer

  He rubbed both cheeks, his hand making seductive circles on my skin. Then another three hits in quick succession before he ran a finger between my legs. He held it in front of my face and I could see how wet I was already. I lost count of how many more he landed on my ass. He pushed a couple of fingers into my pussy and that was it.

  I came—hard!

  He finally made me stand. I was a little wobbly as I stood before him. I glanced down. If anything, his cock had doubled in size.

  “Kneel down, knees apart, hands behind you.”

  I did as I was told.

  “That’s perfect. I want you to kneel like that whenever you’re naked. You will wait for my command.”

  John stood. His delicious erection was right in the perfect height and he held the base of it.

  “Suck it.”

  Boy, did I want to suck it. My butt stung and inside I was singing. I took his cock as deep as I could after licking the pre-cum, and then pulled back. Back and forth I went, enjoying it until he gripped my hair.

  “Enough.”

  I pouted. I wanted to make him come, but instead he made me stand again. Gently, he pushed me onto the bed on my knees. As I glanced behind, he took a condom from his pants pocket and rolled it on. Standing on the floor between my legs, he gave my ass a couple of quick hard slaps and then held his cock against my pussy.

  “Did I tell you how much I love your cunt? I’m going to enjoy fucking it as much as I can.”

  I loved it when he talked dirty to me. It made me more excited as he pushed my legs further apart and thrust his dick into me with a resounding “ah”.

  “Your cunt is so tight around my dick.

  He pushed in hard. Because I was on my knees, my ass in the air, weight on my elbows and my head on the pillow, his cock went in deep. I was in heaven or, at least I thought I was until he reached around and pinched my clit. I thought the orgasm that rocked me flew off the Richter scale as I screamed.

  “That’s it, my darling girl, scream.”

  He kept pummeling into me, pulling at my clit. I had an idea he may have even bit me on the ass cheek. All I did know was it was wild, it was hard, and it was wonderful. He was grunting now and I knew both of us were about to come. His balls slapped against my skin, making loud sounds that added to our lovemaking.

  My legs shook as my third orgasm for the night rocked my world. John gave a shudder and pushed in hard as his own climax came. I couldn’t help it. I fell forward, pulling John with me. I felt him withdraw his cock and heard him leave. A few minutes later, I heard the toilet flush and he came back. He caressed my back, all along my spine, and then he planted a line of kisses from my neck to my butt. Gently, he rolled me over and lay alongside of me.

  “Have I told you I love you?”

  “Not for ages.”

  He grinned and kissed the tip of my nose.

  “In that case, Anabelle Rowley, see, I know your name now. Anyway, in that case, I love you.”

  “I love you too, but for a long time I couldn’t remember your last name.”

  He laughed, a full real laugh.

  “But you do now.”

  “Yes.”

  “Say it.”

  “I love you, John Ethan.”

  I grinned.

  “I should get going. It’s late.”

  I didn’t want him to go and told him.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Positive.”

  “In that case…” He fiddled with the bed covers until I was underneath them and then climbed in alongside me. I sighed with happiness. I’d missed him terribly and now I didn’t want us to part ever again.

  John must have been thinking along the same lines because he said, “I want to stay with you wrapped in my arms forever, Ana. I hate being apart from you.”

  “I guess we’ll have to work out something that satisfies us both.”

  “I’m sure we will.”

  He kissed me a few dozen times. Then we kind of spooned and fell asleep. All I knew was I was deliriously happy and I’d never been this way in my entire fifty-five years.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Anabelle

  Saturday seemed to drag. I’d packed a bag for the next few days and was now looking forward to spending time at John’s place. He’d told me all about it, but I wanted to see it for myself. It sounded unbelievable. Finally, Charlie and I locked up the shop at four and walked outside. John was waiting, leaning against the bonnet of his beautiful car. Naturally, Charlie had to stop and admire it. The two men then spent the next ten minutes ignoring me and discussing things under the hood that I had no idea about.

  What was it with men and cars?

  There was a very slight break in the conversation when the two of them stopped talking to draw breath. I jumped in, smiling, and asked if we were ready to go. They both had this same confused stare—“uh who’s she?” Then they came back to the real world and John apologized. I laughed.

  “I imagine he’ll take you for a spin, Charlie, but not now because I really want to get home.”

  The looks on their faces were priceless—I’d read them right. A drive around the block was their next plan. A lot of feet shuffling, handshakes, and then an air-kiss for me, and Charlie walked off. John opened the door for me and we finally headed off. Thirty minutes later, we turned off the M1 at Mount White and drove toward the river. Six minutes later we pulled into a long drive. My first glance of the house was a few sheds then, of all things, a huge chicken coop before my first sight of the house.

  Reddish stained wood among the trees. I spied the river and then the house was revealed in all its glory, nestled on the side of a large rocky yet tree-covered hill and overlooking the river. John parked the car underneath a double-sized carport and helped me out of the car.

  “I’ll put the car in the garage later.”

  John took me on a tour. I didn’t think I shut my mouth the whole time. It hung open in absolute amazement as I fell in love. The place was like some huge log cabin built on steroids, with wide, covered decks all around and lots of glass sliding doors and walls. There were odd corners where the house had actually been built around the massive sandstone rocks and we came across them all through the house. It was simply amazing.

  The great room was, well, great. Enormous but very welcoming. Then we walked into a kitchen that any chef would be envious off. Next a sitting room—two walls made from large river stones ending in one of those large rocks and of all things, a glass room for wine!

  There was also a very large empty room at one of the corners of the house on this level. It had its own half-bathroom and two walls opened onto the deck. John told me he had no idea what to use it for.

  Bedrooms, several of them, each with their own luxury bathroom. Then the main bedroom wing. Yes, a whole wing only for John. I was sure my whole unit could fit in his actual bedroom, but it was gorgeous. The wooden log walls had all been painted in a soft cream, the floors a polished wood. Two walls were glass and could be opened onto a wide deck. It reminded me of the holiday villa. We could lie in bed and watch the world go by, although it was higher up.

  Then there was the master bathroom. Okay, I figured I could spend a day in there. Enormous shower, huge spa bath, his and hers basins, I could hold a party in there. More glass, in fact, the shower and bath looked out over the river. The dressing room and walk-in made me envious.

  Before I sank into absolute jealousy, John led me out through another sitting room with an enormous fire, and then down some beautiful sandstone stairs. This level had a sauna, a media room, and a full bathroom attached to another empty room, beat me what for. Out through the glass doors onto another covered deck was a swimming pool. We went back upstairs and John opened one of the sliding walls and I could see outside. There was a large, mowed grass area leading down to the boathouse and pier. The rest of the land was natural bushland, complete with huge rocks. Yep, this place was huge with a capital H.

  “Down on the bottom level is the
pump house, garages, storage. Didn’t think you wanted to see that.”

  “My God, John, this place is… hell, it’s enormous.”

  “Yeah, I know, probably a bit too big, but when you’ve lived all your life in tiny apartments you want to be able to spread.”

  “Wow, you’ll certainly be able to spread.”

  “True, but big question. Do you like it?”

  “Like it? No, I love it!”

  He grinned at me like a little kid and pulled me into an embrace.

  “I did notice something strange. Where’s the furniture. There’s hardly any.”

  “Yes, well, slight problem. I needed to buy a lot but haven’t.”

  “Why on earth not?”

  “This is going to sound stupid.” He seemed embarrassed as he continued, “When I came back and couldn’t find you, I had this crazy idea that if I held off buying most things, I’d find you.”

  “That’s crazy!”

  “But it worked.”

  I craned my neck to peer up at him and shook my head. He winked.

  “Didn’t it?”

  “I guess so.”

  “Hey, want to go shopping tomorrow? I need a few things.”

  I started to laugh then I couldn’t stop. Need a few things? That was the understatement of the year.

  “I’m thinking we could get some outdoor furniture then we could sit on the deck and enjoy the view, as well as beds for the spare rooms. I guess I need a few more couches for some of the other rooms. Oh, and maybe a television.”

  “You do know you’re crazy, don’t you?”

  “Mmm, crazy for you.”

  He kissed me then and you know what? I would have gone shopping that very instant if he’d keep doing it. Still, I had to admit I was excited to be able to buy things for this lovely house. We walked back into the kitchen and John proceeded to make me a tea while he prepared dinner.

  “I see you have your kitchen organized.”

  “I bought the fridge, but the rest was mine. A friend packed up all my stuff in a container and shipped it over. I unpacked it over a few weeks then sent the container back to the shipping company.”

  “That was good. Did you have much beside clothing and your kitchen stuff?”

  “An apartment full. You saw all my books in piles on the floor, I was thinking of getting someone in to build shelves for them. Linens and stuff are all packed away. My furniture was sold off. Would have cost a fortune to ship all that over as well, plus I don’t think it would have suited the place.”

  “Okay, so it’s only furniture you need?”

  “Yes, although I’ll need more linens for the extra beds and more towels.”

  “Maybe you should make a list.”

  “I have.” He pointed with his head. “On the fridge.”

  I walked around the large island counter and read the note. It was like the house—enormous.

  “Hell, John, I hope you’ve robbed a bank lately because all this is going to cost a fortune.”

  He shrugged. “I’m comfortable, have enough to keep me in the finer things for the remainder of my life. I told you I get a pension from my work and I have insurance from my injuries. I have money I inherited as well. We can go shopping without any reservations. Don’t worry about price tags, as long as we like it, we buy it.”

  I’d already figured John must have money—little things he’d said, the car he drove, the fact he’d bought this house. But it sounded like he had a lot more than I imagined. Regardless, merely the fact we could shop without checking the price was an offer too good to resist.

  I drank my coffee standing up and read the list again. No kitchen stools, but I thought they needed to be on there. I grabbed a pen off the counter and added them. John read over my shoulder.

  “Good idea, forgot them. Can you add rugs for the bedroom floor? Actually, you’d better make sure I haven’t forgotten anything else.”

  In the end, we walked around the house again, list in hand, and added a few things like lamps, coffee tables, and cushions. By then, John was limping badly and it was close to six-thirty. John made me sit on the only settee while he finished dinner. We ate, balancing the plates on our laps, and I thought the sooner he got a table and chairs, the better.

  “I like your friend Charlie.”

  “I thought you said he was Cerberus?”

  “Well, I’ve change my mind.”

  “That wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact the pair of you wanted to stick your heads in the engine of your car for a while, would it?”

  John laughed. “Maybe.”

  “You guys are all the same, a fancy car and you’re all excited.”

  “I did promise to take him for a ride.”

  “I’m sure there’ll be plenty of opportunities to do that.”

  “You said he’s your friend as well as an employee?”

  “Yes, very much so. He and his partner Justin, plus a married couple Becky and Cass, they’re my best friends. You’ll like them all, I think.”

  “Charlie’s gay?” He sounded rather shocked.

  “Yes. Is that a problem?”

  I was worried. I loved Charlie like a brother. If John was homophobic then I wasn’t sure what would happen.

  “Hell no. I’m very surprised. He didn’t give out any vibes.”

  “A lot of people are stunned when they discover. For some reason, they think if you’re gay you should fit the stereotype. Mind you, Charlie can pull it off to a ‘T’ but what you saw is the real Charlie. Oh, and don’t get him talking about motor bikes, he’ll never shut up.”

  “Bikes? He likes bikes? That’s fantastic. I do too.”

  I groaned. I could imagine the two of them now, poring over cars and bikes leaving Justin and me to twiddle our thumbs.

  “Does he have a bike?”

  “Yes, he and Justin both have Harleys.”

  “What sort?”

  “Eh? A Harley.”

  John shook his head and kissed my forehead. “Don’t worry, I’ll ask Charlie.”

  John had cleared up from dinner and we were now relaxing on the settee. It was quiet and very peaceful. It was easy to see how wonderful it would be to live here, close enough to the busy world but just far enough away to shut the door on it. Somehow, we ended up in bed with John making love to me as if I were the most precious thing in the world. I fell asleep wrapped in the protection of his arms.

  ****

  The next day was devoted to shopping.

  I’d never had carte blanche before and it was fun. We worked our way down John’s list, stopping for coffee in the morning and then lunch. By then, John was limping rather badly and I was all for calling it a day, but he wanted to at least get the outdoor furniture crossed off the list.

  “John, you can barely walk. It will wait.”

  “No, please one more shop. I really want the outdoor stuff.”

  I rolled my eyes at that point. Mind you, we’d done a lot. We’d crossed off almost everything on the list, including a huge television, a DVD player, and a stereo system. Thankfully he’d found a magnificent dining table and chairs for twelve with a sideboard and buffet to match, all in natural wood.

  He’d ordered some recliner couches for the media room. They would take a few weeks to make. Beautiful soft leather in a light tan—two doubles and two singles.

  Despite my “nagging”, we called into an outdoor furniture place and John almost bought everything he saw. He got a gorgeous settee—a four seater in wicker with wheat-colored cushions, and then he found a table and ten chairs to match. That got added to the list. Because there were actually two decks that wrapped around three sides of the house, he decided he needed more. So two double sun lounges in the same design were added for the area off the master bedroom.

  Of course that meant another a small table and chairs for that area. Oh, and two more sun lounges and another four seater, as well as umbrellas, tables, and chairs for beside the pool.

  My God, the man was
a shopaholic!

  As we headed to the cash register, he saw barbecues. As soon as he spied them I knew exactly what would happen. Yep—he bought one of those. Mind you, not a simple six burner. Oh no. He had to buy an entire outdoor kitchen!

  Six burners, benches, a fridge, drawers, storage, a sink, and a pizza oven!

  Oh yes—plus all the tools to match. He arranged for someone to deliver it and install it all together for him as well. It could be fitted to the natural gas he had in the house and to the water. Made me realize this man didn’t do things by halves. I had no idea how much he ended up spending on the day. I did know the barbecue had a price tag of seven thousand before he added in the pizza oven and the installation!

  By the time we arrived home, he was almost dragging his leg. I made him get out of the car at the top of the house alongside the carport. There was no way he would make it up the three flights of stairs to the main living area. Then I got to drive the car down to the garage. I was in love. It drove like a dream. I wondered if I could coax him into letting me take it for a proper spin. When I got back inside, he was lying on the couch, his face ashen.

  “Do you have anything stronger than aspirin, hun?”

  “Bathroom cabinet.” He almost grunted his answer.

  I went to the master bedroom wing and rummaged, finding some Endone. I gave him a tablet and together we managed to get him into the bedroom and on the bed. After taking off his shoes, I went to leave him sleep, but he grabbed my hand so I lay alongside.

  “I’m sorry, dearest, I should have listened to you.”

  “It’s okay. Just rest.”

  “How did I get this lucky to find you?”

  “Beats me. I guess we are meant to be.”

  “We are.”

  Within ten minutes, he was asleep. I carefully got out of bed and decided to walk down to the little jetty thing. Grabbing a warm top, I headed down the stairs. At the bottom was a ramp, then more steps leading to a huge sandstone outcrop. Whoever had lived here before had made a shelter here. I bet John didn’t even know. He’d told me he hadn’t risked climbing down to the jetty in case he couldn’t get back up. Here was this delightful natural grotto-shelter thing. There was sandstone paving, and the huge rock curved back and around to make a back and side wall. The previous owner had constructed a roof to blend in and it was large enough to shelter a few dozen people. I had a pretty good idea once John saw it he’d be buying more outdoor furniture.