‘No, I’m afraid you are wrong there,’ Eleanor says with a smile.
Dominica looks at her suspiciously. ‘Wrong? How do you mean…wrong?’
‘Well, what I mean is – it’s not like your car. It is your car.’
‘Oh, I wish it was. But my car went up in smoke last night.’
‘Which is why Max asked me to find you a new one to replace it.’ Eleanor stretches out her hand and drops a set of keys into Dominica’s hand. ‘Here…these are yours.’
Dominica stares at the keys in disbelief. She looks to Max for confirmation. ‘Yes, it’s all yours Dominica. All bought and paid for. And don’t try to refuse it politely…after all you’ve been through lately, you deserve some good news. It’s a gift. No strings attached.’
Dominica tries very hard not to do a gulping goldfish impression – it wouldn’t look good in front of Miss Boobs-And-Bum. She manages to squeak out some appreciation.
‘Why, thank you Max. I can’t believe it. It’s absolutely wonderful. And thank you Eleanor for arranging it…’
‘No problem at all. But if you’ll excuse me, I’ll leave you two to discuss the details. I have other matters I really must attend to.’
Eleanor makes a discreet disappearance. Dominica hugs Max hard, as much out of relief as out of thanks. Maybe Eleanor isn’t Miss Executive Girlfriend after all.
‘Well,’ says Max. ‘Are we going for a ride, or what?’
‘Oh, of course!’ Dominica presses the remote to open the doors and they both get in, with Dominica in the driver’s seat. She can’t believe this is hers. She has never had a brand-new car before. It looks and smells like it has just rolled off the production line. It’s just like her old car…except so much better. She turns the key in the ignition and revs the engine. It roars ferociously. She slips the shift into Drive and edges cautiously out of the garage.
‘It drives like a dream,’ she says, and that is no exaggeration.
Dominica takes the car out of the driveway and onto the open road. She drives through open country, enjoying putting the car through its paces. Max looks relaxed and happy to be with her, enjoying the gift of giving. They climb to the top of the cliffs along the ocean road, and after a while, Dominica pulls to a halt at a deserted viewing station. She faces the car towards the ocean, giving them a spectacular view of the waves breaking on the rocks below.
‘Thank you so much, Max. I don’t know how I can ever repay you for this.’
‘You don’t’ have to. I didn’t do much really. I just authorized the payment. Eleanor did all the work. She had to pull a few strings to get the car ready in such a short space of time. But then she is very dependable like that – which is why I employ her, of course.’
Dominica takes the opportunity to drop a hint. ‘I thought perhaps there might be other reasons. She is a very attractive lady.’
Max turns to look at her, the penny clearly only just dropping. ‘Oh…you thought there might be something going on between me and Eleanor?’ He looks amazed, incredulous.
‘She is beautiful, Max. I don’t see how you could fail to be attracted to her.’
Max grins. ‘Yes, she is a stunner, I won’t deny that. But she is also a very happily married woman with a two-year old son who is her pride and joy.’
‘Oh…really?’ Dominica is visibly relieved. It’s hard to believe that the perfectly-shaped Eleanor has given birth to a whole human being, but Dominica is very pleased to hear the news.
‘And that’s not all,’ Max continues. ‘She is married to a great guy, Bradley, who I consider a personal friend. He’s a lovely man, but he is very possessive of the love of his life. And seeing as he used to be a college football quarterback, he’s not the kind of guy you want to mess with. If he were to find me trying something on with Eleanor, he would knock me into a week next Wednesday. So my relationship with Eleanor is purely professional, and always will be.’
‘Oh.’
Dominica can only manage one monosyllable, but that one syllable speaks a volume of a thousand words. She is relieved, happy, glad…delighted that things are not as she thought.
Max leans over and kisses Dominica on the cheek.
‘I’m a one-woman man, Ginger. I may have my faults, but two-timing women is not one of them. Heck, let’s be honest – one woman is more than enough trouble for a man to deal with. Who in his right mind would want two on the go at the same time?’
She looks at him and sees he is laughing. ‘Come on,’ he says. ‘We haven’t finished with the surprises yet. Let’s start this baby up, and see how quickly it can get us home.’
Dominica doesn’t need to be asked twice. She starts up the car, reverses onto the road, then accelerates down the hill – thoroughly enjoying every moment. The miles tick by quickly, and in no time at all they are rocking up the driveway and pulling up in front of Max’s house.
Jo comes running out, pulling the driver’s door open as Dominica pulls to a stop.
‘I just heard about this car!’ she exclaiMs ‘Is it really ours?’
‘It sure is, honey. Isn’t that amazing? We owe Max so much.’
‘You don’t know the half of it, Mom. You’ll have to take me for a drive later. But first, you gotta see this…’
‘See what?’
‘Just come and see.’
Dominica looks at Max. ‘Do you know what she’s talking about?’
Max shrugs, but he can barely suppress a smile. Oh, yes, he knows all right. What the heck is it now? Jo practically drags her mother from the car and tows her into the house, up the stairs and into the bedroom that Jo has claimed as her own. She flings open the doors of the closet and says, ‘look!’
This time, Dominica is one step ahead of her – or at least half a step. For a brief moment, she expects to find the closet full of exotic female underwear. After all, Max has proved that to be his style. But instead, she sees racks of teenage clothing of the kind that Jo wears.
‘See – that’s what Max and that other woman…what’s her name? Oh, yes…Eleanor. That’s what they were asking Maryanne about. What kind of clothes I liked, what kind of things I would have lost in the fire. And then Eleanor went out and bought all this. And apparently it’s all for me. Can you believe it?’
‘I’m beginning to think anything is possible with Max Rockford. And to think I suspected him of having something going on with Eleanor!’
Jo looks at her mother, her eyes as wide as saucers. ‘Oh, so you really thought that? No wonder you got the hump this afternoon. So you thought he was getting off with his personal assistant, and all the time they were arranging the surprise of a lifetime for us.’
‘Yes, well. That’s not exactly how I would word it, but that’s basically the way it looked.’
‘Hmmm. It didn’t look that way to anyone else but you, Mom. Jeez, I didn’t think you were the jealous type.’
‘Yes, well, I can see now that it was all a mistake. But a very easy one to make.’
‘I think you owe him an apology, then. I’m going to spend the evening right here, trying out all this gear. That means you will have plenty of space to make things up with Max.’
‘Are you sure, Jo? I would like to have a word with him in private.’
‘It’s going to have to be more than a word, Mom. You practically accused him of cheating on you. You’ll have to do something special to make up for that.’
‘So…it’s OK with you if I spend the night with Max. You don’t mind?’
Jo comes closer and whispers in Dominica’s ear.
‘Mom, after everything Max has done for us, you have my full permission to go and bang his brains out. Anything less would just be plain rude.’
For once, Dominica does exactly as her daughter suggests.
14: Let The Games Begin
Despite all the candles surrounding her, Dominica does not feel this moment as a mere romantic one. It’s so much more than that…it is intensely erotic, and then some. Erotic and exotic in the extreme – pushing her
to the ultimate limits of her newly-discovered sexuality. For the first time in her life, she is opening the floodgates to new heights of unimaginable animal pleasures. And it feels so damned gooood!
She lies back on the huge bed, feeling the cold metal of the steel shackles that bind her wrists to the bedhead, breathing in the heady new-leather scent of the black collar around her neck, and awaiting his next move with glorious, almost orgasmic anticipation. The excitement is almost too much to bear, endorphins flooding her with the unbridled joy of expectation.
Is this really her? Dominica Dunn, the sane, sensible soccer mom and strong-minded businesswoman? The independent and dependable pillar of the community who had never let her hair down in all her 33 years? If only the PTA could see her now. Shock doesn’t adequately describe what they would feel. Apoplexy, more like. She would be banned, humiliated, expelled for ever and punished.
Not that punishment seems such a bad idea any more. She is discovering that in expert hands, the experience of just the right amount of stimulation is a truly liberating one. In the last few days, she has truly been to places she had never been before. A whole new world has opened up for her, a Pandora’s Box of wicked delights and pleasures. She has learned that submission can be not just exciting, but exhilarating – breaking down the narrow divide between pain and pleasure to experience the orgasmic seismic shock that true sexual freedom delivers.
But now she must concentrate. There are too many sensations to enjoy, and she wants to miss none of them. She can see nothing, thanks to the blindfold that bites tightly against her skull. But she can hear him approaching the bed. She waits for the first touch. What will it be? The gentle caress of a loving kiss? Or the stinging switch of a bamboo cane? Or something else altogether…a new sensation…something she has yet to experience? There is no way of knowing. She must wait and savor the moment. Waiting and not knowing is part of the pleasure. But now she is desperate for the next experience. She hears his breath, deep and slow. In her mind, she imagines him naked, the dark hairs on his powerful chest rising and falling as he prepares for the exertions to come, whatever they may be. In her mind’s eye, she sees his erection, proud and hard as always, stimulated by the exposed white flesh of her near naked body. She enjoys the knowledge that she can affect him in this way, understanding that he is not the only one who has power, no matter how helpless she may be right now. She can control his stimulation, his pleasure, his enjoyment of the moment, just through the beauty of her flesh alone. The thought makes her giddy.
Then she feels a touch, and her body flinches in a reaction she can’t control, adrenaline flooding her body and making her even more aware of every sensation. She hears the sharp intake of her own breath, ready for whatever comes next. But this time it is just a kiss…no, a lick. His tongue gently flicks across her belly button, then across the flat plane of her stomach. She relaxes for a moment, enjoying the tactile sensation. With her sense of sight lost for the moment, she finds that she becomes more aware of her other senses. She feels the contours of his tongue as he explores and enjoys. She hears the squeak of the bed springs as he climbs onto the bed, and she inhales the acrid smoke of the candles that burn so brightly around her.
She wants him right now…to feel the weight of his body pressing down on hers, his chest pressing against her naked breasts…his manhood pushing into her for release and bringing them both to a shuddering climax. But no, not yet. Maybe later…maybe not. He will decide, she will enjoy. She feels his tongue descending slowly down her body, flicking across one hip bone, and then the other. The sensation is moist, warm, caring and gentle. These are good sensations, to be enjoyed and savored for as long as possible. The nerve endings under her skin seem more sensitive than ever, lapping up every touch, and relaying and multiplying the pleasure sensations that are flooding her brain.
She arches her back as his tongue descends deeper, down between her legs to the soft and moist oasis of femininity below. He pulls away.
‘You are ready. Let the games begin,’ he says, his voice stern and commanding. Yes, let the games begin again, she says to herself. It seems incredible that she is here, right now, in this place – with him. Who would have thought it? Why only a few weeks ago, she was a lonely single mother. Now she had all the attention she could possibly wish for.
Dominica feels his touch inside her, gently exploring her outer labia. Fingers this time…she was hoping for another part of his anatomy, but she can wait. The tension of anticipation is so thrilling. He explores deeper and deeper inside her, feeling her wetness and reveling in it. She wants to see him, but all she can see is darkness. She must imagine how he looks, how he is looking at her. She feels his body moving closer to hers, and she knows that this will be the moment of penetration. She tenses as his erect organ slips inside her.
How does it always feel so big, so masculine, so desirable?
Dominica is breathing faster now. She can smell the aromas of sex, their combined excitement enriching the atmosphere. She can almost taste it, a rich texture of desire and wanton abandon. Most of all, she can feel his manhood penetrating inside, pushing her flesh apart and seeking fulfilment deep within her. His strokes are coming faster now. His chest touches against her back, sparking another feeling of stimulation.
This is good. No, this is better than good. This is the best. This is what she wants from life – sexual fulfilment at the ultimate level. The more he thrusts, the deeper he seems to go, exploring the depths of her body and touching her most intimate places. He is hitting the right spot, that’s for sure. She can sense his excitement, too, she can hear him panting from the pleasure of fucking with abandon. She knows that he wants her, he finds her desirable, irresistible, and the knowledge turns her on even more. The intensity of the pleasure grows and expands within her, until she finally climaxes loudly and excitedly.
Max slows down, allowing her to enjoy the intensity of the moment, and to extract every last ounce of pleasure from her release. Eventually, he leans forward and whispers in her ear.
‘Was that good, Cinderella?’
‘Yes, oh so good.’
‘Great. Let’s try something new.’
Max makes some adjustments, and Dominica finds herself lying face down on the bed, helpless and expectant. What does he have in mind for her now? Will she like it? Will she enjoy it? Will she cross the barrier from pain into pleasure? She has no idea, but she is achingly willing to find out. Life with Max is an adventure, and adventurers must be willing to experiment with the unknown.
She waits.
She doesn’t have to wait long. She feels Max’s fingers again, caressing her buttocks. He runs fingers down the crack of her bum cheeks, but this time he is not seeking her vagina. With an intake of breath, she realizes he has another destination in mind. She feels his finger probing gently against her rectum, then gently slipping inside. She gasps. This is an entirely new experience for her, and she doesn’t know what she thinks of it.
Is it bad? Is it good? Strangely, it seems to be both.
She senses the lube on his fingers that enables him to slip easily inside her. The sensation is strange, unfamiliar. It is exciting, yet so unexpected. But this is just the prelude, the warm up to the main thrust of the action. Max removes his finger, and then she feels something else probing in the same place. It’s his penis, hard and impossibly large for the place it is about to enter. But the lube helps, and she feels his cock pushing gently yet firmly inside her ass. She tries to relax, to be open to the possibility. But even though Max is gentle and slow, she feels a stab of pain. She holds her breath, and then the pain is past and he is deeper inside her. Now the pain gives way to pleasure, and she enjoys a man inside her in a whole new way. This is something she has never even fantasized about, something that was way beyond her horizon of possibilities. Yet now she is discovering that there is more than one way to fuck, more than one way to be pleasured by a man.
The sensation is so surprising, so different from vaginal sex. The
feeling is more intimate, more raw and sensual. As she becomes more comfortable, Max becomes more urgent, pushing deeper inside her and thrusting harder. She spreads her legs as wide as she can, allowing him better access to bring her more pleasure. Orgasm does not come as quickly as usual. The strange sensation affects her in an entirely new way. But after a while, the familiar feeling grows within her belly.
‘Don’t stop, Max,’ she cries. ‘Fuck me this way until I come.
Max has no intention of stopping. He has built up a steady rhythm now, plunging and withdrawing, plunging and withdrawing again. Dominica winces as both pain and pleasure intermingle in her mind. Then pleasure wins out and she allows herself to climax. Her orgasm comes in an unusual way, building slowly, and then rippling through her in a gentle wave of enjoyment. The sensation is a giddy one that makes her head spin. Max comes close behind her. She feels his cock pulsating as he ejaculates into her ass.
When they are finally done for the night, the domination of Dominica Dunn is complete. The last week has seen her life turned upside down in many ways - from the horrendously bad to the outrageously good.
But although a whole range of emotions are rocking through her body, she is happier now than she has been since…well, as long as she can remember. She turns over to look at the man who is now slipping into sleep beside her. The archetypal tall, dark stranger – except that this particular man is stranger than any she has met before, whether tall and dark or not. Dominica thinks back to the night they met, with her stranded at the roadside, wet and miserable. At the time, the flat tire seemed like the worst possible end to her miserable day. Now it seems like an enormous stroke of luck, the best thing that has happened to her since Jo was born.
The future is a mystery, that’s for sure. So much has changed in the last week that she cannot imagine what life will be like a year from now. The only thing she knows for certain is that Max will take her to many new horizons. Dominica Dunn rests her head against the chest of Max Rockford, multi-millionaire, and tries to get some sleep.
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