Unorthodox Dom: (New Adult BDSM Romance) (The Unorthodox Trilogy)

by Lilah E. Noir

  “You can rest assured, that is not my thing.” I scrunched my face at the thought. “I can think of other liquids I want to pour all over your face.”

  “If we had met outside of this place, I’d never have thought a guy like you would have such a dirty mind. I love that.” Kat ran her fingers over my knuckles.

  Why was Allie taking such a long time with the drinks? Oh wait, I didn’t care.

  “One more thing, Thomas. Mistress Sheila told you I’m a masochist. Pain is my bread and butter. You’re hesitant because you must learn how to hurt without causing harm, right? That’s natural. Once you get better at causing pain...” She reached out to touch my face. “Don’t treat me like a porcelain doll. You won’t damage me if you get harder on me. Remember I adore it and I need it.”

  “Why do you need to get hurt?” I blurted before I had thought the question through. Kat looked at me in a genuine surprise and confusion. She pulled her hand away and bit her lips.

  “Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to sound judgmental. I do want to hurt you and make you scream. It’s difficult to accept these sexual needs… and to be honest, I can’t wrap my mind around why someone would need pain. After all, I’m not a masochist.” My cheeks turned hot and I stuttered. “I mean… If I understand you, maybe I’ll understand myself.”

  “Yes… I was sure you weren’t judging me, just… no one ever asked me so directly. I never felt the need to explain it. It is…” Kat rolled over to rest on her hip, with her arm folded under her head. I tried to move away and give her more space. She held my hand in hers and rubbed her delicate fingers over mine.

  “It’s a long story, actually.”

  “I have the entire evening off.” I smiled at her and placed my other hand over her wrist.

  “Well… you will find it hard to believe, but I had a firm religious upbringing. My dad had very strict orders about everything and ruled our home with an iron fist.”

  I felt a twinge of sympathy.

  “Absolutely everything I loved was forbidden. I was crazy about makeup, pretty clothes, music, dancing. All of it was taboo and clashed with his Christian values. One of his principles was ‘Spare the rod and spoil the child’. I got in trouble a lot. I lived in the same room as my three sisters and there was no privacy. Once, when I was sixteen, my mother found a makeup kit and a cute, low-cut blouse. I bought them out of my savings. She tossed them in the trash but that wasn’t enough of a punishment. I got five strikes on my wrist with dad’s leather belt.”

  I was hoping to hear something different, that a boyfriend introduced her to spanking. The more she revealed, the nastier the feeling in my stomach got.

  “I… I’m sorry, that sounds—”

  “It’s awful, I know.” Kat cut me off and kept talking. It shocked me how chilled she was about this dark tale. “So… he knew how to hit so he’d hurt me without leaving any scars. I should have hated it but I didn’t. The sting against my flesh felt so... good. Sometimes I locked myself in the bathroom to slap my thighs with a hairbrush. It’s shameful but even small amounts of pain would get me wet.”

  It was hard to shake off how disturbing all of that was. There was something sinfully hot about it. No, not the part where her dad was beating her. It was the thought of young Kat hiding to play with herself after she spanked her thighs with a hairbrush.

  “It’s a pity I didn’t know you then. I’d have been happy to help you out.” I laughed nervously.

  “Would you?” Kat raised her eyebrow.

  “No.” I was blushing again. “I’d have been too horrified to talk to a pretty girl like you.”

  “I’d probably have to seduce you.” She licked her lips and quickly went back to her serious, reflective self. “So… I didn’t have many chances to masturbate. It’s a miracle if you get the bathroom to yourself for longer than ten minutes in a family with so many children.”

  Damn! My own childhood wasn’t half as bad as I thought. My mother was really intrusive and bossy but at least I had some privacy.

  “One Sunday, I pretended to be sick so I could skip church and stay home to masturbate.”

  I burst out laughing.

  “A girl after my own heart. Go on, tell me more.”

  “I took one of my father’s belts this time. I wanted to try a higher level of pain. Big mistake.” Kat looked down and clutched my hand a little tighter before uttering. “I might be over sharing...”

  “Come on, really?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the rest but she’d kindled my curiosity. I also didn’t want her to feel bad for her confession. “You can’t just leave me hanging. Tell me everything.”

  “Okay...” She smiled awkwardly. I noticed her nipples were getting harder and she pressed her thighs together. “I locked the door and thought I’d be safe for a few hours. So I stripped naked and laid on my bed with the belt in one hand.”

  Damn it. I had a bad feeling about what she’d tell me but the thought of her naked and preparing the belt for her milky white thighs as she was getting wet…

  Oh, snap out of it!

  “It wasn’t as effective as being whipped by someone else...” Her face got redder. “But it was still hotter than anything else I did. So, I was fingering myself and forming a stripe on my thigh with the belt. That was how my father found me. He came back earlier than planned.”

  “No...” My cock shriveled instantly. A nasty, uncomfortable lump formed in the pit of my stomach. “Please, don’t tell me that he...”

  She laid her gentle fingers under my chin and made me look at her.

  “Relax, Thomas, he didn’t rape me. He didn’t even touch me with his hand.”

  That reassured me a bit but the situation still felt pretty disturbing.

  “What happened?”

  Kat shrugged.

  “He looked at me with disgust. Then he ordered me to put one of my shirts on and come to the living room. When I got there, he told me to get down on my knees, hike my shirt up around my waist and look at the cross on the wall. I begged him to forgive me and promised I wouldn’t do it again.”

  How could she talk about it in such a calm, detached way? My brain couldn’t wrap around that. I wanted to shake her and hug her.

  Kat continued with an even tone.

  “So, he said he didn’t raise a whore for a daughter. I’d have to endure my punishment. He gave me ten strikes with his belt while I was saying the Lord’s Prayer. Then he sent me back to my room. I was supposed to stay in the corner, on my knees, until the family came back from church.”

  “Oh fuck. Kat, I… I’m not even sure what I’m supposed to say.”

  If her life experience was meant to put my fears to rest it failed. How many more wounds was this lovely girl hiding? Was I exploitative? Was her kink a product of her abuse? My head was spinning as if I were on a fierce roller coaster ride.

  “You don’t have to say anything, Thomas,” she said quietly and continued with a determined note in her voice. “Maybe you think I’m some poor, damaged bitch and you’ll ask Mistress Sheila to find you someone else—”

  “No, no.” I cut her off and squeezed her hand harder. “I can’t hold it...”

  “I loved it.”

  My jaw dropped and I blinked a few times. Her simple words knocked the wind out of me.

  “Don’t get me wrong, I was humiliated and sick with the thought it was my father who did it to me. It was awful. I hated him for it. It was a nasty, shameful feeling. But I adored the pain.” She sat up and hugged her knees. “It was a protective blanket around my mind, white hot and comforting. My flesh was in agony but my mind was at peace. I switched off and forget where I was, who was doing it to me.”

  I’d never felt such empathy with anyone as in that moment when she revealed that awful story of violence and shame. Her mixed emotions bewildered me and yet they made some twisted sense.

  “When he left I was in the corner with welts rising on my ass. I’ve never felt so horny in my entire life. My body was on fire and I
was sopping wet… It couldn’t get worse so I slipped a hand between my legs and… that was my first powerful orgasm. It will probably never make sense to you.” Kat gave me a weak, apologetic smile. “The pain purified me like I was both safe and free from everything.”

  I didn’t say anything. I reached for her face and stroked it with a thumb, as tenderly as possible. Kat leaned into my palm and closed her eyes again. There was nothing sexual about our moment but it thrilled me. She was so beautifully honest while sharing her experience.

  “So, you don’t think I’m a freak?”

  “On the contrary. You are the biggest freak I’ve ever met but guess what? I love it.” I reached out to kiss her cheek. “What happened after that?”

  “It was shortly after I turned eighteen as I was about to finish high school. I was being an obedient daughter and waited until graduation. One night, I packed my things, left them a note and never went back.”

  That made me sigh with relief. I hardly knew her but I found myself caring for her wellbeing. It made me sick to think of her in such a toxic environment.

  Oh well, I had no idea if her current situation was better.

  “So, to answer your question, I know what you’re going through, Thomas. Don’t be fooled by my bravado. I went through a lot of guilt. I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror. I mean, it was my own father who became the reason for my first intense sexual experience. That messed me up.”

  I rubbed her jaw and just looked at her with sympathy.

  “I decided I’d be through with it but I could never forget how good it felt. I was totally lost before I met Mistress Sheila. She made me realize a simple truth that made everything easier.”

  “What was that?” I raised my eyebrow at her.

  “It was never about my father. He was just the inductor. The need to experience pain and submit was just a natural part of me. When I realized, I never thought of him again and I never felt guilty.”

  I nodded and ran my fingers through her hair when she finished talking, trembling a little. Her eyes were wide open, alive with all the mixed feelings she kept locked inside with the lid on.

  “So… I found happiness by kneeling for someone stronger and letting them hurt me, please me, and put me through my paces. What you need to figure out is what dominating someone means to you. I’m sure it is just part of who you are but you have to figure it out yourself.”

  She paused for a moment.

  “Will I see you again next time or have I completely freaked you out?” She was desperate for reassurance in spite of my tender gestures and earlier words.

  Kat was right. I had a lot of things to figure out for myself. For the first time, this didn’t scare me. I looked forward to my path of self-discovery and was more than happy to have her as a companion.

  I tangled my fingers in her hair and tugged it back gently. I leaned forward to place a kiss on her lips. Kat gasped and opened her mouth wider, expecting to feel my tongue. She bared her teeth and moaned softly.

  I pulled back and let go of her with a devilish smile.

  “I can’t wait until our next meeting, gorgeous.” I patted her cheek and she laughed, shaking her head.

  “See, you are already mastering the tease. You’ll become a panty melting Dom in no time.”

  V

  The metal clung to her tender skin. Kat gasped when I tugged the chain and started working on her other nipple. I screwed the mechanism around the sensitive tips until they were rock hard from the rush of blood. Her pupils widened when I yanked the silver links of the nipple clamp chain even harder.

  That day, Allie had dimmed the lights and lit a few mulled wine scented candles on the bedside table. The sweet fragrance of melting wax was filling the room. It was also filling my mind with wicked thoughts of what I’d do with them.

  Just last time, Kat had shared how much she loved being covered in hot wax.

  She struggled to keep her head straight and maintain eye contact but I had forbidden her to look away. That was one of the rules I’d come up with over the last month. Kat wasn’t permitted to lower her head or avoid my gaze unless the position didn’t allow her or I ordered otherwise.

  “Your eyes are too beautiful,” I told her with surprising firmness during our second session. “In the scene, you agree to be mine. If you avoid eye contact, you deny me the sight of what belongs to me. I’ll punish you if you disobey and I’ll make sure you won’t enjoy the consequences. Do you understand, pet?”

  I adored looking at her eyes while torturing, hurting or pleasuring her. It was becoming one of my favorite things during our scenes. She was so expressive and her emotions were thrilling to me, like her naked body, sassy tongue and how she surrendered to pain, to anguish, to me.

  Kat was someone I could never get tired of studying. There was always something fascinating I was yet to discover of her.

  I ran my fingers down the rope that kept her wrists together. The hemp fabric was rough and scratched her skin. My heart swelled with pride at the sight of her rope cuffs. After so many hours of practice, I could finally tie a perfect knot from scratch. It would leave beautiful marks after I removed them and left her fully naked, except for her simple training collar.

  That’s all she had on apart from the ropes I wound around her wrists and ankles. When I finished with the nipple clamps, I ordered Kat to roll over onto her belly on top of Allie’s bed. I also tied her hands to her legs with another length of rope. Her whole body was pulled like a string, making it even harder for my poor victim to look down or lower her head. She was moaning and wiggling in the tight rope while I was restraining her and brushing my fingers down her sensitive spine. Hopefully, my smile looked cruel enough.

  I’d seen her naked more times than I had seen my ex-girlfriend and yet I hadn’t even kissed her.

  Well… I kind of had. It was more of a tease, though.

  Either way, I wanted to fuck her so badly my mind was spinning. Kat was spread before me like a delicious feast, helpless and sopping wet. Her lips were open in a constant moan. All I had to do was take my jeans off and shove my cock inside her.

  Kat wouldn’t complain if I took her right there. She confessed she loved being forced and manhandled during a scene. It would blow her mind if I pushed her even deeper into subspace and claimed her as my slut.

  In that moment, though, in that stage of total lust, I could detach myself and remain in control. My violent, horny side would not overrule me. I could keep it caged and prove I was stronger.

  It’d be easy to take her, to fuck her. Even Allie wouldn’t stop me. That was how much I desired Kat.

  I wouldn’t do that.

  She had to ask for it…

  No.

  If she wanted me to screw her pussy raw and give her my seed, she’d have to straight up beg for it.

  The magic wand vibrator came to life when I plugged it in the outlet. I pushed the rotating, buzzing head between her thighs, brought together by the rope, and left it to grind against her pussy. Kat breathed in and screamed out at the top of her lungs when the vibrations went through her soaked cunt. She pressed her legs together even tighter and arched her neck. The sex toy was hitting all her weak spots, ready to push her over the edge.

  Not yet.

  I shifted my eyes to meet Allie’s gaze. She was standing next to the bed, in her full Mistress Sheila attire—corset, fishnet stockings and a cruel smirk.

  I picked up a riding crop, placed it under Kat’s chin and caressed it with the rough rectangular piece of leather.

  “Is my little whore enjoying the wand against her needy cunt?”

  “Sir, please, it’s too much...” Tears were rolling down her cheeks. A part of me urged me to stop the scene. I ignored it and kept stroking her face with the crop, careful not to hurt her.

  “Is that a safeword, pet?”

  “N-no but… Oh, please, stop.”

  “You want me to stop?” I pulled the crop back from her reddened face and smacked her rump ha
rd, leaving a beautiful mark. She cried even harder when I repeated the movement on her other cheek, with an identical signature. Her tears were falling freely while I slowly built up a rhythm. I withdrew the vibrator from her pussy so I wouldn’t overwhelm her. After a slow moment of rest, I shoved it back in an abrupt movement, grasped her hair and bent her head back.

  “You sure you want me to stop?” I timed my question with a fast and cruel hit across her flesh, already streaked with red lines and rising welts. She closed her eyes and mewled desperately. Her body tightened in an attempt to gain some control. My grasp on her luscious locks didn’t ease.

  “I asked you a question, slut. Do you want me to stop?” I brought my face closer to hers, so close I could kiss her. Her lips were so tempting.

  “N-no… yes… no…” Kat was rambling, tightening her ass muscles and attempting to raise herself. “Please… please...”

  “What are you asking me for, little one?” I whispered against her lips and hit her hard with the riding crop. It would leave a bruise on her delicious ass, a token of our meeting.

  Her next cry, filled with such a desperate plea, shocked the hell out of me. I almost dropped the crop.

  “Please, fuck me!” She growled and pushed her body higher. Her toes curled hard and she started writhing like a horny snake. “Please, sir, Master. I’ll do anything. Fuck me. I need this so much.”

  I looked at Allie and felt the knot of nervousness and its poisonous threads inside me. The bravado I’d been building drained from me for one short moment. Was I supposed to give in to her plea? She looked like she was craving it. Could she really think when her body was in heat?

  Pain was her bread and butter.

  Did she truly want it or did her favorite aphrodisiac turn her brain into mush?

  We’d been having these training sessions for the last month. Kat flirted with me all the time. I was slowly shredding my old awkwardness. I loved taking care of her after the scenes. It was intriguing to learn more of her life, to enjoy her company and purring voice.

  Sometimes, there was so much sexual tension between us, such an intense chemistry. Especially when she was on her knees, taking her pain in a beautiful way.