The Dom Who Said Please

by Raven McAllan

  She liked the sound of that. “That I will look forward to. Theo, I have to thank you.”

  Chapter Six

  He put his fingers over her mouth. “The thanks is mine. For you to trust me is indeed all the thanks I need from you. To be the first one to make love to you is something I never thought possible. To be the one who shows you those joys as well as the ones of dominance and submission makes me both proud and apprehensive I will not make it as pleasurable as it should be. You know it will hurt at first?” he asked her.

  “But then that pain will go and you will experience something so beautiful it will take your breath away. Our bodies will dance and mesh and become as one, until that special sensation, the climax will overtake both of us and we cry out in our completion.”

  And he hoped to hell he remembered to withdraw before his seed filled her. Somehow, Theo didn’t think she’d appreciate being with child. Not yet.

  The thought of Eleanor, her belly swollen with his child, sent a tingle of anticipation through him.

  One day, perhaps? His mind went into overdrive as he imagined that scenario. First, though, he had to let her become comfortable with him in all ways. Their future was much too important to rush things. Slow, steady, and with them both happy would be his mantra from now on.

  Theo stood up with Eleanor still in his arms and swung her around in a circle. Her legs waved and she giggled. He went faster and she squawked. “Give over. You’ll make us both giddy.”

  He laughed. “I am giddy. Drunk with desire. Ready willing and hopefully able to do all we want.” He strode to the bed. “Are you too sore for me to drop you on your arse? Watch you bounce on the mattress and see your tits bobble and jiggle. Then desire you watch me strip. Come on top of you. Suckle you. Worship you. Take you.” His words aroused even him. “Be together as close as any man and woman ever can be.”

  She stared at him, her eyes bright, her skin flushed, and her breath coming out in tiny erotic pants.

  “Hell, woman, answer me, please,” Theo said, his voice rough with desire. “Or I’ll be so swollen I won’t get my trousers off over my cock without doing myself an injury. That would benefit neither of us.”

  Her eyes widened. “That would never do. Let me fall now, do the bounce and things you desire, and then you undress, as fast as you can.”

  “My pleasure.” He did as she requested, and in less than one minute, dropped naked down onto the bed next to her and looked at her as he considered his options.

  Eleanor returned his gaze. She bent her head and examined him with a thoroughness he admired. No coy or shyness there, thank goodness.

  “Do you like what you see?”

  She stared up at him. “What?”

  “My body. Does it interest you? Please you? Make you want to touch?’

  She blushed. “Oh, yes.”

  “Then, please, my love, feel free to do what you desire.” He could wait to make her his. For a short while, anyway. Theo rolled onto his back, stroked his wet cock, and inclined his head before he put his hands behind his neck. “All ready and waiting.”

  As he expected, his actions stretched his body and his staff rose out of its bed of wiry hair and swayed as if in welcome. One drop of pre-cum coated its head, another slid down its length.

  Eleanor swallowed. “Oh, my.” She moved and tentatively put one finger then her hand on him.

  Theo bit back the exclamation he had been going to make, tamped down his desire to show her how to move her hand over his, and stayed as he was. His prick was primed and ready to go. He didn’t want any accidents.

  “It is velvet-covered steel.” She sounded awed. “And.” One finger touched the tip where that pearled droplet quivered. “And this?”

  “Is the prelude to when I spill my seed. It shows how you excite me, how I want to be inside you. How ready I am. Makes me wet for ease of entry.”

  “Then maybe you best show me how it works?” Her voice quavered and strengthened. “The wetness?” She blushed and cleared her throat. “I experience something similar. It is … argh…”

  Theo stroked the downy curls that hid her channel and slid one finger easily into her moist depths. She clutched his shoulder. “Th … e … o. What?”

  “This is the rest of the prelude. You can still use your safe words if need be.” He added another finger. This time, she sighed and gave a soft mewl of satisfaction.

  “Go, go and go, and please, I want more.” She tugged at his wrist. “I need you in me. Now,” she added forcefully. “Right now.”

  He grinned. “Domming now, are you?’

  “Am I?” She giggled. “If knowing I need you in me so much that my skin is on fire and I’m shaking with anticipation, then yes.”

  That was what he’d hoped for. “Then, my Elle, I aim to please.” Theo dipped his head, took her nub in his mouth, ignored her shriek and the way she clutched his head, and sucked. Before he thought she would have time to assimilate that experience, he nipped each nipple in turn, settled himself between her legs, and then draped her ankles over his shoulders. A position that would give him ease of penetration and her the ability to grip on.

  “Arse not too sore?” he asked.

  “What?” She sounded puzzled. “Oh, no. Not at all.”

  “Good.” He angled the head of his cock at the entrance to her channel and pushed inside her. A scant inch at first, before he withdrew, and she gasped.

  “Is that it?”

  He rejoiced in the sound of her disappointment.

  “Not at all.” He repeated the movement over and over, delving deeper with each thrust until he reached the barrier of her maidenhead. “This is where it will hurt. Any pain after this is for pleasure only. I promise.” He withdrew, re-entered her slick smoothness, and thrust hard.

  The barrier dissolved and Eleanor gasped. “Argh … oh.” Her voice shook. “Oh.”

  Theo took his weight on his elbows, trying not to carry on. Making himself wait until she wriggled.

  “More.”

  Was there ever a time he was willing to obey? Theo moved. Tentatively at first until she matched his pace. Then he rode her. Hard and fast until she stiffened, tightened around him, and then melted, shook, and screamed as her climax overtook her. Eleanor clutched his scalp and convulsed as he let himself go and tried to pull out.

  “Oh, no. Stay. Stay and show me.” Her voice was thready. It trembled but there was enough determination in it for him to realize she meant what she said.

  He couldn’t have refused, even if the Prince Regent demanded it. Theo let himself go, thrust one last time, and his seed spilled into her, filling her, as he shouted his completion. It left him happy, sated, and drained. When had he ever felt like that before?

  Never.

  Theo slumped on top of Eleanor with his cock still buried deep inside her cunt and let his uneven breathing slow. He was only half-conscious of how she stroked his hair and held him tight. Eventually, he stirred.

  “I’m heavy.”

  “Yes,” Eleanor agreed in a soft voice that sent his mind into overdrive. “But it is a good heavy. I like to feel you hard and deep inside me.”

  He snorted. “Not so deep or so hard at the moment, but give me time.”

  “Give you … you mean we can do it all over again. Soon?”

  “Well, not too soon, but yes. Over and over.”

  “Oh, good. I want to learn more.” She giggled.

  He laughed.

  “Who knew something that sounds so messy could be so amazing and enjoyable and what … what have I done?” Eleanor sounded aghast. “What did I do wrong?”

  His softening cock had reached the entrance to her channel and, with her giggle and his laugh, slipped out of her with a gentle plop.

  “The spirit is willing the flesh is weak,” Theo said. “I want you, you want me, my prick—cock—staff—manhood—call it what you will, wants to recover. So we cuddle and doze before we see what comes next.”

  “That sounds good to me
. What does come next?”

  He pulled her into his arms. Eleanor rested her head on his shoulders and put her arm over his stomach.

  “That, my love, is up to you. You do realize I spilled into you and you could be with child? It can only take once. That is the first time I have ever filled a lady. I have always withdrawn before now.”

  “Oh. Right. Well, I also might not be.” Eleanor didn’t sound at all concerned. “But we will do it again. And you will not withdraw.” She sounded very determined. “I loved that feeling of the heat and seed from you inside me. Well, not withdraw unless you prefer to.”

  Theo considered. Of course, he preferred to come inside her. “I will not withdraw if that means one day we will be wed. When you are ready.”

  Eleanor lifted her head. “You want to marry me?”

  He hadn’t realized just how much. “I really do. One day.”

  Her smile was like the sun breaking through the clouds. Warm glorious and all for him. “I seem to be a contrary woman. So much for loving my life as it is. Or was. Now I know that one day we will be husband and wife.” She sobered. “Not yet though.”

  He grinned, kissed her hard, and then pinched each rosy nipple in turn. “When you are ready.”

  Eleanor wriggled until she was on top of him and slowly, sensuously moved until her quim was over his prick. She curled each of his nipples and laved them. “Is it as arousing for you as it is me?”

  “Oh, yes,” he confirmed as he waited to see what she would do next.

  “Oh, good. And if I sit on your staff and let you fill me that way, is it as good for you as I assume it will be for me?”

  He nodded as he wondered just what she was about. “Definitely.”

  “Then.” She lifted herself and stared at his now fully aroused and engorged cock. “Oh, look, he is ready to be pleasured. Shall I?”

  Theo grinned. He loved this mischievous side of his lady. “Why not?”

  Why not indeed? Eleanor took hold of his staff lowered herself onto it in one smooth heart-stopping, seed-inducing movement and began to ride.

  His eyes crossed with the effort not to take charge. To let her find her own way, her own pace, and bring them to fruition.

  It was hard, so bloody hard. But her expression of concentration, the way she used his nipples to anchor herself, her mewls and groans spurred him on. This was how it had to be.

  This time. He had to show his trust, his newfound love, and his respect. What better way than this? “Do as you want, my love. I am with you all the way.”

  Eleanor sighed, her breath hitched, and she moved faster until she stiffened like she had the last time.

  “Will you come for me, for us? Now, please, my Elle.”

  Her eyes opened and she laughed. Pure aroused enjoyment poured out of her. “Oh yes, my Sir. Now…”

  She screamed and he shouted as they came.

  “Mine forever,” he stated unevenly.

  “Mine forever,” she reiterated.

  The Dom who said please had everything he wanted.

  He had his lady, his sub.

  She had his heart.

  They had each other.

  The End

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  BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER

  A DOMME CALLED PET

  Dommissimma, 7

  Raven McAllan

  Copyright © 2016

  Sample Chapter

  “He’s talking crap. Utter bloody shite.” Petula Talbot fought to keep her voice down, as the guy on the lecture hall stage pontificated on. “The Dom is always right and the sub knows it,” she parroted in a low disgusted voice. “A woman can’t be in charge? What about all the female Dommes then? This is rubbish. Oh god, now he says that if you don’t do as he says you’re not into BDSM? What planet is he from? Why the hell did you book him? Do you know how much damage an arsehole like this can cause?”

  Edan Murdoch, her colleague and good friend, shrugged. “I didn’t book him, I’m not that daft. I know his reputation—his real one, not the one he tries hard to project. He’s not liked, no one knows where he comes from, and most of those in the lifestyle give him a wide berth. Prof. Peterson heard of him, got the bullshit and booked him while you were off.” He didn’t mention why she’d been absent, for which Tula was grateful. She wanted to draw a veil over those weeks. Weeks when she wondered if she was about to be a widow, and even now wondered how long she’d be a wife.

  “Was that why you insisted I come and listen?” she asked. “So I’d get mad and throw a hissy fit? Tell him he’s an imposter?”

  “What do you think?” Edan grinned. “Go on, I dare you. Mind you, if you think it’s crap, I’ve an even better solution. You take next week’s lecture and put your side of the story to the students. Let them decide for themselves if a Domme is fabrication or not.” He nodded at the five dozen or so undergrads that filled the lecture hall. “They’re a good group. Open-minded and want to know the truth. But be prepared for them to ask why you call yourself Tula.”

  “Hmm? That’s the easy bit. Whoever heard of a Domme called Pet?”

  Edan laughed. “Okay then, that’s one question answered. What about Master Asshole and his ‘this is the way it should be’ malarkey?”

  “It’s wrong. What they’re hearing now is wrong.” Tula stood up without even thinking and cleared her throat in her best, ‘I am a Domme heed me now’ manner.

  The guy on the stage looked up at her. “Are you interrupting me?”

  She grinned. “Yeah.”

  “Yeah, Master, please,” he said in an oily voice. “Master Rollo. You’d do well to remember that.”

  Tula saw red. Who the fuck did he think he was? Even if he was a Dom, and somehow she highly doubted that, his attitude stank. “Master of what? Caramel chocolates?”

  Someone sniggered and several people turned in their seats to see who spoke.

  “Master in BDSM?” She shook her head, as the guy on stage took several steps forward. Next to her Edan tensed and his hand moved to the walkie-talkie he held. Tula shook her head at him. “No, not yet.” There was no need for security to interfere. She guessed the bloke was all bluster. Her long curls spun out like a dervish on speed, and she pushed them behind her ears impatiently.

  “BDSM? Not that, not in a million years. Master of Bullshit more likely. You’re a charlatan.”

  Most of the audience gasped and then you could have heard a pin drop as the guy went red and clenched his fists.

  “If you were my sub, girl, you’d not be able to sit down for a week,” he said harshly. He might think it sounded masterful—it didn’t. Just someone trying to be what they weren’t.

  Tula laughed. “And if you were my sub, boy, you’d not sit comfortably for a fortnight. I don’t deal well with imposters.” She turned on her heel and walked up the steps toward the door.

  Somewhere behind her, someone started to clap. It was taken up and by the time she’d exited the hall, closely followed by Edan, the noise had reached a crescendo.

  “So will you do it?” he asked as they walked away toward her office. “Next week.”

  “I can’t,” Tula said automatically. “I need to think of Dario. It wouldn’t be fair to him.”

  Edan sighed. “He’s a man, not a mouse. Why not ask him and let him decide for himself?”

  That was the problem. She knew he’d say yes for her and not think about himself or the repercussions to him.

  “I’ll see.”

  “I’ll pencil you in,” Edan said as he walked toward his own room.

  “Only pencil. I haven’t said yes.”

  “You will. You hate misinformation.”

  That was true, but she still
hadn’t decided what to do when, several hours later she let herself into the house she shared with her husband.

  “Hi love, I’m home,” she called as she flung her car keys in the bowl on the hall table and checked she’d locked the door. “Sorry I’m a bit late, the lights at the corner are out and no one wanted to make the first move.”

  The silence was unsettling.

  “Dario?” Oh god, what sort of mood was he in? Where was he? She tucked her briefcase under her arm, and walked into the tiny room that she now called the snug and stopped dead

  “Pet?”

  Dario, almost bollock naked and with a worried expression on his face, looked up from his position on a wide hardback chair. With his arms behind his back, he had one leg tucked neatly in front of him. The other, his left, stuck out at an angle that spoiled the picture of a perfect sub. The only clothes he wore—if you could call it clothing, he tended to call it something a lot less polite—were a brace around his knee and another around his ankle.

  Thank you, god.

  “My Lady?”

  Tula swallowed and blinked away the moisture that appeared in her eyes. Her mouth felt as if it was full of cotton wool and her vision became blurry. She’d prayed for this day and never thought she’d see it. “Are you sure?”

  He nodded and moved his leg awkwardly. “I might be a bit rusty, My Lady, and not as flexible as I was, but it’s all green. I…” He hesitated and she saw worry in his expression. “I’m ready. If you’ll take me as I now am?”

  Why did he even think that, let alone say it? Did he think that because he could no longer sit on the floor, crawl for her, do everything they loved before, she’d think less of him? Say it was over?

  Never. It’s for life.