by Jane Henry
My Dom
Boston Doms Book 1
Jane Henry and Maisy Archer
Contents
My Dom
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
His Submissive
About the Author
About the Author
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Boston Doms Book 1
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Chapter 1
A high-pitched scream rent the unseasonably warm night air and Heidi sat bolt upright, heart pounding. Her eyes quickly scanned each corner of the still-unfamiliar bedroom for the source of the noise, but there was no movement save the soft billowing of the thin curtain in the breeze, and no sound but the soft snores of Princess, curled up at the end of the bed.
She fumbled beneath her pillow for her phone, cursing the fact that she'd yet to buy a single lamp for this place, let alone a nightstand to put it on. What moderately intelligent, thirty-year-old woman moved to a new apartment in a new city, without a lamp to turn on in the middle of the night… or to bash someone's head with, in a pinch?
The display on the phone read 12:48. She quickly turned it to flashlight mode and swung the beam around the room. Nothing whatsoever but a tower of boxes, neatly stacked and untouched since the movers had placed them there two weeks ago. Okay. She took a deep breath as panic gave way to reason. Okay. Had it been one of the cats out in the back alley? There were plenty of them back there, though Princess strained her leash and valiantly tried to yap them out of her territory every time they went for a walk. Or maybe it had been a dream? Some weird, subconscious sign that she'd been working too hard, that the fifteen-hour days she'd been putting in, trying to get her consulting business off the ground, were catching up to her? That seemed more likely. After all, whatever it was hadn't even woken Princess. My vicious guard dog, she thought wryly, glancing at the sleeping ball of fur.
Step one, she thought, as she settled herself back against the pillows and tried to close her eyes, buy new lamps. Immediately. Well, after work at least. Step two, start tackling those boxes and get settled. Maybe that would—
Another scream echoed through the night, louder this time. Definitely not her imagination. She pushed back the covers and hurried to the window. Had one of the cats fallen into the recycling area behind the building? Should she try to help? She bit her lip in indecision and pushed the curtain aside, straining her eyes against the darkness, to see if she could get a better view of the ground below. Something was definitely moving out there—slap-thump, slap-thump, like an animal trying to get out of a—
Oh. Gah! Sweet Jesus. From across the narrow alley, Heidi could make out dim shapes moving just beyond the window. Not a trapped animal, she thought in disgust, letting the curtain fall again. At least not in the traditional sense. Just her neighbor, the Christian Grey-wannabe in 6F, tying it on with his girl du jour.
She blew out a breath and turned, sinking back against the wall, annoyed with herself for panicking and aggravated that she had left the window open in the first place. After all, she'd heard this little concert before.
Last Friday, when she'd first heard loud slapping followed by a woman's soft cries, she'd done what anyone would do and grabbed her phone to dial 9-1-1. And wouldn't that have been a lovely way to meet her new neighbor? She snorted. Fortunately, before she could hit Call, she'd heard the soft voice coun
ting in time to the slaps, and realized what she was hearing. A punishment scene, just like in one of the novels she'd read. A submissive being spanked, probably for breaking some trumped-up rule, and counting out the strokes. Totally not Heidi's thing thankyouverymuch, but not exactly criminal. Heidi had shut the window firmly and tried to put it out of her mind.
But she hadn't kept it out of her mind any more than she had kept the window shut. Nor had she called the maintenance guy to put in her air conditioner, or bought a white noise machine, or fallen asleep with her headphones in, all of which she had resolved to do, before dismissing each one in turn. She had reasons for those things, she reminded herself. It was too stuffy with the window closed, too soon to put in the air conditioner, too uncomfortable to sleep with headphones in.
And in the past week, it had happened twice more: different female voices responding to various murmured commands, faint slaps and cracks and curious thumps. And okay, yes, maybe she'd listened a little longer both times than was strictly polite, but only because she was trying to figure out what the heck was going on in there. For safety reasons.
And maybe she had strained her neck peering out of her living room window to watch each woman make her lonely walk of shame down the front walkway to the visitor's parking area each morning, but that was only because she wanted to make sure they were okay! Not because she had been keeping track. And not because she'd been mentally comparing each one—a leggy blonde and a voluptuous redhead—to her own full-figured curves and long, mouse-brown hair.
She definitely hadn't been trying to catch a glimpse of her mysterious neighbor, Mr. 6F.
She was definitely not getting vicarious thrills from his performances.
The woman across the alley let out another cry, a soprano C that left Heidi's eardrums throbbing and made Princess raise her head and glance around drowsily before flopping back on the bed. Apparently Mr. 6F was putting in a special effort tonight.
"More! Yes! Oh God! Sir, yes!" the woman's high-pitched voice squealed.
Jesus. Well, at least this one knew how to use her words. Heidi swallowed.
The rhythmic thumping ceased and a deep, cool male voice rolled through the window.
"Tammy, did I say you could speak?"
That voice, oh that voice. Dark as the night and rough as gravel, it dragged across Heidi's chest like a physical caress, leaving a trail of goose bumps on her skin. As she felt her thighs clench instinctively, she realized that she'd never really heard it before, because it wasn't the sort of voice she could ever forget. Then her mind caught up to her raging hormones and she processed the words he had spoken. Holy shit!
Did I say you could speak?
That was wrong. So, so wrong, she told herself, even as her stomach dove like a roller coaster in free-fall and her nipples hardened painfully. God, what was wrong with her?
The guy was bossing that girl around, threatening her. Maybe holding her down or even restraining her while he spanked her. Heidi should be disgusted. She was disgusted. Wasn't she?
She closed her eyes and tried to picture the scene.
Helpfully, the voice came out of the darkness again.
"You don't make a sound unless I command you to speak," it repeated calmly, as the roller coaster in Heidi's stomach made another loop.
"That's right, honey, you nod when you need to answer me. Very good," the voice soothed, and Heidi could actually feel the words hit her like a warm tingle, spreading down her spine from her scalp down to her back.
The sudden sharp crack made Heidi jump, her eyes flying open.
"But now, you answer me. Who sets the scene, Tammy?" the voice asked smoothly.
"You… you do, Sir!" Tammy gasped, a breathless sound of pure pleasure.
"Mmmm," the voice approved. Another sharp crack made Heidi's breath catch.
"Who decided that tonight you'd be spread out in front of me, on your knees with your ass in the air?"
Heidi grabbed the window sill for support.
"It was you, Sir!" Tammy wailed, pleading now.
"Who decides how and when I'm going to do you, Tammy?" the voice inquired calmly.
"Oh… oh, it's you, it's you, it's you!" Tammy squealed.
"You're damn right it is," the voice agreed, and then the night fell silent but for the rhythmic thumping across the alley and Heidi's hammering pulse.
Her skin felt tight and hot, and her camisole and shorts suddenly felt restrictive and chafing. Her head lolled back against the wall, her eyes tightly shut. It was so wrong, but that was the hottest thing she'd ever heard.
But even as she fought the wave of arousal, reality intruded. She pushed herself upright and pushed a trembling hand against her stomach.
The words were hot, the voice was incredibly sexy, but the tone he had used was so cold, so distant. She realized that Tammy had essentially gone through all of that by herself—the voice might as well have belonged to a vibrator for all the emotion it displayed. So calm. Too calm. What would it be like to lose control with someone, knowing that they were so rigidly in control themselves? To put yourself completely at their mercy, knowing that they weren't getting off on the experience, on being with you, but on the power they felt from controlling you?
Heidi shuddered and, five minutes too late, shut the window. Her earlier curiosity (because it was definitely, definitely not arousal) had evaporated, leaving her feeling cold and disgusted. What had sounded exciting was actually demeaning and humiliating when it was said in such a detached, impersonal way. It confirmed what Heidi already knew: no matter how hot the fantasy might be, that kind of power imbalance only worked on the pages of a romance novel. Tomorrow, when she got her lamps at the home store, she'd check out the white noise machines. And with that comforting thought, she settled herself back into bed. Alone.
Chapter 2
Dominic stood behind the bed with his arms folded across his chest, the leather strap held firmly in his hand. He knew he was pissed off, and he was trying not to be pissed off, but the harder he tried not to be, the more pissed off he became. He didn't know if he was pissed off at Tammy, spread across his bed with her chest down, ass in the air, panting like a dog in heat in anticipation of the next blow of the strap, or himself, for being turned on by the strapping he'd just given her.
She was gorgeous. Or at least he was supposed to think that she was gorgeous. He looked with admiration at the ass he'd just striped pink, and her heaving, ample chest on the bed, her mass of thick black curls spilling on the bed around her. He'd fantasized about fisting those curls when he first met her. She was fit, everything in the right place, legs that went on forever, and shit, that girl knew how to move that body. Matteo had picked up a friend of hers, and convinced him that Tammy was the perfect submissive. She was ready for someone to master her, eager to please, and her friend, the one Matteo had spent the night with, had assured him she wasn't one that came with a lot of baggage. She was in it for the kink, liked to be tied up and spanked, and would be eager to please in a bedroom scene.
Oh, she was absolutely in it for the kink. And God, she wanted to please, so bad it made him sick.
And that made him mad. He was mad, because he didn't know why the scene wasn't fulfilling. Wasn't he in it for the kink? And hell, wasn't he looking for someone who was eager to please him?
Making a show of pacing behind her, he tried to calm his anger, but she apparently took the pacing as him intentionally building up anticipation, while she squirmed eagerly. When she tilted her head to the side, he could detect the smallest glimpse of a giddy smile. He was damn glad he'd commanded her into silence, because all she did was twaddle on and on as if she'd gotten her lines from a porn flick.
"Oh, please, master," "My job is to hear and obey, sir," "Harder, please," "I want you to pound into me!" His eyes almost crossed on the last one, and he regretted the decision to not gag her. Gagging wasn't his thing, but he was beginning to see the benefits.
It was getting late. Tired, and despite his
mental state, fucking turned on, he needed to bring this scene to an end before he really did lose his temper. He wanted release and a good night's sleep. Coming up behind her, he went through the motions. The strap fell to the floor.
"Stay on your knees," he growled, grateful she was face down and he didn't have to look at her or kiss her. She nodded into the bed, good little submissive that she was, as he took her, telling himself he was pleasing her, fulfilling a mutual base desire. And as he ground into her, he was careful not to hurt her, indulging purely in the carnal desire he had for the girl beneath him, focusing on the curve of her ass and swell of her breasts. Taking a handful of her gorgeous locks in his hand, he pulled her head back, just enough to cause her to moan but not enough to really hurt her, as he truly did want to feel that hair in his hands. He well knew this would be the last night he'd let this girl in his bed, and he might as well get in his kinks while he could.
"Please," she gasped. "Oh my God, let me come!"
Dom didn't even bother slapping her ass for talking, grateful they were almost done already.
"Yes," he spat out, and it came as no surprise that when she finally came, she screamed like a rabid animal.
"Oh my God! Oh my God, yes, yes, yes!" He closed his eyes tightly, focusing on something, anything, that would help put him out of his misery. The softness of the woman beneath him. The memory of the sound of the leather cracking as he swung the strap. She lay limp as he groaned, bracing himself above her, and when he was done, he rolled over onto the bed with abandon. He closed his eyes tightly so he didn't have to see her sex-sated eyes mooning at him.
