Sold as a Domme on Valentine's Day

by Juliana Conners

  “Pick up your clothes,” he ordered, running his hand over the paddle laying on his lap. “Or leave them there if you want more punishments.”

  I bit back a moan, and my ass cheeks clenched. I was half tempted to leave my clothes where they lay, but I didn’t think I could take another flogging, so I bent down and picked everything up and draped them over the chair by the door.

  He stood in front of me and reached out, taking my heavy breasts in his hands. “Your tits are beautiful, perfect for punishment and clamps, but I’ll save that treat for another day.”

  My spine tingled as I wondered what all of that could be about. I had a feeling that I would find out eventually.

  “Have you ever satisfied a man using your mouth before?” he asked, releasing my breasts.

  “No, Master” I admitted, shocked by how embarrassed that admission made me feel.

  “Next question. Have you ever been with a man before?”

  “I haven’t. I don’t know how to. I’ve never.” I lowered my eyes again and whispered. “I’m a virgin.”

  He hissed in a breath, and I wasn’t sure if my revelation made him angry or not.

  I dropped my head. I didn’t want him to see the mortification lining my face.

  “Why so ashamed?”

  “I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m out of my league.”

  “Never be ashamed of who you are, Little Mouse. Teaching you will be my pleasure.” He undid his belt, opened the button, and unzipped the fly. “Is being taught by me something you want?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He took out his cock, and I sucked in the deepest breath I’d ever taken.

  Wide.

  Long.

  Smooth.

  No way would he fit in my mouth.

  Drops of pre-cum trickled from the small slit at the head of his cock, and his shaft jerked as if desperate for my touch.

  “Does this scare you, Mouse?”

  “A little,” I admitted.

  He reached down and placed his palm on the back of my head. I gazed up at him. The look in his eyes was feral but encouraging.

  “Use your safe word if you need to. Tonight, I’ll be gentle and slow. Trust me when I say, I’ll never hurt or harm you.”

  “I trust you, Master,” I whispered.

  I inched down his pants until they pooled around his ankles and then I knelt back so I could admire him.

  “Wrap your hand around my cock.”

  I did as he asked and he barely fit in my curled fist. If he barely fit in my palm, how the hell would he fit inside my pussy? A pussy that hadn’t even had my finger inside it.

  I leaned forward and tentatively flicked my tongue over the flared head. Delicious. A strangled moan escaped my lips. So, this was what a man tasted like?

  “Take off your mask, let me see your face, Master.”

  “The answer’s no. Don’t ask again.”

  There was no point arguing with him. I would only lose.

  “Take me deep, Little Mouse.”

  My nipples stiffened at the command I heard in his voice. I gripped the base of his shaft and flicked my tongue over his stretched, shiny skin. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I had a cock in my hand and was about to take it into my mouth.

  The sound of his satisfied groan emboldened me, and I sucked him between my lips. Using my tongue, I explored every dip and ridge of his succulent dick.

  Taking a breath, I took him deep and sucked hard. When he touched the back of my throat, I gagged and tried to move away, but he stopped me by tangling his fingers through my hair and yanking so hard, my follicles stung.

  “Breathe in through your nose. Relax your throat muscles, Little Mouse. When I go deep, hold your breath and when I slide out inhale.”

  I nodded okay. Taking his time, he slid balls deep, and I held my breath. When he slid out, I took a deep breath. Arousal dripped from me and trickled down my inner thighs.

  The masked man’s hips picked up speed, and his cock went deeper, deeper, deeper.

  My jaw ached a little, but I didn’t want to stop until I drank down every drop of him. My throat closed around the head, and he fucked my mouth hard.

  “Good, Little Mouse. Take all of me.”

  I moaned around his width and almost orgasmed when his breath faltered. I did this to him, drove him to the brink of insanity. I couldn’t believe it.

  His fingers tightened in my hair, and his movements became even more frantic and uncontrolled. He fucked my mouth like a man possessed, and I matched his pace.

  His balls tightened. He groaned and spurted salty cum down my throat. I sucked and swallowed every delicious drop.

  “Sweet, Little Mouse,” he said, stroking my hair. “Sweet, perfect, sub.”

  Pride at his praise swelled my heart. He pulled out of my mouth, and I closed my lips relishing the aftertaste.

  “Time to get dressed.” He tidied himself up and zipped up his pants. “If you want more instruction, come back tomorrow night.”

  He helped me up and steadied me until my equilibrium returned. “What about, um, me?”

  “You mean your lack of orgasm?”

  I nodded, feeling vulnerable and more than a little desperate.

  “Consider it another punishment. If you come back on time tomorrow night and obey my commands, I’ll consider sucking your clit until you come.”

  Stupid tears filled my eyes and blurred my vision, but I blinked them back. “You’re a bastard, you know that, Master.”

  “Am I?” He rummaged around the wardrobe, and a few seconds later, he handed over my phone. “Consider yourself lucky I was the bastard who found this. Don’t let me catch you in this club with a phone ever again.”

  Without another word or glance in my direction, he picked up my panties and left the room. I was a mess of fury, confusion, and desire. And, I was right, he was a bastard. A ruthless, heartless, gorgeous bastard. Screw him. I was more than capable of making myself come without his help.

  ***

  After getting my bag and coat from the cloakroom, and avoiding Jimmy, I went outside to hail a cab. Before I grabbed one, the burner phone in my pocket rang.

  “Paige?”

  “This is she,” I said while raising my arm to flag down a car.

  “This is Wyatt Palmer.”

  “Wyatt, hi,” I said momentarily shocked.

  He was the last person I’d expected to hear from. A cab stopped. I got in and gave the driver my address.

  “Would you like to come for dinner tomorrow night?”

  “Shoot. I kind of have plans with someone tomorrow night.”

  “Apologies. I didn’t know you were in a relationship.”

  “I’m not. I’m not dating anyone,” I said with a sigh. “It’s complicated.” What was wrong with me? I’d said no to dinner with a hot billionaire. “Actually, dinner would be great. Thank you.”

  We chatted for a few more minutes and agreed Wyatt would pick me up after work the next day. It wasn’t like I was two-timing the masked man. I couldn’t cheat on someone I wasn’t in a relationship with, and besides, Wyatt was just a friend.

  Right? I asked myself.

  I didn’t know how to answer my own question. Things were getting complicated indeed.

  Chapter 13 – Wyatt Palmer

  The Reporter’s office wasn’t too far from Time’s Square and a thirty-minute walk from my apartment. I’d considered having my driver chauffeur us around, but because it was Christmas week, getting anywhere would take twice the usual time. So, like a true New Yorker, I’d bundled up and walked through the wintry streets.

  Snow scented the air, and Manhattan was awash with wide-eyed tourists. Christmas trees decked the streets and holiday lights illuminated the evening sky. When was the last time I’d felt so fucking pumped about the holiday season? I couldn’t remember. I’d never been one to enjoy the holidays, but this year excitement fizzed through my veins.

  Maybe because tonight I’d make one
of Paige’s childhood dreams come true. I hoped that doing that would help soften the blow when I told her the truth.

  All day, my deception had eaten me up. If we stood a chance at any semblance of a relationship, whether that be friendship or more, she needed to know I was the masked man. She needed to know I was the man who’d fingered her to orgasm and spanked her ass. The man whose cock she’d deep-throated.

  Sure, she was no innocent victim. But my hiding behind the mask and taking advantage of her desire was much worse than the story she’d planned to write.

  I was being underhanded and was doing exactly what Linda had done. Too many years had passed since I’d found out the truth about the woman I’d loved, but now it was time to move on. Moving on wouldn’t be easy, and it wasn’t just a matter of putting a period at the end of that chapter. Defrosting my frozen heart would take a while, but for the first time in years, I had hope. If anyone could fucking shatter the ice, Paige could.

  What would it be like to have a relationship without contractual obligations? To have a woman be with me, without set times and guidelines? I had no idea but, much to my surprise, I was ready to find out.

  To keep out the cold, I shifted from foot to foot outside of the newspaper offices, and people watched while I waited. My phone rang, and I glanced down at the screen. Vivian. Again.

  For the past day and a half, she’d been calling and texting me nonstop, begging for forgiveness. She said she deeply regretted selling her invitation. But, for me, throwing a temper tantrum and selling her invitation was the best thing she could have done. If she hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met Paige.

  I’d have to deal with her sooner rather than later, preferably later. Our contract was slated to end on New Year’s Day, but as far as I was concerned, it was already over. For now, I shoved the matter to the back of my mind. I had better things to focus on right now.

  When Paige stepped out of the glass-fronted skyscraper, she lit up the night. Her blonde hair spilled from a black bobble hat and onto the shoulders of her quilted coat. Mittens covered her hands, and her fuck-me boots hugged her legs.

  She looked up at the sky as snowflakes began to drift down. They caught in her hair and a wonder-filled smile showed off her dimples. I’d never seen a more beautiful sight in my life, and my heart and cock felt like they would explode from her beauty.

  When she saw me, her smile widened as if she was genuinely happy I was there. She came towards me, and I bent down to place a kiss on her cheek. My lips lingered on her soft skin longer than they should have, and I inhaled her delicate vanilla perfume.

  I wanted to kiss her lips. I wanted to show her how deeply my passion for her ran, but that would be a mistake. As far as she was concerned, I was the man she’d interviewed and nothing more. I wasn’t the man who’d commanded her to undress or the man who spanked and flogged her ass.

  Besides, kissing was too intimate and not something I ever did. At least, not anymore.

  Paige jumped back, and as she did, our lips brushed against each other’s. My cock instantly hardened, and I was sorely tempted to deepen the kiss, but I didn’t.

  Treating her like I didn’t have intimate knowledge of her body wouldn’t be easy.

  “Good day at the office, honey?” I asked, teasing her.

  She rolled her eyes dramatically. “Alec ripped me a new one. He isn’t happy with the first draft. He said I should have stuck to the questions he’d prepared for me. If he’d wanted a fluff piece, he would have asked for one. He doesn’t think I was hard enough on you.”

  “I guess you’ll have to come back to the apartment to interview me again. Next time you can be as hard as you want.”

  She raised an eyebrow and gave me a gentle push. “I told you yesterday, Mr. Palmer. Flirting won’t work on me.”

  “Fine,” I said and laughed. “No more flirting.”

  “So, where are we going on this snowy night?”

  “Fulfilling a childhood dream.”

  “Okay,” she said, drawing out the syllables.

  In comfortable silence, we wandered past cafes and bars and throngs of sightseers. She threaded her arm through mine, and we occasionally broke the silence to chit chat about life, hopes, and dreams.

  “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” I asked, genuinely curious. “You’re a beautiful and intelligent woman. And, no, I’m not flirting, I’m telling the truth.”

  “I’m thinking you don’t know how to open your mouth without flirting. I don’t have time for a boyfriend. And anyway, I’m at this weird turning point where I’m figuring some things out.”

  “Care to elaborate?” I asked as we turned the corner onto 6th Avenue.

  She shrugged and sighed. “Just things. I discovered something I didn’t know I wanted and now I have to decide if I’m going to follow through.”

  “I’m intrigued.” She wanted the lifestyle, but I could tell that accepting that she wanted it was tearing her in two.

  “Nothing intriguing, really. I have a few things to think about, is all. It’s a big step. One I’m not sure I’m ready to take.”

  “What’s stopping you?”

  “Fear,” she said noncommittally. She paused for a few beats before continuing. “Making a mistake. Humiliation. Self-loathing.”

  “Any positives?”

  She giggled, and a blush spread across her cheeks. “A few.”

  “Like what?” I kept my tone playful, but I was pushing her to admit what she wanted.

  “There are a lot of positives, but I don’t want to go into those. It’s like, I have this image in my head of me being a strong, independent woman and if I go after this thing, that image will shatter. Maybe I’ve been fooling myself all these years, and I’m not strong or independent.”

  “Do you desire this thing?”

  “More than I ever thought I would, but it’s complicated.” She gave a theatrical groan and shook her head. “I can’t even think about it anymore. My head hurts weighing up the pros and cons.”

  As much as I didn’t want to, I let the subject drop. Telling her the truth would make her decision easier, and the sooner I told her, the better for both of us.

  We continued walking in silence, and when we reached 59th and 6th, I said, “We’re here.”

  “Are we going to Central Park?” Her eyes lit up. “I love this place in the snow.”

  “Remember when I said I was fulfilling a childhood dream.”

  I took her hand in mine, and we crossed the road. She didn’t withdraw her hand.

  “Whose childhood dream?”

  “Wait and see.”

  After a few minutes, we stopped outside an illuminated but empty Wollman Rink. Paige looked at me, then the rink, and back to me again.

  “Wish fulfilled,” I said gesturing toward the ice.

  “You did this for me? You don’t even know me.”

  “Oh, but I do know you, Paige.” Little Mouse sat on the tip of my tongue, but I bit it back. “I wanted to make one of your dreams come true.”

  She squealed, threw her arms around my neck, and pressed a kiss to my cheek.

  “Thank you. I can’t believe this.”

  “And look,” I told her, walking over to a skate rental booth I had the key to. “This is so you can actually skate.”

  “Wow,” she said, sounding impressed as she chose skates in her size. “You really planned ahead.”

  I sure had. And it helped that having money could make anything happen.

  She put on her skates, and when she didn’t see me do the same, she asked. “Aren’t you coming with me?”

  “This is your dream. I’ll watch from the sidelines.”

  “Come on.” She pulled my hands, and said, “It’ll be more fun with the two of us.”

  “Don’t laugh when I fall and crack my skull open.”

  I reached over the counter to choose my own skate size from those that lined the racks. It seemed impossible to say no to her.

  “As long as you don’t laugh
when I fall tits over ass.”

  Neither of us were skaters, and we spent more time on our asses than we did upright, but I didn’t care if I looked like a fool because the sight and sound of her happiness was more than I could have hoped for.

  “I’m going to have bruises on top of the bruises on my backside,” she said, pushing herself up from the ice after her hundredth fall.

  “You have bruises on your butt? How’d that happen?” I laughed to myself, remembering exactly how that happened.

  “I don’t have any bruises,” she said too quickly. “Bad choice of words.”

  She skated away before I could ask anything more.

  When we finished skating, we strolled through the park towards The Lovehouse— a restaurant in the middle of Central Park.

  Paige nuzzled her cheek against my shoulder. “I can’t thank you enough. Do you want to know why it was one of my childhood dreams?”

  I touched my nose to the top of her head and inhale the scent of her floral shampoo. “Why?”

  “Before my dad died, we would come here every year. We used to joke about how one year he’d surprise me by renting out the rink for just us. I know it sounds silly, but I felt him with me tonight.”

  A wave of emotion washed over me, and I was glad she couldn’t see my face. I was supposed to be a Dom, an alpha male in control of his emotions, but this girl with her open heart and mind was turning me into a marshmallow.

  “Does, m’lady have any other unfulfilled childhood dreams she’d like to share?”

  “Let’s see. A house from chocolate. A horse carriage ride around the city at dawn. A trip to Oz.”

  “As in Australia?

  “As in the Yellow Brick Road.”

  “I’ll see what I can do.”

  “I wonder,” she began, tapping her finger against her lips, “Are you trying to impress me, Mr. Palmer, or get into my pants?”

  I laughed and flashed her a smile. No matter how much she thought this was a ploy to get into her pants, and in a way it was, her happiness gave me a sense of satisfaction.

  “What makes you think I’m trying to do either one?”