by Sam Crescent
“Who are you?” she asked.
“I’m just a Dom in a club.”
The house was not a house, it was a mansion, and the front driveway housed ten more cars. Her heart was pounding. Dominic Wright was not who she thought he was.
Holy crap, what had she done?
He parked the car and turned toward her.
For the first time since she met him, she pulled back just a little. This man clearly had money, and she hadn’t known that about him.
“You don’t have to be afraid.”
“You’re rich.”
“A little. It doesn’t change who I am.”
“I don’t know who you are,” she said. “I don’t know what you do, and this is not a scam.” Her cheeks were starting to heat, and she stammered a little.
“Babe, you don’t have to worry. I know you’re not a gold digger.”
She stared down at her lap, hating this. She was so nervous, and all she could think about was how she was going to screw this up. Her one opportunity with this man, and already she was messing up. To save them both, she blurted out the words that she immediately wanted to take back. “I think you should take me home.”
“Why don’t we go and have some dinner, and then talk? I promise I won’t hurt you. I won’t even touch you.”
He moved his hands away, and she missed that touch.
“You’re safe with me. I promise.”
Staring up at the house, she’d never felt so small in all of her life. “Okay.”
Climbing out of the car, she watched as he grabbed her bag, and made his way toward the house. The expense, the wealth, it suited him.
She followed behind him. Her hands had gone a little sweaty with this whole other side of him. Entering the large house, she paused as she took in the grandness of the place.
“I bought this place five years ago, and had the whole thing redone. Now, I love the place.”
“It looks very beautiful.”
“I’ll take you on a tour after some food. I want you to be comfortable.” He placed her bag on the floor beside the stairs and took her hands. “I know this is probably completely unconventional for you, but I want you to relax.”
“I’m out of my comfort zone. At the end of the month I have to support myself on noodles so I don’t starve.” She sucked in her lips, hating her own honesty.
“Always be honest with your Dom.”
“You’re not mine.”
“Not yet, but you never know what could happen by the end of the night.”
There was a promise in his voice, and she found it utterly thrilling.
****
Dominic led her down toward his dining room. He’d already arranged for a highly qualified chef to handle the food for the evening. Everything had to be perfect, and he wouldn’t accept anything else.
No one at the club knew of his personal life. He was the owner of one of the biggest technology firms in the world. His father had a startup business where he helped smaller firms become huge successes. From the moment Dominic had access to a computer, he’d been hooked, creating his own technology that spearheaded the future. With success came fame, and with fame, Dominic had found only loss.
Women flocked to him for his money, and the power they got from him. When his parents were killed in a plane crash that had been the turning point for Dominic. No matter how much money he had, nothing could bring back loved ones from the dead. It had been thirty years since his success, and he’d withdrawn from the media and the public, sticking to a quiet life. There was speculation, but he made sure his PA handled that crap.
“I feel really underdressed,” she said.
“You look beautiful. Besides, if I wanted you any other way, I’d have asked.” He pulled out a chair, and she took a seat.
“Does anyone else at the club know about this part of your life?”
“No. I like to keep my private life to myself. I don’t advertise who I am.”
She didn’t even try to find out the truth.
“Some women are usually besotted with all of this,” he said, leaning back in his chair. He sat at the head of the table, and he’d given her a seat to his left.
“I find it a little uncomfortable. This is not what I imagined.”
“What did you imagine?” He liked that she was thinking about him. That was a good sign.
“Not this. I figured you would be the kind of guy to own a bachelor penthouse. A lot of black leather furniture, and I don’t know, maybe work in a tattoo parlor or something. I didn’t know what you did.” She took a breath. “To be honest I thought your job was at Darkest Dreams.”
“Being paid to spank women.”
“To explore women who can trust you.” She shrugged. “I guess nothing prepared me for this.”
“And you’re not impressed by it.”
“It’s beautiful. I just feel like I shouldn’t be here.”
“Why not?” He was interested.
“I deal with insurance claims. That’s what I do. I sit at a little desk in a cubicle, nine to five, helping as many people as I can. I don’t make a lot of money from it, as I’ve already told you. I live in a very small apartment that I rent. This is like another life completely. What do you do?”
“I don’t want to talk about that at the moment. First, I want to get to know you.”
“Oh. Well, can you tell me why I’m here? I don’t feel comfortable telling you anything until I know what you want.”
Dominic saw her nerves, and he reached toward the file he’d kept there. “It’s a simple contract, a proposition if you will.” He handed her the file, and she took it, staring for several minutes. She lifted up one page, then another, then another.
“I don’t get it. This is a relationship contract.”
“A special one between a Dominant and a submissive. This is one I have used in the past with previous lovers.”
“Oh.”
Now he saw the hurt flash across her eyes. “It’s a, erm, a standard contract, and one I think you will like.”
“You’ve never approached me in the club. I didn’t even think you knew my name.”
“I knew your name, and a few other things about you.” He took her hand. “I want to explore something with you. I want you to be mine.”
She stared at the file. “What is all of this?”
“I want you to tell me everything you like, dislike, and stuff we can explore.”
“There’s a lot of detail here. What exactly are you asking me?”
“If you read—”
“I want you to give it to me straight, Dominic. What exactly is it that you want from me?”
He was shocked by her abrupt attitude. “You want it to be blunt.”
“Yeah. I’m tired of misreading everything. Up until last night I didn’t even think I existed to you.”
“I want you to be mine. I want to fuck you, spank your ass, dominate you, and above all, I want to spoil you.”
She stared at him, her mouth slightly open. “Oh.”
“I’ve surprised you.”
“Yes, you have.” She glanced away briefly.
“I’ve been watching you for a long time, Avery. Why do you think none of the other Doms have invited you to play?”
“That was you?”
“I asked them as a favor to give me time. That time is up, and I find that I cannot wait any longer. I would like to explore this life with you, and to give you everything your heart desires.”
“This is like something out of a movie. This is crazy.”
“Why don’t you think about it while we eat?” He took the file and placed it beside him out of reach.
Seconds later a waiter came out, carrying two plates, and the more he showed her of the luxury lifestyle, the more uncomfortable she became.
He loved how different she was from other women he’d dated in the past.
One thing was for sure, he couldn’t wait to get her in his bed, and underneath him. Her body was made
to be explored.
“Enjoy, Avery. I want you to relax tonight.”
Chapter Three
Relaxing was hard for Avery. The man who had been in every single one of her fantasies was now offering her something she’d only ever dreamed about.
The filet of beef was medium rare, and so tender. She didn’t taste the food, though. Her thoughts were on that file containing a relationship agreement. It wasn’t just the agreement, it was the fact she’d had no idea Dominic Wright was this wealthy.
“You don’t have to worry,” he said.
“I’m not worried. I’m just overwhelmed. The food is good.” She tried to think of something that was kind of neutral. Food was neutral, right?
He took her hand, and gave it a little squeeze. “Stop worrying. Nothing is going to happen that you don’t want.”
“I don’t know what you want.”
“You’ve been watching me for some time. From the first moment you entered Darkest Dreams, you were watching me.”
Heat filled her cheeks, and she gritted her teeth. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to be sorry. I’m not. I love your gaze on me. I also love seeing you blush.”
“Oh.” She took another bite of the beef, chewing it, and swallowing it down.
“Avery, I’m not trying to worry you.”
“I’m not worried.”
“You’re lying.” He sat back, sipping at his water. “Try and treat me like the man you knew.”
“This is almost impossible for me.” She put the knife and fork down, gesturing all around her. “I’m no one, and this is completely out of this world.”
He sighed. “I can’t change who I am.”
“I know. I’m just … processing.”
She stared into his dark eyes, aware of how deep they seemed to look within her.
“Will you be honest with me?”
“Of course.”
“What is your head saying?” he asked.
“That I should run, and get away. I have no idea who you are. You’re a rich man, used to getting what you want.”
“What is your heart saying?”
“That I’ve been watching you for some time at Darkest Dreams. I look over at the file, and I wonder what it could all mean.”
“Answer this question for me, do you want me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Then that’s all we need to know. Everything else can fall into place.” He pushed back from the table. “Come here.” He moved his plate out of the way, making a space for her. She stood in front of him, and he pressed her down to the table. “At any time you tell me to stop.”
“Okay.”
Suddenly, he stood, and she tilted her head back to look up at him. His hands went from her waist, moving up her arms to cup her face. His thumb ran across her lips. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
She wasn’t going to argue. For so long she had been fantasizing about what it would be like to have his lips on top of hers. The moment his lips touched hers, Avery knew she couldn’t walk away. He didn’t press further, and he held her chin as he kissed her. Closing her eyes, she released a little moan as he ran his tongue over her lips.
“Open for me, Avery.”
When it came to Dominic, she found it impossible to deny him.
He plunged his tongue inside her mouth, and she met her own to his, tasting him for the first time. He pressed her back against the table, and she found herself with her legs open, wrapped around him.
His hand moved from her face, moving down to cup her ass, and drawing her closer to him. Dominic was not a small man. His cock pressed against her jeans, and he was rock hard.
“Yes,” she said.
“What?” he asked, nibbling her lips, and moving his other hand down to cup her neck.
There was no way in hell she was missing this opportunity to be with him.
“I want to be with you. I want to do this. I’ll sign whatever you need me to sign.”
“You don’t want to go over it?” he asked.
“I don’t do knife play, draw blood—that’s the extreme kink, right?” He nodded, so she carried on. “I shout red when I want it to stop, amber to let you know you’re pushing me too far, and green for you to continue. I’ve never done much anal play, nor have I had anal sex. I’m willing to try new things.”
“You’ve rehearsed this.”
“I’ve seen a similar contract at Darkest Dreams. They have an example contract for submissives to see. Also, I have a friend who has been helpful.”
Dominic smiled. “We really do think of everything. I take it Ella is the friend you’re talking about?”
“Yes.”
“Be careful with her. She can be a bit … difficult.”
“How do you mean?” she asked.
“I’ve heard a couple of Doms do not like the way she causes trouble among couples. It’s like she doesn’t want to see anyone happy. Anyway, let’s move on. Do you have any questions?”
“No.” She gripped his shoulders. Everything he said about Ella, and yet didn’t say, seemed to ring true to her at least.
“I really should stop, but right now I want to be balls deep inside you. We’ll negotiate everything else after. I’ve got to have you.”
He unbuttoned her jeans, and started to pull them down.
“What about privacy?” she asked.
“No one will interrupt us. We’ll have privacy.”
She held onto his arm for a second longer, and finally released him.
Trust him.
He tugged her jeans off her, and pressed her back on the table. She wore her favorite pair of red lace panties. Dominic spread her legs, and she heard him moan. “So beautiful, but they have to go.” Within seconds her panties were gone, and his lips were on her pussy. She cried out as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Two fingers pressed inside her, stretching her.
“You’re so wet, baby. I knew you would be, and you taste amazing.” He flicked her clit, then slid his tongue down to her core. At the same time, he withdrew his fingers, pushing his tongue inside her instead. He teased her clit, stroking the swollen nub.
Dominic changed all the time, using his fingers and tongue alternatively inside her or on her clit.
Gripping the edge of the table, she stared down at his head, and couldn’t believe that she had Dominic Wright licking her pussy. She had Dominic Wright about to give her a relationship contract. If she wasn’t so high on pleasure, she would pinch herself at what was happening. This kind of stuff never happened to her.
****
Avery tasted so sweet, and he couldn’t get enough of her. Dominic used his teeth around her clit, creating a little bite of pain and then sucking her clit to ease that pain.
“Oh, God!”
He smiled at how open she was with her pleasure.
For too long he’d denied himself, waiting for her to come to him. It was different for him chasing after the woman. Avery had made him curious, and now he wanted to be inside her. She wasn’t impressed by his wealth, nor did she care for his lifestyle. For so long he’d been around women who wanted him for his money. It was kind of surreal to find a woman who wanted him for him.
Thrusting two fingers inside her cunt, he sucked her clit and she came, screaming his name, driving herself onto his fingers.
Only when she had come down from her pleasure did he stand. Lowering his leather slacks, he pulled out his cock, the tip already leaking pre-cum. Grabbing a condom from his pocket, he tore it open and rolled the latex over his length.
“Holy crap,” Avery said, looking at his cock. “You’re, erm, big.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”
“I know you’ll fit. It has been a while since I’ve been with a man.”
It had been a long time since he’d been with a woman as well. Training and playing at Darkest Dreams didn’t mean anything to him. He’d not had sex, nor had he found any release since Avery had entered his life. At times he�
��d felt like a pussy because he’d not taken any other woman.
He loved it when Avery watched him, and over the past few months, he’d been performing for her, no one else.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Pressing the tip of his cock to her entrance, he stared into her eyes as he slowly started to sink inside her. She was so damn tight, and he pushed inside her cunt, filling her. He wished he didn’t have the condom so he could feel every pulse of her.
“Oh, Dominic.”
“I know, baby. I know.” He pressed inside her, pulling her off the table, and seating her completely on his cock. Sitting down on the chair, she sat on his dick, taking him in deep. He gripped her ass, and held her still.
She held onto his shoulders as she stared down at him. “You’re big.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. I don’t.” She stared at his lips. “Can I kiss you?”
“You can have whatever you want, baby. Take what you want.”
She took his lips, and at first it was such a sweet caress. It was almost as if she was afraid to touch him. Suddenly it changed, and she bit his bottom lip. He squeezed the cheeks of her ass to the point that he just knew he was going to leave marks. Avery touched his tongue with her own. The passion simmering inside her was completely untapped, and he was going to be the one to release it.
“Fuck me, Avery,” he said.
This time, she was going to be in control. That wouldn’t happen often. Most of the time he’d be the one calling the shots.
Avery lifted off his cock until only the tip of him was inside her.
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”
She slammed down on his cock, taking every single inch of him. They both groaned. There on his dining room chair, Avery fucked him, and he loved every second of it. He held her ass throughout. The only thing he missed was her full tits swinging in his face. She still wore her bra and shirt. That wouldn’t last long.
She pounded down on his cock until he filled the condom, holding onto her even tighter as he called her name.
They were both panting, and he pushed her hair out of the way, staring into her eyes.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” she said, smiling.
