Retraining the Dom

by Jennifer Denys

  Okay, so two can play this game. Using the whip handle Olivia tapped his hand sharply to release her, and then deliberately pushed her foot between his legs, the toe of her boot nudging the bulge in the crotch of his jeans. She heard sniggers from the crowd watching.

  “The sub’s need or yours?”

  Immediately Trey tensed, and his fingers gripped Olivia’s foot holding her there. He stared at her intently, his eyes glinting fiercely, body coiled tightly like a cornered tiger. She suddenly knew she couldn’t go any further or she would damage their relationship, and it meant so much to her.

  The shuffle of the crowd brought her attention back, and she swiftly stood up startled, her back stiffening. She couldn’t continue. The Domme in her was defeated for now. “The demonstration has finished.” Her voice sounded strange, full of emotion, even to her own ears.

  Olivia was at a crossroads. She didn’t need to teach Trey anything more, but neither did she want to stop. She told herself she wasn’t prepared to cease teaching him because he wasn’t ready.

  Dammit. You are only kidding yourself. The real reason was she was deeply in love with him. Only she couldn’t tell him that.

  Chapter Ten

  "You expect me to get in there?"

  Olivia had her hands on her hips and was referring to the huge hot tub, which was more of a pool. This was a new section in the Club. Trey hadn't been particularly impressed when Sean first told him what he had planned, but when Trey conceived this idea he knew the hot tub would be ideal. He also knew that Olivia wouldn't like this as it meant she wasn't in charge. That's why he didn't tell her what he had arranged.

  “What have you got against hot tubs?”

  “Oh, ha ha!”

  Trey leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms. “Oh, I get it. You’ve never had sex in one before!”

  “And you have?” Olivia’s look of disbelief hit the mark.

  He hadn’t, but he wasn’t about to admit it.

  “Anyhow, who said anything about sex? This is supposed to be about you showing me you can take orders during a scene as well as give them. That’s what we agreed for this last training session.”

  “Yep. And I will. In there.”

  “How exactly?”

  He chortled loudly. Since the demo the other night Olivia had been extremely hesitant about continuing. He knew she was on the verge of giving in to her submissive side, and he hoped this would be the final push—and not the kind where she went back to being a Domme. “Livvy. Drop your clothes and get in.”

  She still resisted. “You first.”

  Amused by her reluctance he proceeded to strip. He couldn’t help flexing his muscles as he doffed his clothes knowing Olivia was watching him. Her huff told him she knew exactly what he was doing.

  As he walked down the few steps into the tub to sit on the rim, the warmth began to permeate his skin. He thought the unusualness of it and the relaxing heat would help Olivia overcome her submissive qualms. But he had to talk her into this first.

  So engrossed was he in his thoughts he was startled by a splash in his face as Olivia joined him in the tub. She giggled and sank down onto a low seat, the water just covering her breasts as she kicked the water up at him teasingly.

  “You do not want to do that, lady!” He put the full force of Domination into his voice. He intended it as a joke, but Olivia surprised him by stopping and looking down. “My love, you really are a sub at heart, aren’t you?”

  She gasped and sat up, her back rigid. “I’m a Domme!”

  “Yes, you might affect the outward signs of being a Dominatrix, but inside you beats the soul of a submissive.” Trey leaned forward to cup her face tenderly. “You know I’m right.”

  Olivia pulled back. “I know nothing of the sort.”

  “Livvy. How often have you looked away from my gaze?”

  Immediately her eyes swiveled to his, anger and denial clear in their orange depths.

  She opened her mouth to retort, but he got in first. “And how many times have you given in to my demands?”

  That was an accusation too much for Olivia, and she surged to her feet causing Trey to shift back so they didn’t bump heads, but that meant Olivia could move forward. She rested her hands either side of his body, her face close to his. “What of my demands? What if I pushed you down, climbed on top of you and rode you? Who’s the bottom in that scenario then, eh? Mr. Know-it-all.”

  Trey reached up and knuckled her chin. “You. Because you are all talk and no action.” Expecting her to react, he was ready when she tried to push him back, pulling her onto his lap instead, holding her there. It wasn’t easy, Olivia being the size she was, but Trey was determined.

  Olivia struggled and water churned up, but to no avail, and she eventually stopped, her body was still tense.

  “Livvy, look at me. I know you don’t want to, but I need to see your expression.” Was he going to see Olivia, the feisty Domme or Livvy, the submissive?

  It seemed interminable, but she finally looked at him. It was neither. Instead it was a woman who knew what she was, gentle and strong at the same time. “I know I can be a sub, but I’ve spent years choosing not to be.”

  Trey started at her admission. “Tell me why.” She started to look away, but he held her chin, forcing her eyes up.

  Olivia sighed. “My husband was a pain slut who wanted me to hit harder, make him hurt. We argued in the car, but he hadn’t been concentrating on the road and crashed. Rodney was pronounced dead at the hospital while I merely suffered some cuts.”

  He could hear the pain in her voice as she splayed a hand over her stomach, idly stroking the line of the phoenix. He instantly knew it covered a long-lasting scar, not some mere cut.

  “Since that day I have never been a sub. Call it guilt, if you like. But I just couldn’t be submissive after then.”

  “How about trying it just this once?”

  His heart dropped when she shook her head.

  “Choose me.” He was pleading. Never in his life had he asked for a sub—they came to him. But Olivia was more than a sub. She was so much more.

  She trembled almost uncontrollably in his arms and then slumped. He breathed a sigh of relief.

  “What do you want me to do? Call you Master?”

  “No, sweetheart, I want you to do much more than that.”

  Her body tensed, and Olivia gave him a look of uncertainty. Trey knew it would be hard to get her to give up control. He smiled to himself. She had probably thought the same of him when she was asked to retrain him, and suddenly he had a clearer understanding of what she had to go through. But it would be all the more worth it to have Olivia’s submission, coming from a Domme used to being in charge. And maybe her love, too?

  “Do you trust me?”

  She was silent for a moment. “If you are asking if I trust you with subs again, the answer is yes. But it is hard for me, personally, to trust another man.”

  Trey was sober. “You wanted to know why I became a Dom.”

  Olivia looked at him intently.

  “It’s my time for confession. “I’ve mentioned my mother before, well, she abused my father, usually after she was drunk. And she drank a lot.” He turned his face away as he had a nasty taste in his mouth. “I watched him shrink inwardly each day, somehow getting smaller, less of a man, never fighting back. I went from being someone who was proud of his dad, to someone who resented him.

  “I never knew why she began drinking, but when she started on me I refused to be the same type of coward as he was, except I didn’t realize how hard it was to stand up to someone consumed with booze. She didn’t listen when I said ‘No’, so I spent more and more time at school, with friends, or just out of the house until I went to college, to avoid being slapped, hit, punched.” He closed his eyes momentarily as the pain of the memories hit him. “Occasionally she tried keeping me there by tying my wrist to the stair bannister, but I grew too big.”

  Trey shook his head. “I made
a vow when I left home, never would I drink to excess, and never again would a woman dominate me. I rarely drink, and you are the only women I’ve allowed to control me.” He glanced back at her. “I hope that explains things, my love.”

  There was no pity in her face, just gratitude, and she reached up to tenderly stroke his face. “Thank you for telling me.”

  He kissed her hand. “I need you to trust me, and the best way is by trusting you with that information. You wanted me to show you that I can take share authority, well, I’ve asked another Dom, Mike, to join us. The only way you will ever give in is if there are two of us to take you—double penetration.”

  Olivia jumped out of his arms and stood in the middle of the pool. He wondered if this was the end of their relationship. Would she stay or go? Did she really have faith in him? It was no longer Dom against Domme, but Domme against her sub self.

  Her voice was shaky. “Believe it or not, I’ve never done anal before, although I have inserted many a plug. That was what you had in mind for DP, wasn’t it?”

  He moved to stand before her. Without her shoes on she was several inches shorter than he was, for a change. “It was, but we can do cock in mouth as well as pussy. Not everyone can take anal, as you know.” Actually it was quite common for Dominants not to do anal as it was regarded as being a very submissive thing to do.

  “Hmm. Why not? Let’s try it.” Trey had come to realize that Olivia could not be forced to do something, but when she was ready she tried it wholeheartedly.

  Mike fortuitously chose that moment to enter. Trey waved him in. The other Dom was also in his forties and had the same level of experience. The difference was, while Trey looked hard and dominant, Mike was bald and looked like a kindly bank manager, the antithesis of his profession as a wrestler. However, he was also very tall and solid, which was exactly what Trey needed for his plan to work.

  “Excellent timing. You know each other, so no introductions are needed. For your information, Mike, Olivia has agreed to this.” He looked at the woman in front of him. “Is your safe word still windmill?”

  She nodded, seemingly reluctant to look at the newest arrival in the room.

  The other Dom crouched down. “Olivia, look at me.” He waited until she did. “I know this is a lesson for Trey to show he can share nicely. You’ve done a great job so far.” She relaxed a little. Trey knew her well enough now to recognize the signs: her shoulders lowered, the tension in her face eased, her fingers unclasped.

  “In that case, let’s get this scene underway. Mike, when you’ve finishing undressing, grab the lube and sit on the edge.” He saw the other man was making short work of getting naked, eager to do this as he was. Looking back at Olivia Trey reached to her head to remove the barrette letting her dark hair run loose.

  “I don’t often see it like this.” Trey combed his fingers through her soft, slightly wavy tresses.

  “That’s because it makes me more severe and Domme-like when I tie it back.”

  Trey shook his head. “Oh, you don’t have any problems with that. It’s more of a challenge to bring out your submissive side. And Mike is now ready so take a step back, crouch down, and rest your head and shoulders on his knees. Then let your legs float. Mike will hold you to stop you floating away.”

  Without another word Olivia did as he asked, although it took a little maneuvering for Mike to fully support Olivia’s large body. When she was settled with Mike clasping her shoulders, Trey reached out and gathered Olivia’s floating legs, separating them so they were either side of his body as he stepped between and gripped her knees.

  “Are you all right, Livvy?”

  There was a small smile on her lips, and her face looked surprisingly tranquil. “I trust you guys. Besides which, it’s rather nice to let someone else shoulder the burden for a change.”

  That told him everything he needed to know, and he pushed her knees up and back so that he was flush with her pussy. “Lock your legs around me.”

  Holding her butt firmly, Trey probed with his erect cock seeking entry and pressed forward. Olivia’s body was like her personality, he noted. The Domme resisted at first, and then gave way to the submissive. He was aware the moment her body relaxed allowing him to thrust into her lovely wetness.

  His fingers dug into her luscious butt, steadying her against his plunges, her large breasts bouncing each time he pushed in. It didn’t take long before she began to moan. Trey changed his motion to a circular action. He knew that, while she liked this, it was simply pleasant rather than erotic. Olivia was someone who needed fast, hard, long thrusts.

  “Treyyyy! I was coming on nicely there.”

  “I know. I’m keeping you on edge.”

  Her eyes, which had closed as she relaxed, opened again and gave him a look of “bastard”. It wasn’t an unfriendly insult, but it certainly wasn’t submissive. He responded by pulling out so only the tip of his cock remained within.

  “Noooo. I’m sorry. Please…”

  That was enough, and he pushed back into her going to the hilt, knowing now that her really sensitive spots were far back inside her. Olivia suddenly clenched her knees against Trey’s torso as he rode her. Ripples of an orgasm went through her.

  “Jeez, Olivia. Stop digging your nails into me!” cried Mike.

  Trey rolled his eyes at the other Dom’s predicament as Olivia came down to earth.

  “Okay, it’s time for the next stage. Livvy, keep your legs locked, and reach up putting your arms around my neck, then sit up. Don’t worry. I’ll hold you, and the water will support you.”

  Mike helped push Olivia into place until she was upright with Trey standing in the deepest part of the pool, before stepping in to join them.

  “Hey, Olivia. I was enjoying the look of your tat from upside down. I now see it is around the back, too. Nice one.” He stroked her lower back where the tail feathers of the phoenix finished.

  She hissed and sat up in Trey’s arms who staggered back a step trying to hold her weight.

  “Shit, Mike, don’t do that! She’s heavy enough.”

  The other Dom apologized. “Sorry, didn’t know she was ticklish.” He moved his hands lower down. Trey could feel him caressing Olivia's backside, running his fingers along her crack as their hands touched every now and then. When Olivia dug into his shoulders and tightened her legs around him Trey grinned. Yep, she likes that. He shifted his hands, one around her lower back and the other on her neck so that Mike could work unrestricted.

  "Close your eyes, Livvy. Don't think, just enjoy the sensations."

  "Okayyy." She was a little reluctant, but did as Trey suggested. Meanwhile, he could tell Mike was rubbing around Olivia's anal rim.

  "Yikes. Ooo, oooo. Gently ... please." Both men laughed at her last comment, said almost after the fact.

  Mike spoke so that Trey could be aware of his actions. "I'm inserting one very lubed finger."

  "Are you okay, Olivia?" Trey immediately asked, needing to be sure she was fine with this.

  Her voice was a little strained when she spoke. "Yes, it feels weird. Like I want to poo."

  "For God's sake, don't do that in here, or Sean will disbar all of us for life."

  When Olivia joined in chuckling Trey could feel the tension in her body ease up, and he nodded to Mike.

  "Two fingers," Mike said softly.

  Olivia started panting gently. Trey moved his hand from her neck to cup her head and leaned in to kiss her temple. He only intended it to be a sign of encouragement, but he couldn't resist continuing down her cheek to her trembling mouth and was gratified when she kissed back, opening her mouth wide to receive his tongue.

  "Three fingers."

  Her arms moved around his neck to hold on tight, although it also meant she pulled away slightly from Mike. However, this seemed to work to the other man's advantage as Trey was aware of him moving into position, slipping a condom on and getting his cock into place.

  "Once more unto the breach, dear friends.
"

  Trey shook his head. He had forgotten Mike was a Shakespeare freak. However, this thought was instantly replaced as the other Dom moved inside the woman between them.

  Shit, this is tight. Trey wondered if Olivia could take them both and was patently aware that he had never considered this with subs in the past, but then he had generally chosen subs who were very experienced and for whom pain wasn’t a problem.

  "How is it?" Olivia hadn't said anything, but her body was rather tense and she was shaking. “Livvy!”

  She was very breathy when she responded. "I'm okay."

  "Well, that's good because I'm in, and it feels marvellous," said Mike dryly.

  Trey was glad. He was now getting used to the sensation of another man's cock pressing against the thin wall separating both passages. The few times he'd done DP sharing a woman with another man, he'd always been somewhat unsettled.

  Enough of Mike leading the way. It was his turn. "Good. Now, Mike, can you get your hands under Olivia's thighs? Livvy, let go of me, and lean back on Mike.” He smiled into her startled face. “I didn't say you could open your eyes." She looked soft, vulnerable, and trusting. It surprised him, and yet didn’t. He flicked some water into her face making her close them.

  "Bastard."

  "Were you swearing at me? I might have to tell Mike to drop you."

  "Noooo. Don't do that. I'm sorry." Her relaxed tone as she said this told him she wasn't really, but he wasn't bothered. She would have known he had no intention of carrying his threat out. He would never have taken this from his subs in the past, but found he enjoyed being with someone who gave as good as she got.

  Mike had done as he asked and took Olivia’s weight as she rested against him. This gave Trey the opportunity to reach over and switch on the bubbles in the tub. It started instantly, and Olivia hummed her delight.

  Trey turned back. He'd had to pull out of her as he did that but eased back in easily, taking hold of her butt and starting a gentle thrusting motion. Mike staggered back a step with the weight of Olivia being pushed up against him, but a nod from the other Dom confirmed he was okay. Then Mike, too, began moving, and the two started a seesaw motion, one up, one down with Olivia as the central post. Mike was only an inch or two shorter than Trey, so it was a fairly even movement.