Retraining the Dom

by Jennifer Denys

  Olivia’s hands clasped Trey’s forearms, holding onto the ring in his cuffs as he held her to him, her heels pressing into the small of his back. He widened his legs to support their combined weight.

  The water surged over the rim of the tub as they rocked back and forth. It was like a warm, stormy sea, and the siren between the two men was moaning, begging them to go faster. Trey relished the fabulous sensations, the friction as Mike rubbed against him as he moved and Olivia quivering violently as she rose on the crest of her orgasm.

  Trey hoped Mike was ready because he couldn’t hold on any longer, and he didn’t mean holding the weight of the woman he cared for more than anyone else in the world. Spurting into her Trey yelled his release, just as Olivia bucked wildly, her screech reverberating around the tiles, and Mike swearing volubly as he, too, climaxed.

  His legs trembling, chest heaving, Trey released Olivia into the water, gently pulling out of her as Mike did the same. No-one said anything. Words were too exhausting. He just enfolded her in his arms, while the other Dom leaned against the side.

  After a minutes Mike got out to dress and with a cheery wave left them.

  Trey was on top of the world. He had the woman he loved, and she was submissive to him. He nibbled her neck as his hands stroked her back. She seemed a little tense, but he put it down to the intensity of the ride.

  “So, little sub of mine. What’s next?”

  Olivia bristled and pulled forcibly away. There was a hardened look on her face, and she clambered out. What was wrong? He thought she had enjoyed the scene.

  She was trembling. “The next step is for me to tell Sean you have finished your retraining.”

  “Olivia?” What’s going on?

  Practically running to the door, she grabbed a robe to pull on as she ignored her clothes, but didn’t turn around to look at him.

  “You’ve passed with flying colors, but no more submission from me. It’s time to become a Domme again.” Her voice broke. “Goodbye, Trey.”

  Epilogue

  Olivia was sitting in Sean’s office, her head resting on her forearms on the desk, and she was crying.

  Sean's first thought was that this was almost déjà vu from when Lucas and Annabel were in his office at the termination of her training. But this was the turn of Olivia now. All it needed was for Trey to turn up, he ruefully thought.

  In fact, it would be good if he did arrive because Sean was finding it unnerving to have such a strong woman as Olivia sobbing in front of him. Had it been a huge mistake to ask her to take on Trey?

  "Olivia, will you please calm down. I still don't know what the problem is. Are you saying you hadn't finished with Trey?"

  Trey had completed the retraining program a few weeks ago, and Sean had to admit that Olivia had done a good job with the Dom. No longer was he worried about Trey’s practices, but the Dom actually seemed to care about his subs, which was something of a miracle.

  Sean had been watching remotely that final session when Trey had persuaded Mike to join him and Olivia in the hot tub for a double penetration scene. In fact, Sean had been astonished that Trey would share the control of any scene, and he just had to watch on the security monitor. Trey had proved him wrong, and Sean had seen a new side to him. Olivia had worked wonders.

  If anything, though, Sean was more intrigued by the change in Olivia, particularly if this latest episode was anything to go by.

  She looked at him with a confused look, her eyes looking particularly beautiful, soft and glittery through her tears.

  “Yes …no … yes.”

  Sean chuckled. “Well, what is it. Yes or no?”

  “No, I haven’t finished the training!”

  Looking at Olivia, surprised, Sean was about to ask why she had said he was ready when she stood to pace. He smiled ruefully. That was Trey’s usual practice when he was worried about anything.

  “Oh, God. That’s not right. He was ready … I’m the one who’s not ready. Everything has changed. Trey made me reflect on myself and what I am. And I don’t know what to do.”

  This admission was amazing, but confirmed what Sean had suspected.

  “Umm. Can you excuse me a moment? I’ve just remembered I forgot to pass some important instructions to… Lucas.”

  He ignored the startled look on her face as he hurriedly stood.

  She started to leave. “No! Stay there. I’ll be back shortly.”

  Olivia was still there when he returned a few minutes later. She was composed now. “Look, I was wrong to come here. I should go. Forget what I said.”

  Sean barred her way, which wasn’t easy considering her size. He gestured to the chair. “Sit down, Olivia. Please.”

  She stood uneasily, showing her uncertainty.

  “I need to get some more details from you for Trey’s file. Sign him off, that sort of thing.”

  “Oh.” She slumped into the chair.

  He resisted blowing a sigh of relief that she believed that hurried excuse so easily and went over to his filing cabinet. Retrieving the file in question before sitting in his seat, Sean opened it at a random place. He picked up a pen and ticked a page or two, then got to the end.

  “Umm, let me see. You were saying you were not ready to finish Trey’s training. What exactly is there still to do? You’ve covered trust, respect, the subtle use of impact and sensation tools, and even got him to share authority.”

  “He was ready.” He pretended to look puzzled. She continued. “Really. It’s me. I need to leave. Join another club or something. I need to move on with my life.”

  Sean shook his head. “Olivia. I watched the two of you. I could see that you enjoyed submitting to Trey.”

  She placed her head in her hands, her usually impeccably tidy hair coming adrift from the clips that held it back. “Oh God.”

  “Olivia, it’s no crime to be submissive.”

  “But I’m a Domme!” She raised her head to look at him, her confusion evident on her face.

  Sitting back in his seat he surreptitiously glanced over her shoulder as Trey silently entered the room and leaned against the wall listening to their conversation. “Tell me, Olivia, if you weren’t a Domme would you be happy being Trey’s sub?”

  “Oh God, yes.” Her response was immediate, and Trey suddenly looked alert, standing up straight.

  “Do you love him, Olivia?”

  She nodded. “Yes, but he just wants a sub.”

  The misery on her face at this predicament was clear.

  “So can’t you be mine now?” Olivia turned her head so quickly at Trey’s wistful question that Sean winced.

  As she stood quickly, the legs of the chair squeaked against the floor. “No, I can’t. I’ve been a Dominant too long. I can’t go back. I’m sorry.”

  “Can’t you give your submission to the person you say you love?” As Trey asked this Sean could hear the agony in his voice.

  She groaned as she realized he had heard her admission.

  “Even if I say I love you, too.”

  Olivia gasped and trembled, but shook her head, tears running down her face. “It’s been too many years. I’m too old to be controlled now.”

  Sean hissed at the heartbreaking look on Trey’s face as he turned to leave, keenly feeling the man’s pain at this rejection.

  “Stop it, both of you!” Sean’s demand had them both looking at him, startled.

  “For God’s sake.” Trey’s exclamation was harsh. “We’re both Dominants with reasons why we became Dominant. Neither of us can give in now, however, much we love each other.”

  “Oh? I watched some of your sessions. It looked to me that you were giving in very nicely.” Olivia’s head dropped. She obviously thought he was referring to her. “Both of you, at different times, submitted.” Sean stood with his hands on his hips and watched as his two senior Masters shared a guilty look.

  “That was only for the training.” Trey was adamant, crossing his arms defiantly as he glared at him.


  Sean smiled to himself when Olivia gave the same stance as she nodded in agreement.

  He shook his head. “Look at the two of you. Both in tune, both caring about each other, both knowing what the other’s needs are at any given time, and, I suspect, able to give exactly what is necessary.”

  “Are you suggesting I switch?” Olivia asked, with a frown on her face.

  “I’m suggesting you both switch.”

  Sean had to clasp his hands over his ears at the uproar.

  “Fuck that suggestion.”

  “You have to be kidding.”

  Using the time out symbol, he managed to get them to shut up. “Jeez. I am only saying you can switch with each other.”

  Silence followed this innovative idea. Both looked at each other unable to voice words.

  Trey broached the quiet first, his eyes showing his mistrust. “What, be Dominant with our subs and switch with each other?”

  Sean crossed his arms and grinned at them. “Yeah. How about it? I know you both have deep seated reasons for becoming Dominant, but you trust each other implicitly, don’t you?”

  “Can we?” The plea in Olivia’s voice was full of hope as she turned to Trey, wiping her wet face.

  Knowing his newly retrained Master would be the sticking point Sean gave a final push. “You might think, Trey, that Olivia was the one who showed her submissive side during your sessions, but there were times when you appeared to be thoroughly enjoying her being on top, being the Dominant one, challenging you.”

  Trey ran a hand through his hair. “Shit, I don’t know. I enjoyed Livvy’s feistiness, that’s for sure. But as to letting her Dom me, that’s something else. I vowed long ago not to let a woman dominate me again.”

  “Can you honestly say you didn’t have fun with the feather scene? Or enjoy her fellatio? Or love her riding you?”

  The look on his face as comprehension hit Trey was a huge moment of relief for Sean.

  It was Olivia who appeared more Dominant suddenly, as she put her hands on her hips and glared at the club owner. “I know you have the monitors for safety, but I find it creepy that you’ve studied our sessions that much.”

  Trey moved forward and roughly pulled her to him, cupping her face in his palms. “Forget this dick. We can certainly give it a try. I can give it a go. But, for God’s sake don’t let anyone know!”

  She laughed loudly and wrapped her long arms around his back pulling him to her as he swooped in to kiss her hungrily, and Sean relaxed against his desk, extremely pleased with the outcome.

  “Come on, let’s get out of here. Bye, Sean—and thanks.” Trey led the way out of the room.

  Sean drummed his fingers on the desk for a moment, before walking over to his mini-fridge to get a beer and then sauntered casually down the corridor to the monitor room where one of his staff was viewing the screens. Some might say that this was voyeuristic, but he made it known at induction into the Club that all rooms were monitored. It provided a safety feature that was very useful.

  Nodding to his member of staff to leave, he sat down in the seat and waited until the intrepid duo arrived in a room.

  “Ah, there they are.” He guessed they would go to a room immediately to try out his suggestion. Of course, there had been the chance they would go home, but he knew them better. Now, the question was, what would they do next?

  Trey and Olivia stood in a room which held a swing, looking at each other, neither moving.

  “Umm, Trey, we’re here, so who goes first?”

  He chuckled. “Hell if I know. This was Sean’s mad idea.”

  Sean won his silent wager that Trey would be the person to take charge, although he wasn’t expecting Trey’s next comment.

  “How about you get in the swing where I tie your legs, but leave your hands free, and you attach the cuffs on my wrists to the hooks on the rope.” Trey was still wearing the training cuffs. He kept saying he liked the heavy feel of them.

  Olivia eyed the swing uncertainly. “Are you sure it will take my weight?”

  Trey took hold of her shoulders walking her over to the equipment. Sean could see he was tenderly caressing her shoulders. “Let’s try it and see. Of course, if it collapses and brings the ceiling down I’d love to know what Sean’s gonna put on his insurance claim.”

  That made Sean sit up. Hmm. It should take their weight. I hope.

  He watched anxiously at their antics as they got Olivia undressed and into position, and his heart started beating quicker. The swing creaked, but held. From what Sean could see on the monitor, Olivia was sitting back in the swing with her legs in a wide V and Trey was standing before her, his wrists attached to the rope above them.

  “So my brave, strong lover, let’s see what we have in here.” Sean guessed she was undoing Trey’s jeans. “Oh, my. Someone is eager to see me.”

  “And if you don’t stop playing with me like that I’m going to turn Dom on you and yank my cuffs from the clips and slam into you.”

  You do that and insurance be damned, I’m making you pay for the replacement cost.

  “Is this what you want, my love?”

  Trey groaned loudly. “Oh, yes, sweetheart.” Sean surmised that Olivia had maneuvered Trey’s cock into her pussy.

  Olivia grabbed hold of Trey’s butt and swung herself toward him. This was a clever idea. He’d have to suggest it to his other Masters. In the meantime, the sounds of delight coming from both of them made Sean erect, and he shifted in his seat as he watched Trey push forward to meet Olivia.

  “That is exactly where I need to be, where I always want to be.”

  The love in Trey’s voice startled Sean.

  “Will it work do you think? Us?” Olivia sounded less certain.

  “If we help one another, compromise, do it together, it will.”

  “Hmm. Both in control and yet yielding to the other. I like it.”

  “I think that’s what they call marriage.” Trey sounded rueful.

  Olivia chuckled. “Why, Master Trey, if that is a proposal, I may have to accept.”

  Trey laughed. “I do love you, you feisty, maddening, beautiful woman.”

  “Not as much as I do you, you irritating, adorable hunk of a man.”

  “Want a bet?”

  As they started moving in earnest trying to outdo each other, no more words necessary.

  Sean sat back in his seat, smiling broadly. He was extremely pleased with his work. Tipping his glass toward the two in honor of their partnership, he silently thought it wouldn’t be long before Olivia became the sub in that relationship, but in the meantime, she’d make Trey work hard to earn her submission. It would be a battle of wills.

  The End

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