Taken by the Dom

by Cassandra Dee

  I heard him let out an exhale. “I knew I could count on you, Uncle Gray. I’ll make it up to you once I’ve got it all together. I promise.”

  We didn’t talk long, and soon the conversation was over. After all, a baby is a baby, and the deed was already done. No sense in belittling my nephew until the ends of the earth. Besides, it sounded like he knew what he was doing. Shit, if I were an expectant father, I wouldn’t be so calm.

  But Andy seemed like he was on the ball.

  Like he had plans.

  So we hung up, and my thoughts flew back to Minnie.

  Because ironically, I’d just done the virgin bareback. Accidental pregnancy? I could very well be next.

  Damn, I’ve never been this irresponsible.

  But Minnie was too delectable. How she had smashed her lips on mine the moment she entered the cabin. Our tongues had battled for dominance and I easily won.

  Plus, the feel of those big, soft tits squeezed against my chest was amazing. Her sheer innocence. The submissive quality to her soft curves, even as her voice called my name.

  Fuck, the girl was amazing.

  I’ve never tasted anyone as good as her. None of my past submissives even came close.

  And when I finally entered that sweet teen cunt, she’d stretched while sighing to accommodate my length. That beautiful back arched as she lifted her hips, letting me get in deeper.

  I guess that’s what’s good about having someone so young and fresh, new to the world. The girls are flexible and elastic down there, never used before.

  I should stop thinking about her.

  I should stop thinking about that moment.

  I should stop thinking about her hot pussy taking my hard cock like a pro.

  But I couldn’t.

  I couldn’t stop thinking about the virgin. My mind reeled back to the moment of penetration. I could still remember how our eyes clashed before the girl nodded ever so slightly to tell me that she was okay, urging me forwards.

  And then it was on. I fucked her like an animal. The redhead was amazing, moaning like a whore, filling the room with breathless shrieks as she was dicked for the first time. I’ve never been turned on that much by a woman’s noises.

  Shit, I was so screwed.

  Totally lost to this female, one and done.

  But the scene just kept re-playing in my mind, in an endless reel. I kept picturing her huge, heavy tits swaying before my eyes. I remembered how she’d spread herself open, enticing me, telling me to fuck her. I’d tied her to the four-poster. I’d moved my cock into her pussy, letting her sigh and scream as those folds were penetrated for the first time.

  I wanted her to remember every single detail. I wanted every moment to be burned in her memory. I wanted her to remember me when another guy tried to touch her or even lay a finger on her. I was her first. And I’d taken something she could never give to another man.

  Her virginity.

  But fuck. Even the mere thought of another man made my blood boil. WTF? It shouldn’t be like this. A submissive isn’t a lifetime position. We weren’t bound by anything, except a few good times and some delicious play.

  But hell.

  This girl’s gotten to me.

  My heart pounded, eyes going red.

  Fuck if another man took her. Fuck if another man tasted that sweet pussy.

  I’d pound him into the ground.

  Calm down, a voice in my head spoke then. It hasn’t happened. You’ll get tired of Minnie soon enough. Just act normal.

  I shook my head, trying to clear the haze in my brain. Right. We weren’t there. We were just starting out, so it was time to get a grip.

  So I tried to focus even as the voice crackling on the intercom jolted me from my reverie.

  “Mr. Thorn?” came my secretary’s voice.

  I pressed the button. “Yes?”

  “There’s a Mr. Evans in the other line. He says he’s a father of one of your students.”

  My heartbeat suddenly went into overtime. Had Minnie spoken with her dad about us? Aw, shit.

  “Put him on line,” was my grunt. And in a second, a male voice came through.

  “Hello, Headmaster Thorn.”

  I cleared my throat. “Mr. Evans. Always a pleasure to hear from you.”

  It wasn’t really. What if Minnie had talked? I couldn’t exactly imagine her spilling the beans on us, what with how she reacted last night. But what-ifs lingered in my head, taunting me, allowing me to grow hot under the collar. Fuck my life. Aw shit.

  I loosened my tie a little bit and unbuttoned the top button even as I waited for Patrick to speak. His voice came through, gruff but neutral.

  “Just calling about my daughter, Mr. Thorn. Minnie never tells how she’s holding up at Forest Hills.”

  My eyebrows rose. Minnie didn’t call him? But it made sense. Pat threw her in here even though she didn’t deserve it. And now that she was in the lion’s den, the lion was taking its fill. But then again, Minnie loved it all.

  “Don’t the other girls call their parents?” Pat asked with a grunt. “Or is my daughter the only one that ignores her father?”

  What the hell? I ran a hand through my hair. Why would Mr. Evans care about getting a call from Minnie? As far as I understood, he wanted Minnie gone and away as soon as possible, as far as possible. That’s why his daughter was enrolled in my reform school despite the fact that she’d done nothing wrong.

  But his mistake was a blessing to me.

  “The other girls do call,” I answered smoothly. “We want to make sure that the students still have contact with their family. We have computers here with internet, and both Skype and Facetime are installed. I’ll make sure Minnie reaches out to you.”

  “She hasn’t,” Pat grunted. “Not once.”

  I cleared my throat. “I don’t know, Patrick. We give our students freedom to call their family. It’s her choice. Maybe give her more time? Change and development don’t happen overnight.”

  “I see,” he grunted again, voice curt yet passive at once. “Do you see how ungrateful she is? Just like her mother. I put Minnie in a special school because I’m concerned for her future and this is how she repays me,” he snarled.

  But I knew the real reason underlying Patrick’s anger. His daughter was a living reminder of his failed marriage. Every time he saw Minnie, he was reminded of the wife who turned her back on him and ran off with another guy.

  “Maybe she’s too focused on schoolwork,” I soothed. “Your daughter’s doing well at Forest Hills. She’s already at the top of her class.”

  That was true. Minnie’s grades were exceptional. She’d flourished under the care of the institution, getting straight A’s. Every time I met with her instructors, they’d give me an update. Who was falling behind and who was passing with flying colors. Minnie was part of the latter.

  In fact, the brunette’s teachers confided that if she kept up this level of performance for the rest of the month, the girl would be in the running for valedictorian. Holy fuck. My little female has really taken to Forest Hills.

  I knew it.

  She’s an amazing person, smart and intelligent.

  It just took the right man supporting her, and Minnie’s flourished.

  Plus, there were hidden benefits. Even though my girl wants to be an aesthetician, maybe she’d change her mind. She’s young and impressionable. Today’s Youtube tutorials on make-up application could be obsolete by tomorrow. College was still on the table, especially with her newfound academic success.

  Because she deserved it.

  Minnie deserved to have the world. The poor girl had lost her mother for selfish reasons and had been forced to transfer schools at the last minute by her father. She’d suffered in life enough; my girl deserved to have a bright future, bestowing her smiles and smarts on the world.

  “She’s actually smart?” Pat sneered, totally clueless. “I thought she’d have her mother’s brains. And trust me, it’s hard to imagine someone
as dumb as her mother.”

  “Minnie’s just fine,” I said coolly. “Very talented.”

  “Yeah, whatever,” Pat scoffed. “My daughter will never get anywhere in life, that much is obvious. I got news about Elaine a week ago. The whore got put in jail. They found drugs at her workplace, stashed inside her drawer. And Minnie’s of her ilk, she’ll never rise beyond her biological destiny.”

  What the fuck was biological destiny? But for a moment, I was happy Minnie had no contact with her mom. After all, crackpot whores aren’t exactly a good influence, and my girl’s heart would break knowing her mother was scraping the bottom of the barrel. She’d probably try to help, even from far away Forest Hills.

  “I’m sure things will be fine,” came my neutral voice. “There’s nothing to suggest drug use or illegal activity.”

  “Ah, you’ve found a soft spot for her,” came Patrick’s sly voice.

  More than just a soft spot, you prick. More like a hard rod.

  But there was no sense in giving it all away.

  “She’s one of the best students this school’s ever had,” I said in an even tone. “Everything’s on track, there’s nothing to suggest that Minnie’s gonna go off the rails.”

  “That means she gets good grades, huh?”

  I ran a hand through my hair, already tired of this conversation.

  “Yeah. Your daughter has a bright future ahead of her, Patrick. We don’t know what it is yet because she’s young. But right now, things look like they’re gonna be fine.”

  Patrick snorted.

  “I gave her mother a salon, you know. Bought her a business because she told me that was her dream. And you know what? That slut ran off with a prick and took the salon too. I had no way to reclaim it. And now look,” he said snorting. “The feds are gonna take that shit because of the drug bust.”

  My fists clenched. This conversation was fucking pointless. It wasn’t even about Minnie. It was about Patrick’s gripes about his ex-wife, and unfortunately, he’d directed that attention to his daughter. And now by extension, me.

  “Do you think Minnie will turn out like that too?” I asked him patiently. Shit, they should pay me more to be headmaster, trying to soothe high-strung parents. “You know she’s not troubled, Patrick. She’s here for other reasons,” was my ominous hint.

  “I put her there because she’s a burden, Thorn,” Patrick sniped. “She’s a burden and fuck, but my time is up. I’m not supporting her anymore, she needs to stand on her own two feet.”

  A momentary pause.

  “And what does that mean?” was my smooth yet dangerous voice. “What were you thinking?”

  “I’ll tell you what that means,” Patrick snarled. “It means that Minnie’s off my dime. After graduation, she’s on her own.”

  “You mean you’re kicking her out?” I asked him, my voice slow. This news would devastate Minnie. She’s been doing well at Forest Hills, achieving and succeeding. It was like watching a baby bird, teetering at a branch and then taking a leap, throwing themselves into the unknown. And yet, the redhead had done all that and more. She’d thrown herself off the branch and was now soaring unexpectedly, flying to new heights.

  But her father didn’t care.

  “Why yes, Thorn, I am,” Patrick said calmly. “I don’t want to be burdened any longer. I’ve done my part as a parent.”

  “So what does that mean?” I pressed again. “She’s eighteen and an adult. What do you get from all this?”

  That was the key question, and Patrick grunted.

  “I’ll come to graduation, and that’s it,” he declared flatly. “At the ceremony, I’m gonna tell her that she’s on her own. No more from me. I’m wiping my hands clean of the bitch, my wallet’s closed and the front door’s locked.”

  Holy fucking shit. What a heartless bastard. He was cutting Minnie off, and at graduation too. What a time to drop a bomb.

  “Fine,” I said shortly. “It’s your choice,” were my ominous words.

  “That’s right it is,” said Patrick, smarmy to the end. “I don’t gotta support no one anymore, this is my right.”

  I wanted to say more. There were some choice words on my tongue about how supporting a child wasn’t the same as charity. But they’d be wasted on a loser like Pat Evans. The fucker was so close-minded and provincial, that nothing from me would make a difference.

  So instead, I was the consummate professional.

  “It’s your choice, Mr. Evans,” came my neutral words. “See you at graduation.”

  And just like that, the call was done.

  But my work wasn’t done. Because Minnie is my girl, and I wasn’t gonna leave her high and dry.

  Naw. Maybe her dad didn’t want her anymore, but that made no difference to me.

  Maybe Patrick didn’t care if his daughter starved. Maybe he didn’t care that she didn’t have a penny, nor any shoes, clothes, or housing.

  So I’d take care of her instead.

  And the minute the thought entered my head, I knew it was right.

  Minnie’s mine, after all. Mine in every way, shape and form.

  That curvy body was mine to taste, mine to own, and mine to keep.

  This was just gonna cement our interactions. The girl would know who she belonged to for real then.

  Because after graduation, there’d be no more play time, no more dabbling or light-hearted shit. Minnie was in for the ride of her life … and the female better hold on tight.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Minnie

  I gave it up to Thorn.

  It’s been a month since that first time, and there are no pretenses anymore. Each of our sessions is hot, heavy and intense, the alpha taking me every which way. Once, we didn’t even get to talk. The moment I stepped in the cabin, we were going at it like rabid animals, tearing off one another’s clothes, his cock crammed deep within two seconds.

  I’m a whory woman, unable to get enough.

  Master Thorn, take me.

  Master Thorn, I’m yours.

  Unnnh, Master Thorn. Yes, more!

  The day after the first time, I couldn’t even walk normally. I was so sore down there, my pussy lips swollen, my interior aching. It was no joke, and I actually thought about laying in my bunk bed, feigning illness. But I couldn’t. I’ve done so well at Forest Hills, and I didn’t want to disappoint Thorn in any way. So classes it was, even as my pussy ached, interior muscles stretched in strange and wonderful ways.

  But God was it good. Everything was unbelievable. His cock inside my pussy, the way he fucked me without mercy. But there was more to it than that. I loved how Thorn beat me and teased me at once, using everything in that little toy box to the max.

  The whips.

  The chains.

  Any type of punishment, and I was already aching for more, my pussy dripping as I screamed his name.

  And if I wasn’t mistaken, people were starting to catch on. Or at least, my roommates had doubts.

  “You’re probably the only one at Forest Hills who looks forward to her counselling sessions,” Nicole commented as I got up from my bed and started looking for my shoes. It was only six thirty. My session was at seven, and yet I was already getting ready.

  I shrugged and tried to pass it off.

  “He’s a good listener,” was my murmured response.

  Of course, there was a lot more than listening going on. It was the fact that he fucked me well and deep, filling my hole with his thick and long cock, hitting right where I loved. Thorn knew how to give it to me good, and he did it well. Right there in the room, my pussy loosened a little, anticipating the next two hours.

  But my roomies were onto something.

  “Amen to that!” Bex cried, sitting up from her bed and grinning at me with a thumb’s up. “I’m still jealous that you actually have Master Thorn as your counselor.”

  Samantha jumped in as well.

  “So tell us, Minnie,” Sami started, grinning at me mischievously, “How doe
s Mr. Thorn counsel so well?”

  Oh shit, oh shit. Did they know? My heart pounded in my chest, panic rising in an unstoppable wave. But I had to play it cool because maybe it was just my imagination. Maybe I was dreaming things, on pins and needles given the wrongness of the situation.

  But the girls just wouldn’t drop it.

  “Yeah Minnie,” Nicole giggled then, her eyes teasing. “Tell us everything. How does Master Thorn listen? You know, like with his ears or with his …?”

  I sat down on my bed and shrugged nonchalantly like it was nothing.

  “He’s good. You know the headmaster has a Ph.D. in psychology right? Like he’s actually trained about this stuff. I think he doesn’t have other students because between his administrative duties and running this place, he’s too busy. But the headmaster really listens to my problems. Like he hears me, really hears me, and makes it seem like we’re just two friends talking.”

  That was true. The man is incredible when it comes to addressing my problems. And even though we start most session with the physical, believe it or not, there’s actually some talk that goes on afterwards.

  I could still remember the conversation from last week.

  I was panting heavily on his bed, trying to recover, while he had his head propped up on his right arm, just looking at me. Those blue eyes roved over my heaving curves, one big hand lightly trailing over my belly. Tingles ran up my spine again. I was sure that big bronzed body was gearing up again, but instead, he kept his hand off my privates, merely stroking the small pooch of my stomach.

  “So what’s gonna happen when school’s done?” came that growl, blue eyes warm.

  Honestly, I didn’t want to think of what would happen when school was done because it meant no more us. Not that there was an “us” precisely, but there’d be no more counseling sessions. No more hot nights in his cabin, our bodies wrapped around one another, that giant pole erupting in my insides. No more virile semen trickling from my pussy the next day, wet trails that I furtively wiped in the bathroom.

  I didn’t want to think about it because it made me sad.