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Copyright© 2015 Raven McAllan
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DEDICATION
To Tina for nagging in the nicest possible way for Linsey's story,
Doris and the Ravdor Chicks for their help and enthusiasm, and to
Paul for ignoring the dust bunnies as usual.
THE DOM WITH THE DARK EYES
Dommissimma, 6
Raven McAllan
Copyright © 2015
Chapter One
Why oh why was she here? Decked out like a dog’s dinner with a silver glittery mask on that only left her eyes, nose and mouth on show, plus a long silver cape, which covered her from neck to toes.
And not much else. A silk and satin teddy and sheer black stockings, a pair of long dangly earrings and an itch on her spine she couldn’t reach to scratch. Linsey wriggled uncomfortably, well aware she was out of her comfort zone. She liked leather cat suits, not ‘almost there’ undies.
Was that why the invite said no cat suits, no leather and cloaks made of silvery silk, and satin only? Plus of course the mask, which along with the cape had been couriered to her earlier in the day.
Linsey was damned sure her invite had been doctored. She was certain she’d seen both leather and cat suits under people’s capes. But Tay was forever telling her leather cat suits weren’t the only dress suitable for BDSM and she’d bet her favorite red one this was his way of showing her.
She hated it. The crotch of the teddy kept creeping up her butt crack, her boobs had no intention of being confined within the silk and hold up stockings always felt as if they were going to roll down and land around her ankles.
As for masked balls? Linsey rolled her eyes as she scanned the large garden at the home of her co-owner and his wife and unhooked one of her long dangly earrings from her hair for the umpteenth time. How soon could she leave, go home, get into her yellow duck pajamas, make a cup of cocoa or unscrew the rather nice bottle of cab-sav she’d picked out as a pick me up? Then, cuddle Clarence the cat, open the large bar of fruit and nut chocolate that was stashed in the fridge, and curl up with a good book?
Masked balls were the pits. She couldn’t even find someone she knew to bitch with.
So, how soon?
Not soon enough, unfortunately.
Tay and Julia were celebrating the anniversary of Jules—also known as Silver—being collared.
Hence the silver theme.
Streamers and balloons decked the trees and the outside of the house, and the music was songs like, ‘By the Light of the Silvery Moon’, and ‘Silver Star’. A barbeque had a silly notice with things like ‘get your silverside steak rolls and silver hake sarnies here’. The plates were silver colored, the cutlery the real thing, and the chefs wore silver aprons and masks and nothing else.
It was OTT, but as Jules had said, cheerfully, it was the one and only time they were doing it so they might as well be naff. Plus, as she was six months pregnant, if everyone wore capes her bump wouldn’t stand out like the specter at the feast.
It might be naff, but it was good-natured, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves which, Linsey decided was nice. If only she felt the same. Usually, she’d be in a much better frame of mind, and enjoy the evening herself, but for some reason not tonight.
It was, she decided, all to do with comfort zones. Linsey hated being pushed out of hers. Unless it was by choice she didn’t appreciate not being in charge, and at that moment in time, she knew she was very definitely not in charge.
So, how long before I can sneak away, and enjoy my days off?
The club—Dommissimma, one of the premier BDSM clubs in the country—was shut for the weekend, and she intended to make the most of it. Her favorite cab company was on speed dial, so to get home wasn’t a problem. In theory all she needed to do was find her shoes—she’d kicked them off and she thought they were in the nearby shrubbery—check her credit card was still inside the tiny pocket sewn into her teddy for that purpose, and go.
Linsey Mitchell worked hard, played hard and relaxed totally whenever, whatever was called for.
Usually.
But this was to her, purgatory. And she knew she really couldn’t leave so soon. Tay and Jules had entertainment on later, and one, a fire eater was someone she wanted to watch. Then she’d go. In fact she’d ring the cab company and give them a rough time to pick her up.
It took seconds to do, and satisfied that at least one thing was in her control, Linsey put her tiny phone back into the inner pocket of her cloak—bigger than the one in her teddy and better for her phone—and wandered further into the garden. The entertainment was due to start within the half hour so for now she’d sip the rather good glass of champagne and watch the others. At least masked, no one would know who she was and bother her.
Except for Tay, and he was too busy to ask why she was skulking in the darkness.
“Interesting isn’t it?” The deep dark voice behind her made her unbalance as she spun around to face the owner. “People watching.” He … she … went on. “Especially when you have no idea who it is you’re spying on.”
Her cloak flowed out behind her, and behind a mask identical to hers she saw dark, very dark eyes widen in appreciation as the silver material settled back to hide her once more.
He, she decided it was definitely a he, whistled.
“The cloak looks good, what’s under it looks stunning.” He flicked one side of her cloak out, put one long finger onto the soft skin at her neck and stroked downward toward her breast.
She shivered and blushed; she, who never ever went red, went the color of a ripe cherry.
He laughed softly.
“Yeah. I feel it as well.” He caught hold of her hand and put it over his leather-covered cock. The soft bulge hardened and she curled her fingers around it.
Was that really her? Feeling up a total stranger? Letting him touch her and not kneeing him in the balls?
What was in that wine? She’d only drunk half a glass, but this behavior was so not usual. Even so she gave into the urge to stroke his cock and squeeze it gently.
He groaned. “So fucking good. However, laters, sweetness. I have work to do. I assume you’re stopping for a while?”
All thoughts of leaving as soon as she could went out of her mind.
“I guess I am.”
“Meet me here after the fire eater?” It might be couched as a question but she was damned sure he intended there to be only one answer.
She nodded.
“Good girl. I have to go. By the way, I intend to call you, sweet Cherry.”
“You do?” She was puzzled. “Why?” Surely her red cheeks hadn’t been so obvious? She had a mask on. Heat flooded her again and she had to force herself not to shuffle or twitch.
He smiled and traced the outline of her lips. “Cherries are sweet, succulent and habit forming. But let’s say it’s the color of these lips, which I can see and the color of those lips that I can’t yet, but will later. The color of these.” He stroked her cheeks. “And the color the others will be later.”
Linsey gasped. The pictu
re he painted made her nipples tighten to the point of pain and push against the silk of her teddy. “Sure of yourself aren’t you?”
Damn the breathy little girl voice. However she knew it was that or splutter like an idiot.
“Well, sweet Cherry,” he flicked her earring and set it swinging, “someone has to be. I want you, you want me, and want is not going to be our master.” He paused and his grin was sinful and full of promise. “I am.”
Her juices gathered and slid over her denuded pussy. Maybe there was something for not daring to bare. At least the hair would stop her legs getting soaked as much. Instead she was in danger of creating a puddle. Linsey clenched her muscles and did her best to seem cool calm and collected.
At this rate I’ll need lady pads.
“You’re a Dom?”
He nodded. “What else?”
Yeah, he screams Dom.
“A switch maybe?” She took a step back and craned her head so she could see his face, or the portion not covered by a mask, more clearly. “Dom and sub.” She clarified her words, just in case.
“I know what a switch is, sweet Cherry. Let’s say with the right persuasion, I could be.”
“Oh good.” Linsey decided it was time to assert a little of her own dominance. “So am I.”
It was his turn to take a step back. “Well, well, life is going to be interesting isn’t it?” He chuckled. “And on that note, I must go. I’ll see you here soon.” He turned and left with a swirl of cloak. For the first time Linsey saw what he was holding.
A red and silver handled flogger.
****
If it wasn’t so stupid, Michael Radcliffe would have high fived as he walked rapidly across to the patio where he’d set his equipment up earlier. He’d rather be sparring with, or flogging the lovely Cherry than getting ready to fire eat.
Still it was a little thing to do for Tay and Silver, two of his favorite people. Tay had stood beside him when the shit hit the fan earlier, and Silver adored Tay. Ergo he would do whatever he could to seal their happiness. They deserved it. Rad was one of the few people who had always known Tay was Taylor Mack, star of hot stuff heroic TV shows, and how he’d met and lost his lady. Now they were together again Rad was their staunchest supporter.
Hence he was about to do his now little performed act. He tried not to use fire except for cooking these days.
But needs must and he owed it to everyone that it was safe and successful. With his customary ruthlessness Rad blocked Cherry and anything else out of his mind apart from his coming demo.
Which, he accepted an hour later seemed to have been the success he hoped for.
As usual, once he started he’d been so focused he couldn’t tell if one person or one hundred people had watched. Usually he enjoyed dragging the oohs and ahhs out of people who knew enough not to be over impressed, and reveled in the buzz it gave him.
Tonight had been different. Oh he got the buzz, but somehow it was increased by the knowledge that hopefully Cherry watched and enjoyed the show. It had set him on his mettle and he didn’t need Tay to tell him he’d excelled himself.
Rad rubbed his arm absently. As a body came into view he’d lost his focus for one split second and burned his arm as he rolled fire across it. He didn’t try to analyze how, even masked and cloaked like everyone else, he knew it was Cherry. Luckily it was only the hairs that were singed. But it was a timely reminder never ever to take his mind off the task in hand.
“Great stuff, mate. You mustn’t retire,” Tay said, and slapped him on the back hard enough to set Rad rocking on his heels. “Keep your hand in. Talking of which I’ve a proposition to put to you. Not now though, go forth and find a sub. The playroom’s set up if you want it. I’ll give you a ring tomorrow late on.” He winked. “In case you’re busy.”
Rad laughed. “Right, not because you will be?”
“Oh that as well.” Tay waved as he moved off and Rad turned to wiping down and storing his equipment, ready to lock in Tay’s garage.
He worked swiftly, and within twenty minutes walked briskly across the lawn to where he’d left Cherry.
The area was deserted. Nobody at all within thirty yards.
Disappointment hit him hard. Had it all been an act? Okay they were masked, and it was all supposed to be secretive and enticing, but she’d agreed. The degree of dismay he felt surprised him. How could a woman he’d just met and spoken to for all of five minutes affect him so much? The deep dark sense of rejection was an emotion he’d never experienced before, and Rad wasn’t sure he’d want to again.
Something touched his shoulder and he spun round. He could have cried with relief.
“Sorry I got delayed.” She sounded out of breath and dots of perspiration sheened her skin. “I was watching the fire eater. It was you, wasn’t it?”
He swallowed. She looked hot in more ways than one. “Yeah.”
She grinned and her eyes twinkled behind the mask. In the moonlight he couldn’t clearly see what color they were. He didn’t care. She was there, next to him.
“It was hot in more ways than one.”
Rad bowed very theatrically. “Thank you, my sweet Cherry. Shall I make you hot in even more ways?
****
Linsey gulped. She’d been so turned on by his act she’d taken a few moments to slip away, hide in the shrubbery and finger herself to a climax. Now one look at him, her masked Dom, and she accepted coming had been a waste of time. She was as wet and horny as she had been before. Perhaps even more.
She’d always been happy to switch. To be a Domme or a sub, as the mood took her, and enjoy either giving or receiving whatever she and her partner chose. She’d also known from an early age she was bi. She loved men and women in equal measures, never knew what or who would take her fancy and was happy about it.
Until Laura. Linsey had fallen for Laura deeply and thought Laura had felt the same. However one major part of Linsey’s make up stood in their way of happiness. Laura couldn’t accept Linsey’s bisexuality.
Eventually, they’d decided enough was enough and their relationship had floundered before it even really started. For several months now Linsey had known something was missing in her life and until that moment still had been.
Not anymore.
“Well?” Sir of the dark eyes looked at her intently.
“Well, yes but.” She laughed nervously and rubbed her hands over her cloak. “I can’t say I want you to run fire over me, but other than that I’m open to suggestions.
“No fire it is, sweet Cherry.”
His voice with its hint of what… a Welsh accent maybe…unfurled around her like a cocoon of promises.
“Come with me.” He held out his hand and she took it gladly. As a step into the unknown it was a biggie, but Linsey reasoned she was in the garden of Tay and Julia, this man must be a friend of theirs, and he’d said he was into the lifestyle. Well at a celebration for a collaring he couldn’t be anything else. It wasn’t something many vanilla friends would understand or subscribe to, especially as the entertainment had included a whipping exhibition Linsey had seen before and knew was pretty hard core.
They crossed the lawn and headed for a gravel path, which meandered through a shrubbery toward the high stone wall that surrounded the property. In the half darkness Linsey stumbled over a stone. She’d put the dratted heels on and was suffering for it. Sir of the dark eyes stopped walking, looked at her feet and swung her effortlessly into his arms.
“I could say go barefoot for your stupidity in wearing shoes you so obviously can’t cope with. However, as any marks on you are going to be made by me, sweet Cherry, this is better this time. Hold on, not far now.” He keyed in a set of numbers on a pad on the wall and slipped through a now open gateway and into the lane behind.
“Color, sweet Cherry?”
Co…? She realized he must mean because they’d left the confines of the garden.
Go for it. She almost told herself to live dangerously for once, but
that was definitely not it. Not dangerous, more alive perhaps? “Oh green, Sir.”
He nodded, kicked the gate shut and strode away down the lane. “Part of me says to tell you you’re stupid, the other part rejoices in your trust. I won’t let you down.”
The click of the lock as it snibbed was like a signal that one part of her life had ended and the next just begun.
Chapter Two
Rad opened the gate to his own home some five houses down the lane, and strode up the path towards the sunroom where he’d left a light on.
Even though the garden was dotted with sparkling, low level lights that twinkled in the darkness, it was so much easier to navigate by the welcoming glow of indoors.
“You live here?” Cherry asked him softly.
“Yeah for now. Will it do?”
She giggled. “More than, I should think. It’s welcoming.”
“Good.” That was what he’d aimed for when he’d had it built to his specifications. He hoped the next occupants would enjoy it as much as he had.
“Hold on a sec.” Rad set her down on her feet while he opened the door and then picked her up again. As he entered the house with his precious burden he remembered something. He’d dragged her away before supper was served. “Are you hungry? We didn’t wait for food.”
“Only for you,” she said and he heard the sincerity in her voice.
“Good, then can I say let’s adjourn to my playroom?”
Cheery twisted in his arms to look up at him. “You have one here?”
He nodded. “I prefer to play in privacy.” He didn’t see the point of mentioning it was going to be dismantled the week after.
Why did she look downcast for a moment? Or did she? It was such a brief expression, Rad wasn’t sure. Before he had a chance to ask her, Cherry spoke again.
“Then by all means, yes please.”
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