Her Dom's Secret Past

by Suzy Shearer

  I grabbed a rabbit from my drawer of tricks and in no time at all she was screaming my name. I admired my handiwork. Pretty oily wax decorated her very nicely. I removed the blindfold and checked her again. She blinked at me and gave a slow smile.

  I decided to add to my design, pulling out my cock, I began stroking it. Anabelle’s eyes were slightly glazed as I pulled at my dick with one hand and pushed the rabbit in and out with the other. She shuddered as the sweet bunny kept nibbling at her clit, her orgasms rocking her. I increased the work on my dick and almost burst when my cum spurted all over her body.

  Anabelle was out for the count. Her eyes were open, but she had drifted into her happy place. I quickly untied her once I’d caught my breath and removed the rabbit. Running my hand over where the hot oil had touched, I discovered it was perfect for tenderly massaging her all over to start my after-care.

  Once I’d rubbed it in, I picked her up and laid her on the bed. Then I went into the bathroom and began filling the tub. Quickly, I removed the last of my clothes and carried her into the bathtub. Fitting her between my legs, I let her lay her head on my chest while I murmured to her.

  “You are so beautiful, my wonderful sub. I adore you.”

  She lay languidly, turning her head to let me kiss her neck, her ear, her cheek. She smiled—one of those secretive smiles, and I fell in love with her all over again.

  Chapter Twenty

  Anabelle

  Becky and I were having a quick coffee opposite the boutique. I was between appointments and she’d been shopping. It was good to relax for ten minutes.

  “How’s everything going for the Expo? On target?”

  “Yes, all the gowns are finished, the handouts are at the printers, ready to be picked up, and the models are hired. Charlie’s got the booth organized. I think we’re ready.”

  “How’s John taking this? I mean, you moved in to the house in August and now have kind of moved out two months later?”

  “He’s fine. He knew this was what was going to happen. I explained before I moved in that this week we work long hours and it was easier for me to only drive five minutes than thirty, and he agreed. Anyway, he’s come over to the salon a few times to help with stuff. He’s brought in lunch for us all twice and we talk on the phone each night. Once Sunday is over then I can move back.”

  “Good thing you didn’t lease your apartment.”

  “I know, but I’m thinking I’ll put it on the market soon.”

  Becky reached across the table and took my hand. “I’m very happy for you. I can see how John lights up when he looks at you and you, you’re just crazy about him.”

  “I am. I never thought I’d ever feel this way. It’s wonderful.”

  I glanced across at the salon then did a double take.

  “Becky, look over at my place. See that guy?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’ve seen him before. This morning.”

  “Where?”

  “Here. It’s like he’s walking up and down, watching the place.”

  “Don’t be silly, he probably works around here.”

  “Maybe.”

  We finished our coffee and I kissed Becky goodbye.

  “Hey, Belle, go up the road and I’ll see if he follows you.”

  “Okay.”

  I walked out of the coffee shop and proceeded up to the next corner and crossed the road. There was a bakery there, so I went inside and got a dozen and a half mini Danish pastries for the staff. Once I was served and came out, I walked back down to the salon and entered. After telling Miriam to let the others know about the cakes, I left them in the tea room and went to my office. About five minutes later, Becky rang.

  “That was weird. He walked to the corner and watched you. Then he went into a shop, but when you walked past, he followed you again. I think you should ring the police.”

  “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll see if he’s back tomorrow.”

  “Well, be careful. Remember what happen with Ed.”

  “As if I could forget. But this guy… Well, I’ve never seen him before. I don’t know.”

  “Promise me you’ll be careful.”

  “I promise.”

  I didn’t see the guy for the rest of the day and actually forgot all about him. Today was Friday and the big bridal expo was on Sunday. Charlie and two of the girls were at the venue setting up. As well as having a large corner booth with a couple of gowns and fabrics on display, I had eight gowns in a mini fashion show. Somehow, John had volunteered to be in it as well. He and I had been talking and I told him about the girls walking—I had three bridesmaid gowns and five brides when he’d asked why I didn’t have a groom. When I told him it was expensive enough for the eight female models without male ones as well, he volunteered.

  I’d thought he was joking, but he assured me he was all for it. Told me he had a tux, and we worked out the first bride would walk down alone and then I’d alternate between bridesmaids and brides with John escorting each of the remaining four brides. He seemed very excited by the plan when I decided we were going ahead with it. My parade was at four, which I was pleased with.

  We’d also made up little tiny giveaway bags. They had swatches of fabrics, laces and ribbons, some heart-shaped chocolates wrapped in pink foil, a white pen, a scented white candle with a few crystals stuck on the glass jar it was in, as well as brochures outlining the services we provided.

  When I got home and collected the mail, I noticed an official-looking envelope. I almost vomited when I read it—Ed had been released after serving his term in July—this was now October. Fuck, he’d been on the loose all that time! That made me think about the man I’d thought was following me—maybe he was a friend of Ed’s. I didn’t know whether to talk about it with John. I hadn’t told him everything about Ed because it was over and he was in jail, but now I wasn’t sure.

  Tomorrow night I was spending at John’s and he was driving me to the Expo at Homebush, spending the day with us. I hoped it wouldn’t be too boring for him. Charlie was dropping me off at John’s because I had no idea what time we’d finish and didn’t want John sitting around waiting. Maybe I’d tell him about my fears tomorrow.

  Saturday morning, I drove to the boutique and was convinced someone was following me. There was a dark sedan that kept pace with me. When I drove into the private car park, I did a quick glance in the rearview mirror as the car went past the gates.

  “Fuck!”

  My mind played tricks as I tried to remember what Ed looked like. I parked and raced inside. That was it, I was definitely talking to John about it when we got back home tonight.

  Saturday was hectic at the shop. I was fortunate we only had two early appointments. Charlie and I completed the final arrangements for tomorrow, and then we closed the salon at two. I snuck out the back way, getting into my car, watching all the time. No one else was around. Charlie was going to follow me to my house and then he’d take me to John’s. I was leaving my car at the apartment until Wednesday. It was due for a service and I’d arranged for it to be done on Monday. The mechanic was a friend of Justin’s and had agreed to pick it up and drop it back to the apartment.

  I drove out and onto the main road, checking my mirrors all the time, but I didn’t see the same dark car I’d seen this morning.

  Maybe by leaving early and out the back way I’d thrown him off my tracks. Charlie said he hadn’t noticed anything when we reached my apartment. By the time we’d arrived at John’s, I started to think maybe I’d imagined it all. Although Charlie told me I definitely should tell John, just to be on the safe side.

  I kissed his cheek and got out of the car, waving as he drove off down the track. John walked out to me and I practically threw myself into John’s arms.

  “Hey. I missed you too.”

  Then he kissed me and everything was right again.

  “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You’re shaking.”

  “It’s probably nothing honestly, it’s only me being p
aranoid.”

  John took my hand and led me into the great room. “Sit down and tell me.”

  He sat, pulling me onto his lap, and I leaned my head on his shoulder and sighed. “Remember I told you a few years back I went out with a guy and when I told him I wasn’t interested in going out anymore with him, he didn’t take kindly to it? Kind of crazy considering we’d only went to a movie and had dinner twice.”

  “Yes, I remember.”

  “Anyway, as I said, over the next eight months he stalked me. What I didn’t tell you was in the end he actually attacked me. I ended up in hospital with a broken arm and ribs, and a concussion, plus internal bruising to my kidneys and liver.”

  “Ana! No, that’s terrible. You should have told me it all.”

  “We’d only just met and it was kind of weird telling you everything.”

  He grinned and ruffled my hair. “I hope the police did something.”

  “Yes, he got sent to jail and I got a permanent restraining order against him. Anyway, I thought someone was following me through the week.”

  I told him about Becky and our experiment.

  “Then this morning someone followed me in a car. When I drove into the car park, I saw him as he went past and he kind of looked like Ed, at least I think he did. Yesterday, I found out he’s been released.”

  “Sweetheart, you have to ring the police. If he’s doing that, he’s breaking the restraining order.”

  “It mightn’t be him. It might some big coincidence.”

  He looked serious as he said, “I don’t believe in them. Ana, do you know the police officer who handle the case?”

  “Yes. At the time I had to send him all the emails and let him know whenever I got anything.”

  “Right, let’s ring him and tell him what’s happening.”

  “Okay,” I answered meekly.

  John held me the whole time I was on the phone. I was lucky the officer was still at the same station and on duty. I told him everything I could.

  “Thanks, Miss Rowley. It’s probably nothing, but to be on the safe side, I’ll check up with Mr. Baines and with his parole officer. You said you saw a dark sedan?”

  “Yes. There was a man outside the salon, but I didn’t recognize him. Maybe it was him driving. I honestly don’t know.”

  “Okay, well I’ll check things this end. In the meantime, if you see the car again try to get the registration number. Oh, and I don’t have to remind you to be careful.”

  “I will, don’t worry.”

  He promised me he’d keep me in the loop. I thanked him and hung up.

  “From now on, I’m driving you to work and picking you up, even on Thursdays. Until this creep is caught again, I’m not risking your safety.”

  It made me all warm and fuzzy inside. I’d never had anyone care enough for me to worry about my safety. Of course, I kissed him to say thank you. That kiss led to a few more and before I knew it, we were both naked and in bed.

  Nothing made my fears disappear as quickly as making love. John held me secure in his arms, and we lay there, idly talking about the Expo until he told me it was time to get up and eat. I threw on a pair of jeans and warm top and then went into the kitchen where John dished out his latest recipe—an appetizing tajine filled with delicious fruits and vegetables, all flavored with Moroccan herbs and spices. We sat and ate the whole thing together with couscous and delectable naan bread to mop up the last of the juices.

  That night I lay in John’s arms and thanked the universe for sending him to me. My life was filled with such happiness now that we’d found each other. There was nothing that could ever spoil it. We were true soul mates.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Anabelle

  Sunday morning, John drove us to the Bridal Expo venue at Homebush. I noticed he often checked the rearview mirror. I felt very safe. He’d dressed in casual navy pants, a pale-blue shirt, and a navy jacket, I thought he looked delicious. The venue opened to the public at ten and closed at six. We had arrived about nine-thirty. Charlie, Miriam, and Heather were already there and had things organized. The two girls had worked all day Saturday, getting things ready.

  By ten-thirty, the place was packed. John appeared to be having fun. He handed out brochures and sweet-talked all the ladies. I had to admit between him and Charlie, the place was a babe magnet. Those two men poured on the charm and I was sure half the women would have signed up for anything as long as those two hunks dealt with them.

  By three, my feet were aching, and I thought my smile may become a permanent fixture, but I was happy with the way things were.

  We’d taken a number of appointment bookings and they seemed promising for buying gowns. At three-thirty, John gave me a kiss and said he was off to get into his tux. I told him I’d meet him backstage in a few minutes. Charlie and the girls would hold down the fort while my section of the show was on—there’d been parades every thirty minutes and the girls told me most weren’t as nice or had as many gowns as ours. I left them to go backstage.

  The models were dressed and the hairstylist was putting on the final touches. Carina was ensuring everyone looked spectacular when John walked in.

  Oh hell—I wanted to have sex there and then. I caught my breath. The man was amazing. The black tux, white ’kerchief in the breast pocket, and vivid white shirt with a black bow tie were made to fit him perfectly. He saw me and did a little twirl.

  “Like it?”

  “Oh yeah,” I said, fanning my face as he reached my side.

  “Mm, I like that reaction. Have to wear this one night,” he said with a wink and kissed my cheek.

  I noticed the models were all sitting up and taking notice. The organizer came over to me. “Anabelle, five minutes. Can you get your models lined up, please?”

  I called out to the girls, praised the one who was opening, and made sure all the dresses were as lovely as they should be as we heard the announcer tell people the Brides by Bella parade was starting. Once we were given the signal, I let the first girl out. I peeked through the curtains, saw we had a good amount of spectators, and listened to the applause as she almost completed her walk. Second girl, the first bridesmaid went out. Lots of cameras, and then it was time for John and his partner. He hooked an arm through hers and out they went.

  There were cheers as the crowd got larger. By the time the last model went, I was sure everyone who was at the venue was watching the parade. When I went out to take my bow, John took my hand, kissed my cheek, and walked me to the end. He dropped my hand and clapped as I gave my little bow, and then we walked back arm-in-arm.

  I was over the moon!

  It had been perfect. My models were all chatty and pleased with their performance. One even asked about the wedding gown she was wearing as she was getting married in a few months. When I told her it had been made for the parade, she promptly asked me to keep it for her, even when I told her the price of thirty thousand—a steal, actually, because it would normally be double that if I’d made it for someone in particular.

  John hugged me, gave me a kiss that had a few of the people backstage hooting, and then I had to go and ensure all the dresses were packed safely away with Carina’s help. The models and the stylists were thanked, and by the time we got back to the booth, it was five. Things began winding down. John brought the last few stragglers over to chat about dresses with me and the crew. Finally, the siren went to say the doors would be closing in ten minutes to guests.

  I thanked my wonderful staff—tomorrow Charlie and Heather would dismantle everything with Justin’s help. He’d take the day off work and said he could help Charlie. John carried a few things I needed out to his car, and I went to follow when a reporter called me.

  “I’ll meet you at the car, John.”

  He nodded as I went back to the booth. The reporter told me they’d taken pictures of the gowns and wanted details on each. She intended to do a glossy six-page spread in one of the bridal magazines on my boutique. I was very flattere
d and arranged for her to come out in two weeks to discuss things and take any extra photos. Fifteen minutes later, I thanked her and finally went outside.

  John was leaning against the bonnet of his car. His bow tie was undone as well as the top few buttons of his crisp white shirt. It lay starkly black against the white. One hand was in his pocket, pulling back one side of his jacket, stretching the fabric of his trousers tight across his groin. His other hand rested on his muscular thigh, a glimpse of his wristwatch peeking out. The black fabric against the white shirt accentuated his chocolate skin, the white shirt caressing his body. The ultimate package—combined together, it showed exactly how sexy and powerful he was. He appeared very relaxed, so natural and oozing sex appeal. There was no doubt he would be amazing on the cover of any magazine. He looked…

  He looked incredible and I got this crazy thought. He was mine, all mine. Women passed him, trying to catch his eye, but he ignored them, staring ahead until he saw me. Then as I approached, his face lit up with his smile.

  Oh God, what a smile!

  It had the power to make me weak at the knees when he turned it on simply for me. Oh yes, he most certainly was all mine. As I reached his side, he pushed off the car and wrapped me in a perfect embrace.

  I could stand like that for the rest of my life, safe within his arms. I took a deep breath. He smelled delicious. A raw masculine scent, sexy, slightly Oriental. I could smell bergamot with an underlying hint of lemon, and maybe a touch of leather that reminded me of the flogger or crop he used on my body. He’d told me the cologne was his favorite—Armani Code, and to me, it would always bring images of John to my mind.

  He opened the door for me and made sure my seat belt was on. Then he kissed my cheek before getting behind the wheel. The drive to his place took about an hour and I had to admit to almost falling asleep. It had been a long week culminating in today. The salon was closed tomorrow and Tuesday, which meant everyone could get a few days’ rest. Miriam and Heather would take Wednesday off in place of tomorrow while they dismantled the booth.