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Copyright ©2012 by Jennifer Campbell
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CONTENTS
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
ABOUT JENNIFER CAMPBEL
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Scott's Dominant Fantasy
By Jennifer Campbell
Dedication
One of the things I love about being an erotic writer is talking with fans of my books about their fantasies. To me it is exciting, but it also stimulates my mind to think of new ideas as sexually we are all a little different. A good example is this book which would likely not have been written had it not been for an email conversation I had with a fan of my writing. Scott and I talked about men's dominant fantasies and how you would go about presenting them to a prospective female partner. Somehow we came to the conclusion an ex-lover working with him was a quite unique situation which might be the ideal situation for a man to present dominant sexual fantasies to a woman. Now this sparked an idea in me, an idea quite different from the fantasies we discussed, which is the product of my kinky imagination not Scott's fantasies. However, it makes for an interesting story and as always, I hope you enjoy.
Jennifer Campbell
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Chapter 1
More and more recently I've been experiencing sexual fantasies which revolve around being dominant over a woman, but I find I don't have whatever is needed to act upon them. Sometimes when I surf the web I look at pictures of submissive women. Naked and often bound, they take men's cocks in the tight holes and their expressive eyes and faces speak of how much it thrills them. I look at those flawlessly pretty, submissive faces and they excite me to the point of erection.
The strange thing is I really don't know how to go about achieving dominance over a woman and so I've never tried it in real life. I mean how does one approach a woman with the goal of making her serve you sexually? While our society doesn't outright ban these dominant/submissive relationships it does seem to look down on them as behavior not considered normal. Maybe the stigma frightens me. I'm not sure. I've always wondered what sort of self-confidence or courage it takes to simply walk up to a desirable woman and asks her if she wants to get tied up and left helpless to resist me. I couldn't do it, but apparently some men do?
See I'm just a regular guy who's never been married and I'm pretty sure I understand how women see me. My experience makes me suspect I'm the safe, mildly cute, teddy bear type who is fun to hug and cuddled with, but easy to put off if you don't want to have sex. I'm the guy your mother wants you to marry, but you want someone more exciting.
I've had a few good relationships with women over the years which did include some good sex, at least I thought it was good sex, but I've never had mind-blowing sex like the kind of kinky sex I fantasize about.
In my lifetime, I've also noticed how women see some other men differently. Some guys seem to ooze confidence, good looks, and when they ask women act. As a guy, I find most of them annoying, like pushy Alpha-types, but I've seen women respond to a mere look from these guys. When I try to emulate them, I feel like an asshole and women either don't notice me or they laugh. So my question is, what subtle difference do these guys have which I clearly don't? Mostly it's a rhetorical question, one I ponder, but I would love to know what the x-factor is.
Oh boy . . . ahh . . . well maybe I need to stop thinking about this right now. You see, I've just noticed I have an erection and sitting here at my desk in my office with the glass front wall it's not the best situation. What I'd really like to do is go somewhere and jerk off, but it's not practical right now.
Anyways, my name is Scott Gammons and I'm the managing senior accountant of the Boston office of Benson & Forbes Accounting. I'm not trying to brag, but I sorta run this office, well . . . I do when the big boss, Ned Forbes, is in New York which he is most of the time.
Just to be sure my stiff cock isn't obvious, I get up from my chair and face the solid back wall to check to see it's well-disguised. Suddenly as I'm checking my office door opens.
"Mr. Gammons, here's my report on the Hannaford figures. The analysis seems to indicate of their cash flow issues revolve around too-heavy buying habits. Oh, I'm sorry, were you busy?” April Menendez stops suddenly, sensing something isn't quite right, just before she gets to my desk to hand me her report.
Of course my heart stops too. Has something given me away? Did she see me before I stood up? I take a deep breath to calm my anxiety and turn around. “No, not at all, April, you just startled me. I was thinking about something so I didn't hear you enter.” I sit down and reach out my hand out to encourage April to hand me her report. I breathe a sigh of relief when she places it in my hand and I think all is well.
However as soon as I look up at her face again and see those laughing, always bright, brown eyes, I know she suspects something. I know her well enough to know that look is part-mischievous and part-naughty and I now strongly suspect she does know of my engorged state.
Now of course you wonder how I know this about April. Simple; because this gorgeous, Latina beauty and I were once a couple until one strange and confusing weekend abruptly ended our relationship over two years ago. The truth is I am still confused and unsure about what actually happened on that fateful weekend.
All I remember are a few vague and somewhat innocent details which don't seem to add up to a reason for April to dump me, but dump me she did with haste and a singular unwillingness to discuss what happened. I remember spen
ding most of the day on Saturday with her and having her ask me that afternoon to spend the night. Thinking I'd gotten lucky and she was in the mood for sex, I was disappointed when there was a phone call in the early evening from her mother telling her a close family friend had died and could she come to her parent's house for a while. Now their home wasn't far away, but April thought it would be awkward for me to come, yet she didn't seem to want to cancel our plans for the evening so she told me to stay at her place until she got back in a few hours.
Now this is where things get muddled for me. I don't know why, but the next thing I remember is April was back and we were screaming at each other, she was crying and we exchanged harsh words between us until she threw me out of her place. I tried calling her all day on Sunday, but she never answered and Monday morning at work I tried to talk to her about it, but she refused to even speak of it. The bottom line was I felt heartbroken and I was worried because there seemed to be a gap in my memory which left me with no memory of what I'd done while she was gone. I was afraid because whatever had happened was likely the cause for her anger when she returned. Yet to this day I've never been able to reconstruct what really happened on that Saturday night.
As I look at her now I wonder if she's about to leave, but part of me doesn't want her to. She tosses back her long raven hair and looks me over a moment before giggling which makes her doe-like brown eyes sparkle. Her girlish giggle reminds me of how desperately I miss her and how easily she can sound closer to a fourteen-year-old schoolgirl than the twenty-seven year old professional accountant she is.
"Is something's funny, Miss Menendez? If so can you let me in on the joke?” Since the breakup and even more so after I was promoted to her boss, I've taken to addressing her formally, but it doesn't change my burning desire to be close to her.
April's reaction to my question seems odd to me as she averts her eyes to the floor as if embarrassed. “No . . . I guess not, but for a minute I was sure . . . oh never mind, Scott. I apologize it was totally unprofessional of me to giggle at you.” Her eyes continue to look at be for a moment before she lowers them to the floor.
"No harm done, but perhaps we should talk. Clear the air so to speak. Would you close the door?” Beyond wanting to know if she suspects my aroused condition, I'm still forever hoping I can get some new glimmer of understanding as to why I'm no longer her lover.
April does as I say, despite giving the impression she might rather leave than stay and talk. Once the door is closed she turns and looks at me with her brown eyes almost pleading with me and I wonder if she's afraid of me for some reason?
"I'm really sorry, Scott. I've tried to be truly professional with you since our breakup and your promotion, but sometimes I get silly. It's just that . . . when I came in . . .” April's explanation trails off.
"Yes, when you came in . . .” I prompt her because I want her to complete her sentence.
She looks at me nervously and she fidgets. “Well . . . as soon as I looked at you, I sorta knew. You must have been fantasizing about something because you were . . . aroused.” April hesitates and decides to be delicate in describing my condition.
I'm not shocked to hear her confirm she knew, but the knowledge does make me feel even more aroused. It takes me a moment to decide where to go from here. “Are you upset? Have I crossed a line?” I'm her boss now, so this situation takes on all the connotations of sexual harassment.
"No . . . I'm okay.” She stops and I think this is headed for April's quick departure from my office.
"Can I ask? What were you thinking about? Was it . . .” Again April can't finish her sentence, but I was relatively sure I knew where she was going with this.
"You mean was I thinking about you?” Now I paused, barely believing we were having this conversation and wondered what to say. I find myself thinking more of what she wants to hear me say than the truth for I wonder if she wants to think I'm still fantasizing about her after all this time. Should I lie?
"No, I wasn't specifically thinking about you, but I do think of you a lot since we broke up. This time was just fantasizing about sex, well a certain kind of sex.” I felt stupid, like I'd handled it all wrong and I should have said yes I was thinking about her. It never crossed my mind April would take the conversation in a whole new direction.
"Oh ya, so it's not a new girlfriend. So what are you into, Scott, are you getting kinky?” Incredibly, April seemed curious as if the details of my sex life were still important to her.
Oh crap. I can't tell her what I was thinking. She'll freak out and think I'm some pervert. Back when we were together, our sex had been simple and very vanilla so I assumed April would not understand and perhaps be offended by my fantasies. Beyond that, my mind went instantly back to my feeling I'd never truly satisfied her when we were lovers.
"Well, has the cat got your tongue, or do you have a kinky, new girlfriend and you don't want to tell me?” April giggled after her supposition making me think she thought it unlikely I had a girlfriend.
"Ahhh . . . well, no new girlfriend, but what I was thinking is sorta kinky. Maybe we shouldn't talk about it.” This was my attempt to extract myself for the situation.
April's eyes narrowed and she looked down under my desk at my pants. “Are you still hard, Scott? Is this turning you on? Come on, spill it, we've slept together, I know you, perhaps better than you do.” April's smiled coquettishly at me after her teasing and goading me on and I was excited by her desire to know, but did I dare tell?
"You promise to keep this between us. I don't want the whole office knowing.” I had never suspected April of being a gossip, but I felt it was important to extract some kind of promise from her.
"I promise, not a word. To tell you the truth, I was sorta hoping it was a girl. I never understood why some other girl didn't grab you up after we broke up and then I wondered even more after your promotion. I mean you make good money now.” She giggled again and I wondered if her words were a compliment to me or not.
"Well if I'm such a good catch, then why don't you want to get back together with me?” Ohhhh, fuck, did I really say that. I instantly realized my mouth had opened before my brain had thought.
Immediately April turned away and I thought she was leaving. “No, Scott, you had your chance. I'm not going there again. It's impossible anyways, I'm seeing someone.” April seemed resolved, but not angry and I realized I dodged a bullet because surely I had invoked her memories of that Saturday night.
Her revelation of a new lover surprised me, but I knew I was in no position to press her for details. “I'm sorry, it was an inappropriate question. I guess I'm still fishing for answers about why we broke up.” I paused awkwardly, but April said nothing and was still looking away from me so I decided to tell her. Taking a deep breath, I pressed forward. “Okay, you want to know, I'll tell you. I've been having these kinky fantasies about dominating a woman. I've looked at some porn and seen beautiful, submissive faces moaning and grunting as men fuck them while they're helpless. I have to admit, it turns me on.” As soon as I got it out I breathed a sigh of relief, but I was still worried about April's possible negative reaction.
I'm really not sure what sort reaction I expected from April, but I didn't expect what happened. She turned and looked at me and her brown eyes looked stunned like this was the last thing she'd expected me to say. Suddenly I felt afraid she was going to freak out on me, call me a perv, and bolt from my office, but she just stood and stared.
A few tense moments passed before I realized April wasn't going to run out of my office, but I wondered what was happening with her. She seemed almost too shocked to move as if my revelation had forced some catharsis of thought upon her. Having no idea what her crisis was I remained silent even though I wanted to say something. After a very long time, she shook her head. “No, Scott, tell me you're kidding because you can't be serious. Tell me you're joking or your making it up.” Her eyes flashed at me and her tone made me feel she was seriously questioning
my veracity.
"No, I'm absolutely serious. Would I risk say that to you as a joke. I have the fantasies, more and more, but I have no idea why.” I felt like I was defending a simple truth.
April sighed and turned away and I noticed she was rubbing her palms on her skirt as if this had brought on a panic in her. She still seemed to be thinking, but about what?
"What's wrong? You seem terribly upset or something.” For the life of me I couldn't figure out was her issue was.
April turned to me looking as completely flustered as I've ever seen her. “Listen, this is crazy, but I never expect you to say something like that. It's complicated, but I need some time to figure out what to tell you. I'm sorry, Scott, but I can't talk about his now. I have to go.” There was no other way to describe it; April fled my office and seemed relieved to be getting out yet her leaving didn't seem threatening to me.
I sat in shocked silence for quite a while trying to absorb what had happened. My sense was she wasn't as upset by what I had said as she was surprised and baffled, but that didn't make a lot of sense to me. In the back of my mind I couldn't help but wonder if this was somehow related to whatever happened on that Saturday night, but since I had no memories I realized I would just have to wait for April to clear it up. Only she knew what the problem was.
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Of course, I expected we'd talk the next day, but Tuesday came and went and April never approached me. Strangely, she seemed to be avoiding me and both Wednesday and Thursday passed with no communication from her. As one of our specialized accountants for retail accounts, April had a corner office across the main floor from mine which means we didn't just run into each other that often. I thought about going to her, but that seemed pushy so I tried to remain calm and dealt with my growing anxiety over this.
Yet by the time Friday came I was in some distress and I needed to talk to April. Oddly, I didn't really know if the problem lay with me or her, but I sort of sensed it was more about me. Just before lunch I made my way to April's office seeking answers because the thought of letting the weekend pass without solving this seemed unbearable.
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