Unorthodox Dom: (New Adult BDSM Romance) (The Unorthodox Trilogy)

by Lilah E. Noir

  “Yeah… it was untypical of her. She felt really guilty. She’d not stop saying she wasn’t that type of girl and had no idea what made her act that way.” I still remembered the despair in her eyes, as if she was begging me to tell her she was still virtuous. “I think that’s why she insisted that we dated. So she wouldn’t feel like a one-night stand whore. I thought she was cute enough. I know you hate her guts but she wasn’t so bad. We just didn’t have to get together, I guess.” I rubbed my temples, as if that would erase the lousy memory.

  “If only I could have been a fly on the wall when you dumped her.” Allie kept up with her Bond villain laughter.

  I turned my eyes to the traffic in the empty hope my friend would just drop the subject. She looked at me briefly after an agonizingly long pause.

  “No… please, don’t tell me that. Thomas, seriously?”

  Everyone was conspiring to make my day worse. Okay, not really. It was no one’s fault but my own I was infatuated with Lina. I ought to have put an end to my relationship with Cassie months ago but I always postponed it.

  “She was faster than me.” I shrugged in an attempt to sound cool. Allie didn’t say anything more but she’d already hit my sore spot. “Can you believe this? She was the one who broke up with me as I wasn’t passionate enough for her taste.”

  “Interesting.” We stopped at a traffic light and Allie turned to me with an amused expression. “You’re not passionate as in, you don’t want to write poems for her?”

  “Oh, come on, Allie.” I waved my hand with a grimace. “No, she said I wasn’t a good lover. But...” I allowed my frustration out. “Each time I tried to add some spice to our relationship it’d become a fight.” My voice was getting edgier, vibrating with a pent-up anger. “One minute she’d be telling me how much she loves dominant, take-charge guys. I’d decide to go for it and give her some very light spanking while she was on top of me. I didn’t even leave a red mark let alone bruise. It didn’t matter. I’d have to spend the rest of the evening tending to her wounded feelings. She accused me of objectifying her, treating her like a sex doll and so on.”

  Allie was watching me with an unreadable expression. The traffic light was glowing as red as my annoyance.

  “I could spend hours pleasuring her and she never complained. The moment I hinted I wanted a simple hand job she’d call me a sexist pig. Just...” I rubbed my burning forehead. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just bad with women.”

  Over the last few years I’d been through a major transformation by toning my body and slowly becoming physically stronger. I no longer wore my old glasses and according to Cassie I had “such romantic green eyes”. So, my appearance was improving but it was hardly that of a classic handsome guy who made women go wild.

  I was not the boy I used to be and yet I found myself lacking self-confidence.

  Allie interrupted my pity party and imitated a violin playing with her fingers. Then the traffic light went to green and she kept driving.

  “Okay, are you done sulking? Now listen to me.” She rolled her eyes. “I don’t like your ex. However, she did you a huge favor by dumping your ass. You’ll realize that when you get over your wounded ego.”

  “Yes, but still… we’ve been together for six months, and...”

  “There you go. Why did you spend so much time with a girl you have no future with? Someone you don’t even like so much? You were always fighting. Your sex life was awful. She brought you nothing but frustrations. Did you really have to wait so long to know you were a very bad fit?”

  I had no answer to that. Why did she always have to be right about everything? Sometimes I really hated her.

  “And please, enough with that ‘I’m not good with women’ fucking bullshit.” She spat it out with open disgust in her voice. “You just haven’t met a girl on your wavelength. It may not happen tonight. It may not happen for years. Either way, you shouldn’t determine your value as a man and human being based on relationships with people you should never have wasted your time with.”

  “All right, all right, you win. I just wonder if it’s the right moment to do this… Dom Training 101.”

  “There will never be a good time, Thomas. I can teach you all I know. I can’t make the first step for you. If you’re hesitant, I can call the girl and cancel. Should I?”

  Her dark eyes were still and she showed no emotion, like an experienced poker player.

  It was high time I found out who I was supposed to be. That wouldn’t happen without growing pains.

  “I’d hate to let your friend down. It’d be fun to meet a proper pain slut, anyway.”

  She laughed out loud and drove into the slowly fading sunset.

  III

  We arrived at Allie’s dominatrix studio about an hour later. I was still far from confident but I was much calmer. There was always a chance I’d make a fool of myself but hey, at least I’d play an active part in my own humiliation.

  The girl was waiting for us in a kneeling position by the foot of Allie’s king-sized bed. I expected we’d talk first, and we wouldn’t start so fast. Yet, there she was, in nothing more than a sheer black lace bra and panties, knee-length spiky boots and a black submissive collar with an O-ring.

  My heart jumped into my throat. I’ve seen so many porn stars in a similar uniform. This was real life, though, and I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t daydreaming.

  It’s really happening.

  The first thing I noticed was her amazing posture. She had her slender shoulders straightened, her wrists behind her neck and her thighs apart. Not even a muscle of her sculpted body moved, even when we entered the room. If it weren’t for the slight movement of her gorgeous eyes you’d have thought she was in a catatonic state.

  That was when it hit me how pretty she was, how innocent, like a fantasy princess or a computer game pixie. She was thin, with long arms and legs. Her toned physique and golden tanned skin showed she wasn’t a stranger to outdoor activities. The girl’s breasts had perky nipples poking through the fabric of the flimsy bra. They were firm and supple, sitting high on her chest, just large enough to fill my hands. I pictured myself hovering over her, fondling her tits and tugging her silky soft light brown hair. It was falling in waves down her shoulders, framing her sweet face. Her eyes were the most unusual color, a shade between amber and green. They were vibrating with life and energy, wide open and curious. I looked at her succulent and seductive lips. They were begging for me to sink my teeth in and truly taste her.

  She had the allure of a ripe, sensual woman with subtle curves and the innocence of a schoolgirl making her first steps into the world of corruption.

  How would I ever dominate such a cute girl without feeling like a deranged rapist?

  A light wicked smile lit her face as she saw me watching her. She ran her tongue down her bottom lip and winked at me. That simple action sent a strong shiver down my spine.

  I was a dead man.

  Damn it, Allie, why did you have to pick such a babe for my first time?

  Speaking of the devil. Allie took her jacket and shirt off, which left her in just a camisole and tight jeans. Great. As if having one gorgeous almost naked woman wasn’t difficult enough. Allie was my best friend but damn it, I was a red-blooded male.

  A tall, gracious Domme and a cute, innocent collared submissive. It was too much for me.

  Allie walked casually behind the kneeling girl and ran her fingertips over her wavy hair. She stroked it as if she were caressing a pet. The girl clearly enjoyed Allie’s attention; her smile grew wider and she blushed.

  “Hello, little one.” Allie placed her nails under the girl’s chin and made her look up. Her fingers slid down her cheek and she cupped her face. “Did you wait a long time for us, pet?”

  “As long as it takes, Mistress Sheila,” she uttered in a girly, sing-song voice. Allie kept stroking her beautiful skin. Were they trying to kill me? “I’m happy to wait a whole night if you order me.”

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bsp; “That’s a good girl.” Allie looked up at me with a predatory grin. I had a bad feeling about this. “Thomas, this is Purr. Purr, please meet Master Thomas. He heard you’ve been misbehaving, so he’s here to put you across his knee and smack you until you’re too sore to sit. Would you like that?”

  What? Did she really expect me to jump straight into the scene? With no training or experience? I shook my head. Allie just ignored me and kept petting Purr’s face and hair.

  Purr gave me another cheeky smile. Jeez, I was supposed to be the one in control but she was the one playing me.

  “That won’t make me behave, Mistress Sheila. Especially if he has a firm palm.”

  “He’ll need a lot of preparation before he learns to punish naughty little pain sluts like you.” Allie laughed, slapped Purr’s cheek lightly and walked away. She stood between us. “Okay, no more fooling around. Both of you, listen to me carefully.”

  I resisted the need to sigh with relief. Allie would give me a heart attack one of these days.

  “I’ve talked to both of you so you should be prepared. I’ll repeat it so there are no misunderstandings.” She crossed her arms over her chest and shifted so she stood at an equal distance from Purr and me.

  “Purr, Thomas is a kink virgin,” Allie stated and I moved from one foot to the other. The power balance scales were already tipped in favor of the pretty girl. “We did some practice on dummies so I could show him how different tools work. He hasn’t done a scene with a woman. He needs a strong girl who can take her beating. Understood?” Purr nodded. Allie turned to me. “Thomas, Purr is an experienced submissive and a trained masochist. She’s also not a prostitute and I’m not a pimp. There will be no sexual play tonight—not until Thomas has finished his training.”

  It bummed me I’d be so close to such a gorgeous girl and she’d be out of reach. Oh, well, a few years ago I’d have been too petrified to talk to someone like Purr. I had the chance to spank her and not only would she love it but she’d scream for more. That would make up for the lack of sex.

  Purr pouted at Allie’s last words, which surprised me. Could it be that she found me at least a little attractive?

  “I’ll attend each session you two have. I’ll correct him and show him what to do.” Allie gave her a formidable stare and the girl lowered her eyes. “I also have to make sure you don’t take advantage of the situation.”

  “Allie, what the...” These were the first words that came out of my mouth. I hurried to correct myself before I made the wrong impression. “Purr, I appreciate you agreed to help and I promise I’ll never...”

  “Not you, silly.” Allie laughed, walked back to Purr and tugged her hair back. The girl moaned with arousal. Allie grasped her harder, as if she was a wild filly, and exposed her neck. My friend ran her fingertips over Purr’s nipple and pinched it in a cruel grip. Any other woman I knew would have screamed or burst into tears. Purr moaned louder and closed her eyes. Her firm tits heaved up and down while Allie kept twisting the nipple. It was entrancing to see the shift of emotions in her eyes, from pain to pleasure. “I meant this little whore here. Just look at her.” With these words, she slipped a hand in Purr’s panties and shoved two fingers inside her. That made Purr cry out in ecstasy and arch her body so Allie’s fingers would sink deeper. The Mistress removed her digits just as fast as she had inserted them. She showed them to me, glistening with juice. “She is a horny little slut and so seductive when she pleads. Even I find her impossible to resist.”

  Allie slapped Purr’s cheek.

  “Mistress, I wouldn’t mind if he used me.” I wondered who’d use whom. Purr whispered to Allie loud enough I’d hear her. “You never said he was so good looking.”

  Was she being honest or did she say that just to boost my confidence?

  Maybe she was just being sweet but either way the knot in my stomach slowly began to unwind.

  “See what I mean?” Allie fisted Purr’s hair again and chuckled. “I can’t trust you alone with anyone, pet. He’s here to learn, not to fuck you. But...” Purr cried when Allie tugged her hair so hard her eyes became moist. “If you are a really good and obedient girl, we might reward you… when he gets good enough to master you effectively.”

  I wasn’t sure if that’d ever happen but the thought I could get a taste of Purr made the training seem less terrifying.

  “I can’t control whether you two meet outside my dungeon. I can only advise you to wait until you’re ready. Okay? Any questions?”

  We both shook our heads. Then it dawned on me that the whole time Purr hadn’t lowered her hands. Her strong will and endurance were worthy of admiration.

  “Purr, what’s your safeword?”

  “Beige.” That made me raise my eyebrows. Maybe later I’d get to ask her why she chose that safeword… if we spent some time outside of our training session.

  “Thomas, do you need a minute?”

  I shook my head. Purr gave me a soft, reassuring stare and a gentle smile.

  “No, I’m good. I’ll never be more ready than I am now.” I smiled back at Purr.

  Allie nodded and walked to the drawers where she kept some of her gear. She pulled out a pair of heavy steel handcuffs and swayed them by their long chain.

  “I think it’s suitable to start with some simple restraints.”

  There was nothing simple about using that intimidating tool on Purr’s delicate wrists. These were not soft fur-lined leather cuffs the sub could escape from. Allie laid the metal on top of my open palm, in all its sturdiness and full weight. When I clutched the chain, it nearly slipped through my clammy fingers. Even the object was making fun of me.

  I took a deep breath and squeezed the cuff. Allie handed me the miniature key as well and I almost dropped it. Sometimes I helped my best friend in her practice sessions. I was used to holding handcuffs, rope, and other bondage. Yet this was the first time they’d felt so awkward.

  My hands were trembling as I got closer to Purr, who was still in her first position. Allie cleared her throat.

  “Maybe you should ask your sub to give you her wrists. You are not allowed to have sex with her. Still, you are the top here so don’t be afraid to give commands.”

  “Right.” I stepped from one foot to the other, inhaling and exhaling. “Purr…”

  Calling her by her stage name made me feel even more self-conscious. I swallowed and went on with a quiet but steady voice.

  “Would you...” I cut myself off and squeezed the steel in my palms. If only I could have its strength. “Purr, put your wrists behind your back and bring them together.”

  I was a painfully shy substitute teacher trying to make an impression and build authority with their students. If Purr thought my attempts were ridiculous she didn’t show it. Instead, she lowered her slender hands and placed them gracefully on the small of her back. She was like a stage dancer who had practiced those movements for months. It was so difficult to think. All I wanted was to watch her move.

  Watch? Hell, I want lot more. Come on. Stop being such a pussy.

  It wasn’t my best brain day. Earlier, during the conversation with Lina, it had completely switched off. Right then it was desperately trying to send a message to my limbs but they were disobeying. It didn’t help that my fingers were shaking with nervous tremors.

  I decided to put the key in the pocket of my shirt. By that point, my fingertips had gathered a thick film of sweat so it slipped to the floor between them.

  “I’m sorry… It’s the first time, and...” I stopped before I dug an even deeper grave for myself. My hand was clammy, though, and each attempt to grab the tiny object failed. It was so pathetic I was on the verge of running out.

  “Leave it there.” Allie was watching my fumbling with a neutral expression. Did she regret wasting her time with me? “Open the cuffs and put them around her wrists.”

  My teeth hurt with how hard I clenched them in frustration. Tension rippled inside me. What made me go on when I was failing so h
ard before even a minute had passed?

  Hell knows what. Still, I wiped my hands on my jeans, took the cuffs and tried to open them. I had to expect it wouldn’t work on the first try. I pushed the metal circle but it wouldn’t budge under my fingers. It’d be best if I directly put it on her wrist in one smooth move. The steel was heavy and I didn’t want to mangle her delicate hands. In the end, Allie stepped in and showed me how to push the mechanism.

  “Mistress, permission to speak?” Purr called out in her sweet, lilting voice.

  “Yes, pet?” Allie raised an eyebrow.

  “If Master would like to use me, I can help, hold the keys. Whatever he needs. Or I can move to another position so I wouldn’t trouble him. I’m here to serve and assist in any way I can.”

  By that point, I wouldn’t even have been offended if she’d started laughing at me. She was being such a good sport about my clumsiness and that eased me a little.

  “Change of plan, Purr. Put your arms in front of you. Palms down. Keep perfectly still.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  In a sudden rush of inspiration, I picked up the key, wiped it against my shirt and placed it between her breasts. I tried not to touch her more than necessary but when my fingers brushed her supple flesh, a tingle went through my body.

  Focus.

  “Don’t drop it… pet.” My voice was no longer trembling but I still wasn’t too confident. “If the key falls, you’ll be in trouble.”

  I didn’t have a clue what I’d do if she didn’t follow my instructions or disobeyed my orders. She smiled at me with a naughty sparkle in her eyes. The threat made her breath quicken and her cheeks go red.

  Oh, well, Allie did say she was a pain slut.

  “Of course, Master,” she uttered with innocence, and kept staring at me with her cat-like eyes.

  God, she was cute.

  I turned my attention back to the cuffs before Purr distracted me even further. I figured out the mechanism then decided it’d be better to test and play with them until I was semi-comfortable. It always looked so easy when you watched someone else do it. For a moment I thought of trying it on my own wrist. It’d get way too humiliating if I locked myself in and couldn’t take the steel bracelet off. Allie would help me out but my ego didn’t need any more bruises.