The Daring Doms

by Isabella Kole

  He was gentle and patient with her. He explained some of the toys they could experiment with in the future and asked if she was open to that suggestion. Annie thought about it for a few minutes, then she agreed to try a few things. Next, he explained about some of the different implements available.

  "Of course, there are always the common household ones, like wooden spoons, my belt, your hairbrush," he said.

  "I know about floggers from the books I've read. Can you explain those to me?"

  He talked to her about those and also about some of the other things she could research online.

  Next, he brought up the subject of maintenance spanking sessions. "I know this should be on our list of things to talk about tomorrow, but since we're on the subject of implements, how do you feel about that?" he asked as his lips and hands wandered down the planes of her now-naked form.

  "How would that work, exactly?" she asked as her fingers played in his thick dark hair and her eyes met his.

  "Once a week, perhaps on Sunday nights, I would administer a spanking to get you ready for the week ahead, basically. Some subs find it to be helpful to them."

  "Let me think about it, and we'll talk about it more tomorrow. Right now, I'd really rather play, Sir."

  He grinned. "That's called topping from the bottom, love. I say when we play." To show her that he wasn't upset with her, he kissed her passionately after that, while his hands continued to move down her body.

  When he broke the kiss, she said in a breathless state, "I have so much to learn."

  "And I'll be happy to teach you," he said. His lips moved from her mouth to her neck.

  Annie shivered. She had always liked it when he kissed her neck, and this time was no different. He moved his lips further down. Just before he took one of her nipples into his mouth to treat it to his special brand of delights, he said, "I can't wait to clamp this little baby."

  Annie shivered at the thought. He moved to her other breast before teasing down the middle of her belly with his tongue. Her right leg was next, down the outside and back up the inside then over, to go down the inner left leg. He stopped at her foot and did something she had never imagined would be so erotic. He sucked on her toe before going up the outside of her left leg.

  Then, it was time for him to pay attention to another bud that was begging to be touched, teased, and pleasured. Annie was, by this time, more than ready to feel his tongue on that little button. He had awakened a white-hot desire in her, and it had spread from the tips of her polished toes to the top of her red head, but it had settled into a slow burning fire in her core. She needed for him to put out that fire, as it was promising to engulf her in its flames.

  Dane didn't disappoint, either. He began the old, familiar teasing that usually ended in her crying out his name in ecstasy, but he quickly reminded her that she wasn't to come without his express permission.

  "What? Why?" she asked.

  He stopped and raised his eyebrows at her as he looked up.

  "Sir," she quickly added.

  "Because, I am your Dom, and I said so. You'll thank me later."

  She didn't like it, and she didn't know if she could ever get used to this new rule, but she replied quietly, "Yes, Sir."

  "Good girl," he said as he returned to his mission. He drove her right to the edge and almost over it, then he stopped. Just. Stopped.

  Annie sighed.

  Dane grinned.

  Then, he suddenly thrust two fingers inside the warmth he had created in her. Annie sighed and moaned.

  "Not yet," he warned as he kept moving around inside her, bringing her to the edge of an incredible orgasm yet again.

  "Please, Sir, Dane, please let me," she begged.

  "I like when you beg, baby," he teased. But he knew she wouldn't hold out much longer. His wife was an ardent lover, and she came easily. He liked that, but he would have to train her to curb her passions in order to enjoy more intense climaxes. He hadn't worked on that before, but there was nothing stopping him now from teaching her the more intricate joys they could share together.

  He pulled out his fingers and swiftly flipped her over. After he landed two surprising smacks to her already-tender buttocks, he pulled her up so that she was on all fours. He moved behind her and mounted her doggy-style. One hand immediately went to a breast to fondle and knead the nipple while the other continued to lay gentle swats to her bottom. He thrust himself inside her in a hard move, and they began to move together.

  Annie was moaning and gasping and, before long, he said the words she had been waiting for, "Now, sweet Annie, now!"

  And she wasted no time obeying his command. She gave in to the sensations that threatened to consume her and relished the waves that quenched the fire he had built.

  Dane followed closely behind with a release of his own, and when they were both sated, he withdrew, flipped her back over, and lay beside her. He pulled her close and just held her for the longest time, whispering sweet love words and kissing the top of her head as he caressed her arms.

  She fell asleep, and he held her until she woke an hour later. Then, he carried her into the bath and filled the tub for her, letting her relax while he went to shower in the other bathroom. They enjoyed a late-night snack before going back to sleep in each other's arms. Dane was home, and he was never leaving again.

  The next morning, Annie woke to the smell of bacon and coffee. She got up and threw on a green satin robe before going into the bathroom. Once she'd freshened up and brushed her wavy red hair, she followed the delightful smells to the kitchen, where she found Dane flipping pancakes on the griddle.

  "Morning, sunshine," he said when he saw her. "Did you sleep well?" He handed her a mug of coffee.

  She took the mug from his hand and added a healthy dollop of creamer, then took a sip before she answered him with, "Yes, like a baby. I didn't like sleeping alone, I discovered."

  "I have to admit that I didn't like it, either. You don't know how many nights I woke up wishing I was holding you instead of a pillow."

  "I can relate," she said sadly as she took a sip. She set the mug down and got plates and silverware out and carried them to the table when she saw that breakfast was almost ready.

  She watched Dane load a platter with pancakes. Then he carried that and a plate of crispy bacon, fried just the way she liked it, to the table. She grabbed the butter and syrup, along with her mug, and followed him.

  They ate in silence for a few minutes before she complimented him on his cooking.

  "It's just bacon and pancakes," he said humbly.

  She giggled and continued to enjoy the cuisine he'd prepared. He might think it was just bacon and pancakes, but the fact that he had made it for the two of them to share after a night of sweet passion was a dream come true for her after the past several weeks. She had often wondered if she would ever experience a morning like this again.

  When the dishes were done, he refilled both their mugs and sat down at the table. "Do you have your lists?" he asked.

  "I'll just go get them. They're in the desk drawer." She jumped up and went into the bedroom they used as an office to retrieve them. As she held them in her hand, she let out a sigh. "Here we go," she said aloud as she walked back to the kitchen to join him.

  Dane had his three lists laid out on the table when she returned. He had thoughtfully supplied a pen for each of them.

  Annie sat down with hers in front of her and looked across the dining room table at him.

  Dane took a sip of coffee then said, "Why don't we start with the household chores? Did you make a list of everything?"

  "I did the inside chores. Did you add the outside ones to your list?" she asked.

  "Yes, I did. Let's compare our notes and then divide the chores. We'll each choose the ones we don't mind doing first, then, the ones we don't like to do, we'll split."

  After a half hour of going over the lists and making sure they hadn't forgotten any of the chores, they both were satisfied with the eq
ual split.

  Next, they chose to look at the list of things they'd like to save for.

  Dane spoke first. "I think we should be putting money aside for when we start a family."

  "Good idea. Now, as far as fun stuff. I'm thinking a second honeymoon, maybe."

  "I like that. We'll start a fund for a trip, and when we have enough in it to go someplace nice, we'll start looking at locations and make our plans. Sound good?"

  "Yes, I think that's fair."

  Now the only one left was the "Rules" list. This was the thing she was most interested in. This list contained the guidelines for their new lifestyle, for their reconciliation.

  "Okay, why don't we take a break before we start on the next one?" Dane suggested. "It may take longer and be the most intense."

  Annie sighed. "Okay," she agreed reluctantly.

  He grinned. "Let's go take a walk. It's a beautiful day."

  She stood up. "I have to get dressed first. Give me a few."

  She took her mug to the sink and ran into the bedroom. After choosing a pair of jeans and a cute top, she was ready to go.

  Dane took her hand, and they walked out the front door. After a few laps around the neighborhood and stopping to chat with a few of the neighbors, he asked if she was ready to go back.

  "Yes, I think so."

  When they were back in their cozy kitchen, he opened a bottle of wine and poured each of them a glass. "Now, isn’t this better? We can go into this refreshed," he said as he handed a glass to her and sat down.

  Annie twirled her glass by the stem nervously.

  Dane noticed and reached out to touch her hand reassuringly. "Honey, don't worry. You get a say in this. I'm not the type of Dom to just lay down the law and expect you to say nothing. We will go over this all together. There are many different types of D/s relationships."

  "Okay," she replied as she took a sip of the wine and attempted a smile.

  "First of all, what I said last night was true. When I said that I wouldn't change anything about you, I meant that I have no intention of crushing your spirit or taking over your life. That isn't what this is about. In a healthy D/s relationship, the one I want us to explore, there will be some rules and some consequences if those rules are broken. There will also be a lot more 50/50, as you saw with the chores list. I vow to help you more around the house. By doing that, it will give us more play time to enjoy together. We'll go out, but we'll also enjoy our times at home, alone. Seem fair so far?"

  "Yes, Sir."

  "I don't have any desire to change the woman you are, the woman I fell in love with. What I do hope to accomplish is to take away some of the stress you were feeling before."

  "How do you propose to do that?" she asked.

  "Well, of course, by helping you more. But I intend to take care of you. Here are some of the rules I've come up with. Number one: You will agree to take care of yourself. You will eat more healthy food, keep all doctor appointments and get proper rest. Number two: You will stay safe, no doing anything that could lead to injury, such as speeding, going out at night alone in unsafe areas, the usual things like that."

  "Those all sound reasonable."

  "I want you to walk through these doors after a long day at the office and feel as if this is your own little haven of peace and tranquility."

  "What about punishments?" she asked timidly.

  "I'm getting to that. If you break a rule, which, by the way, number three is being disrespectful to me, you will be punished by whatever means I see fit. I will never give you more than you handle. There will be corner time, line writing, spankings, and such."

  "Like a child?" she asked in horror.

  "No, like a sub," he explained. "Now, here is a list of implements I want you to look over. Place a check mark next to the ones you are comfortable with and an X by the ones you consider to be hard limits. In other words, you don't want me to use those."

  Annie took his list and looked it over. He was being fair, she thought, in his choices, and the only ones she placed an X in front of was a strap and a whip.

  When Dane looked at it, he said, "I am not surprised. Okay, next is the subject of the maintenance spankings on Sunday nights. I think you have a stressful job. Am I right?"

  "Mainly during tax season, but, yes, I suppose looking at numbers all day gets tedious at times," she agreed.

  "So, by doing a weekly maintenance session with a paddle, you will release the stress of the previous week and hopefully be ready to face the new one. Any guilt or tensions you are holding in will be released and you'll—we'll—start the new week fresh. Make sense to you yet?"

  "I think so," she said. "I think that might be a really good idea, in fact, now that you've explained it more."

  "Good. Now, the next and last item concerns play toys. As you did with the implements, a check mark for yes and X for no. Look this over very carefully. I'll be making some purchases in the next few weeks from this list."

  Annie looked over his list. Nipple clamps, check, butt plugs, check, blindfold, check, handcuffs, check, collar, check. He knew her well because there wasn't anything on his list that she objected to so far.

  He took it from her and said, "As time goes on, we'll renegotiate. I may add some things to the list, but I don't want to overwhelm you at first. I just went with basics, for starters. And one more thing, you'll need to come up with a safe word. It's a word you can use to put a stop to anything that might be too much for you."

  "Thank you, Sir," she said with a smile. "I'll give it some thought."

  After reaching a new understanding, he suggested they celebrate by cooking their favorite Italian meal together at home. Annie thought it was a great idea, but she had to go to the market for some of the ingredients.

  "We'll go together," he said. "That's a shared chore now."

  And that day, Annie and Dane began their new life together. Annie was looking forward to less fighting, less stress, and more love as they explored the lifestyle together. Dane was happy, at last, to be back home and to be able to share his life with Annie, the woman he loved. He felt their new understanding would reap many rewards for both of them.

  Chapter 7

  Angela and Dax

  Dax Daring stared at the cell phone on his desk again. He'd looked at it at least a dozen times in the last hour. He picked it up again and looked through the contacts, found her number, and stopped himself once more. He forced himself to focus on the contracts on his desk. He skimmed through the pages, put his signature on the last page and placed them in the box outside his office door for his secretary to take care of.

  As he sat down in the leather chair behind his large, oak desk, he sighed. Aloud, he said to the empty room, "What is it about that woman? I can sit here and negotiate big deals for this construction company, but I can't push one little button on my phone to call her?"

  He attempted to concentrate on the blueprints for his next big project but found it to be an impossible task, so he stood up. As he walked past his secretary, Kristine, he mumbled, "Be back later."

  "Sure, boss," she replied without looking up from her work.

  He hopped in his shiny blue Ford F-150 and drove off. He kept driving until he arrived at his favorite fishing spot at Blue Cypress Park. He got out of his truck and walked for a while before finding a spot to land. As he sat down on the lush green grass, Dax pulled his cell out of his pocket. "It's now or never," he told himself as he found her number in his list of contacts one more time. This time, he pushed the button.

  While it rang, he almost chickened out and ended the call, but when her velvety sweet voice came on the line, he said, "Angela, hi, it's Dax."

  "Dax?" she asked. "Is everything okay? I mean, it's not Dane and Annie again, is it?"

  He chuckled. "No, as far as I know, the two lovebirds are still basking in wedded bliss. I expect to be told I'm going to be an uncle any day now."

  "Whew, thank God. Those two have really put me through the wringer the past few m
onths. I haven't heard from Annie but once since they patched things up, so I was hoping that meant they were making up for lost time."

  "Yeah, they almost blew it; that's for sure. I'm glad they worked it out. They're good for each other," he replied, thinking of his brother and sister-in-law and the problems they'd faced in their marriage recently.

  "You know, Dax, there was a time I'd have thought you would have been glad to see them apart."

  "I know you and Annie thought I didn't like her. That was never the issue. I've always been fond of her. My complaint was that I thought they rushed to the altar. It was too soon after her break up with the jerk and too soon into the relationship with Dane, for my tastes. There were some other issues, too, but that's not my story to tell."

  "It was quick; I have to agree with you there. But if you aren't calling about our favorite married couple, why are you calling me?" Angela asked, bringing the conversation back to the subject at hand.

  "Ah, yes, the reason for my call. I want to know if you'll do dinner and a movie with me this weekend," he replied, faltering just a smidgeon on the words.

  Angela didn't answer immediately. When she did, it was with caution. "Dax, I'm not so sure that's a good idea. You've said, yourself, that you don't want a woman in your life, at least not anything more than a one-night stand. I'm not that girl, Dax. I'm not a one-night stand."

  He took a deep breath and said, "I know that, Angela, and I didn't mean to imply that at all. It's just dinner and a movie. I enjoyed spending time with you when we were scheming to get my brother and your best friend back on track. I just thought maybe we could hang out together. I'll be on my best behavior. I don't expect the evening to end with anything other than a normal goodbye at your door. Besides, my brother and Annie would have my hide if I did anything to hurt you, so you don't need to worry."

  Angela hesitated as she pushed a lock of her long dark hair back from her face and tucked the errant strand behind her ear. She finally replied, "I suppose dinner and a movie would be okay. It beats sitting home on a Saturday night."