A Dominant Fallen (A Dominant Series Book 2) (28 page)

She confidently strides up to Damian, hugging and kissing him on both cheeks. “How are you, pet?”

“I’m wonderful,” he replies, pulling away from her. “I want to introduce you to someone…Gabrielle Hyde, this is my close friend and ex-Domme, Mistress Marlena.”

My jaw is now on the floor.

He didn’t.

“Hello, Gabrielle. It’s a pleasure,” she says, holding her hand out to me. I take it hesitantly and give it a firm shake. “Mmm, strong,” she comments.

“Hello, Mistress Marlena.”

“Marlena will be fine for the evening. You are a first time guest, and I want you to feel comfortable.”

“Thank you,” I say, unsure of how to react to her sweet, attentive behavior. It’s probably all an act.

“I brought Gabrielle to show her you aren’t quite the monster you’ve been painted.”

She laughs loudly, amused by the thought. It echoes throughout the foyer. “I would be more than happy to talk to Gabrielle if that would be alright with you, Master Hunt.”

There’s a part of me that wants to run screaming from this place, but I’m also intrigued, wanting to know more about our venue and hostess. Hunt glances down at me, and I give him a nod of approval.

“I think that would be excellent. I will be at the bar if you need me, Miss Hyde.”

“Yes, Master Hunt.”

He kisses the top my head before disappearing into one of the many closed off rooms.

“Come, kitten. Let’s find a nice place to chat.” She holds her hand out to me, and, oddly enough, I take it and allow her to lead me toward the back of the house to the extensive grounds outback. She moves swiftly considering her attire. I have a hard time keeping up in my black velvet fuck me pumps. She leads us to a house at the very back, a much smaller version of the main house. She opens the door and guides me inside, closing it behind me.

She turns on the lights, and they’re soft and golden. The living room is modern and elegant, with a cozy, seductive feel. This must be her D.O.D.

“Would you like a drink?” she asks, guiding me over to the brilliant red couch in the center of the spacious den.

“Yes, please. Thank you.”

She walks over to a bar in the corner of the room, pouring us both a glass of champagne.

“You are a very well-mannered sub,” she remarks, sauntering over to me at the couch, and hands me a flute.

“I wouldn’t call myself a sub just yet,” I reply honestly.

“You may be in training, but that does not make you any less a sub, kitten.” She traces her finger up the bare flesh of my arm, and I shiver.

“I hadn’t thought of it that way,” I state with a weak voice, an almost inaudible whisper.

“From what Damian has told me, you are a very challenging woman, hard to subdue. I’m glad…Please, have a seat.”

I grab some cushion and watch as she eases herself beside me and crosses her legs with graceful, controlled movements. I scoot over a bit, and she notices. “Are you afraid of me, kitten? You may speak freely.”

“If I’m being totally honest, you make me slightly uncomfortable,” I divulge. “I haven’t heard the best things about you.”

“I assure you, you have nothing to be afraid of. Besides, if you received this knowledge from Damian’s former subs, you wouldn’t hear very good things. I wasn’t very kind to them.”

Wow. I wasn’t expecting that kind of candor.

“But, why?” I ask with a shrug.

“I didn’t feel they were right for Damian. He needs a sub that will…challenge him. I didn’t feel that they could help him grow as a Dom, let alone as a man. So, I would test them, and if they left, I knew they weren’t strong enough.”

“But, I left him,” I state obviously, placing my hand on my chest, and she glances down, smirking before slowly looking back up into my eyes. This woman oozes sex, it radiates from her.

“Yes, you did, but you had a very good reason to do so, and you came back.”

“You like me?” I ask with genuine confusion.

“Yes, very much so. You are willing to do whatever necessary to protect and help Damian. You are just the type of woman he needs in his life.”

“You’re nothing like I expected.” I shake my head and take a sip of the bubbly, golden champagne

“I will take that as a compliment,” she says, smirking at me with the slightest twist of her lips. “I actually wanted to meet you some time ago, but I didn’t want to overstep any boundaries.”

“Do you love Damian?” I blurt out, apparently missing a filter.

“Yes, I do, but not in the way you are asking. I care for him and want only the best for him. However, my intentions with him go no further than friendship and to mentor.”

“I must admit…I’m relieved.” I sink back into the couch, truly relaxing for the first time since we entered The Manor.

“I’m glad I could put you at ease.”

She places her hand on my thigh and my heart skips a beat.

“Uh, yes.” I spring back up. “I can see where Damian got his nurturing, loving nature as a Dominant.”

“Yes, I taught him well, my greatest pupil.” She smiles proudly, as a mother would about a son.

“Is this where he learned to be a Dom?”

“Yes, much of his training as a Dom and a sub was held in The Manor. We started coming here when he was my student. I felt it was too risky near campus, so we would come back up to the city on weekends.”

“May I ask you a blunt question?”

“Of course, please, speak freely.”

“Didn’t you feel wrong…?” My nose crinkles when I say,
‘Wrong’
.

“Having an affair with my student, one who was much younger than I?”

“Yes.”

“At first I fought myself, but after some time, I found it hard to resist the temptation.” She shifts herself closer, placing her arm behind me along the back of the couch. I glimpse back at it, following it to her shoulder, her neck, to her stunning face, focused intently on mine.

“Have you had many subs?” I ask with a creased brow.

“I’ve had my share of slaves...Damian was right. You are a curious little thing.”

“I’m sorry,” I utter, tilting my head down at my lap.

“It’s perfectly, alright, kitten.” She sweeps the hair out of my eyes, tucking it behind my ear. “I enjoy your enthusiasm to learn.”

Her finger trails up my arm to my shoulder, and my eyes shoot to hers.

“Do you…?”

“Enjoy both of the sexes? Yes, I do, very much.” She runs her finger under the thin strap of my dress, grazing her knuckle against the fullness of my cleavage.

“Oh,” I murmur.

“Are you uncomfortable, kitten?”

I squirm, but I do not move or remove her hand. I’ve always thought women were beautiful, and Marlena was no different. In fact, she’s one of the most attractive women I’ve met.

“Do you find yourself appealing, Gabrielle?” she inquires, running her fingers over my thighs, along the short hemline of my dress.

“I’m not sure,” I answer truthfully.

“You are a very sensuous woman. I must say, I find you exquisite. I do hope Damian allows me to play with you.”

I just stare at her, both uneasy and aroused by the delicate touch of her fingertips.

“You two appear to be having fun,” Hunt’s voice chimes in across the room, near the front door. I hadn’t even noticed him come in. I stand and walk over to him, rewarded with a kiss on my forehead.

“She’s an exceptional woman, Damian. I would love to have a session.”

“I’m afraid this one is off limits,” he replies, curling an arm about my waist and holding me close to his side.

“That really is a pity. I could’ve had some fun with her.” She grins at me seductively and I blush, digging my head into Hunt’s chest.

“I’m going to take Gabrielle on a tour. I will require my private room when we’re done. Would you have it prepared for me?”

“Of course,” she says, standing up and adjusting her dress. “I’ll have everything prepared for you by the time you’re done…exploring.”

She smiles at us sensually before leaving us alone.

Hunt turns to me, holding me at arm’s length, and asks, “Are you alright, Gabrielle? How did everything go?”

I nod my head and answer, “It was interesting…You aren’t upset that she touched me?”

“No, I hardly think any man would dislike the sight of their woman receiving pleasure in another woman’s caress. Marlena can be quite flirtatious. She enjoys the hunt…How do you feel about it?” I blush under his inquisitive gaze. “That’s what I thought.”

“She certainly has a way with people,” I state with a shy smirk, and Hunt laughs, pulling me into his side and kissing me softly on my temple.

“Come, let me show you the grounds.”

He holds me close as we walk back toward the main house.

A
fter an extensive tour of the first floor, my head is reeling. Every room is scarcely lit, with red leather couches, Persian rugs, and dark woods. It’s an elegant mix of antique and modern design, opulent. He showed me the bar and lounge, which is mainly for sitting and chatting, though there were a few subs in various devices being flogged, or pleasured, or whatever their Doms desired. This causes me to blush and drop my head with an overwhelming shyness. I feel a slight sense of discomfort, but I am also very curious and open to new experiences with Hunt.

Then, he shows me a room where beautiful women dance on polls, some appear to work here, but most look as if they are amateurs like me, grinding and dancing, teasing their Doms.

That would be fun to do for Hunt.

Many of the girls are in the traditional corset and garters, others wear only panties and collars, or nothing at all. They have no shame in their bodies or desires.

I spot a couple tucked away in a dark corner. The sultry redhead sits on the couch, with her legs spread open wide, while her naked male sub goes to town on her. His eyes are blindfolded and his hands are bound behind his back.

I let out a whimper, clenching my thighs together as I become aroused by the carnal vision.

“Does watching arouse you, Gabrielle? Do you enjoy observing others take pleasure in each other?” he whispers into my ear, tracing his finger along my collar. I nod my head, never taking my eyes off the sensual couple. “Come with me, angel.”

He places his hand on the small of my back and guides me out of the room to the stairs in the foyer.

“Where are we going, Master Hunt?”

“Patience, Miss Hyde. We must work on that.”

As we ascend the stairs to the second floor, I smirk at myself and then notice the doors lining both sides of the floor. One side has twice as many doors as the other.

“Master Hunt, why are there more doors on this side than that one?” I ask, pointing to them.

“I’ll show you,” he replies, turning to the right and leading me over to one. I realize that every other door has a red ribbon hanging from the knobs, except the one we enter. It’s a dimly lit, closet-sized room, the only light comes from a window, but this doesn’t lead outside. This is a viewing window for the room next to us.

I walk over to it and find an attractive couple readying to play. She’s blindfolded, gagged, and tied down to the bed, sprawled out to her Dom’s liking. She searches the room blindly for her lover, almost as if she’s sniffing the air for his scent. He stands at the end of the bed, watching her, finding ecstasy in the sight of his beautiful sub helpless and desperate.

“Does this make you uncomfortable, angel?”

I feel a sense of coyness brightening my cheeks, but I am aroused more than anything else. I look back at him, casually leaning against the wall, from over my shoulder and reply, “Yes, but…”

“But, you’re aroused by voyeurism.”

“Voyeurism?”

“You take pleasure in watching others,” he states simply.

“Yes,” I answer truthfully.

“Would you enjoy being watched, Miss Hyde?” he asks with an amused, enquiring tone.

“Exhibitionism?” I squeak.

“Yes, angel,” he answers with a chuckle and a nod of his head.

“No, I enjoy the idea of being caught I suppose, but I’m not going to say it’s a hard limit either.”

He takes a step toward me and presses his large torso against my back, wrapping his sculpted arms about me so his hands splay on my womb, pressing my rear into his erect cock.

I moan.

His fingers clench at the material of my skirt, bunching it up into his fists and revealing my bare slit. He kisses my neck with an expert’s touch, causing my head to roll back onto his chest and my hand to slide up the back of his head, gripping at the lush strands.

One of his hands roam my breast, kneading and teasing, while the other cups my aroused cleft, massaging my sensitive clit with the palm. I groan and writhe, giving him more friction and grinding my ass into a cock so hard, it makes diamonds seem soft.

While he works me with his palm, his other hand peels the straps of my flimsy dress off my shoulders, allowing the top to fall down under my heavy breasts. His sensual lips continue down my neck to my shoulders, caressing my flesh ever so lightly. This tender touch sends shivers down my body, my skin tightening with goose bumps.