A Dominant Man (37 page)

“I’m constantly in awe of you, Miss Hyde,” He admits in a low tone as if we’re alone, and my sister’s large, scrutinizing eyes aren’t watching us.

“Please behave yourself,
Mr. Hunt
.”

Maya
chuckles again, oblivious to our private joke.

“I’m always on my utmost behavior,
Miss Hyde
.” I roll my eyes and grin. “What’s for dinner?” he asks, curiously scanning the ingredients.

“Steak with sautéed mushrooms, bell peppers, onions, and roasted golden potatoes.”

“Mmmm…mouthwatering. I can’t wait to taste.”

“
Behave,” I teasingly reprimand. “Why don’t you put on another song and relax with the wine, while I get this prepared.”

He kisses me on the temple, lingering a bit. He struts into the living room and gives my iPod the once-over. I bring my attention back to
Maya who’s poking at the steak and sipping on the wine.

“Do you want to help?”

Her face says no-way. “I’m a klutz in the kitchen, unlike you, Ellie.”

I shake my head at her. “Fine, then make yourself handy and entertain our guest.”

‘A Sunday Kind of Love’ by Etta James sensually comes over the speakers, setting a lazy, stay in bed kind of ambiance.

I wonder if he wants our pr
esent company not so present.

I glance at him after I slide the steaks into the broiler. He’s sitting on the couch
, gazing at me in a way that melts my heart like candlewax near a flame. Maya has always been fairly talkative, but since her trip, she’s been downright loquacious, causing my ears to actually ache. Poor Hunt’s ears must be ready to bleed as she goes on about her trip and all the fabulous men.

I throw the veggies into a skillet with butter and cook it over a low flame. I join my guests on the couch, sitting contently nuzzled in my nook at Hunt’s side, sipping on the delicious wine and listening to her adventures. Hunt physically relaxes and listens patiently to her outlandish tales, tenderly stroking my arm.

I get up occasionally to check on dinner, which is finally ready. Hunt joins me in the kitchen and sets the plates and silverware around the island while I call Maya and set out the food. Damian sits at the head of the table with Maya and me on either side of him.

T
he night is going remarkably well, and Hunt’s getting along with my sister famously. We’re having a pleasant conversation over our scrumptious dinner and fragrant wine, which depletes quickly as the evening goes on. Then Maya starts her interrogation of Hunt.

“What do you do for fun?”

He gawks at her for a moment. I can tell he’s thinking about our bedroom sessions because he flushes slightly.

“I enjoy many hobbies and interests.”

“Wow. By far, worst interview answer I’ve heard. You didn’t even try.”

“I play different instruments, enjoy photography, and collect fine things. I also own a number of toys I enjoy playing with.”

“What type of toys?”

“Expensive,” he replies dryly.
He takes my hand, rubbing my knuckle with his thumb. “Priceless, even,” he whispers.

“What’s your favorite color?”

He stares at her, confused, then replies, “Black, white, gray, green, blue.”

He’s about to take a bite of steak.

“Do you enjoy sports?”

He pauses, mouth open with the steak
half an inch from its intended location.

“Yes, but I don’t follow much.”

“What…”

“
Maya, what are you doing?” I mutter with annoyance.

“You said you couldn’t tell him yes until you knew basic things about him.”

Hunt’s eyes find mine, and he appears…elated.

“I can ask him myself. Thank you.”

“Ok, alright,” she yawns out, “I was only trying to help. I think I’m going to skip the movie and hit the hay. I’m beat. Damn jetlag.” She lets out another loud yawn. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Damian”

“The pleasure’s all mine. Goodnight.”

“Love ya, Ellie. Goodnight.”

“I love you, too. Goodnight, sweet dreams.”

Fit to be Tied

W
e watch her leave the room attentively, listening to the creaks of hardwood floor as she heads to the end of the hall. Once we hear her bedroom door shut and lock, we fly at each other, assaulting with our lips and hands. He grazes my mouth with his and mutters, “I missed you, doll. I was going fucking crazy without you, and then those texts sent me over the edge.”

I nip at his bottom lip.
“They were supposed to.”

He lets out a low growl and licks his lips, beaming at me from burning eyes.

“You’re a naughty girl. You require a spanking and a thorough pounding for your disobedient behavior.” He bites down on my lower lip, causing me to melt in his arms. “Before I fuck you senseless, we should discuss what your sister said.”

“What about it?” I ask, dazed. His glare lets me know he’s serious. “I want to get to know you before I give you my answer.”

“She used a very specific answer for your response.”

“I thought you weren’t going to push it.”

I push away.

“I wasn’t until I heard her drunken confession. I couldn’t help my urge. I don’t mind answering questions, you need only ask.”

“Right now?” I’m buzzed and confused by the change in direction. “I thought we were heading toward the bedroom.”

“We’ll retire in a moment. Do you have any questions?”

“What college did you attend?”

“Stanford.”

My eyes burst open. “Stanford?”

“You don’t have to look shocked.”

“I’ve heard it’s a good school.”

He laughs.

“Did you have any girlfriends, besides your Dom?”

“She wasn’t my girlfriend…Yes, one girl after I dropped out of college.
Though, I wouldn’t call her a girlfriend. We didn’t share what you and I possess. Anyway, I couldn’t give her what she needed and vice versa. I made the decision to only involve myself with submissives, and you know the rest.”

“Not exactly, but I’m curious to learn more about our lifesty
le, women you’ve dominated, the one who dominated you.”

“I’ll tell you another time…Our lifestyle. I like that.”

“Me, too.”

“How many boyfriends have you had?”

“I’ve had four serious boyfriends. Others, I’d rather not say, just as you probably prefer not to tell me the amount of your…lovers. You’re the only one I’ve ever loved on this scale. By comparison, I’m unsure I ever really did before you.”

His face is staid, but his eyes are illuminating.

“I’m the luckiest man because I found you. I always assumed I would never find a woman who accepted me wholly, even parts of me I can’t accept and the secrets I keep hidden.”

“You’ll tell me when the timing’s right. We don’t have to rush things.” I shoot up a brow and pucker my lips. He lets out a mock laugh and quickly returns to a straight face.

“Not funny.”

“I’m not joking. I want to take my time and enjoy you. There’s no finish line. This is it. We need to admire the present. If we race through it we’re going to miss everything.”

He scoops me into his chiseled arms and mashes quivering, tender lips on mine, equally as shaky. His tongue probes my mouth softly, caressing and petting eagerly. He breaks from me, breathing stressed and gaze on fire.

He holds my face in his hands, staring deep into my eyes. His thumb runs over my lips as he licks his with a shadowy stare, penetrating me. He viciously attacks my mouth with his, and I leap up into his arms. He catches me with both hands planted on my rear while mine cling to his broad, golden shoulders, and my legs enfold about his waist.

We attack each other with the same core melting fervor. He’s taking me over, possessing me to the depths of my darkest self as our lips leisurely stroke and graze one another, entranced by our love. His delectable scent envelops my nose, causing shockwaves to tremble through my mind and body.

I’m in awe of this bewildering man’s essence, his moves in and out of the bed, his heady scent, his mind, an intricate puzzle waiting to be solved. Damian’s very presence makes me swoon and pine for his worshipping touch.

He walks us across the living room and down the hall to my bedroom. His hips shift between my thighs, his hard cock rubbing and arousing me. I whimper against his lips, and he growls low in the throat, taking me by the back of the head and immersing us further.

We enter the
bedroom, and he shuts the door, allowing our moans to get louder. The skyline’s glow and bright moon bathes the room in a pale blue light. I barely make out Hunt, but I don’t need to see him, his perfect face is etched in my mind.

“You feel so fucking amazing against me,” he murmurs through our rough kisses. Suddenly, he lowers me to the ground and takes a step back, panting.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, bewildered.

“I want to make tender, passionate love to you, but your misbehavior today can’t go unpunished. You were a naughty girl, and your disobedient conduct must be reprimanded.”

Playtime!

I jump for joy on the inside and get into the submissive stance without hesitation.

“That’s my girl.” Hunt’s proud words send shivers down my spine. I’ll never tire of hearing those three words. They let me know I please him, and I’m his.

I keep my eyes plastered to his Converse.

“What are you going to do to me, Mr. Hunt?”

“Do you trust me, Elle? Answer yes or no.”

“Yes.”

“Then let me surprise you. You may look at me.” I gaze up fixedly into those hypnotic fields of green, anticipating his next move. “Let’s get you out of these clothes. You’re far too exquisite to cover up your luscious form.” He lifts the hem of my shirt, removing and tossing it aside. “If it were my decision, you would be naked, always.”

He reaches around with one hand and deftly unhooks my bra, tugging the cups down under my breast with the other, heaving them up.

“I would
if you’re naked with me, Mr. Hunt.”

He grins down at me.

“It would be my pleasure.”

He unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down as he kneels before me. He unties and removes my shoes and socks. His fingers entwine with my panties, yanking them down to my knees, and he leans in to breathe my scent.

Sensing my timid aura, he says, “Your aroma is heavenly.” He rises. “Wait here.”

Where am I going to go
with my pants and panties binding my trembling body?

I stay as I am and leave them w
here they are. A moment goes by, and then another, then a few more slither along. The anticipation is agonizing and thrilling, adrenaline coursing through me. The sensation causes my skin to tingle and a hyperactive heart rate.

I hear the creaking of the wood under his solid footsteps coming down the hall, growing louder until he enters with the large, dark duffle bag
in hand. He shuts and locks the door behind him, walks over to the black velvet bench at the end of my bed, and sets the bag upon it. He retrieves a few toys, though I’m unable to identify the items due to the lack of light in the room.

“No peeking. That’s cheating and it’s punishable, Hyde
.” I shoot my eyes forward and peer into the vanity. My bare, trussed up form makes me uncomfortable, so I stare back at the ground. “Detangle your fingers and finish taking off your pants, then come to me.”

I release my grip, allowing my bra to fall
to the floor, kick off my jeans and slide off my panties. I practically skip to his side.

“You’re a zealous little thing, considering I’m going to rigorously tan your hide.” He peers down at me with fire in his hunter green eyes. “You’re
like a doe, who not only doesn’t know to be frightened of the wolf but happily invites him to prey upon you.”

He smirks wickedly
at me and licks his bottom lip as I remain silent, watching him cautiously.

“Stand at the bench facing the bed, head down, hands behind your back.”

“As you wish, Master,” I repeat Maya’s words and swiftly stand as commanded.

“Aren’t you afraid
in the slightest? You may look me in the eye.” His eyebrow is cocked and he has a wicked smirk firmly planted on that stunner he calls a face.

“Why would I be frightened of you? I trust you won’t hurt me…Well, not too much, anyway.”

His face tenses and brow crinkles, but he recovers and places the black bag on the floor. He tosses the toys on the bed and hauls the bench from the wrought iron footboard.

“I want you to kneel and bend over the bench.”

I do and clasp my trembling fingers onto the opposite edge of the long velvet seat. I hear the clunking noise as his shoes hit the floor across the room. I watch him chuck his sweater carelessly, landing on a side table lamp. He casually swaggers to my iPod speakers and glides his into the cradle. He selects a song and saunters back as the slow, sexual beat of the music teases and entices. AWOLNATION’s ‘Sail’ thumps throughout the room, vibrating around us, through us. It’s a driving rhythm, setting up the game were about to play. 

“I’m going to use a lollipop slapper.
Do you know what that is?”

“No,” I whisper and twist
around to study the device. There’s a small red circle on the end of a long, thin, black handle. It looks like the cherry lollipop you get at a Doctor’s office.

“I am going to give you your punishment, and then I’
m going to fuck you. Ready, Gabrielle?”

“Yes,” I pant.

The first snap is shocking, the sting concentrated into a small circular area with a pulsating warmth spreading out. I clench my fingers and try to prepare for the next, but I’m not. He thrashes down with immense power, jerking me forward, causing the bench to tilt with me.

He doesn’t stop, switching cheeks with each pop, occasionally hitting the center o
f my sensitive apex. I like those. I count each bite as they snap on my raw, flaming flesh. I’m on fire, aroused by the force of his jarring lashes. Hunt is ablaze, too, snarling and breathing harshly through gritted teeth with every swing.

“Don’t…e
ver…leave…me…again…Under…stand?”

The
anguish in his voice is far more excruciating than the pain of his sharp snaps to my stinging flesh.

“I’m sorry!” I yelp. “I won’t do it again!”

Hunt ceases immediately. “Why am I upset with you, Gabrielle?”

My ass is blazing. I feel the heat
radiating from it. “I left without a word and frightened you. I was a bad girl,” I breathlessly mutter.

He’s silent, but I feel him standing there
, staring down on me. I don’t dare glimpse at him.

“Yes, you are. I ha
ve never been so panicked. It was the longest two hours of my life.”

Suddenly, he’s kneeling and pressed against me. He grabs my ponytail, roughly tipping my head back, and leans over me to gaze into my eyes, whispering
, “You’re unbelievably gorgeous with your mouthwatering, polka dot ass ablaze. Oh, Gabrielle, you constantly challenge me. Why do you insist on disobeying?”

“I don’t know why,” I weakly mutter.

He yanks my head back further. “Unacceptable,” he snarls.

“Because it feels good
and you want it.”

“Is that right? Why would I want you to defy me?”

The song changes to one of mine. Charli XCX’s ‘How Can I’. The dark, rough beat fills my room and my ears. She sings about bound hands in chains, the suffering she has inflicted on herself, and the undeniable punishment about to ensue. Suddenly, the lyrics take on a whole new meaning.

“It gives you the opportunity to do what you love, punish
ment and me. It satisfies you to discipline me when I’ve misbehaved.”

“Yes, I love disciplining you. Now, I’m going to
fuck
you.” He bites at my ear and releases my hair as I moan. “Spread your legs and clasp your hands behind your back.”

Are we playing cops and robbers?

I position myself as I’m told, expecting the bite of cold steel, but instead, it’s fuzzy and only slightly uncomfortable. What I’m not expecting, the leather straps around my ankles or an inability to open and shut my legs.

“It’s a spreader bar. Are you alright?”

“Yes, Mr. Hunt.”

He doesn’t say another word. He massages a soothing cream and blows cool air onto my raw rump. It relieves the sting and heightens my desire. Hunt’s tongue strikes in the blink of an eye. The precise attack on my pulsating clit propel
s overwhelming, electric waves everywhere. I let out vociferous moans and aggressively shove myself back onto his tantalizing tongue. He pulls away, causing a dull pain from the waist down.

“Don’t move,” he orders.

He commences again, and the ache is replaced with the mind-altering waves of pleasure. I groan as his lips suckle and his tongue flicks wildly. I writhe on his mouth, but he doesn’t stop this time. Instead, he inserts a long able finger into my gooey caramel center. My mind goes blank, and I allow my body to take over. I need him. I can’t take it any longer.