Dominion
DAPHNE
“Congratulations, Goldilocks!”
I clink my whiskey glass against his, the two of us lounging up against the bar while we wait for our space to be ready.
Frankie said the club has pretty strict hygiene and inspection procedures when it comes to their private rooms, so while it’s a bit of an extra wait, I’m happy to take that over the alternative.
“Thank you, thank you,” he downs a bit of his drink, nodding in approval. “It’s all because of you.”
“Hey, you wrote the book, I just opened a door.”
I take a quick sip of my own, grimacing at the initial bite. Usually I’d have a filthy martini, but I need something with some smoke to it tonight, and the burn from the whiskey will give me something to focus on beyond what I know is coming.
“Well it was a real heavy door, let me tell you. I’d been having a hell of a time trying to find a literary agent who’d actually read the damn thing, let alone rep me.”
He’s glowing tonight, his confidence pulling me toward him like a magnet, and the more time I spend with him, the more I feel my nerves just… melt away.
Or maybe that’s the whiskey.
“Hey, can you autograph a copy for me, maybe write a little personalized message?”
I slide my arm around his torso, wishing I could just tear the shirt right off of him; I’m dying to see what’s underneath it all.
We’ve only been living together for a few days so far, but I have yet to see him naked.
Or even shirtless, for that matter. When he first said we’d be sharing a room, I just assumed…
Well, I was more than a little surprised to find out that he’d be consistently getting changed in the bathroom, and wearing pajamas and t-shirts to bed.
“I’d love to,” he purrs. “Maybe I’ll write something like—”
“Hey, Professor!” A voice calls, popping our little bubble. “Your room’s ready!”
The woman tosses him a set of keys with one of those vintage plastic hotel keychains.
“Well, that’s our cue. Good to go?”
“Just a second. I wanna check on V.”
I pull my phone out of my purse.
ME
How’s the babysitter?
V
So cool. We got snacks, and we’re watching Blade!
She sends me a picture of Frankie’s coffee table, newly covered in a mass of junk food.
“Holy shit,” I laugh.
“What? Is everything okay?” Frankie asks, looking slightly panicked. “He didn’t put on SAW or something, did he?”
“No, no,” I flash him my screen. “It looks like he bought her a whole candy store.”
“Well, Jay’s kind of a big kid himself, so that makes sense. You don’t have rules about junk food, do you?”
I scoff.
“Please. If she manages to eat at least one vegetable at dinner, I’m happy.”
ME
We’ll be home in a few hours. Brush your teeth before bed!
V
Mom, I’m not a baby.
I put the phone away with a grin, but anticipation quickly starts searing the back of my neck as I down the rest of my drink. I pray the last little sip of amber liquid gives me the courage I need to take the next few steps.
“Lead the way.”
Frankie picks a little black bag up off of the bar stool, and we head toward the back of the club.
He’s dressed in a suit tonight, and I’m in a short leather dress that I’ve been saving for the Slip of the Tongue tour.
There’s no harm in debuting it here, though.
It’s important to see how your clothing performs under pressure.
The two of us walk down a long hallway together, our shoes gently clicking along the tiled floor. I can’t see a whole hell of a lot of detail because the lights are so low, but every so often, a moan creeps out from behind a door, only heightening the excitement that’s thrumming just under my skin.
We stop in front of the room at the end of the hall and Frankie slides the key in the lock, turning it with a firm click before ushering me inside.
The room’s a little smaller than I expected, with indigo walls, soft purple lighting, and a King sized bed.
There’s even a sleek leather couch off to the side.
With the door firmly shut, it’s not long before Frankie’s hands are gliding up and down my waist, and I can feel his excited breath on the back of my neck.
Dangerous.
“I have a question for you, Firecracker.”
“I might have an answer.”
He chuckles, giving my ass a sharp smack.
“You wanna be a brat tonight? Or are you going to do as you’re told?”
I glance over my shoulder, watching him toss his jacket aside before sliding off his belt. His movements seem graceful, almost feline, but the thing that really holds my focus is the delicate way he folds the leather in his hands.
“Is that for me?”
Desire begins to claw at my insides like a drawn-out starvation, like something I didn’t know was eating away at me this entire time.
“Answer my question, and maybe you’ll find out.”
My heart’s racing. All I know is that I want more.
I need more.
“I’m sorry, I forgot what you asked.”
My laugh sounds a little nervous, but Frankie simply grins, taking a step toward me and draping the belt over the back of my neck, ready to hold me in place.
“I said… Do you want to be a brat? Or do you want to get everything you’ve ever desired, right here and now?”
I can’t help myself, reaching up to brush my fingers against his cheek. It’s not only that he looks like a fucking Grecian statue in this light, but he just makes me feel so wanted, and even if this whole arrangement is based in bullshit, I know my feelings aren’t.
“I want everything.”
Frankie beams, pressing a deep and passionate kiss to my lips.
There’s no going back now.
He uses the belt to guide me by the neck, toward a full-length mirror that’s set up right next to the bed.
“That’s a pretty dress.”
“Thank you.”
He’s so confident, slipping around behind me and watching my reactions in the mirror as he gets to work with his hands: kneading and squeezing my hips, my breasts, my ass…
“I want it off.”
I gasp as he pulls the zipper down, and the dress falls to my feet in a puddle, leaving me completely exposed.
No bra.
No underwear at all.
“I swear, you only get more beautiful.”
He slips the belt from my neck, vanishing from my line of sight as he steps away from the mirror. I hear the distinct sound of something unzipping, but when I turn my head, Frankie only clicks his tongue in admonishment.
“Look straight ahead,” he pauses, putting all the honeyed emphasis on the final word. “Slut.”
I don’t know what it is, I usually can’t stand it when men talk down to me, but there’s something about Frankie’s tone that’s almost… loving?
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
Suddenly he’s reappeared in the reflection, yanking my head back by the hair. I let out a hiss as he slips a collar around my neck, black leather, with a rhinestone butterfly at the front. I feel a shiver run through me, and suddenly I’m obsessed.
“You’re mine tonight, Firecracker. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I want to wear it when I tour.
I want him to know that I’ll always be his, long after this petty little arrangement ends.
“Good. Now tell me, what’s our safe word?”
“Wheelbarrow.”
“That’s my girl.” He holds up a shiny silver chain, the leash to my new collar. “Look at yourself… see how beautiful you are?”
I gaze at my own reflection.
My body bears the marks of a woman who’s been through dozens of reincarnations over the years, and I take it all in: My muscular arms and thighs, from years of dancing and lifting weights.
My breasts that still sag slightly from nursing a hungry baby.
The stretch marks and cesarean scar on my belly that reminds me of what became the happiest day of my life.
“Who else has worn this?” I ask, gently brushing my fingers against the leather.
“I bought it just for you. You’ve been a very good student, Firecracker, and good students deserve to be rewarded."
I smile to myself in silence, taking a moment to admire the gift.
“Now, are you ready for your next lesson?”
“I am, sir.”
“Turn around.”
Desire wraps around me like smoke, filling my lungs, and going straight to my head.
Frankie gives the leash a gentle tug and I turn to face him, my heels gently scraping against the floor. I expect to find a domineering stare, but instead, I’m met with nothing but a soft adoration as his lips curl into a small smile.
“I was right,” he murmurs.
“About?”
“It belongs on you.”
Frankie’s grin grows wider, and he rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt to reveal his corded forearms. I think they might be my favorite part of his body, warm, strong, and always ready to hold me tight.
“I want you to crawl to me. Slowly. Show me how desperate you are for my cock.”
If you’d asked me ten years ago if I’d be crawling for any man I’d have laughed in your face. Now? I can’t think of anything I want more than to taste surrender on my tongue.
He cups my cheek to ensure he has my full attention.
“Next, you’re going to untie my shoes… with your teeth. Then, and only then, I’ll let you have another taste.”
He slinks off toward the sofa, easing himself down and spreading his legs wide.
I stare at him, already missing the warmth of his touch.
“I said crawl.”
My legs are shaking, my heart in my throat, and for some godforsaken reason I suddenly feel like I’m about to cry. I can’t tell where all these emotions are coming from, but I push them aside, and follow his instructions as I sink to the floor.
And then I crawl.
Slow. Sensual.
The closer I get to him, seeing him look down on me, the more my mouth waters.
He looks like royalty: shoulders back, head held high.
“That’s it.” He unzips his pants to give his cock a few languid strokes. “You were made for this.”
A few more inches and I’m kneeling before his shiny leather shoes.
“You think I’m gonna give it to you because you’ve got that look on your face? I told you what you have to do, slut.”
I dip my head, sticking my ass up in the air as I bare down on the laces. If I’m going to be busy with my teeth, I might as well taunt him with the rest of me
Frankie doesn’t miss a beat, leaning over to give me a quick slap to the ass, and I press my face right up against his ankle, letting out a pathetic whine.
“You’re a fucking tease.” His fingers slide down past my asshole, and glide along my pussy lips. “Jesus Christ. Does that make you wet?”
“Yes, sir!”
He hits me harder this time, and I yelp.
“It seems like fucking you is gonna be nice and easy, but you still haven’t done as you were told. I thought you said you wanted to be obedient tonight?”
“I do, sir.”
He runs a hand through my curls.
“Then…?”
I dip my head back down, biting into a lace with my teeth, doing my best to tug and yank at it until the bow comes loose.
“That’s a good girl. Now, the other one.”
The second lace is tied a little tighter, and I start to wonder if he did that on purpose, but I push those thoughts away. The only thing that matters right now is following his instructions.
I tug and I tug, and tug even more before letting out a frustrated grunt.
It’s too difficult.
Suddenly I’m filled with a new anxiety as he grasps my hair again, but the moment passes quickly when he pulls my head up and offers me a warm smile.
“Take your time. There’s nothing wrong with working at your own pace.”
I let out a long, calming breath, taking a few moments to reset before trying again. I’m so amped up with adrenaline that it’s been hard to focus, but this time, the lace comes loose with much more ease.
I glance up at him, my knees aching and my heart pounding, but for the first time in a long while my mind is quiet. All I’m focused on is the present, on his warm palm on my cheek, and the cool, soothing sensation from the rings that decorate his fingers.
“You’ve done so well.” He leans back onto the couch, grasping the base of his cock. “Now, do you hear that ticking?”
I blink, trying to adjust my focus to something beyond the little bubble that I’ve created. It takes me a few seconds, but then I hear it.
Tick Tock.
Tick Tock.
“Yes, I do.”
“I’m keeping time. I’ll let you suck me off for sixty seconds. No more, no less.” He leans forward. “I want you to take me nice and deep while you play with your pussy, but remember, only sixty seconds. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, sir.”
Frankie grasps his cock, gently gliding it toward my lips.
I begin by placing gentle kisses on the tip while he strokes my hair, but I need more. I start to flick his piercing with my tongue, drinking in the way it makes him moan.
“I like it nice and gentle to start… and remember to take care of yourself, but—” His eyes burn right into mine. “Don’t you dare come.”
I reach between my thighs to stroke my clit, trying my best to keep the touch feather-light. I don’t want to ruin this beautiful buildup, I want to add to it, more and more, until I’m practically begging him to fuck me.
“40 seconds.”
I take that as a cue, bringing him as deep as I can down my throat until I’m rewarded with a raspy moan.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Choke on me.”
Frankie rolls his hips, forcing himself deeper as my head spins and I start to gag. He’s controlling the pace, making me fall further and further into a haze of blissful abandon, but just as things are getting good I snap to attention, tapping him on the hand.
He lets me free and I back away, coughing as I do my best to catch my breath.
“Show me your fingers.”
I hold them up like a trophy, marveling at the way they glisten in the soft light.
“Did I do well, sir?”
He lifts his arm, tilting his wrist so I can see his watch.
“Sixty seconds on the dot.”
And then he kisses me, and I can feel myself fill up with a new sensation, a shivering, almost quaking pride, like nothing I’d ever felt before.
“Now, Firecracker… Get up on that bed for me.”