Her Dom's Secret Past Page 7

  “Now the shorts.”

  She wriggled out of the shorts and I could see her eyes dilate in excitement.

  “The bra.”

  Anabelle put her hands behind her to unfasten her bra. It made those full tits thrust forward and my cock reacted. Ah, they were definitely delicious. The bra went the way of the shorts and shirt. Now she was breathing heavily. I’d always loved watching a sub undress, the way each order increased their arousal, and Anabelle was proving to me how much it worked.

  “Panties.”

  She shimmied the panties down her legs to finally stand naked.

  “Mm, very nice.”

  I let my gaze roam all over her body, exciting me more. She was perfect in every way. I loved all her soft curves, or as she called them, “her wiggly bits”. I drank her in and crooked my finger, beckoning her closer. With only a little help from me, I made her climb onto the kitchen bench then set my stool between her legs. Today, I intended to make her wait. I was going to take her to the edge and back as many times as I could.

  Placing my hands on each thigh, I moved each leg apart and pulled her until she was right on the edge of the bench, at the perfect height for me. Running a finger up and down, I discovered she wasn’t a little moist, she was extremely wet. I let her rich juices coat my finger and licked it.

  “If you’re a good girl, I may let you come.”

  Her beautiful green eyes widened in shock. “What?”

  “You heard. Right now I’m in charge, so relax and enjoy.”

  Cupping my hand, I pushed a finger into her hot wet cunt while I leaned forward and breathed in deep. God, I loved the smell of her arousal. It was sweet. It added to my excitement. She was intoxicating. I licked her. She gave a little sigh. Right, time to tease.

  Using my fingers and my mouth, I fucked her until she tensed, and then I stopped. Glancing up into her face, it was a picture. I could tell she was excited, but at the same time a little annoyed. I waited until I knew the urge to climax had subsided. Then I began licking and fucking again. She leaned back on her elbows and began those little mewling sounds that she made.

  I loved them!

  Taking her to the edge time and time again, I could tell how frustrated she was as she pouted at me. I wondered simply how much longer it would be before she demanded her orgasm. I was enjoying myself a lot. The downside was I had a hard-on that was now painfully pressed against my shorts.

  Ah, the things we do for love.

  This time, when she was hovering on the edge, she tried to bring her legs together to keep my hand inside her. I laughed and shook my head. She bit her bottom lip and I figured this next time I’d let her come. Once more, I pushed a finger inside her, then another. In and out of that cunt. I loved the squishy noises it made as I began sucking and biting at her clit. She moaned louder and louder as the beginnings of her orgasm started again.

  “Don’t stop!”

  Her demanding scream echoed across the kitchen as I sucked on that bead. Drawing it in, I bit down hard with my mouth. If we ever got into a real Dom-sub relationship, she’d learn to behave. Still, at the moment, we were only two people enjoying each other’s bodies.

  As I sucked, I hooked my two fingers inside her, finding that rough-textured area known as the G-spot. She threw her head back and yelled my name as her climax burst forth. I kept sucking and fucking, knowing it would be a hard one. The walls of her cunt grabbed onto my fingers, the muscles spasmed throughout her. There was this rhythmic throb throughout her pussy as her orgasm slowly retreated, and she fell back, gasping to lay on the counter.

  When her body stopped convulsing, I gave that sweet pussy one last kiss and stood. Then I walked around the counter to her head. She had an arm thrown across her eyes as she gasped hard, trying to draw in oxygen. I lifted her arm and kissed her upside down. She clung to me as if trying to draw breath from me.

  God, she’s wonderful. I love her.

  I rocked back a little in surprise.

  Shit! Where did that come from?

  Hell, it was true! I’d actually fallen for her, fallen fast and hard. My heart would be in a million pieces if this was the end. I wasn’t a religious man, but I prayed this wasn’t over. I needed her in my life. I’d never believed in love at first sight, but now I was a true convert!

  I let her get herself back in control and helped her sit up. Then I lifted her off the counter. My arms wrapped tightly around her, my head resting on top of hers.

  “You’re a nasty man, John,” she murmured, an angry edge to her voice.

  “Why?”

  “How could you do that to me?”

  I held her away from my body so we could see each other’s eyes.

  “Tell me this. Was it a good orgasm or a great one?”

  “Damn you! It was a great one.”

  I smiled down at the face I now knew I loved, laughing delightedly.

  “Next time I might make you wait longer.”

  She shook her head, but she smiled as she put her hands on my chest and ran them downward. Oh, oh, she would discover the downside of what had happened a moment ago. She reached my growing manhood, tilted her head on one side, and smirked at me. I was in trouble.

  “I think I should take care of this … problem.”

  Before I could do anything, she pulled my shorts down and kneeled in front of me. Now I had to hold onto the kitchen bench as she opened her mouth and took my cock into it. I had a sneaky suspicion this was payback time as she began bobbing her head up and down my cock.

  It was my turn to close my eyes as her mouth did amazing things. She sucked, slurped, and licked. Her tongue seemed to wrap around my cock. Then she’d almost withdraw before thrusting forward, practically swallowing three-quarters of my dick. I knew any second I’d come. I grabbed her head.

  Bloody woman!

  She let my cock fall from her mouth and peered up at me so innocently. She blinked her eyes a few times and rubbed my dick with her hand. Payback was a bitch as she once again swallowed it. I grabbed her head this time and she giggled over my cock. The damn tingle of her laughter vibrated on my dick. Naturally, it made me come, and I pushed forward as she began swallowing.

  The muscle in my leg cramped, but I didn’t give a fuck. I let her suck and drain my dick until she finally let it fall from her mouth with a loud plop. She kissed its head and stood. Twining her arms around my neck, she pulled my head down and kissed me.

  “Fair’s fair, mister.”

  “Yes, it is.”

  My leg throbbed, but I was well satisfied. This was my woman and she could do whatever she wanted to me until I made her my sub. Somehow, we made it to the couch, sinking gratefully onto it. She snuggled against me, both of us still nude, and we both dozed off. About two-thirty, we both yawned, grinning at each other.

  “Think lunchtime disappeared. Maybe I should make us an early dinner instead.”

  “Sounds like a plan, but let’s have a bath first.”

  She nodded at my idea and stood, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. The next hour we spent luxuriating in the tub. She lay between my legs, her head resting on my chest. I soaped her up and washed her, taking extra care with those luscious tits. If my fingers lingered in some places more than others, I wasn’t responsible—her lovely body was.

  When I’d finished washing her, we lay idly, touching each other as we talked of movies and television shows we’d both enjoyed, until the water finally got too cold to linger anymore. After dressing, we walked back to the kitchen to make our missed lunch for dinner. Another thing I loved her for—we seemed in sync. Together, we made dinner, and neither of us got in the way of the other. It became a perfect symphony as we prepped, cooked, and then plated up our food. Because both of us had dressed warmly, we sat out on the patio to eat, watching the sun set and then the stars begin to appear. It was relaxing, made even more because of the beautiful woman beside me.

  I wished the day wouldn’t end, only tomorrow was left for us until I we
nt home on Saturday morning. I honestly hoped there would be a future for us when I revealed my past tomorrow night.

  Anabelle had her head on my shoulder as the moon began its journey across the sky. Nearby, we could hear the rustle of leaves as possums began their nightly forage for food. Anabelle suddenly pointed—three flying foxes dipped low and flew across the beach to the trees. We watched the skies as more flew across. The air got colder and we regretfully headed inside.

  It was still early and in the end we decided to watch a movie before bed. We’d been taking turns to pick and tonight was Anabelle’s selection. She chose Arrival. We were halfway through it when the house phone rang.

  Chapter Nine

  Anabelle

  “Excuse me, Ms. Rowley. There’s been a phone call for you. A Mr. Lyton rang and asked if you could contact him urgently.”

  “Oh, thank you. Do I just come up to the office?”

  “Yes, I’m sorry you’ll need to come up here. The house phones don’t connect to the outside world. If it’s convenient for you now, I can come down and then I’ll drive you up to the office then drop you back.”

  “Yes, thank you.”

  I turned to John stretched out on the settee. “I have to ring my office manager, something’s come up. I won’t be a moment.”

  “Okay, sweetheart.”

  There was a knock at the door and one of the staff ushered me to a motorized golf buggy thing. After zipping up to the office, I rang through to Charlie.

  “Hi, Charlie.”

  “Anabelle? Oh, thank goodness.” The relief in his voice was like a wave rolling over me. “We have a major problem, sorry to ring you, but…”

  “What’s happened?”

  “Remember the Davis wedding? Well, it’s this Saturday and somehow the dress got torn. The bride’s having a meltdown and the father dropped the dress off.”

  “Can’t Carina fix it?”

  “She thinks it’s beyond repair and wants you to see it. The lace and layers underneath are torn badly. She’s not sure what we can do. In fact, she doesn’t think anything can be done to salvage it.”

  “What? You’re joking! Fuck.”

  I glanced at the clock above the reception desk—seven-fifteen. Far too late to travel back tonight.

  “Damn. Okay I’ll leave here early in the morning and be there about ten.”

  I could hear the relief in his voice. I knew it had to be serious for Charlie to interrupt what he knew was an important break for me. It was also way out of character for him to be worried.

  “Thank you, thank you. See you then.”

  I got the ride back to my villa and told John what had happened. He was going home the day after tomorrow.

  “I’ll go early tomorrow and sort them out. It’s a four-hour drive.”

  “Will you be okay driving? I can take you. In fact, I’d like to.”

  “No, it’s fine. Your leg wouldn’t stand up to all that driving or even only sitting in the car that long. I’ll leave here about six. Once I show them what to do, I’ll come straight back. You can relax all day or pack.”

  “Only if you’re sure. As long as I see you before I go.”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely be back here tomorrow night.”

  More famous last words.

  We finished watching the movie and went to bed. I woke early and dressed, and John lay watching me.

  “Sure you don’t want me to drive you?”

  “Heavens no. I’ll be back tonight. Once I sort them out, I’ll drive straight back. Should be here about four, or five at the latest. Don’t worry, I’ll be here well before you leave on Saturday.”

  “Okay, beautiful.”

  I kissed him goodbye, reiterating that I’d see him tonight, and then left.

  It was nine forty-five when I reached the salon. Charlie greeted me at the door and led me to an almost-crying Carina. She tended to be over-dramatic, but she was one of the best seamstresses I’d ever met.

  Wringing her hands in despair, she cried, “Oh, Miss Rowley. Thank goodness you’re here!”

  “Right, show me the dress.”

  Charlie removed the opaque dust cover over the gown. He and Carina stood watching at me nervously. Carina had her hands covering her mouth.

  “What the fuck?”

  I looked from the dress to the other two. Charlie was biting a nail and Carina kept those hands in place but nodded vigorously. I’d envisaged a tiny tear. This was like a manic had attacked the dress with a twelve-inch blade.

  “What the hell happened?”

  “Apparently this is courtesy of their dog. The dress was hanging from a hook in the ceiling. The dog started playing and went crazy.”

  “Crazy’s not the word for it. Shit, this is a bloody mess.”

  I rubbed my forehead with my hand, thinking hard, trying to imagine what we could do to salvage the gown.

  “Do you have any of the lace left?”

  “Only a little. I searched everywhere but there is only a tiny scrap, certainly not enough to do anything with.”

  “Shit.”

  I lifted the tear and moved the fabric from one side to the other, my mind trying to design something that wouldn’t stand out like the proverbial dog’s balls. Grabbing a pencil and paper, I began sketching, alternating between staring at the dress, examining fabrics we had in stock, and drawing. Finally, I thought we had a chance, but it would mean a lot of work for the two of us.

  I showed the others the sketch and asked what they thought.

  “It will work. I never thought of using this fabric,” Carina said in relief as she touched the bolt of material I’d laid out.

  “Well, let’s get started. This is going to be a marathon effort, Carina. I’m sorry, but I can’t see any other way to fix the gown.”

  The next six and a half hours flew by as Carina and I worked our magic. We broke for an hour’s rest and a late lunch that Charlie had bought us, and then continued on. All thoughts of John and returning tonight completely disappeared from my mind as we worked with Charlie keeping us supplied with hot coffee. Finally, close to eight, the three of us stood back and stared at the gown. We’d virtually remade the whole thing. Charlie held his hands over his heart and beamed at the two of us.

  “It’s perfect.”

  “Can you notice anything, Charlie? Tell me honestly.”

  “Not really. I know what’s happened, but no one else would think there had been a problem.”

  “Okay. Ring the bride and tell her we’ve fixed it.”

  He left the sewing room and I hugged Carina.

  “Thank you, Miss Rowley. I didn’t think we’d be able to repair it.”

  “Neither did I when I first saw it, Carrie. Go home, take tomorrow off, and thank you.”

  She nodded her thanks, gathered up her things, and left. I walked out to the front desk where Charlie had just hung up the phone. He grinned.

  “She was crying first, then she was screaming, and then she started laughing. I think she may be a little hysterical.”

  “I wonder why?” I said. “A seventy thousand dollar dress almost reduced to rags. She does know she’s going to have to pay for this?”

  “Don’t worry. When her father dropped the dress off, he said he’d give us any amount as long as we could repair the dress.”

  “Good. Work out a reasonable figure, Charlie, and let them know when they come to pick it up.” I shook my head. “Boy, I hope we never have to do that again.”

  I yawned. It was eight-thirty and I was exhausted. I honestly couldn’t face a four-hour drive this late. We shut the salon and I went home. I knew I should have rung and left John a message, but I was too tired to even think straight. I kept yawning and rubbing my eyes yet it took me ages to fall asleep. I missed having John’s body touching mine, and the warmth of him against me.

  ****

  By the time I woke, drove back, and got to the villa, it was eleven. Going into the reception, I let them know I was back.
r />   “Oh, Miss Rowley, the gentleman in the next villa left a note for you.”

  “Damn! He’s gone?”

  “Check-out is at ten, and he waited until ten-thirty,” she chastised me with a smirk as if John being here an extra half hour was going to send the place to hell.

  Disappointed, I could only thank her and take the note. “Oh. Right, thanks.”

  My heart began doing this little happy dance but then I had a thought—I hoped it was good news and not a “thanks for the sex and goodbye” message. Getting back in the car, I drove to the villa. Once inside, I opened the front of the house and sat down, tearing open the envelope with shaky fingers.

  My dearest Anabelle,

  Obviously the best-laid plans of mice and men go astray. I’m guessing you finished too late to make the drive down. I wish beyond everything I had driven you. I honestly don’t want to lose contact with you.

  I do think the two of us would make a great couple, and I hope you feel the same way. Honestly, Ana, I want to have a relationship with you. Stupid me never got your last name, number, or address, which means I have no way of contacting you. I don’t even know if we live in the same state, all I know is that you’re about four hours away from here.

  This is my phone number. Please, please ring me. I’m missing you already.

  Love, John xxx

  I cried with happiness. Nothing else I could do but sob. I grabbed my phone and quickly dialed the number—no reception.

  Shit! Fuck! Bum!

  I took my phone out onto the rocks and clambered as far as I could. One bar. I hit redial. A woman’s voice.

  What?

  “Hello?”

  “Hi, is John there?”

  “Sorry, you must have the wrong number. I don’t know any Johns.”

  Oh, damn, I must have entered it wrong. I trudged over the rocks again and back to the villa to get the right one. No—that was the number written on the paper. I headed back out to the end of the rocks and dialed again, getting wet in the process. Same voice, same answer.

  “I’m sorry to do this. Can I check the number please?”

  Yep, the same one as written down.