The Reluctant Dom: Book One of the Obsessions Series by Paul Preston
When the pretty, though spiritually conflicted Cassandra approaches Charles in a Chicago suburb, both lives are changed forever. Plagued by a lifetime of repressed sexual desire, Cassandra allows Charles to fondle her breasts in public, and he becomes instantly smitten with her. Despite her religious beliefs and impending marriage to Patrick, she confesses her desire to enter into a submissive/slave relationship. Charles agrees to a four-day contract to become her Dominant.
Reluctant at first, Charles grows more confident in his role, sexually dominating and disciplining Cassandra with increasing force. He buys her bondage toys, sheer sexy clothing and body jewelry, then displays her in public, later taking her to Obsessions, a Gentlemen’s Club catering to D/s couples. There she dives even deeper into her submissive desires.
Their contract states that there’ll be no emotional involvement – or further contact between them once the four days are over. However, Charles has become emotionally attached to her. When the contract is up and Cassandra goes back to her fiancé, a devastated Charles risks one final attempt to draw her back to him.
Includes male domination, female submission, exhibitionism, bondage, spanking and graphic sex.
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“If you could have me do anything to you right now, Cassandra, what would it be?”
“I can’t possibly tell you, Sir.”
“Cassandra, I want to help you. I want to be the one who fulfills these needs of yours. Tell me. What fantasies are keeping you awake at night?”
“OK, I’ll tell you. What I’ve always wanted… was to be blindfolded by a man… and tied up tightly… so I could feel the rope on my skin constricting me…all over my body… and…”
“And I wish to be… spanked… hard… very hard… not once or twice… but repeatedly for a long time… for as long as I can endure it… in the dark… while you pull on my hair. That’s what keeps me up at night…these nasty thoughts. That’s what I truly want, if you’d be willing to do it to me, My Lord.”
“OK, that wasn’t so hard to tell me, was it?”
“No. It’s nice to finally say it out loud to someone, after all these years of keeping everything so bottled up inside.”
“Good. Now, open your eyes. Let’s see what we can do to make these dreams of yours come true.”
I unthreaded the cord out of the loops of my bathrobe.
“Stand in front of me please.”
Cassandra slipped off my lap and stood before me.
“As I said I don’t have any rope, so this will have to do for today. Hold out your wrists to me please, palms up.”
“Yes, Master C.”
As I bound her wrists together with the cord, I realized it aroused me to tie her up. It excited me that Cassandra placed her body in my care. I was the one she trusted enough to be able to explore her forbidden fantasies. Since I didn’t have a blindfold, I told her to turn off the light switch in the corner of the room by the door. As she walked across the room I admired the round womanly hips and the enticing curves of her ass. It was my ass now, at least for the next four days and nights. When she turned the lights off in the bedroom, she stood still, with her back against the wall.
“Come to me, Cassandra,” I said.
When she spoke her voice trembled.
“I’m afraid of the dark, My Lord.”
“It’s where the Evil One hides.”
“The Evil One?”
“Listen to me, Cassandra. Follow my voice. There is no Evil One. There’s no Satan. It’s only me here and I’m holding out my hands to you. I’m only a few steps away from you. Come to me. I’m waiting for you…”
Cassandra walked toward me in the dark. I reached out with my outstretched hands and pulled her naked flesh toward me. Taking her into my arms, I felt her soft warm breasts touch the skin of my chest, her tied hands against my thighs. I leaned in and kissed her tenderly, brushing my fingers through her long hair. After our lips touched, she rested her head against my shoulder.
“Repeat after me, Cassandra. There is no Satan. Say it.”
“There is no Satan.”
“Don’t be frightened. It’s only me here, Cassandra, and you are completely safe. No harm will come to you, I promise.”
“This is exactly what I wanted, what I dreamed about. Thank you, Master C. I feel so close to you. And I’m not afraid.”
“I feel close to you too, Cassandra. Come…”
I led her by the cord to the edge of the bed and helped her to lie face down upon her stomach. I tied the end of the cord to the bed frame, stretching her arms out above her head and binding them down firmly to the mattress.
“You’re all mine now, Cassandra,” I said stroking my hand over her lovely ass. “Your mine.”
“I’m yours, Master C.”
At first, I felt very awkward to spank her, since I’d never done it before. I tapped her a few times in rapid succession on her soft cheeks. After the first few slaps, Cassandra turned her head to me.
“Thank you. That felt nice, but…”
“You don’t need to hold back, Mr. Anderson. You can slap me as hard as you wish there. There’s so much cushion I can hardly feel it. I know you don’t want to hurt me and I love that about you, but you don’t have to hold back. It doesn’t hurt me at all.”
“Are you sure, Cassandra?”
“Yes. I’m sure. And I like it. The harder the better.”
Cassandra repositioned her body by sitting up on her knees and arching her back; displaying her lovely ass prominently to me.
“Slap me as hard as you wish, Master C.”
I listened to the soft seductive voice in the dark as she raised the gentle curve of her hips toward my palm, offering herself to be slapped. I breathed in to slow my beating heart. I wanted to slap her ass harder too, perhaps more than Cassandra could even imagine.
“Go ahead, My Lord. Let go. Spank me. As hard as you want. Don’t be shy.”
As hard as I want. I slowly stroked my hand down the skin of her back, resting it on the underside of her ass and cupping her soft flesh with my palm. With one arm I grasped Cassandra around the waist, holding her steady and pulled my other arm away from her body. I stretched out my hand, shut my eyes and spanked my submissive on her ass firmly and repeatedly in the dark. I kept spanking her until her body went limp in my arms. I was afraid the neighbors could hear the loud slapping noises and moans through the thin walls. It wasn’t my intention to hurt her and I only slapped her on her bottom, but once I committed to dominating her, I couldn’t hold back.
God, how I loved spanking her! I enjoyed seeing her writhing and helpless beneath me, pulling back the flexed fingers of my open palm and snapping it back down upon her pink flesh again and again and again. It took my breath away to see how much pleasure it gave her to have her fantasies fulfilled and I discovered how much I liked giving her a sharp and prolonged spanking. I knew now I’d never be able to be intimate again without wanting to seize this most vulnerable and private part of a woman’s body and make it mine. My property.
When I nearly ran out of breath after several minutes of spanking Cassandra, I gently rested my red shaking hand upon her backside. I instantly felt moisture there which had soaked through the string of the panties wedged between her cheeks. My fingers slid further in and touched the wet lips of her vagina. The outer folds had curled completely open for me and felt slick against my fingertips. I immediately opened my robe, slipped her panties down her legs and entered her from behind, pumping my hard shaft deeply in and out of her womb. I knew now that I had to have Cassandra as my submissive on the contract, even if it would only last for the blink of an eye. I had to be her Dom and knew the next few days with her would be the highlight of my life. My penis was wet and throbbing and the skin around my pelvis felt warm and sweaty as it slapped over and over against the skin of her hips.
“May I come now, My Lord?”
“You may, slave girl.”