Her One and Only Dom (5 page)

“Please
just read it for me.”

Patrick’s
voice reached her and she snatched the contract up. It was pretty basic. They
were meant to wait for three dates before they engaged in play. Hard limits, soft
limits, basic common sense most of it.

“This
is what you’re upset about? Why?”

Patrick
looked up finally, his blue eyes troubled.

“I
should have shown you this last night. Hell, I should never have brought you
home. I’m breaking all my own rules left, right, and center.”

Simone
laughed and reached out for Patrick’s hands once again. She pushed her fingers
into his and he relaxed his hold to let her in.

“Patrick,
it’s the twenty-first century. We don’t have to wait three dates if we don’t
want to. And I’m not a Sub you picked up from a club. We’ve known each other
for more than two years. Please don’t feel that you disappointed me, you
haven’t. I’d much rather you just talk to me about all of this.”

She
waved her hand over the paper work and pushed away the need to burn the thing.

“I
hope you won’t need these anymore. Not if you’re happy with me.”

Patrick’s
eyes brightened a little but he ran a shaking hand through his hair which
disturbed her a little.

“I
suppose.”

She
sighed and fought the urge to roll her eyes. “Patrick, sir, whoever you are at
this point in time. Tell me what the real problem is.”

She
stared at him and waited, tapping her finger nails on the kitchen table.

Patrick
finally slid both of his hands over the table, palms down. “I’ve never done
this before. I don’t even know where to start.”

Simone
slumped in her chair, a lightness infiltrating her chest.

“Well
I’m a total novice too, but all I want is for you to trust me, talk to me. We
don’t need rules written down on a piece of paper. I believe you wouldn’t hurt
me and I promise to always let you know how I’m feeling. No bottling anything
up. No lies or cover ups.
Transparency always.”

Patrick
sat up straighter in his chair, a gorgeous smile lifting up both sides of his
full lips. He nodded.
“All right.
It may be time for
some new rules then.”

He
jumped up and began pulling things out of the fridge.

Simone
laughed,
what else could she do?

“I
thought we’d just decided not to get hung up on the rules!” She grinned up at
him and shook her head. He liked order and rules, it was obvious. She wasn’t so
keen on either, but hopefully they would balance each other out.

“What
are you in the mood for? Or we could go out for breakfast if you would prefer?”

Simone
shook her head and had a better look at Patrick’s kitchen. It was absolutely
amazing.
Modern
and
minimalistic.
Stylish.
All stainless steel and clean lines.

“Actually,
I have to go soon. I still have to get ready, wrap presents, all that stuff,
and it’s …” she glanced down at her mobile and gasped. “Ten thirty! How did
that happen?”

Patrick
raised an eyebrow and gave her a sexy smile. “Would you like a reminder?”

A
surprised
giggle burst
out of her. “No,
I
remember.”

She
scrambled in her bag for her phone and ordered a taxi via a quick SMS booking
system. They shouldn’t be too long.

Patrick
indicated to the food in front of him. “So, what can I get you?
Cereal?
Toast?
Yogurt?”

Simone
surveyed the different foods and stifled another giggle. “Shouldn’t I be doing that?
Serving you on my hands and knees like a good little Sub?”

Patrick’s
eyes dropped away and he turned to put the kettle on.

“You
aren’t my slave, Simone.”

Her
smile died on her face and she felt sick to her stomach with a suddenness that
was shocking. She’d insulted him. “I’m sorry, Patrick, I didn’t mean to be
disrespectful.”

He
turned back and poured himself a bowl of cereal.

“It’s
fine. We’ll work out our balance.”

Simone
reached across the bench and grabbed a strawberry yogurt. “This will be great,
could
I h
ave
a spoon
?”

Patrick
pulled
a spoon out of a drawer and
passed it to her. “I’m sorry. I’m not quite sure how to do this.”

Simone
cocked her head, and opened the yogurt. “Do what?”

Patrick
leaned forward and put both hands on the marble bench top. “I don’t know what
to say or how to treat you. My previous girlfriends didn’t know I
was
a Dom and I kept them away from
that
part of my
life. My Subs don’t stay over
and
aren’t a part
of my life
,
on a day to day basis, so I just don’t ...” He shrugged, seemingly at a loss
for words.

Simone
dug her spoon into the yogurt and sucked down some of the cold, tasty
dairy confection
while processing his words. Was he
saying that she was the first woman in his life to be able to cross both
boundaries? Wow, that was incredible! But she shouldn’t be getting ahead of
herself.

“Patrick,
I’m the one who’s lost. I have no idea what to do or how to please you. I want
you to stay with me but I know that a relationship is about compromise and
growth, so ...” She shrugged, imitating him unconsciously.

He
chuckled softly, and
then
grabbed a couple of mugs from
the cupboard
.

“Would you like a coffee?”

She shook her head and finished the
yogurt quickly, her empty belly happily gurgling. Her mobile buzzed, letting
her know that her taxi had already arrived.
Well,
that was a bit quick.

“No thanks, my taxi is waiting. But
I’ll see you tonight?”

Patrick nodded and began walking her
to the front door, when he stopped and grabbed her arm.

“You called a taxi? Why? I would
have dropped you home.”

Simone grimaced, how do you tell a
Dom you needed independence from him?

“Yeah I know, didn’t think. Sorry.”

Patrick nodded slowly and opened the
front door. “Pick you up around seven o’clock?”

Simone smiled her thanks and leaned
forward for a kiss. Patrick didn’t disappoint as he dragged her into his body
and kissed her until she couldn’t remember why she was leaving.

As he pulled away, she stumbled into
him and pressed her forehead against his chest. She was never going to get used
to his effect on her. Who needed drugs when kisses made you this spacey?

She tilted her head away and pushed
herself out the door.

“Have a great day.” She waved at him
and stumbled for the taxi, needing just a few hours peace to pull her scrambled
thoughts together.

****

Simone
rushed home, wrapped the present, had another shower and got changed. The
afternoon was a bit of a blur amongst presents, party food, and gossip. But
everyone commented on just how well she looked and she couldn’t stop the blush
that rose into her cheeks.

It
was too early to tell anyone about Patrick, though it was so tempting. Instead
she chatted about her new job, moving out of home, all those normal things. But
inside she was glowing. Never in her life, had she thought that Professor
Patrick
Smythe
would actually want her. Thoughts of
what he had done to her, and made her feel last night, still made her want to
break out into hysterical giggles. It really was too much.

****

Six
o’clock arrived and Simone looked at
herself
once more
in the mirror. Her long brown hair was
straightened,
her makeup had been done to accentuate her full lips and brown eyes. The dress
she had chosen was black, simple and classic, yet it accentuated her small
waist and larger breasts.

Her
doorbell rang and she stepped over her roommate’s pants left on the floor and
opened the door. Patrick stood outside wearing black pants and a blue shirt.
Simone’s knees went a little weak and she gripped the door frame. He was so
frikkin
hot, it was just unbelievable!

“Hey,
baby.”

Her
belly actually flipped as he stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms, his
lips coming down to steal her breath away.

A
passion haze stole through her body as she gave up all rational thought except
for her need to get closer to this man. She wrapped her arms around his neck
and parted her lips for his tongue.

Patrick
moaned low in his throat before separating their lips and looking down at her
with blazing eyes. “Should we go inside?”

Simone
shook her head, repulsed at the idea of Patrick seeing the state of her “home.”

“No,
my roommates are pigs and I’ve given up cleaning the common areas.”

Patrick
straightened up slowly and adjusted his pants. “Lucky the drive to the
restaurant is a good fifteen minutes then.”

She
laughed, exhilarated, as he tucked her into the car. Did she really have that
much of an effect on him? Awesome!

“Tell
me about your day. How was the baby shower?”

She
reached over and
lay
a hand on his knee. Patrick
turned his head, surprise evident in the raising of his eyebrows and the slight
twitch in his leg.

Simone
waited, not wanting to give up on him just yet. She was an affectionate person
and wanted to share that. If what Patrick had said was true, he was struggling
with their new relationship too. She waited one more moment, and then he
settled, his thigh muscles relaxing beneath her hand.

Rapt
at his acceptance of her touch she struggled to pull her mind back to the
question at hand. “It was just a bunch of women talking baby stuff and eating
really. Nothing
amazing,
how was your day?”

He
shrugged, “Just marking papers, nothing special.”

“Can
I ask you a question, Patrick?”

He
nodded as he started the car and they began their drive. His car still smelled
new and it was immaculately clean. He’d die if he saw the contents of her car.

“Did
you want me at all when I was at uni last year?”

He
gasped out a surprised laugh and she couldn’t stop the smile that rose. She
liked knocking him off balance.

“Where
did that come from?”

She
shrugged but refused to be derailed. “I was just wondering. I mean, you turned
me down at graduation, and then last night you kissed me straight away. Did you
change your mind? Or ...” She trailed off, wanting him to tell her, not just
have her guessing out loud.

Patrick
looked at her and smiled quickly before turning his head back to the road.

“Would
it be morally wrong to admit that I wanted you for most of last year and some
of the year before?”

Simone
shook her head at the same time as a bubble of happiness burst through her
belly and transferred into a semi squeal.

Patrick
looked back at her shocked and she calmed down. “Sorry, I’m just happy you felt
that way too.”

Patrick
smiled again and shrugged. “I couldn’t touch you, but you were so beautiful.
Modest and confident, so great with all your friends.
I
loved talking to you, but didn’t think you would ever be able to accept all the
parts of me.”

Simone
nodded, understanding completely. “I love all the parts of you.”

Patrick
looked over at her quickly, his eyes wide, his eyebrows high. She smiled shyly
at him, knowing that she had overstepped a mark, yet unwilling to pull back
from it.

He
cleared his throat and smiled tightly.

She
needed to make him understand

“I
know
it’s
early days Patrick, but I am so grateful to
Nicola for showing me who you are. I would have just kept thinking that you
simply didn’t want me.”

A
strange growl came out of Patrick’s mouth and his thigh hardened beneath her
hand. “Oh, I wanted you all right. When you’d parade around in that damn denim
miniskirt and lean over your desk in front of me ... I just wanted to tie you
up and fuck you senseless.”

A
surprised gurgle emerged from her throat and she laughed.
“Really?”
A flash of what Patrick was describing came to her mind and she blinked twice.
Amazing.
“I can’t believe it.”

Patrick
looked over at her and grinned as the car slowed down. “Believe it, baby. I’ve
wanted you for a long time.”

An
insane grin spread across Simone’s face and she wiggled in her seat while
Patrick parked the car, got out, and came around to her side of the door.