The Dom Prize (The Dominants (2 page)

Most of it entailed the basics of the arrangement and different websites on BDSM for me to “review”. I had almost cancelled when I read some of the articles. I glanced once more at the most important paragraph.

In such case that the Submissive feels uncomfortable, she will be provided with separate accommodations for the duration of the allotted time. She will also be provided with a paid return ticket if she so chooses to depart
.

Well at least the return ticket part made me feel a little less apprehensive. Flying across the county to meet a stranger in Colorado? That made me apprehensive. Another package would be waiting for me when I arrived. This would be the negotiation on Terms and Conditions. Joy.

I jumped when the male flight attendant offered me a drink. He smiled patiently, awaiting my response. Nodding vigorously in the affirmative, I practically begged. He was back with my anxiety beverage within minutes.

“Very well, Ms. Solaris. We will be landing shortly.”

I took a very unladylike gulp of the screwdriver before speaking. “How long is shortly?”

He looked at his watch. “Landing is at precisely four. Mr. Stone will have a car waiting.”

I thanked him and asked for another cocktail. Mr. Stone. I repeated the name in my head. The only thing, beside his wealth, I knew about him. My lack of knowledge changed in the next five minutes. The attendant returned with my drink and an envelope.

I anxiously await your arrival…JP Stone

Holy damn. I had a first name, well initials, but still. It was better than a lonely last name. I yanked out my
iPad
and powered it on, typing in his name as quickly as my fingers could go. Problem: There were a million hits. Without a first full name there was no way I could narrow it down. Three screwdrivers later, I was feeling pretty relaxed and in control. Yeah, right. I was about to fall head first into a submissive role to a man I had never laid eyes on. Hmmmm…laid, funny choice of words I had sometimes. What if he was old and fat? There was always the return ticket. I held on to that sucker for dear life.

* * *

We landed at exactly four. I was ushered off the plane and into a limo that seemed to stretch over the state line. It was beginning to snow lightly and I wondered if we were going to be getting a few inches tonight. Hopefully, I would be getting some. I slapped my horny bitch down. Yeah, it had been a little while for me but I needed to focus on if this was really something I was prepared to go through with. I couldn’t say I wouldn’t be willing to experiment with my partners on occasion, because I did. It’s the unknown in this scenario that had my teeth doing the grind with each other.

Looking out the window, I observed the beautiful, tall Christmas-like trees littering the diamond white mountainside. This place was breathtaking. It would be easy to fall in love here. I shook myself back to reality. I was here to claim a prize I had won at a kinky party. I was to play the role of a submissive to an equally kinky Dom. Who was I kidding? Love? That was for the birds. But my gaze crept back to the window and I couldn’t help longing for it.

Moments later, we arrived at a palatial ski resort nestled within a range of snow covered mountains. It was postcard dreamy. My boots hit the icy ground and I craned my neck back to get a load of the place. The driver moved around the limo, grabbing my luggage. I had packed enough to cover a year. A girl had to have choices.

I was escorted to the front desk and gave my name. The young desk clerk kept glancing at me as he processed my reservation. “I’m sorry but I have to ask. Has anyone ever mentioned you have a strong resemblance to Kim Kardashian?”

Here we go, I thought. “Actually, they have.”

He beamed at me and took his time getting things wrapped up. Young ones were so much fun. Just because I could, I winked when he handed me my key card and a manila envelope. He blushed and sputtered his rehearsed “Have a great stay” line. Pushing my long, dark Kardashian-like tresses behind my shoulders, I walked off, giving him one last gift consisting of excessive hip action.

Man this place was incredible. The lobby was rich with dark leather and bright colored oriental rugs. A huge fireplace dominated—there I went with the word choice again—the far wall. A few people sat around reading or sipping their espressos. This was definitely the life. The bellman had to put some elbow grease into pulling my cart into the elevator. It was packed and then some. He pressed the top floor and I about fainted. The top floor usually consisted of the most “expensive” rooms. Looking at my key card closely I scowled. Yep. Top floor it was.

“There are two suites with connecting doors. It is quite nice.”

I smiled. Geez, connecting rooms. I was going to lose half of my spending money on his tip. The doors opened and I about fell over. The view from the larger windows was stellar. It looked as if an artist had brushed the mountains and dusted them with a sprinkle of trees. The greenery struggled to live even under the glittery snow. I moved because the bellman was patiently waiting by my door. I rushed over and opened for him. The surprises continued. The room was spectacular. Movie perfect. Digging out my phone, I snapped a few shots. The girls were not going to believe this. Karli was going to fucking die!

After my luggage was unloaded, I went to compensate my bellman and found that his tip had already been taken care of. He smiled reassuringly and closed the door quietly behind him. I dug through my purse and my fingers found the envelope from Mr. Stone. Okay, I was here. Now what? My doorbell rang and I wondered if it was
him
. Shit. I smoothed my hair back and answered. A tall man with a large bag stood on the other side.

“Ms. Solaris, this delivery is for you, if you would please sign?”

He handed me an electronic signature pad and I signed. What else could I do? I hung the bag from a closet door and unzipped. Holy crap! The red dress was stunning. Anxious now, I dug out the envelope and opened it.

I have arranged to have dinner tomorrow night at 7:00 p.m. Wear the dress. We will discuss the Terms and Conditions attached. Rest tonight. You will need your strength for tomorrow. Until then…JP Stone
.

My hand fell to my side. 
Until then
? What the holy hell was that supposed to mean? What happened to
I anxiously await your arrival
? I was pissed.

Slamming the note down on the table, I stomped into the bathroom. My anger abated some when I got a load of the huge Jacuzzi waiting for me in the corner.

After a nice long bath, I ordered room service and phoned Karli. Then I proceeded to stay up until an ungodly hour watching cable. Rest be damned.

DAY 2

I was freaking exhausted! Piercing light streamed through and hit me square in the eyes. Because I had fallen asleep in the middle of
Pretty Woman
, the huge curtains hadn’t been shut so now I had to get my ass up and close them. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. Well that explained it. It was already noon.

Gee…seven hours to go until I met Mr. Wonderful. The only thing that could get me moving was the thought of shopping the day away. I jumped out of the bed and took a quick shower. After a yummy breakfast, I slipped on my Uggs and made a beeline for the door. Four hours later that poor bellman was pushing a cart full of bags up to my room. I was in my element. Bags and bags of clothes, shoes, jewelry, scarves…what was I thinking? How was I going to get all this back to New York? My luggage was already overstuffed. Oh well. I would figure something out. Grinning like the Cheshire Cat from
Alice in Wonderland
, I pulled out the black cocktail dress I had purchased. If Mr. Stone wanted to play, I was game.

* * *

I was pacing when the doorbell rang at precisely seven. Taking a quick glance in the mirror, I smoothed my pin straight hair and adjusted my strapless dress. Another note had been waiting for me after the shopping spree. Apparently, we were dining in the resort and I was to meet him at the bar. The same man stood waiting patiently when I opened.

“Mr. Stone asked that I escort you. Shall we?”

I nodded and took his arm. By the time we reached the lobby my heart was pounding a hole in my chest. He motioned toward the bar. There were three men in the corner he indicated. I looked back at him and he smiled. How would I know? I observed them all. Two of them sat while one stood to the side. He was tall and very well formed. Then he turned and my jaw fell loose. I looked back at my escort for reassurance. He only smiled and pushed me forward. “He is waiting.”

I walked, or did I float, over to him? My chest swelled and I thought I was getting a bit lightheaded. The slight scowl on his face brought me back to the situation and away from his stunning good looks. His hazel eyes narrowed, studying my dress. Then he took a sip of his drink and smiled.

“Gia, it’s my pleasure to finally meet you. Drink?” He moved and there were two chairs behind him.

I sat, making a show of crossing my legs. When he glanced down I felt a zap of excitement run through me. God he was fine. Light brown hair, cut short with a stylish faux hawk in the front. He was dark which made those eyes pop out of his handsome face. He wore a black dinner jacket with dress slacks. His shirt was unbuttoned, no tie. Damn that was sexy as hell. “I’ll have a screwdriver, please.” I pursed my lips innocently. His eyes told me he knew what I was up to. Once I had my drink in hand, I felt much better. The liquid helped me relax and I became more confident. Until he whispered in my ear.

“Lose the panties.”

My core clenched with need. Holy shit! That was not at all what I was expecting to hear. I uncrossed my legs and felt the evidence of my arousal. “Right now?”

He took another sip. “I want them in my hand. Go.”

Was he fucking serious? When he didn’t blink but stared at me intently, I knew he wasn’t joking. I stood, knowing this was my first test. With a little smile, I turned on my heel and found the bathroom a short distance away. Locking myself into the largest stall, I slipped my panties down my legs. He wasn’t going to have much to hold on to. I wadded them into my fist and walked back out. Leaning against the bar, he talked on his phone and I had the pleasure of studying how his jacket stretched across wide shoulders.

“That will be all. Thanks.” He ended the call and slipped his phone into his pocket.

Smirking, he reached out. “You have something for me.”

I raised an eyebrow and placed the black silk thong in his hand. That was our first touch. He ran his middle finger along my palm as he took the material. I stood mesmerized when he brought it up to his nose and inhaled deeply. For the first time, I was stunned speechless.

Eyes flashing with desire, his hand fisted his prize possessively before slipping it in his pocket.

“I think I’m ready to eat.” He smiled with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

He motioned toward the restaurant on the other side of the bar and I moved ahead of him. He had just taken an intimate piece of apparel from my body and held it to his nose! I was sure he got a good dose of how hot I was for him. My inner thighs rubbed me deliciously as I walked. I cursed. How the hell was I going to make it through dinner? My underwear was in his pocket.

I tensed when his fingers stroked the small of my back. So far, he had barely touched me. It made me burn for him. I wanted him naked, skin to skin. He was teasing the holy hell out of me. I was so out of my depth here.

They were expecting us and we were seated in a private booth. I groaned when my inner muscles pushed against my sex as I sat on the soft cushion. Would it be too obvious if I humped the chair? Taking the flute of cold water, I sipped when I really wanted to press it to my neck.

He opened the menu and studied it calmly as if I weren’t self-combusting over here.

“I will be ordering for you.” He peaked over at me form under his gorgeous long eyelashes. He was a teasing devil! Well two could play at this.

“Sure. I’ll eat just about anything.” I leaned down, knowing full well my breasts were pushing against the strapless dress.

His slow smile did wicked things to me and I could only imagine what he was thinking.

“I’m glad to hear that, Gia.” He ordered the lamb roast with vegetables. Good choice. I loved lamb. I think he had called ahead because our dinner came out in five minutes flat. Something told me the whole perusing the menu deal was meant to taunt me.

We ate in silence, making small talk a couple of times. It was infuriating. You would think a man would want to know you given the fact he was spending the next few days fucking your brains out. He wanted quiet? I could do quiet.

* * *

I was bursting with questions by the time dessert came. He ordered. What a surprise. The waiter set my peach cobbler down and I dug right in. It wasn’t like we were engrossed in meaningful conversation or anything.

“This is how I imagine you would taste, based on your scent.” He closed his eyes as he swallowed.

I almost choked, covering my mouth with a napkin. The man didn’t talk much but when he did… holy fuck. I glanced over and he was smiling. Bastard enjoyed provoking me.

“Did you read the documents?” He asked

Shit! I had totally forgotten about those. Focus Gia! That was kind of hard when the man went from tasting me to documents. Okay, how could I bullshit my way through this one? Here goes…

“I glanced over them.” I answered, folding my napkin needlessly.

He raised an eyebrow. “Glanced?

Now I felt ridiculously unprepared. “Yeah. Glanced as in read through?” I cringed when I saw the “bullshit” expression cross his handsome face.

“Well, I think you need to do a little more than glance. Those documents will dictate how this relationship will go down.”

Go down….hmmmmm.
Get your head out of the gutter, Gia
!!!

“Ok. Can we just discuss it?”