Weekend with the Dom (7 page)

“This rope is attached to the
harness. Can you feel me tugging on it?” There it was a faint tug near the
middle of her back. “I want you to lean forward. Trust me, you’re not going to
fall and I’m going to start pulling you up.”

Nola was thankful for the
blindfold, although it threw off her centre of balance. It felt a little like
when she’d been younger, going to the park with her parents and closing her
eyes, while they swung her on the swings. There was a part of her that wanted
to reach out and stop the slight swinging sensation. It probably wouldn’t have
made a good impression on Alex if she threw up.
 
Unfortunately with her arms behind her back there was no way she could
reach out.

“Breathe in through your nose and
out through your mouth.” The words were whispered in her ear and she nearly
jumped. “It’s okay, Nola. You’re handling it beautifully.”
 

A hand travelled over the naked curve of
her butt. She held herself rigid, not being able to take that final step to
relax. “Do you want me to help you to relax?”

“How, Sir?”

Her arms were pulled out behind
her and she realised quickly that Alex had attached them to another piece of
rope. The position wasn’t comfortable but the pull to her muscles took her mind
off feeling sick. It also helped to stop her moving. “Does that feel better?”

“A little, Sir,” Nola admitted. She
felt her body relax slightly but it wasn’t enough. “Thank you.”

****

She looked beautiful, like a
marionette puppet that’d had its strings cut and reattached in the wrong place.
After they were finished, she’d still be able to feel the ropes that had held
her in place for about an hour. Her hair fell in dark waves, the tips of it brushing
against the floor, leaving the back of her neck visible except for the necklace
that she wore. Her creamy white skin was red in places were the rope held her
in place. He stroked her arm, leg and then the curve of her back. Letting her
feel him kept her centred, making it less likely that she’d drown in panic and
fear from the new sensations he created in her.

“You’re perfect, Nola. Your
submission sings to me. Thank you for giving this gift to me.” He caught a
glimpse of a smile across her lips.

“Thank you, Sir. I wouldn’t want
to do this with anyone but you.”

Alex kissed the skin of her
slightly curved foot. “I want you to focus on what I’m doing to you.” He
brought her big toe into his mouth and sucked it, then smiled as Nola gasped.
“I’ve never had a foot fetish before but yours are so delicate, you could have
been a dancer.” He moved his attention to the next toe, flicking his tongue
against the tip, giving it the same level of attention he would have given that
sweet nub between her legs. He worked his way down the parade of toes and
started on the other foot. He could feel the tension release from her body.
“How do you feel, Beautiful?”

“Perfect.” The word left her as a
whisper but Alex heard it. “This feels absolutely perfect, Sir.”

Epilogue

It was hard to believe that it
had been six months since their relationship had started. Nola had started to
move her things in. In the end it had made sense. She spent the majority of the
time at his anyway and she’d transfer her bookcase and books to his larger
apartment. Lilith sat down opposite him. She’d crossed her legs, watching him,
and there was no mistaking the curiosity in her eyes. In the years that the
club had been open, he’d never taken a holiday but then before he’d met Nola,
he hadn’t taken a weekend off ever.

“Everything that you’ll need for
the next two weeks, schedules and stock suppliers are all on the computer.”

Lilith rolled her eyes. “Everything
is going to be fine. We’ve hired another Dominatrix to handle the main stage
shows. So I have no plans on gracing the stage with my presence. You know that
you can count on me.”

“Yeah, Nola told me that you
talked to her.”

She shrugged. “She needed a kick
up the butt and so did you. You might not have noticed but you weren’t happy,
not the way you are now. Are you going to tell me that it was the wrong thing
to do?”

Alex held up his hand, stopping
her. “I’m not planning on biting your head off for interfering. You’re right. Both
of us needed a push in the right direction.”

“Where are you guys going on
holiday? You’ve played your cards close to your chest with the destination.”
 

Alex smiled. He got to his feet,
picked up his jacket and pulled it on. There was a faint weight in his pocket
and he slipped his hand in, feeling the small velvet box under his hand.
“Paris.” He hadn’t told anyone yet about the engagement, but it hadn’t been the
easiest thing to keep secret. He’d wanted to scream, shout and jump for joy but
Nola wanted to keep it secret until after the holiday celebrating their
engagement. They hadn’t been together very long and Nola desired a moment’s
peace before the questions started. Ideally they both wanted a long engagement,
but that had been taken out of their hands. Alex refused to have a child out of
wedlock and his stubbornness on the subject had made Nola laugh. They both knew
that there was nothing about their relationship that was anything close to
being normal. Well, she’d managed to laugh through the violent bouts of morning
sickness. Thankfully, the more unpleasant side effects of her pregnancy had
stopped.

Now Alex wanted to spend the next
two weeks in the most beautiful city in the world, with the woman he loved,
planning their future together.

The End

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