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Why was living together proving such a problem for her? Max was telling the truth when he said that she’d had no problem with their relationship up until now so why was she balking at this now? When they’d each had their own places it had been fun to play the submissive under his full control. She’d go back to work and be the respected professional she’d trained to be, putting her expertise to good use and making a difference to people’s lives. Was it the fact that she didn’t want to hand control over to Max all day every day because she felt diminished? What happened if she could no longer do her job properly simply because she became dependent on having someone else think for her? Her head began to ache with the pressure she put herself under.
Max returned but she felt surly and was unresponsive to his question about her preferred choice of sandwich filling.
“As my Dom, why don’t you decide what I should eat?” she muttered sullenly.
“Fine,” he said, instantly unzipping his fly and stepping into her face. “Open up, girlie.”
She straightened, wide-eyed with shock.
“I mean it, Josie. Seems to me you need a reminder of who’s who in this relationship. Open. Your damn. Mouth.”
She shifted forward, lifting her gaze to his to see if he was joking. He cocked an eyebrow, his lips set in a tight line and a tick began in his jaw; it was obvious he was in deadly earnest. She hesitated a second before she parted her lips obediently; uncomfortably aware of the moisture that flooded the seam of her panties at his show of dominance. He surged forward into her mouth. She had to stretch her lips wide to accommodate his solid girth, suckling, enjoying the texture of velvet soft skin covering an iron hard erection. She felt his hands move through her hair as he gathered her mane up into a ponytail, which he wrapped around his fist, using that to guide her ministrations over his thickly swollen organ.
“That’s it, babe, show Daddy you’re his good little girl,” he purred, pumping in and out of her mouth. “See, Daddy knows best how to sweeten his naughty girl’s sharp tongue.”
She hummed around his shaft, unable to reply, aroused by his deliciously dirty words. He always knew what it took to light her fuse.
She opened her throat and breathed in through her nose just as he’d taught her in the year previous when they’d played weekly at Club Domino where Max had trained as a dominant. Not that they’d met there, no. She’d been a pure vanilla girl in distress; her car had developed a flat on a quiet road that, unbeknown to her, led down to Max’s BDSM club. Josie had been about to call her motoring club for assistance when Max had pulled up behind her in his black truck. His presence had scared her half to death. She’d been ready with her pepper spray when he’d tapped on her driver window. He’d looked amused as she sat with the doors locked; can in hand, nozzle pointed at him through the glass. Raising both hands he’d winked and backed away to sit in his car.
He didn’t drive off, he’d stayed put until the breakdown patrol arrived then he’d climbed out to speak with the mechanic. After her tire had been changed, Max had offered to follow her to see her safely home. He had been so courteous that she’d accepted.
She could not believe her luck; a gorgeous hunk of a man was showing an interest in her. He asked for her number but because of her previous experiences with men she’d prevaricated. She thought that with her limited experience there was no way she could keep a man like Max satisfied. Two men had called her frigid. Max had persisted breaking down her defenses, insisting on dating her. Josie was so attracted to him she just couldn’t bring herself to say no.
They’d been dating successfully for a couple of months before he’d invited her to join him at his club. Nervous and uncertain she’d agreed to go with him, realizing for the first time that he must have been on his way home from the club on the night he’d rescued her. She’d had no idea there was a BDSM club so near to where she lived. It reassured her that the club was discreet. Josie had been anxious about going to Domino with him, expecting bestiality, blood and pain, but what she’d found surprised her and thrilled her: pure, unadulterated erotica.
The pulse of the place spoke to something deep within, the raw sexuality that surrounded her switched something on that had been missing before and she was turned on by what she witnessed as nothing else previously had. At first they’d simply watched. She discovered the voyeur that lived inside as she’d relished watching the different public scenes played out in the dungeon. Then they began to play together themselves. Max started her out by strapping her to a spanking bench. After a couple of weeks of regular play, he asked her to take a course at the club as a submissive. She agreed and her training as a submissive begun.
From the very beginning of their relationship, Max had melted her heart and her panties. She took to the lifestyle like a proverbial fish to water.
Sucking his cock reminded her of the early days when she’d spent so much time on her knees to him, learning to kneel first before learning to give head, opening her throat in order to please him, her Dom.
So what was it that made her so anxious about living together? It had felt like a dream come true when Max had first suggested it. She’d been so excited then, so what was wrong with her now?
Max gave a deliciously deep guttural grunt of satisfaction. He always made the same sound just before he came. She was instantly alerted to his imminent ejaculation and prepared to receive the gift of his seed. His shaft twitched and swelled on her tongue as his culmination filled her throat and, reflexively, she swallowed. Her concerns receded as her libido rocked off the scale. The simple act of submission engulfed her, she was devoured by lust.
“Bad girls don’t deserve to come,” Max reminded her, his voice rumbling above her.
He stroked her hair. She whimpered a plea.
“No. Have you decided what you want in your sandwich?”
She kept her head lowered and risked rolling her eyes.
“Josie?”
“Yeah, okay, peanut butter and chocolate spread.”
“Please.”
“Please, Daddy, Sir.”
“See, that that wasn’t so difficult, was it?” He kissed the top of her head. Tucking himself away he turned and, whistling, wandered into the kitchen.
There was a rap at the door. She heard Max’s voice as he answered. Another male replied and she guessed the man had followed Max into the kitchen, she could hear them talking. Cocking her head, she listened to their conversation.
“So, how’s the patient?”Ah, Doctor Doom.
“Im-patient.”Max. She heard them chuckling.All mates together.She rolled her eyes.
