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He shook his head. “It’s different for everyone.”
Alastair led her to his bed. He sat down beside her, his arms going around her body and hers around his. Their mouths joined in a kiss and when his tongue brushed hers, she felt the pleasure jolt through her. That this man could doubt his ability to please her was baffling. Dora didn’t have to be sexually experienced to recognize chemistry when she felt it; she was absolutely certain that the feel of this man’s hot breath on her skin could bring her to climax. Even when they weren’t together, the thought of him, the thought of his voice had her soaking her panties.
He blazed a trail of kisses down the column of her throat. Dora threw her head back and sighed with pleasure as Alastair’s hot mouth closed around a nipple. He drew sharply on it as his fingers pinched its twin, the stimulation sending a current to the aching spot between her legs. She arched against him, thrilled at his dominance.
Alastair was taking control, sliding down her body and holding her hips in a vicelike grip as he buried his face between her legs. The suddenness sent her arousal into overdrive; any modesty she may have felt was short-circuited, pushed aside by the rapidly escalating pleasure. Alastair lathed the slick folds of her pussy with the flat of his tongue. He sucked on her clit, gently at first then with more force as he slid one then two fingers inside, curling them forward toward her lower belly. It was like a dual explosion of ecstasy that shook Dora from the inside out. She rocked on his fingers, against his mouth, trying to follow the source of pleasure she couldn’t pinpoint. She’d never imagined anything could feel this intense, this wickedly, deliciously glorious.
He left her gasping and drew up beside her, so he was staring down into her face. “My Little girl is one passionate little minx,” he said. “I do believe I’ve hit the lottery.”
“Then why am I the one who feels like a winner?” she asked.
She wanted to pleasure him. She told him so. Alastair lay back on the bed. Dora kissed him, tasting her passion on his tongue. She pressed her lips to his chest, kissing her way down the line of dark hair that appeared just below his navel like a trail meant to be followed. Alastair’s cock was hard and erect. She kissed the tip and felt him fist her hair. She licked him gently, then with more pressure.
He praised her between moans, telling her how hot she made him, how good she made him feel. She thought of what he’d done to her, how fantastic it felt. She put her mouth around him, suckling gently. He thrust against her, his body shuddering violently.
She’d pleased her man, had been pleased by him. She felt sensual, sexual, beautiful. Alastair lowered her inhibitions and masterfully so. He held her hands above her head, restraining her, his fingers thrusting into her body. He turned her over on her belly, made her get on her hands and knees. She blushed scarlet as he explored her bottom hole, telling her it was beautiful, that all of her was beautiful.
Later, in the dark when she said she had no idea such pleasure was possible, he laughed and said this was just the beginning. There were tools and toys that could give her everything from the subtle ripples of pleasure to storms of such exquisite carnality she’d feel as if she were caught in the vortex of a force five hurricane. It would be his life’s ambition to introduce her to all of them. His handsome face lit up as he talked. Pleasing her pleased him.
“Daddy’s going to take care of his babygirl in every way,” he said.
They made love again; this time Alastair had her straddle him, his cock pressing against her clit as they moved together, came together.
Alastair opened another bottle of wine. They shared it in the hot tub on his back porch as they stared up at a sky unpolluted by city lights.
Dora did not go home. She called to let Kit know, but there was no answer and she felt less guilty knowing that Kit was probably having so much fun with Mavis she wouldn’t care anyway.
“I feel complete,” Alastair said. “I had been afraid to hope I’d have everything I ever wanted—my true self, a good job, the perfect, sexy woman to be not just my partner but my Little.”
“I never thought I’d feel Little.” She looked at Alastair’s handsome face, the elegant sharpness of his features. “I felt like my body was sabotaging me. When I was young, I tried to starve myself. I tried all the fad diets. I don’t know. The weight doesn’t come off of me like it does other women. You’ve made me see myself as worthy. I don’t take up too much space. I take up what I’ve been given. And I can be whoever I want to be. And what I want to be more than anything is your Little girl.”
“I love you,” he said. “And don’t tell me it’s too early to say it.”
“I wouldn’t dare,” she said. “You can say it to me as often as you like.”
“Then I’ll say it to you every day starting when we wake up.”
They went to sleep then, with Dora thinking how wonderful it was to have that to look forward to.
Chapter 12
They were inseparable all weekend. Alastair made good on his promise to tell his Little how much Daddy loved her. It was the first thing he said when she blinked open her green eyes.
He also made good on the promise he’d made to himself to spoil her. Before she woke up, he went to an online specialty shop and ordered lingerie in Dora’s size—beautiful frilly, girly things to make her feel like the beautiful, feminine creature she was. On another site he ordered toys, although he would not need them today.
Dora did not know about the special area at Rawhide Ranch called the dungeon, but Alastair did. He’d visited on several occasions, each time reliving memories of his former life as a professional Domme. It had been lucrative part-time work that had helped fund his transition.
He’d practiced with multiple people as Mistress Alexa, the name he’d adopted prior to his transition. Now, as a Daddy Dom, he would only play with one woman. Last night had left him no doubt of Dora’s capacity for passion. He could only imagine how she’d blossom in such a setting.
He loved her innocence. Dora’s sexuality was a blank slate waiting to be filled. Alastair didn’t fancy himself a Svengali, but they had talked, and she was excited at the idea of him training her. She made him feel masculine, protective, and needed.
Alastair drove Dora back to her apartment so she could change. It was early afternoon and Kit had returned with Mavis in tow. There was a third woman as well; Alastair couldn’t remember her name but knew she attended college courses supplied by the Ranch.
The three women looked up from where they were sitting in the living room when Dora and Alastair walked in.
“Did you two have fun?” Kit asked. The other women stared. Mavis leaned over and whispered something to her. Alastair was tempted to tell them that whispering was rude. He could sense Dora’s tension and recalled the day Maribel had made a joke at Dora’s expense. It made him angry to think that was happening again, that anyone would judge her for spending the night with a man.
“We had a great time,” Alastair said sternly, staring back at Mavis’ friend until she looked away. Normally he wouldn’t answer on Dora’s behalf, but his protective urges took over.
