Stranded Domme by Tamsin Baker
Blurb:
Natalie
is a professional Domme, in total control of her emotions and her life. When
her car breaks down outside of a small town, she is rescued by a quiet
gentleman with all the strength of a good submissive. They have a wonderful
night where Natalie breaks her own rules, yet doesn’t regret allowing Mick into
her bed. When Natalie returns to her real life she feels the lack of her
country gentleman and invites him to her club. She offers him a play collar and
shows him off to her friends. All is in order for Natalie, but Mick is feeling
less than enthusiastic about being kept on the outside of Natalie’s heart. They
need to find a balance quickly, or their budding relationship will soon be
over.
Excerpt:
Natalie awoke to two very weird and rather pleasant
sensations. The first was the mere fact that she awoke naturally and not to an
alarm. It had been years since that had happened. The second was the warmth and
weight of a male body behind her. It had been almost a decade since that event
had occurred.
Memories of the night before came flooding back to her
and the soreness between her legs became more pronounced. Mick.
What on Earth had tempted her to let him fuck her? She
rarely had sex with anyone, let alone an untrained, un-collared sub that she
had just met.
The urge to leave quickly was strong but so was the
feeling to stay. She lay still for a minute just listening to him breathing. It
was deep and even, comforting actually. His weight was nice too.
Too many men she had met were scrawny, too thin and all
lean muscle. She liked a bit of bulk. It made her feel small, safe and
protected.
Confused now, old memories came flooding back into her
mind. Days of crying over men who had hurt her, disappointed her. It was enough
to get her moving.
Natalie wiggled out from under the strong arm that held
her and shuffled to the bathroom.
She looked in the mirror and the Domme did not stare
back. A ruffled, well fucked and sated young woman looked back at her. Who
the fuck was that?
“Damn...”
She groaned as she sat on the toilet. It had been so long
since she felt out of control.
“What a mess.”
Natalie pondered over what she would do. She really
wanted to see Mick again, but how was that going to be possible? He lived too
far away, and he wasn’t in the Lifestyle. How would he handle watching her with
some of the other bottoms?
A strange smile spread across her face at the thought. He
wouldn’t like it at all. She giggled to herself as she imagined a stand off in
her club.
No, she had to stop thinking that way. Nothing could
develop between them. Last night had just been a moment of weakness. A
wonderful, fulfilling, unnerving moment, but still just a moment.
She took a deep breath and snuck back into the room for
her clothes. She didn’t really know why she was being quiet, Mick had to take
her back into town. She would have to deal with him eventually.
She froze on entering her bedroom. Mick sat up in bed,
the sheet covering his lap. His eyes scanned her nakedness and he smiled.
“Good morning, Natalie.”
Inside her head, the Domme was warring with her girly
self again. How did he manage to bring out that side in her? The one that
wanted to jump onto the bed, laugh and curl up into his lap for morning kisses.
There was a reason she didn’t do that anymore and that was because she was
happier when she was always in control.
She tried to be casually confident as she opened her
overnight case and pulled out fresh bra and panties. She was never embarrassed
by her body, but she blushed as she felt his heated gaze on her.
“Would you like a shower?”
She jumped, his voice surprising her. Mick hadn’t come
inside her, a concession she greatly appreciated but she was still sweaty from
their exertions. A shower would be very much appreciated.
“I would actually. Thank you, Mick.”
Mick smiled as he slipped from the bed and walked towards
her. He was still naked and his cock was hard. Her mouth hung open, shocked at
how natural and in control he looked. How did he manage to look so calm when
she felt like a bundle of insecure nerves?
What did you do the morning after? All of her scenes were
orchestrated and always ended with her subs going home afterwards. She was at a
loss at what to do with a lover.
Mick kissed her softly on the lips and walked to the door.
“I’ll make us some breakfast and you have a shower. See
you soon.”
Natalie stood staring after Mick’s retreating form. He
had a lovely ass, and she could see the red striations from her flogger. She
blushed again.
The cool and calm gentleman she had met yesterday
afternoon was back and in control of the situation. She couldn’t believe how
unbalanced she felt, how out of control. And it would not do.
The reason she had trained to become a Domme in the first
place was to establish control and order in her life and emotions. It would not
do to lose all of that now.
She showered and pulled on her work clothes. They were
black, fitted and very professional. She had to take special care with her feet
and apply many band aids to her heels before she dared to put on her black work
shoes. Her feet wouldn’t let her forget this hiatus any time soon.
When she entered the kitchen she was ready for action,
only to be totally derailed by the scene in front of her.
Mick had set the table for them both, orange juice poured,
bacon and eggs cooking. Tears stung her eyes at the casual intimacy he was so
good at. Where had he been when she had desperately wanted this sort of
relationship?
She collapsed into her chair, deflated and awestruck. She
had stumbled upon one of the last true gentlemen.
“How do you like your eggs? Sunny side up?” Mick called
over his still bare shoulder.
Clearing her throat, she coughed. “Sunny side up would be
great.”
Mick whistled as he cooked and Natalie looked around the
kitchen. It was clean and orderly but lacked a feminine touch.
“Have you been married, Mick?” Natalie asked before her
brain could kick into gear.
She hissed in frustration and wanted to bite off her
tongue. Why was she asking intimate questions?
Mick looked over his shoulder at her for a minute then
turned back to his cooking.
“I was, for twenty years. But we divorced a few years
ago.”
He continued whistling and Natalie found herself more
intrigued, not less. That was the problem with questions. Once asked, they
opened the door to more.
“And you have kids?” She couldn’t help it, she had to
ask.
Mick laughed. “Yep, the bane of my bank balance.”
Natalie smiled, despite what he actually said the tone in
Mick’s voice was beautiful. Loving devotion.
Buy Links
No comments:
Post a Comment