The Dominant by Tara Sue Me Page A

rock. I sat up slowly and adjusted
     my pants.
    “I think it’s time for you to go to your room,” I whispered.
    “What about you? Shouldn’t we . . .”
    “I’m fine.”
    “But it’s my place to serve you.”
    She wanted to please me. How did she not know that she had pleased me all evening long? That I wanted this moment to be about
     her? I wanted to show her our arrangement was more than her doing things for me—it was me taking care of her. She’d given
     me the responsibility of knowing what she needed, and tonight she needed unreciprocated pleasure.
    “No,” I said. “It’s your place to do as I say, and I say it’s time for you to go to your room.”
    She didn’t argue again, but slid off the bed and made her way out, closing the door behind her as she went. I groaned. Apollo
     was still out in the hall.
    I stripped off my tux and made my way to my bathroom, where I turned the water on as hot as I could stand. I stood for several
     long minutes just letting the water wash over me, replaying in my mind the sight of Abigail climaxing. I turned my face to
     the showerhead and remembered how it had felt the night before when she came with me deep inside her.
    I took myself with both hands and closed my eyes.
    She was bound in the playroom, bent over the padded table. We had been playing for hours and were both panting for release
.
    “
Are you ready, Abigail?” I asked, brushing her backside with my cock
.
    “
If it pleases you,” she said, voice strained with need
.
    I moved away from her so she would feel the cold air rush between us. “It pleases me for you to tell me what you want
.”
    “
I want
. . .”
    “
Tell me
.”
    She pushed her butt toward me. “I want your cock
.”
    I chuckled and leaned over her, pressing my chest to her back. “Of course you do. Tell me where you want it
.”
    Still silence
.
    I slapped her thigh. “Tell me or I’ll send you to your room with nothing
.”
    “
In my ass,” she whispered
.
    “
Louder.” I slapped her thigh harder. “I didn’t hear you
.”
    “
Please, Master.” She spoke louder this time. “Please, fuck my ass
.”
    “
As you wish,” I said, taking the lube and spreading it over my fingers. I lightly traced her opening before sliding first
     one and then two fingers deep inside her. She pushed back, wanting more. Wanting me
.
    “
Patience.” I stretched her gently. “You have to have patience
.”
    When she was ready, I slowly slid the slick head of my cock into her, pushing against the resistance and entering her fully.
     She moaned
.
    “
Do you like my cock up your ass?” I withdrew and entered her again. “You’re so fucking tight this way.” I pulled out. “You
     feel so fucking good
.”
    She pushed back against me, bringing me deeper into her, and threw her head back
.
    “
Just like that, Abigail,” I said, moving faster. “So deep. Feels so good
.”
    She panted in pleasure
.
    “
Fuck.” I thrust harder. “I’m coming. I’m going to fill up that pretty ass
.”
    I released into my hand with a grunt.
    After I dried off, I crept into the hallway, where Apollo was still sitting quietly. Abigail’s door was closed. I walked down
     the stairs and to the library, Apollo by my side.
    The library was one of my favorite rooms. It had been my parents’ favorite place in the house and I’d left it untouched since
     their deaths. Something told me Abigail would like the library as well and I decided to show it to her next weekend.
    But right then I needed to play the piano. I sat down at the bench and let my fingers run up and down the keys, playing scales.
     Once I’d finished, I closed my eyes and imagined Abigail as she looked earlier—soft and yielding in my arms as we danced.
     Back arched and head thrown back as I pleasured her. I imagined her and let my hands play out the melody that swirled around
     in my head.
    Abigail’s song.
    Abby’s song.

Chapter Nine
    Before I headed down to the gym the next morning, I