Tymber Dalton - Domme By Default

"What do you want me to do?" he asked. "I'll do it."

I shifted position, sitting in his lap, his strong arms around me, my head on his shoulder. "Sometimes, I need to just be .

I need you strong and taking care of me, not just serving me.

I don't know how to explain the difference."

He nuzzled the back of my neck, making me shiver.

"Okay."

"Not all the time. Sometimes I need to recharge. Tony said it was called 'Dom drop' or something. I don't mean you need to play my Dom, but sometimes I just need you to be my husband. Sometimes I need you to be more than that." I took a deep breath. "I promise I'll do a better job teaching you things so you understand what I want."

"I love you so much." He hugged me tightly and I didn't want to cry, but I did. I sobbed against him, loving this man and knowing I had to find a way to get a handle on this for him. As hard as this was for me, I craved the look of unadulterated joy in his eyes when we played. I enjoyed seeing him looking years younger than he had.

I relished the comments from my friends that he seemed like a changed man, a younger man.

I enjoyed how sexy he made me feel, and that he was practically like a horny teenager with me, when most of my friends were complaining they could barely get their husbands to look at them in bed anymore.

We both were changed.

I could—would—do this. I had to.

I finally quit bawling and we ate. He held my chair for me and served me dinner, smiling when I complemented him on his cooking. He wouldn't let me help him with the dishes. I had to admit there was something incredibly sexy about watching a naked man's ass while he washed dishes.

A thought hit me. "You didn't wear your collar to work today, did you?"

He turned from the sink and nodded. "Yes."

I felt horrible. "Why did you do that?"

"Because you told me I wasn't allowed to take it off except in an emergency. That wasn't an emergency."

"But that had to be uncomfortable."

He shrugged, then the faintest of smiles curled his lips. "I loosened it one notch so it rode lower under my collar. And I wore a necktie. No one could tell."

I watched as his cock slowly inflated.

Fuck. That was...

Hot.

"You liked having your collar on at work?"

He nodded, still stiffening. "I liked knowing I was still obeying you." He arched an eyebrow at me. "Of course, Mistress could punish me for loosening my collar and not wearing it properly."

His cock stood at full attention at the thought.

Oh boy.

"Did you have it locked?"

He nodded. "I only had the lock off long enough to loosen it one notch. Then I put it right back on. As soon as I got in the car before I came home I put it back the way it belonged."

I imagined him doing that, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his collar, looking in the rear view mirror to see what he was doing. My mouth went dry.

"So what did you do with your day collar?"

He looked at me like I was nuts. "I wore it."

"Why?"

"Because you told me I'm always to wear it when I'm not at home."

"But you had your collar on."

He nodded. "Yes?"

Now I was wet.

What the hell was wrong with me? Or was there anything wrong with me? Maybe I was meant to do this with him.

When he finished the dishes he walked over to me and took my hands. "If you can't do this, I understand. I have fun doing this with you. I spend half my day imagining what I'm going to do for you when I get home, and I don't just mean sex, either. I like knowing that as soon as I walk through the door my world begins and ends with you."

His stiff erection poked against my hip.

"But the sex is hotter."

He nodded, smiling. "Fuck, yes. I spend most of my day at work hard as a rock. I haven't felt like this in years."

I wanted honesty, I got it.

I knew we couldn't go back. Frankly, I really didn't want to. Maybe I could find a balance I could comfortably live with.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and ground my hips against him. "I want you to take me to bed and make love to me. If you're a good boy, I'll reward you."

He shivered with anticipation. "Really?"

I kissed the base of his throat. "Yes. Make love to me right now, and I'll let you spend the rest of the evening with one of your toys in your ass—"

He scooped me into his arms, crushing his lips against mine, practically running with me to our bedroom.

Something inside me broke free in a good way. I could live like this.

Maybe I hadn't been trying hard enough. Maybe I hadn't spent enough time looking for my path, had spent too much time focused on his, trying to do it the way I thought he wanted it done.

An hour later, he'd made me come twice and left me a melted puddle of flesh in the middle of our bed. I crooked my finger at him. "Fuck me, baby."

I didn't have to ask twice. As his eyes squeezed shut I wrapped my legs around his waist. Then I stretched just a little, running my finger down the crack of his ass and settling it over his rim.

He gasped, his strokes harder. I teased him, not fucking him with my finger, just pressing firmly enough against the puckered ring of muscle to give him a tantalizing hint of what I knew he wanted.

I tangled the fingers of my other hand in his hair and pulled his head down to my shoulder. I growled in his ear,

"You come really hard for me, and scream when you come, and I'll make sure your sweet ass is full all evening, baby."

He screamed.

As tired as I was, I felt determined to keep my promise.

Five minutes later he was on his hands and knees on our bed, his sweet ass in the air, his cock already half-stiff again.

I couldn't deny it was hot.

I stood next to the bed and lubed the butt plug, carefully slid it home.

His sigh of pleasure stirred something deep inside me in a good way.

I patted his ass. "There you go. You can keep that in until bedtime."

He rolled over and grabbed my hand, kissed it. "Thank you, Mistress." His cock had fully inflated again, rigid, throbbing. I had a feeling we'd have a second round at bedtime. I couldn't in good conscience leave him hanging like that. He'd been so good.

He was a good sub.

I pulled him to his feet and grabbed his cock. "You've got free time until we go to bed. If I catch you playing with yourself, you won't get any relief for two days."

His cock throbbed in my hand, even stiffer than before.

"Yes, Mistress," he eagerly replied.

My heart pounded. How could I enjoy this? What the fuck was wrong with me? Or was anything wrong with me?

I'd do anything short of killing to see that playful, eager light in his eyes all the time. I craved it. "Very good, that pleases me." I patted his ass again. "Go on, check your email or whatever."

He kissed me and walked to his study. I imagined he'd sit there, squirming in his chair, enjoying the full feeling in his ass.

I needed to check my email, let Tony know I'd made it home all right.

He was on IM as it turned out.

You okay? he asked.

I'm good. We had a short talk. First of many.

Talk is good.

I apologized to him for leaving. Told him I'll do a better job teaching him.

You've learned well, grasshopper.

I laughed. Tony always cracked me up. Thank you.

For what?

For putting up with a crazy woman.

LOL you guys are sooo vanilla girl, you have no idea. I'm glad I could help. I'm always here if you need an ear.

Thanks.

I checked my email, read the news. An hour later I shut down my laptop and walked to his study.

His left hand firmly gripped the arm of his chair, as if he struggled to keep it there. His right lay on his desk, on his mouse.