Free One Dom at a Time by Holly Roberts Page A

anything it takes to keep you here. I love
you.”
    My world stopped and then crashed.
I sank to my knees in front of him. My trembling lips found
his.
    “Is that a yes?”
    “Yes.”
    “My mother is upstairs and she wants to meet
you.”
    “What?”
    “I picked up my mom so she could
talk some sense into you.”
    “You brought your mother here?”
    “Well if waiting in my apartment is here then yes I
did.”
    “You’re insane.”
    “Yes I am so come on.”
    He jumped down and placed his arms up to help me to
the ground.
    “I’m not going to see your mother dressed like
this.”
    He laughed. “I told her I might be
bringing you bound, gagged, and over my shoulder. She was in this
lifestyle and probably still is but I don’t want to picture it
please. You will love her and she will love you. She always wanted
a daughter.”
    I couldn’t believe what I was
hearing. I couldn’t meet his mother like this. Strong arms cradled
me and he began striding to his office. Clapping broke out around
us and I buried my head in his chest. “Please don’t do
this.”
    “She was my safety net if you said no and I told her
I would bring you back within thirty minutes. I don’t lie to my
mother. She wants to tell you what an incredible little boy I was
and what a great husband and father I will make.”
    My face stayed buried.

Chapter
Thirteen
     
    His mother was everything he said she would be but
more. She made me feel like she already cared for me and it was
obvious she loved her son. She was nothing like the devil’s mother
should be but I was wrapped around her finger within minutes of
meeting her.
    She had darker skin than her son
and brown hair but wore a loose flowing gauzy dress just like the
ones I preferred. She was plump, her eyes showed laugh lines, and
she had the same dimples.
    “Take her to bed and celebrate
life. I’m tired and need my beauty sleep. We can go shopping
tomorrow Lydia and enjoy some private female time. I have so many
stories to tell you about my rascal.” Her voice was slightly
accented.
    His mother was perfect.
    He took me to his bedroom. I almost expected the
dungeon.
    “What do you want?” His intense
eyes looked into mine.
    “I want you.”
    “Are you up for a little vanilla
or do you want to tie me to the bed this time? I’m all
yours.”
    “You really don’t want me tying you up do you?”
    “No, but I trust you and if it turns you on I’ll do
it.”
    “It’s not what turns me on but
maybe we’ll give it a try sometime.”
    “What turns you on?”
    “Having you for my Dom in the
bedroom. You whipping me and punishing me. I guarantee there will
be lots of punishments. I want your cock buried deep in my pussy
and soon I want it buried in my ass if it pleases you
Master.”
    He actually growled from deep in his throat and
kissed me. It was carnal and everything a good submissive could ask
for.
    The sex wasn’t quite vanilla but
it held a promise. We had a lifetime to explore each other’s body.
It was pure love.
    Much later, I lay curled in his arms his hand on my
breast just holding it in his palm. “You owe me a secret. You never
paid up on your lost bet and fell asleep before I could claim my
reward.”
    I took a moment to gather my thoughts. He didn’t
rush me.
    “I’m sure you know my father was a
jockey. He was short and thin. I think it would have been better if
my mom was alive but I grew up with little people surrounding me
and I felt huge. I was plump and my father said that’s what
attracted him to my mother. Even the rich horse owner’s daughters
were thin and gorgeous. I was the fat girl until I finally decided
to stop eating. It was after my father died and eventually I found
myself in the hospital. By then I was both anorexic and
bulimic.”
    I took several slow deep breaths
before continuing. “I found a balance and use exercise to keep my
demons at bay. I’m borderline now and I would give anything to eat
chocolate cake until my blood went on