Free A Dom's Dilemma by Kathryn R. Blake Page A

what I’ve already done. But don’t go thinkin’ I’ve gone soft on you, because I haven’t. I can be one mean son-of-a-bitch when I need to, so I expect you to obey me in everythin’ I ask of you.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Good. I’m glad you agree, because I’m gonna be purposefully stretchin’ your limits, so we’ll need to make sure both of us are clear on what the other expects, wants and needs. Your needs are what we’ll be addressin’ most, darlin’, along with my wants. That means we’ve some difficult work ahead if we’re gonna do this.”
    Kelly stared up into his dark, unsmiling visage. “Are you thinking you’d like to master me long-term then, Sir?”
    “Yeah, I would. Very much. What about you, Kelly? Do you want me as your sometimes Master/sometimes Dom, teacher, guide and lover?”
    The gamut of emotions she experienced brought a tear of relief trickling down Kelly’s cheek. “Yes, Sir. I would like that very much as well. All of it, Sir.”
    “I’m pleased to hear that, darlin’. However, the lovin’ part is gonna have to wait for another night. As much as I long to be inside you right now, Kelly girl, hearin’ your sexy moans as I give you pleasure, and teachin’ you what I like in return, I ain’t gonna do it, even if you think you’re ready. If you’re good, I may lay you down and give you one more itty bitty orgasm before we leave here, but that’s gonna be it.”
    Kelly already understood enough about the Dom currently holding her to realize arguing wouldn’t help. Besides, he was right. She was a little sore from all the probing and stretching he’d done to her private parts, but the achiness was sort of pleasant, except for her back hole, which still burned. Even so, a sub did not argue with her Dom unless she wished to be punished, and Kelly had no desire to take that route again tonight. So, she conceded and gave a slight nod to show she understood. The frown she received in return made her grimace.
    “That’s another thing, darlin’. Noddin’ your head is never an appropriate response for your Dom. In the future, if you slip and forget, I’ll give you a warnin’ first, then if I don’t get the response I require, you’ll get a swat.”
    “Yes, Sir,” she replied with a wince, knowing she had a problem with that.
    “Good. We’ll sit down and discuss rules and protocol later. But, for right now, I think I’d like to know your name.”
    Her name? Didn’t he already know it? “My name, Sir?”
    He arched an eyebrow at her, and she realized she’d broken another of his rules by making him repeat himself, but he let that slide, too, and said, “Yes, Kelly. Your full name.”
    “Kellian Sarah Franklin, Sir.”
    “Kellian, eh? An unusual name. Don’t think I’ve ever heard that one before.”
    “What is your full name, Sir?”
    “Mine is James Andrew Evans.”
    “That is a very strong sounding name, Sir.”
    “It is, is it? Well, Kellian….” She winced, and he stopped to regard her for a moment. “You don’t like people callin’ you by your real first name, do you, Kelly?”
    “No, Sir.”
    “And why’s that?”
    “The nuns at the orphanage would always call me by it before they punished me.”
    “Okay, you revealed two interestin’ facts in that sentence. One, you’re an orphan. Did you know your parents at all?”
    “Briefly, Sir. They died when I was six, during a break-in gone bad.”
    “Were you at home?”
    “Yes, Sir. My mother hid me in a closet. I don’t remember much about it, but a policeman found me the next day. I think I may have passed out, Sir.”
    “You’re what, twenty-eight now?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “So, the crime occurred twenty-two years ago. Were you livin’ here then?”
    “No, Sir. From what I was told, we lived in Connecticut, but in another part of the state. I’m not sure where, exactly.”
    “All right. You said the nuns punished you?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “How?”
    “Mostly with rulers, Sir.”
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