CHAPTER 1
Chloe didn`t care what they said, the ubiquitous disapproving they. She had needed this
from the time she was a little girl riding hard on her rocking horse, getting away from
the bad guys who wanted to tie her up. Now, almost forty years later, she was going for
it. After spending time in anonymous chat rooms, after turning down ridiculous dominants
replying to her personal ad, she had found her man--she hoped.
Of course, she got lost. Between being in a strange city and nervous as hell, she got her
directions turned around. Would he wait? Would he be mad? Would she be on time for the
movie they were supposed to see? She took a deep breath and held the steering wheel firmly
when she turned into the parking lot at the theater end of the mall.
Was she as pale as she felt? She watched the tall, almost heavyset figure coming towards
her mini-van in the mirror attached to her door. It was him: gray beard, blue eyes, a good
looking man.
"Chloe?" His voice was steady, firm. He rested his hand on the window frame
after she rolled the glass all the way down. His fingers were long, fingernails clean, the
hand looked strong. "Hello."
"Hi, I told you I`d get lost." Oh God, she thought to herself, could I sound
any stupider?
They never went to the movie. They had coffee at a cafe and then sat in his car and
talked for almost three hours. It was better than any first date she had ever had. He knew
just the right questions to ask and didn`t hold back when she asked hers. They had
remarkably similar backgrounds, both growing up in military families and traveling most of
their early lives.
Right from the start the sex was there. He kept slipping it into the conversation
catching her unawares, she found herself answering intimate questions before she realized
what he had asked. And then, when she blushed, he winked. She did hesitate to tell him
about her one lesbian affair she had while in college. His hand came to her shoulder, he
stroked the skin under her ear with a fingertip. "Chloe, tell me." His eyes took
in her little shiver and she did exactly as she was told. That`s when she knew it was
going to work.
He made her hit herself on the inside of her arm with a crop, her pussy got wet. Her eyes
kept going back to the red marks while he told her how he had come to the realization that
he wanted to dominate women sexually. He wasn`t into 247 he didn`t want the
responsibilities, or the hassle. "...it`s centered on the erotic for me." He
tipped her head up so their eyes met. "I love to feel my hips coming up hard on a
hot, well striped ass." She couldn`t help shivering as he drank in her startled
reaction to his blatant words with those eyes that had somehow become dark pools. She felt
herself falling into them as he continued. "I love to make women come while they
hurt, I love to send them flying and then hold them in my arms when they come back to
earth."
Then it was time to go. Jack said, "Come here." His hand slid from her shoulder
to her neck, into her short fine hair. He angled her head and their lips came together.
Her mouth opened to his gently probing tongue. He closed his teeth on her lower lip,
stopping just short of hurting. Her insides started to melt when he deepened the kiss,
flicking the insides of her mouth, cupping her breast, gently rolling her nipple between
his thumb and finger. "Oh baby, you`re sweet." The words were accompanied by
light sucking kisses under her ear. "That`s a girl, I like those noises." Heat
flared in her face when she realized she had been making high pitched little oohs and ahhs
while he kissed her and gently played with her nipples bringing them to hot, hard peaks of
pleasure. She didn`t realize he had stopped until he said, "Have a good ride home
Chloe, drive safe."
She watched his brake lights come on when he drove from the parking lot. Her nipples were
throbbing, her pussy was swollen, aching to be filled. She knew then she had to see him
again.
* * * *
Jack O`Connell accelerated onto the interstate, heading north, home. His cock throbbed,
he could feel the pre-cum dripping on his thigh. This could really work, he told himself,
she was hotter than hell, very submissive and maybe even on the pain slut side--if the
things she had told him were true. He wasn`t sure if she realized exactly how sexually
submissive she was or how much she was going to come to crave a judicious mix of pain and
pleasure under his hands. Hands that were itching to feel her ass under them while he
brought pale white cheeks up to the color he admired so much, hot pink. She was a curious
mix of needs, a heavy sex drive, like most submissives. But even though she wanted him to
do all kinds of nasty things to her she had a shy, innocent quality.
He was convinced he had struck gold, little Chloe was going to be hot fun, no two ways
about it.
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