Two Doms for Christmas (7 page)

Chapter Seven

Once the meal was finished, he had
gone down for her clothing. Austin had come up with a full laundry basket full
of whites. He fed the dogs and let them out, playing with them for a short
while out in the snow so they could get a bit of exercise. He had explained
that they loved to run really fast and vigorously, but that they were
relatively short on stamina. As she watched him out the kitchen window, she
washed the dishes and crockpot. Austin had told her to leave them, but she was
bored and it was good scenery.

When he came in with the two snowy
dogs, he leered at her. “I said to leave those.”

“I know, but I was standing here
watching you anyway. They are really cute.”

“I agree. I love them dearly.”
Austin walked into the living room and she joined him, watching as he opened
the glass door to the fireplace and stirred the small amount of flames down
into the base of the hearth. He scooped ash up around and over the coals and
then shut the door. The two dogs had rearranged the cushion on the floor and were
now lying on top of it. He threw a blanket over them, giving them both a hearty
pet before smiling. “I guess any time you are ready. I’m sure your pups would
like to play in the snow for a bit before the sun goes completely down. I
really dislike the short days of winter.”

Another thing they had in common.
She headed back for her crockpot and he grabbed the load of clothing. Together
they walked out the door and back to the truck.

Haley was kicking herself for her
earlier comment and wondered exactly how he planned to make it up to her. It
might turn out to be quite a feat for him. The moment had passed and the coals
in her pussy were burning out, just as they were in his fireplace.

* * * *

Austin opened the door and let her
in. The day had cleared considerably and they were leaving just in time to miss
full rush hour. They could easily get back to her house before the traffic got
bad and hopefully the roads were clearer than they had been. He had forwarded
any business calls to Med, and he was competent to handle them for the day.

The more he got to know Haley, the
more he wanted Med to meet her. She was assertive in some ways and docile in
others. If he pushed her, she backed off. The woman was certainly submissive
and that could prove to be a very good point. As he backed out of the driveway,
he had a sudden urge to know more about her sexual preferences. “Now that we
are in a neutral situation, can I ask how you enjoyed the kiss?”

She frowned, just as he had
expected. His timing for the question was horrible, but this time he had done
it on purpose. She wasn’t in a situation to occupy herself, as she had done
adding the final touches to the meal. She couldn’t walk away, unless she wanted
to get out with mountains of snow on her side of the truck.

“I enjoyed it. It was slightly
demanding, but very nice.”

That was a good answer and had
breached the subject perfectly. He wanted to ease into it with her. “Did you
enjoy me holding you hair or was it too rough?”

She looked at him and shrugged, her
eyes turning away. “I guess I didn’t mind.”

“Do you ever fantasize about being
tied up or having a man tell you what he wants done in detail?”

This time she didn’t look at him.
He could see her analyzing the question, and then she shifted her hips as if
slightly uncomfortable. “I suppose. Why are you asking?”

“Because I would love nothing
better than to give you the experience. How adventurous are you, Haley Joy?” It
was blunt and to the point, but could be taken in many ways. It also had many
replies, but a limited amount that would thrill him.

“I suppose that depends on your
idea of adventure.”

“I was specifically asking about
sexually. Is it strictly missionary style with no room for expansion? Have you
tried other positions, or maybe games?”

“I have tried other positions. Back
when we first got married, Jack and I played games. That changed over the
years, but…”

“So what was your favorite game?”

“He liked it when I dressed up as a
doll or maybe a French maid. He bought me quite a few costumes. Each costume
had its own game to go with it.”

Now she was being vague. Had she
not enjoyed it, or was she too shy to discuss it? “That sounds extremely
interesting. What was your favorite one?”

In his peripheral vision, he could
see her face darkening with color. The woman was blushing. No shit. He stopped
for the light and spun to face her. “Oh, you have to tell me. I know just from
your reaction that this is going to be good. What did you dress up as and what
did he do?”

She scrunched her lips into a very
childish expression of embarrassment and looked away from him.

“Oh, come on. You mentioned it,” he
said.

“Yeah, because you asked. I didn’t
realize I was going to have to go into detail.”

Throwing his head back
dramatically, he groaned and then faced the light. He wanted to see if his
drama and then silence would prompt her to speak. Was he going to have to pry
it out of her? He wanted to know, needed to know what she had found so
intimating.

Was it simply the act, the dressing
up, or had more gone on? Maybe it was just talking about it. Some women were
bolder in bed than they were speaking about it afterwards. He had to get her to
tell him. If he had to push her a bit to reply, he would. But it would be so
much better if she simply answered him.

The light turned and he went
through it. They would be back at her house in a few minutes and then she would
be distracted with the dogs and getting them dinner. He wanted her to talk in
an atmosphere where she couldn’t avoid him. “Please…” He drew the word out to
make it sound as if he was begging. He would never beg.

She took a deep breath as if
bracing herself to speak. “He dressed me up like a doll, or more aptly a
puppet. I put heavy pink circles of blush on my cheeks and wore this frilly
skirt with crotchless panties and a little button down shirt. He made this
stupid X thing out of wood and hung it on the ceiling by a heavy metal clip and
then tied my ankles and wrists to it before stringing another line directly
through the clip and tying it around my waist. He could tug on the ropes to
make my arms move how he wanted. He could also control my up and down movement
with the one around my waist. Then he lay on the bed and made me fuck him while
he controlled my movements with the ropes.”

“Why do you look so forlorn while
you are describing it? Didn’t you enjoy it?”

“In a way I did, but I ended up
with rope burn and it was really painful. Somehow that stayed in my mind more
than the actual sex.”

That made sense. Pain could inflict
many reactions from extreme orgasm to sobbing escapism. To leave angry, burned
marks behind was a stupid mistake that could leave lasting damage on the mind.
“That’s an amateur mistake that shouldn’t happen. The right rope has to be tied
correctly to restrain, but also protect the body part from injury. We prefer
cloth or leather.” He let the sentence hang as he pulled onto her street. The
road was surprisingly well paved with plenty of sand to give good traction.

Haley was staring at him and he
figured he had given her just enough to make her curious without revealing too
much. He wanted to have sex with her first before they took the conversation
any further.

Tonight might not be the night or
maybe it would. In that one thing, he would allow her to make the final call.
He didn’t want to spook her or seem pushy. He really liked her and that was the
most important thing to consider. His cock could be controlled. His propensity
to lose interest after the first few dates could not. He wasn’t losing interest
in Haley. He wanted more than ever to be with her. She was proving herself to
be extremely interesting and knowing she had played those kinds of games with
her husband only made him more curious.

* * * *

Haley headed toward the house,
walking on the lawn rather then stomp the snow into the sidewalk. Austin was
right behind her with the laundry in his hands. Opening the door, she headed
inside. He set the basket just inside the door, stopping the dogs with
curiosity as they stood nosing and sniffing his dirty clothing. “I’m going to
do the walk and then I’ll be in.”

That was a relief. She really
needed a bit away from him to get her head back in order. With a smile, she
shut the door, making sure it was unlocked so he could get in. She pried the
laundry away from Ginger and Sammie, and then received her normal jovial
‘Mommy, you’re home’ dance. She petted them and kissed their heads before
walking into the kitchen. Opening the back door, she instantly cringed. She had
forgotten to turn the alarm off and outside the siren was blaring.

With a panicked squeal, she ran
back toward the front door and hit the buttons. The alarm stopped and then the
phone rang. Hurrying back through the house, she snatched it from her purse.
“Hello?” she said breathily, knowing it was her alarm company.

“Miss Joy? We have just had an
alarm from your location. Is everything okay?”

“Yes, fine. I had my hands full and
got distracted and completely forgot about turning the alarm off. I’m so
sorry.”

“What is your code?”

“Sugar and spice and everything
nice.” It was her code to let them know it was her and that she was not being
held at gunpoint or any such thing.

“Thank you. Have a nice day.”

“I will. Same to you.” Haley
grimaced. She would have a nice day, but if she forgot to turn it off again,
she would also be writing out an extra check. They didn’t take kindly to false
alarms. She returned to the door and shrugged to the dogs. “Mommy is a dingbat.
It’s okay now. The noise is all gone. Loud, wasn’t it?” she asked with a smile
to confirm that the terrifying sound was not something they should worry about.

Tugging the door open, she watched
as they raced out into the snow. Austin had shoveled quite a path for them and
it hadn’t filled in enough for her to do it again. With a smile, she went back
inside to take off her coat and boots. Haley put the crockpot away and picked
up a few things around the kitchen.

She was just getting the dogs back
in when Austin came through the front door. “Damn, it’s getting colder out
there.” He shivered, tugging off his boots and putting them by the door so he
wouldn’t track the snow through the house. “I have a feeling it’s going to be
bitter tonight.”

“I fear you may be right. It’s
going to make the roads icy.”

“Probably. I already called Med and
asked him if he would stay with the dogs tonight. I hope you don’t mind.”

Mind what? That he was now planning
on staying the night? “Where does Med live?”

“He has a small apartment off a
friend’s house a few blocks from me. On more than one occasion he has slept at
my house in the spare room. The dogs love him and I certainly don’t mind. We
were even talking about redoing part of the basement as an apartment for him.
Of course, that would mean taking the dogs running area or doing away with the
game room.”

“You have a game room?”

“Of sorts. That’s what we call it.”

“You and Med? May I ask what kind
of games you have down there?” Somehow their conversation on the way back to
her house was leading her to wonder if a foosball table wasn’t what he was
referring to.

His smile was impish, the tip of
his tongue casually trapped between his teeth to rest upon his bottom lip. “I
guess you could call them personal preference, adventure games.”

He had asked her how adventurous
she was, so that lent even more credibility to her theory. Was it a dungeon
with racks on the walls and chains hanging from the ceiling? Was her
imagination running away with her? More importantly, did she have the nerve to
ask him? “That leaves a lot to interpretation. You have a lot of secrets in
your life, don’t you?”

The question obviously caught him
off guard, as his brow creased. “Why do you say that?”

“The non-specific conversation
earlier about Med, followed by your reluctance to tell me about the game room.”

“Feed the dogs and then if you want
answers, I will give them to you. I don’t want you to feel I’m hiding things
from you. It was more hesitation than denial. Tell me where the washer is and I
will throw the clothing in.”

“Go down the stairs and take a
sharp half-circle left. The washer is against the adjacent wall. Everything is
already down there.”

He walked over, giving her a gentle
kiss. “I don’t want secrets between us.”

Austin turned and headed down to
the cellar to start the clothes. Haley pulled the bowl of food from the fridge
and put some into a pan to warm it up. She rarely cooked for herself, but for
the most part, the dogs had homemade food. She did keep high-grade canned food
in the house for them, but it was only for times when she ran out and didn’t
have time to make more. It was very rare that it happened.

Once she had taken the chill from
the chicken, veggies and brown rice, she dished it into their bowls.

Ginger and Sammie were sitting on
the rug in front of the sink, waiting patiently as always. Ginger had a
tendency to be a bit food aggressive, so Haley separated them with her foot,
moving Sammie closer to the fridge before putting the bowls down.

They were just finishing eating
when Austin came back up the stairs. Haley put the bowls in the sink. She
really wanted an explanation. Of course, she had some idea of kinky subject
matter because of her books, but she rarely delved into the heavier parts of
erotica. Her books were mostly science fiction or romantic pieces with women in
frilly, sultry dresses and men that rode horses or motorcycles. The real BDSM
type erotica was left for other authors with better information on the subject
matter.