The Dom with the Dark Eyes Read Free

specifications. He hoped the next occupants would enjoy it
as much as he had.
    “Hold
on a sec.” Rad set her down on her feet while he opened the door and then
picked her up again. As he entered the house with his precious burden he remembered
something. He’d dragged her away before supper was served. “Are you hungry? We
didn’t wait for food.”
      “Only for you,” she said and he heard the
sincerity in her voice.
      “Good, then can I say let’s adjourn to my
playroom?”
      Cheery twisted in his arms to look up at him.
“You have one here?”
      He nodded. “I prefer to play in privacy.” He
didn’t see the point of mentioning it was going to be dismantled the week
after.
    Why
did she look downcast for a moment? Or did she? It was such a brief expression,
Rad wasn’t sure. Before he had a chance to ask her, Cherry spoke again.
      “Then by all means, yes please.”
      It was the words he hoped to hear.
      “As my sub?”
      She grinned. “For now.”
    He
kissed her nose—the easiest part of her to touch with his lips.
    “That’s
good enough and I like the sound of, for now.”
    “So
do I, Sir. So do I. I’m not into commitment.”
    Now
why did that not satisfy him? Surely, neither was he?
    “One
perfect night?”
    “Sounds,
well,” she laughed softly. “Perfect.”
    Rad
took the stairs to his playroom two at a time, carried her inside and once more
deposited her on her feet. He wondered what she’d think of the room with its many
items of equipment and the one long floor to ceiling window that led onto a
large balcony. To those not in the know it would seem that if you stood in
front of the glass you’d be on view to the world. Unless he chose to tell them
it was one way. Rad had no intentions of scaring his neighbors.
      “Take off that cloak, Cherry and let me see
you.” It was his Dom’s attitude. He saw the moment it registered and she
slipped into her subbie mind set.
    It
was so bloody satisfying to watch her dip her head, untie the ribbons at her throat
and let the cloak fall, to pool in a shimmering silk pile at her feet.
    “Look
at me, sweet Cherry.”
    She
lifted her head and looked at him from behind her mask. Rad understood that was
the one thing she’d keep on. Fair enough, so would he. This was a single night
of hot as hell madness. As his dad would have said, no names, no pack drill.
    “Do
we play first and fuck later or the other way round?”
    ****
    Linsey
bit her lip, and Sir with the dark eyes frowned.
    “What
did I say about marks?”
      Oh lord she’d forgotten that, which was
surprising as it was something in her Domme persona she insisted on.
    “Sorry,
Sir. And Sir, it’s up to you, which we do first.”
      He nodded. “How are your feet?”
    “Eh?
Oh, fine without shoes. I tend to go barefoot most of the time.”
    Sir
grinned. “Oh good. Then I suggest you remove your stockings, and teddy give
them to me, and then open the door to the balcony.”
    He
leaned on the wall and obviously waited to see what she’d do.
    Later
he thought she might wonder how he got her into her sub mindset so easily. But
for now she seemed to accept it without second thoughts. Very slowly she
unrolled her stockings and passed them to Sir. Then she slid the shoulder straps
lower, let them and her teddy slip down her body, to join the cloak on the
floor.
    Her
smile was one of a houri as she picked the teddy up and handed it to him.
    “Thank
you, Cherry.”
    “Sir.”
    ****
      Linsey walked toward the door set beside the long
large window and swallowed. It was good to see outside, but conversely that
meant everything anyone did inside was a free show for the great outdoors. Was
she up for that? Was it much different to playing in Dommissimma?
    Well,
yes, but…
    If Sir thinks it’s okay so do I.
    She
opened the door and waited.
    “Go
outside and lean on the balcony looking out. You’ll see two grab handles. Hold
them.”
    The
way he spoke, the fact she couldn’t see