Chapter 37
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***Chapter 1***
Clara
Most girls would baulk at the idea of meeting a complete stranger and giving yourself over to them for one night. I guess I’m not most girls. I’ve had this fantasy for as long as I can remember. One which takes my breath whenever the images flitter through my mind, playing on repeat like a song you can’t get out of your head. One I’ve wanted to bring to life so desperately that last month, I decided it was time. Now or never. At twenty five, I wasn’t getting any younger. So I did what no sane woman would do. I went searching and now I was standing outside his home, nerves prickling my skin and my pulse racing out of control. Not from fear, but excitement.
My profile was clear. I wanted a man capable of taking me to heights I’d never been before. To give me what I’d been craving so long. And when he messaged me, I was wary. Not only did his profile indicate he was drop dead gorgeous, but he didn’t seem like the type.
How wrong I was.
Dominic’s messages sent my heart into overdrive. He was straight to the point. Told me exactly what to expect if I agreed to be his for one night only. And for the past three weeks, all I’ve thought about was him. I’ve come so many times with a whisper of his name on my lips as I put my vibrator to good use.
It was never enough.
I needed more.
I needed Dominic.
And now I was going to have him.
Though perhaps it’s more of a case of him having me. After all, that’s what I signed up for. A man who would fulfil every aspect of this fantasy. Who’d use me in ways I’d never been used before.
I wanted a man who could take control of me because I’ve known for a long time my inner drive is to please. I’ve just been too scared to let go and give into my desires. My innate need. I want to serve. I want to be someone’s plaything. I want to do everything they tell me.
Perhaps that makes me dirty, slutty or a whore, but I don’t care. I was done pretending to be someone else. Done fighting with myself over what I truly want. I was done a month ago when I put my profile up on that kink site, just to test the waters. There were tons of messages from guys just looking for a quick fuck. Who wanted to do unspeakable things to me. None of those men turned my insides molten. Quite frankly, some of them were downright creepy and I was about to give up when he messaged me.
Dominic.
With his handsome features in profile, he exuded power and danger from just that photo. At first I’d been sceptical. I was jaded from all the other men who seemed to think they could cajole me into doing things I wasn’t comfortable with.
Dominic was different. He told me my fantasy interested him. He asked me so many questions, I thought he was just another dud. Dominic was documenting my answers, learning what made me tick, what I wanted, what I needed and my hard limits. Then he sent me a lengthy message describing the exact scene he wished to play out with me. My mouth had dropped open when I read it over. Twice. Just to make sure I wasn’t seeing things.
Dominic had paid attention to everything I said and described the perfect scenario. Of course, I was wondering if it was too good to be true. It was only when we exchanged numbers and he called me, I knew he was the real deal. His deep voice was intoxicating and my need only worsened.
Tonight would be the culmination of the past three weeks longing. The years of wishing and hoping I would get the courage to go after what I desperately wanted. My fantasy was about to become reality.
And I could not wait.
Dominic didn’t tell me much about what he did. Only that he had a high flying job and this was how he relaxed after a long week. He never had the same woman more than once. I’d asked him why. He said he liked the anonymity. Normally he didn’t exchange real names, ages or personal details. I was different. The first woman he’d tailored an entire twenty four hours for.
All of his previous encounters were for his pleasure. Tonight, it’d be for mine. Something new for both of us.
Standing outside his front door with the wind tickling my skin, a small thrill ran up my spine. This was it. I was about to meet the man who’d consumed my thoughts for the past few weeks.
I’d meticulously followed his instructions.
What I should eat before I arrived to keep my strength up?
What I was to wear.
What time I should arrive?
How I would address him.
What position I should adopt after he let me in?
One night of pleasure within the limits I’d set out. There were things I had no interest in. It was the psychological aspects that turned me on the most. A little pain was okay, but nothing that would leave bruises or long-lasting marks. I could live with having red cheeks for a night.
I raised my hand, pressing down on the doorbell at exactly eight o’clock. For the next twenty-four hours, I would be Dominic’s. Then it would be over. I couldn’t help the sinking feeling I got when I thought about that part.
The door swung back, revealing a tall barefooted man in a pair of dark jeans and a black t-shirt. He was standing within the darkened recesses of the hall so I couldn’t quite make out his full features but I knew it was him.
Dominic.