Page 23 of Her Dom's Secret Past

Chapter Eight

John

The next week went too fast for me. Somehow, we drifted into spending all our time together. Some nights Anabelle would sleep in my villa, and other nights it would be in hers. We both had a change of clothes in each other’s villa. Anabelle was fast wrapping herself around my heart and I hoped when this week ended we would still be together.

The only downside was the fact I still couldn’t make love to her. We’d done everything short of intercourse and it was wonderful, but I would have loved to be able to go the whole way with her. I wanted to sink my cock deep into that delicious cunt. I was fast discovering that she enjoyed pain. I made sure I didn’t go too far, but her response was perfect. I kept imagining flogging her or whipping those tits with a crop. I wanted to see her ass bright red from my hand striking her cheeks.

I hadn’t tied her up or used my hand on her gorgeous behind. Somehow, I wanted to save that for when we had full sex—if we ever did. I prayed she’d want to continue this relationship and that it wasn’t only a holiday fling, even though she’d assured me it wasn’t. Because for me, this was no fling, this was serious.

The more time I spent with her, the more I wanted her. In such a short space of time, she’d become wedged in my heart, my mind. Not only was she extremely exciting in bed, she was also one of the kindest and most caring person I’d ever met. On top of that, she was interesting. She laughed a lot and being with her made me feel like a better person. My only fear was if I told her exactly what my previous occupation was, she would refuse to see me anymore. Rather than tell her, I kept quiet. Each day it was in the back of my mind, and each day I pushed it aside. I didn’t want to take the risk of losing her, but at the same time I knew I wasn’t being honest to her.

Instead, I reveled in being with her. We roamed along the beach hand-in-hand. One day we drove, or rather, Anabelle drove, down to a local town. We wandered into some of the tourist shops and found hidden treasures. Anabelle introduced me to Macadamia nuts coated in either honey or chocolate. Whenever she saw me beginning to limp badly, she made me sit down. We ate ice cream and talked about our favorite foods before heading back to the villas.

Slowly, our time together shortened until there were only a few days left. Today was Thursday, and Saturday I was leaving. I had this fear, this hunch of dread that I’d never see her again. We hadn’t talked much about the future—I hadn’t wanted to in case she said she didn’t want me in it. I wanted to stay in my fantasy of having her in my life forever.

I had decided on Friday night I’d take her to dinner in the restaurant in the complex. Then when we came back, I’d tell her the truth about me and I hoped she’d stay. If it went well, I would tell her how much she’d come to mean to me and that I wanted our relationship to continue.

The truth was often hard to tell, but if I wanted a relationship with Anabelle then I knew there could be no secrets between us. Now that I’d made up my mind, I was more at ease. We spent the night in my villa, and after breakfast, we’d wandered the beach for an hour. Then we’d grabbed a few apples from Anabelle’s place and gone back outside to perform what was now a daily habit—feedingRolly. He’d come to expect us to give him something and the wombat was often outside, waiting on the patio of Anabelle’s villa before us. I loved that fat guy. He was so forward. One day we were late collecting the apples and he wandered through the door. He checked around inside and it seemed as if he was going to settle in the family room for the day until we finally managed to coax him outside.

After we’d fed him his daily apple treats and because it was almost midday, Anabelle said it was her turn to make lunch. It had gotten cold outside so we’d turned on the air conditioner and shut the front glass wall. At the moment, she had her head stuck in the fridge and that delightful ass of hers was stuck in the air.

Shit, forget the food, I wanted her.

I walked around the kitchen counter and put my hands on her hips, pulling her gently back. After shutting the fridge door, I walked her to the bench. She had a pair of shorts on, and a t-shirt. I sat down on a stool and made her stand in front of me.

“Take them off.”

She grinned. “Everything?”

“Oh yes, but you will take each one off as I tell you.”

She winked at me.

“Now take the shirt off.”

She pulled the t-shirt over her head. She had on this wispy lace bra that was transparent, and already her nipples had poked out.

“Now the shorts.”

She wriggled out of the shorts and I could see her eyes dilate in excitement.

“The bra.”

Anabelle put her hands behind her to unfasten her bra. It made those full tits thrust forward and my cock reacted. Ah, they were definitely delicious. The bra went the way of the shorts and shirt. Now she was breathing heavily. I’d always loved watching a sub undress, the way each order increased their arousal, and Anabelle was proving to me how much it worked.

“Panties.”

She shimmied the panties down her legs to finally stand naked.

“Mm, very nice.”

I let my gaze roam all over her body, exciting me more. She was perfect in every way. I loved all her soft curves, or as she called them, “her wiggly bits”. I drank her in and crooked my finger, beckoning her closer. With only a little help from me, I made her climb onto the kitchen bench then set my stool between her legs. Today, I intended to make her wait. I was going to take her to the edge and back as many times as I could.

Placing my hands on each thigh, I moved each leg apart and pulled her until she was right on the edge of the bench, at the perfect height for me. Running a finger up and down, I discovered she wasn’t a little moist, she was extremely wet. I let her rich juices coat my finger and licked it.

“If you’re a good girl, I may let you come.”

Her beautiful green eyes widened in shock. “What?”

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