Page 64 of Her Dom's Secret Past

“Then lace it is.”

“So what happens now?”

“We play.”

She gave a delightful grin. I needed to explain to her how things would work. I understood there was a chance she may change her mind, but somehow I knew she was submissive. Maybe that was what had sung to me that very first day I saw her.

“From now on, when we enter this room, you must immediately stand, eyes focused down on the floor, and wait until I give you an order. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” She cocked her head. “What can I call you? I… It doesn’t seem right calling you John in here.”

“You can call me Sir or Master or Lord or Your Majesty. Whatever you like, but once you’ve decided, you must always use it.”

“Okay. Sir, I’ll call you Sir.”

“Then in that case, my beautiful sub, you are now my property.”

She gave me a quick kiss.

“That’s the last time I let you do something you want in here. From now on, I direct everything.”

I drew a huge breath. I’d missed having a sub obeying my every whim and now I had my beautiful Anabelle before me. She turned her head to watch me walk around her.

“Stand still! In the future, you will acknowledge my commands by saying ‘yes, Sir,’ and only speak when you are spoken to.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Remove your shirt.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She removed it and gradually, one piece at a time, I had her remove her clothing. By the time I had her naked in front of me I could see how aroused she already was. Her nipples had pebbled and I took a deep breath, amazed I could smell the sweetness from between her legs. My cock hardened against my pants like an iron shaft.

“When I point to the ground like this”—I made a pointing gesture with my index finger—“you will immediately kneel.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I stood admiring the view in front of me. Finally, something I’d been dreaming about since I first saw her happened—at last she was naked and on her knees before me.