Page 73 of The Holy Grail

Being a Domme is hard work

On nights when Evan didn’t work, he, Jules, and Malcom got into the evening habit of watching TV after dinner, with Jules sometimes reading.

Despite the men’s best efforts, she hadn’t become as enamored with The Great British Bake Off as they were, because it was kind of stressful to watch—and even the host who looked like Professor Snape’s older brother wasn’t enough to completely reel her in.

Since the first time they asked her what she was reading, they started doing it regularly, so tonight, when they asked (during a commercial, naturally), she said she was reading a book about a Dom/sub relationship but wasn’t enjoying it as much as she thought she would.

“I’m not surprised. You didn’t like Fifty Shades of Grey , did you?” Evan asked.

“No, I didn’t,” answered Jules, who had decided to read it a few weeks ago. “But I got lured into reading this one because of the extremely hot man on the cover.” She made a face. “That’s how authors get you.”

Evan shook his head, as if to say, Jesus, look into getting some self-control.

“Well, you probably don’t enjoy that kind of a storyline, because of your fairly dominant personality, which probably makes it hard to immerse yourself in it,” he said.

“Or be able to connect with the submissive female character.”

Surprised at the deep dive he’d taken, Jules nodded. “You might be right. I hadn’t really thought of that, but I’m also not liking the power dynamic that goes along with the relationship. It seems very one-sided, at least in this book it does. ”

“It isn’t meant to be, though. The Dom/sub lifestyle isn’t about being controlling to have all the power.

It’s about being controlling in order to provide pleasure for the other person, and that’s a lot of responsibility for the Dom.

They have to know and understand the sub’s limits, know what they like and don’t like, and know how to make them feel intense pleasure.

However, the Dom can’t do this unless the sub has infinite trust in him, and allows the Dom to do it, so the sub is actually the one who has the power, which can be taken away with a safe word. ”

Malcom tilted his head. “You seem to know a lot about it.”

“I’ve never been a Dom if that’s what you’re wondering. I’ve just come in contact with people who were, and I’m a curious person, so I’ve asked a lot of questions.”

“That surprises me, since you can be a little bossy.”

He chuckled. “Being bossy and being a Dom are two different things.”

“I think I’m getting a better picture,” Jules said, “but I still doubt I could be as submissive as the character in the book.”

“Even without knowing what book you’re reading, I’d have to doubt that, too, because I know you pretty well.

But you wouldn’t have to be a sub just because you’re a woman.

I mean, that seems to be more common in books, with a man being dominant over a woman, but there are women in real life who are dominant over men, and they’re called Dommes …

so I would imagine there have to be books with that kind of a storyline, just waiting for you to read. ”

Her eyes widened. “I’ll bet there are. I’m going to start looking right now.”

“Will you be reading those books for entertainment purposes, or because you’re curious?”

“Are you kidding? I’ll be reading them for instructional purposes, so hopefully they read like a ‘how-to manual’. Although … I can’t imagine being a Domme would be that hard.”

“You don’t think so?”

“Well, like you said, I have a fairly dominant personality, so it seems like it wouldn’t be very difficult to be a good Domme.”

He cocked his head. “Why don’t we test it out, and see?”

That gave Jules pause. “Are you serious?”

“Sure, why not? ”

“All right.” She looked between Evan and Malcom, the thought of either one of these two beautiful men submitting to her flooding her with anticipation. “Who will I be testing this out on?”

“Mal,” said Evan.

Malcom gave Evan an incredulous look. “It was your idea.”

“I know, but … I want to see how this plays out. Please?”

Looking slightly off-kilter, Malcom hesitated for a long moment before acquiescing and saying to Jules, “Looks like it’s me.”

With Evan giving him some instructions, Malcom got off the couch and went to stand in front of her, then began taking his clothes off—shirt, jeans, briefs, and socks got tossed to the floor.

When he was naked, per Evan’s further guidance, Malcom grabbed a large, square cushion from the couch and set it on the floor.

He sank to his knees, then settled back on his haunches, with his ass resting on his heels, and waited, hands on his thighs.

When Jules didn’t do anything, he prompted, “Well, here I am, submitting.”

She gave his stiff cock a long look, thinking that despite his hesitation, he was clearly excited. Slowly, she got up and proceeded to remove her own clothes, while he watched attentively, but remained still. When she was naked, she paused, a little uncertain as to her next move.

“So, despite my fairly dominant personality, I could use a little guidance, too,” she told Evan. “You know, just to get me started.”

“Well, you could direct him to do some things, or not do some things,” Evan answered. “Or you could simply tell him you’re going to do some things, and then do them.”

Curious, she asked, “What things would I tell him not to do?”

“You might not want him to make any noise, or move, or use his hands without permission.The most important thing, though, is you might want him to not come for as long as possible, to make it more intense when you finally let him.”

Jules looked so intrigued and turned on by this, that Malcom’s cock throbbed.Although, he was also a little alarmed at the possibility of not coming ‘for as long as possible’, because he’d experienced that when Evan gave him a blow job.

On the couch, Evan moved forward to get a better view, because this was getting interesting. It was also potentially going to be uncomfortable for Malcom, and Evan was there for it.

Jules looked down at Malcom and said, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back. ”

She turned and left the room, coming back a few moments later with the container of coconut oil (which had become their go-to lubricant), a spoon, and a bath towel.

Kneeling down in front of Malcom on the cushion, she said softly, “Lift up,” and when he shifted his weight to raise his knees, she spread the towel underneath him.

Once that was done and he’d resumed his position, she told him, “Now, spread your legs,” and watched as he widened his ‘stance’ considerably, giving her complete access to his cock and balls.

His hands were tense as they rested on his thighs, so she directed him to place his hands behind his back, which he did.

This cleared the way for her to be able to straddle a thigh, resting her pussy against his hair-roughened skin, grinding herself on him a little and making him release a harsh breath.

“Can you feel how wet I am?” she murmured in his ear.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

He wasn’t quite sure what he was supposed to call her, but figured the female equivalent of ‘Sir’ might be the ticket. “Yes … Madame?”

“I don’t like ‘Madame’. I prefer … ‘my queen’.”

On the couch, Evan chuckled and shook his head, as if to say, How pretentious , which Jules ignored.

“Yes, my queen,” Malcom said obediently.

Jules smiled. “Oh, that’s so much better.”

After putting a generous amount of oil onto her hands, she rubbed them together and then watched as he seemed to brace for her touch, and as she took his scrotum in hand and began to massage, his indrawn breath and accompanying groan were exceedingly gratifying, and yet …

“I want you to be quiet … and as still as possible,” Jules told him, her own voice low, but firm, and he immediately silenced himself, so she could only hear his deep, fractured breathing.“That’s better,” she praised him, while continuing to stroke his balls, which were heavy and tight.

She began playing with his stiff cock, using both hands—one stroking up and down the thick length, the other one teasing the flared head with gentle fingertips.

She watched him watch her hands and could see the effort it was taking to remain quiet and still.

It was a bit of a rush to be in control of this man, knowing he allowed her such control and she began to understand what Evan had been talking about.

She could easily see this becoming her new favorite pastime.

Leaning forward, she whispered against his mouth, “We never did discuss having a safe word,” she said, as she continued to stroke him up and down.

“I don’t need one,” he mumbled. “I trust you.”

Evan let out a quick laugh, before shutting it down.

Jules gave him a dirty look, before turning her attention back to Malcom, who had closed his eyes in bliss.

“Eyes open, Mal,” she demanded, partly because she liked to make him watch, and partly because she was enjoying dictating what he did.

Once he’d opened his eyes again, she told him, “I appreciate your trust, but let’s have one anyway, just in case. ”

“Fine.” He thought for a moment before saying, “Bartender.”

This time, when Evan laughed, Jules joined him. “Bartender it is.”

Deciding to move things along, she raised herself off his leg and into a kneeling position (effectively putting her breasts directly in his line of vision), then asked for one of Malcom’s hands.

He offered his right one, and as she took it and guided it south, told him, “You can play with my wet pussy for a little bit, as a reward for being so good.”

She wasn’t sure if dirty talk was part of being a Domme, but it seemed to fit the moment.

He also seemed to like the praise, because every time she did, he relaxed.