“UnderDom” (7)

“I need to get back-not fair to leave my Mom with the rest of today’s production,” she said. Her heart raced, and she was breathless with the rise of unexpected desire.

Joggers notwithstanding, the park was quiet this early in the morning.

“So, she knows about your “alternative” lifestyle?”

“Yes. We’re pretty open with one another.”

His eyebrow rose, and once more he winced.

She bit her lip but a small giggle escaped.

“Oh, sure, you think this thing is funny, don’t you? It’s the sub in you, isn’t it, glad to see a Dom laid low.”

“No…” she raised her hand, dropped it, raised it again.

“Um…you have …” she gave up and rubbed her finger just under his lower lip. He seized her hand, then slowly, holding her eyes, slid her finger into his mouth. His tongue swirled around it, rubbing off the icing that coated the tip, then sucked gently.  Her nipples rose, her belly quivered. Had anyone ever engaged in this sensual foreplay with her before? She couldn’t recall. Not that her brain was thinking, what with her pussy throbbing louder than her heartbeat.


His eyes refused to let hers slip away and it was she who was mesmerized now. He did things to her, these curiously seductive things. His klutzyness was as much of a draw as his sudden, unexpected sexy moves. His lips smiled around her finger, and she felt the throb deep in her belly. Slowly he pulled her hand away, kissing her fingertip as it moved from between his lips.

“I get that. You’re a good daughter. Besides,  FiberOptic Man is currently embroiled in a knotty situation.”

“Geeze, Michael, we’re embroiled in a naughty situation!” Her laugh did crazy things to his gut.

“Punny, very punny.” His lips murmured against her cheek, his tongue cruising the soft planes of her face, exploring her throat, making her giggle. “And ticklish. How delighful!”  He nipped at her jaw, his tongue flicking just under the curve, making her try to hide it, shoulder up, neck folding, turtling away from his hungry mouth. He wondered if she could feel his cock rising against her bottom.

“So…FiberOptic Man is one of your superhero babies?” Likely she was hoping to deflect his attention from tormenting her. It worked.

“Well,” he wanted to shift, to adjust the almost painful pressure in his groin, but the feeling of her in his lap was too good to stop. “Yes. And he’s  tied up in the arms of the Tentacle Beast, slowly being sucked into the creatures mouth, where his fiber optics will be dissolved…and digested.”

“Ewww. That’s gross. Realllly gross.” She shuddered.

“Yeah,” he looked up at the amazingly blue sky, smiling. “I’m still not sure how he’s going to get out of it, really.”

“You need Energy-girl to rescue him.  She could plug your Optic guy into an extension cord that comes out of her hand, and lights him up. Octopii are creatures of the darkest depths…he could be afraid of the light…”

“Whoa. Whoa…” His brows beetled as he ran the story line through is head. “You…yes…” He paused, and Shae knew he wasn’t with her just now, he was caught up in his story.

He looked down, caught her watching him, chuckled self-deprecatingly.

“Yeah, I know. My mom is always sighing over me when I do that.”

“I’ll bet because you usually walk into a wall or something when you start to roll the filmstrip in your head.”


He paused, looking at her intently.

“You are so fucking beautiful.”

This kiss was tender, soft, the flow of lip upon lip, the nudge of noses, the soft brushing of breast, and sighing breath.  Turned on, and  unbelievably moved by his words,  his incredible gentleness, she wanted with an intensity that astounded her.

“Michael. If we don’t stop…”

“We’ll wind up fucking like bunnies in the park?” Looking into her sparkling eyes, he couldn’t stop himself. Lowering his mouth to hers, he whispered “I like bunnies…”

Her hands rose, cupping his cheeks. She kissed him softly on his mouth. He would have dived in, gone deep, but he knew now was not the time to rush her. Sliding his arm under her knees, he rose, lifting her. Her gasp alarmed him.

“I’m not hurting you? Am I?”

“No…no..it’s …been a while since someone …carried me. You don’t need to…”

“Trust me, Shae…I need.”

He set her gently in front of her chair, sliding her down his body, letting her feel the swollen thickness behind the fly of his jeans, letting her know exactly what it was he needed.  Lowering her legs to the ground, turning her, he eased her into her seat. Making sure she was settled, this time he did take the handles.

“You know what this thing needs?”

“I can’t imagine…” Her tone was dry, her fingers clenched in her lap, her body quivering with unexpected needs of her own. Fuck what her chair needed. Holy goddess, what he’d managed to do to her in such a short time!

“Those little tube things that kids put on their bikes so that one can peddle, and another can ride on the back? Or even…fold down pedals.”

“You…” She shook her head, then turned to look at him over her shoulder.

“Really-it’d be a blast. I could get a running start, push you good, then leap on…”

“Tipping us both backwards, skinning your knees and elbows and likely concussing us both in the process. No. NOT a good a idea. You’re…”

“….a little boy in a man’s body? That’s what Wendy used to say.”

“Wendy the insurance sub?”

He nodded, smiling.

“She must’ve thanked the powers that be on a daily basis that you weren’t insured through her company.”

“Hey!” He paused, looking affronted.

Her laugh belled out, making his cock throb painfully.  It seemed like everything she did ran straight through him, settling balls-deep into his body. Being this impacted by a woman was not his style. Not that he had a style, other than “woman.”

They arrived back at the bakery all too soon, she thought.

“Here we are. Wishing we’d walked further, we sure got here fast.”

“Because you were so busy fantasizing about fold-down pedals.”

He leaned low, murmuring into her ear.

“Because I was so busy fantasizing about folding you over my lap and touching your ass. For starters.”

Watching from inside the bakery, May smiled to herself. About time that girl laughed a bit. It seemed as if Michael was the magic key for her lock. The bell jingled merrily as they entered.

“You two are back sooner than I expected.”

“Well, Mom, I didn’t want to leave you with all the breads…”

“You think I can’t bake bread? You should be outside…”

“Really, it’s okay. I need to head off anyway. OH, man you make the best, absolutely delicious cinnamon buns.”

May smiled as he put a wee emphasis on ‘buns’ while looking down at Shae, causing her daughter to blush.  OH my, yes, this Michael was magic alright!

“Well, our family does have excellent ones.” She winked slowly at Michael, who, after blinking in surprise, smiled wickedly at her.

“Ma’am, I’m smitten by your daughter, but you’re in the running.”

“Darling boy, you’d have a hard time catching me. Besides, I wouldn’t want to injure you.” She laughed, a sound every bit as sexy and intriguing as her daughters.

Shae poked Michael in the belly.

“Stop flirting with my mom.”

He leaned over her shoulder, catching her chin in his hand and kissing her soundly. May was tickled with the pair of them. To avoid embarrassing her daughter further, she wrapped a loaf of cinnamon-raisin bread for the man who, if she had to guess, had his tongue in her little girl’s mouth. Oh, but he was a bold fellow-and exactly what Shae needed.

The door chimed as a customer entered. Michael strode over to collect his bread with a quick thanks. He palmed Shae’s face, and left, the jangle of bells striking a chord deep inside her.

In seconds he was back.


“Forgot?” She’d not even rolled an inch in the millisecond he’d been gone.

“Twice now, I’ve left you without remembering to get your number.”

“Aaah, third time’s the charm they say.” She rattled off her number as Michael fed the information into his cell, which he dropped on the floor. Bending to retrieve it, he nearly struck his forehead on the arm of her chair, but she shoved his ear, and he missed by a smidge.

“Later,” he said, “exiting, stage left…” and then he was gone, leaving her feeling strangely bereft.

24 thoughts on ““UnderDom” (7)

    1. Thanks Robert…very much appreciate that you took time to comment!

      I’m so glad that so many people are finding this story really speaks to them. 🙂

    1. Yes you were channeling! No…no stopping yet…there is an end weaving its way ever closer…


      but not yet!


    1. 🙂

      I was wondering who would notice that there was a wee dash of spicy tentacles hanging in there! 🙂

      I’m so very touched at how you like the story. Thank you for your kind words!

  1. I love that she is cheeky and sassy and hilarious. They are both quick witted…and sexy as hell!


    1. 🙂
      this is literally the most intense “dialogue piece” that I’ve ever written. It’s challenging and fun and I’m so glad you like them!

    1. giggle! there’s the other side of the tentacle bit! Yes, I had to get them represented, as it were. 🙂


    1. thank you Tip…I’m so glad everyone is liking this, and I thank you most deeply for always cheering me on!

    1. I’m sorry you had a depressing day, and hope yesterday was a bit brighter, and that today sees you in a much happier place, April. And I’m so glad my little story could cheer you up just a bit. That is, indeed, high praise.

      1. Thank you so much, Nilla! That is so appreciated. Unfortunately, two family members (my husband’s great grandmother and grandmother) passed away over the weekend.
        ‘Under Dom’ has been a wonderful ‘escape’ from… well, everything.
        So, thank you!


      2. April,

        I am so sorry to hear of your loss…one death is hard, but two is a tremendous blow. Holding you and yours in my prayers…


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