The Dom Project by Heloise Belleau, Solace Ames Page A

acceptance. Satisfaction stirred inside him, deep and tidal. He didn’t need to touch her to have her, not like this.
    “Go into my bedroom. There are some things in there on the bed for you to put on. Get undressed, put them on and then put whatever lingerie you’re wearing now back on over them. I’ll wait out here.”
    She nodded. God, he wished he could go with her, undress her slowly, bend her over the bed and run his hands up and down her sides and back to calm and comfort her before he finally reached between her legs...
    The door to the bedroom closed. Robin was gone and he was alone.
    * * *
    Robin folded her dress and laid it on the dresser, then arranged her panties and bra on top. The contact high she’d gotten from John’s hands around her neck had floated her this far.
    Now she was stark naked. In his bedroom. The realization hit suddenly and made her shiver. She hugged herself, and that only made it worse, because her fingers were so cold. She ran them up her sides in a vain attempt to warm them.
    Her nipples had hardened into stiff buds.
    That knowledge, gained from exploring her own body, eased her discomfort amazingly. No, it wasn’t so cold anymore, not really.
    She sighed, and turned, and caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirrored closet door. Her nakedness made the pearls stand out, or maybe it was the other way around. I want John to see me like this . Slim hips cocked just so, hands caressing herself...
    He was waiting for her to follow instructions. A different, less physical pleasure pulsed through her, remembering. She broke away from her reflection and walked to the bed.
    There were two toys resting on a folded towel. One was small, silver and glittering. The other, soft red silicone shaped like the letter U. Both somewhat mysterious at first, their functions became clearer when she picked them up and felt their weight. The silver toy was, in fact, a highly polished stainless steel butt plug, finished with a multifaceted red gem. The silicone U was a vaginal vibrator with one tip for stimulating the clitoris. She cataloged them with a familiar and nonsexual delight and even guessed at their value: they were well made, but not rare. The gem was only a pretty crystal.
    Did she think this was an appraisal? They were meant to go inside her. She gasped. Her hand twitched, and the toys fell from her palm back onto the towel.
    And then she grabbed them again, because a need surged inside her to be filled and fucked, and she didn’t see any reason to fight it. Do it now. For yourself. For him.
    There was a bottle of lube by the towel. John had thought of everything. All she had to do was follow orders. She put the vibrator back down, picked up the lube, dripped some on the blunted tip of the plug.
    It was a small plug and she’d done some anal play before, so it wasn’t too intimidating but the fact that it had been him to choose it, to buy it, to lay out so neatly, to have done all that for her and it was just one step removed from fucking her himself? Now that was slightly intimidating.
    As the crystal caught the light and glimmered, she remembered telling him, years ago, that she loved garnets.
    She bent over onto the bed and spread her legs. It was hard to do this on her own, so damn hard, but it meant something. The face she had to be making into the quilt must be either pornographically obscene, or else incredibly awkward, the kind of grimace that could mean only one thing.
    Or maybe they were one and the same.
    She appreciated John giving her privacy to do this, to work through this subtle and juvenile humiliation.
    And at the same time, she wished he was here, watching her, his look of desire helping her push through the shame. But then, maybe later...
    It was the thought of his phantom presence by her side, together with the swelling urgency of her need, that finally broke her resistance. Oh, and it was so easy then, the cold, fierce thing sliding into her with the least pressure,