WhatHeDemands (domination erotica) by Tawny Taylor

 
     
     
Chapter 1
    Five weeks after running into “Uncle” Shane Trant for the
first time in ten years, my life has taken a completely unexpected turn. Not
only was I now free of the burden of making two house payments every
month--Shane bought the house I’d inherited from my mother--but I was also in a
new “relationship.” This relationship was nothing like any I’d ever shared with
a man before.
    I was Shane Trant’s submissive.
    I still didn’t know all the rules and expectations that went
into our arrangement. But after last weekend, I’ve learned a little. I’ve made
a few mistakes, and I’ve been punished. I can handle the punishments okay. The
rewards…? Let’s just say they definitely make it all worthwhile.
    Turns out there are real advantages to having a master with
nearly unlimited resources.
    “You are the luckiest girl on earth!” my best friend Jill
said as she flounced onto my bed. Wearing a pair of jean shorts and a tank top,
she was watching me pack for my first full weekend with Shane. Once upon a time
I’d said the same about her--that she was the luckiest girl. She was an
attorney with a great job and, until last week, a great boyfriend. “I wish he
had a brother.”
    “I think he does.”
    “Find out for me, will you?”
    “Will do.” I smoothed a frothy white concoction of lace on
top of the small stack of clothes I’d packed. I hadn’t expected packing for
this weekend to be so complicated. Shane preferred me naked. That should have
meant I didn’t need a lot of clothes, just a few things for going out. But on
Wednesday he’d sent me a letter and a package. The letter contained a lengthy
list of items to bring for our weekend together, including my passport. The
package, hand delivered by courier, contained a handful of gorgeous, expensive day and evening dresses--purchased by Shane, of course.
    “Where do you think he’s taking you?” Jill asked, lying on
her stomach, chin resting on her fists.
    “Since he told me to bring my passport, I’m assuming it’s
somewhere out of the country. But I have no clue.”
    She gave a melodramatic sigh that was very much out of
character for her. “He’s taking you on a trip. That is so freaking romantic.”
    “He used to live in Spain,” I said, thinking aloud as I
wedged a few pretty bras into my suitcase.
    “Spain,” Jill repeated on a second sigh. “Spain! I’ve been wanting to visit Spain forever. The beaches. The Guggenheim. The Tomato Festival.”
    “Tomato festival?” I echoed. I hadn’t realized Jill was so
into tomatoes.
    “Yes, you heard that right. It’s not what you might expect.”
Jill’s expression was both wistful and lustful. “Close your eyes.” I closed
them. “Now, instead of imagining dozens of white tents, vendors selling baskets
of tomatoes, imagine hundreds of shirtless suntanned, young, scrumptious
Spanish men throwing tomatoes at each other.”
    “Hmmm. That sounds…interesting.” The image in my head wasn’t
so pretty. So instead, I imagined Shane lounging poolside, skin glistening,
hair a mass of wet curls as I knelt next to him, rubbing suntan lotion on his
scrumptious chest.
    Now that was something worth imagining.
    “I wish you could take me with you,” Jill said.
    With great reluctance, I opened my eyes. “I could talk to
Shane—“
    “Don’t you dare. I wouldn’t dream of being the third wheel
on your romantic trip. No way. Especially knowing what you two…might do. It’s
all a little too much for me.”
    To be honest, it was all a little too much for me too. In
fact, after my introduction to Shane’s in-home dungeon, which I’d initially
dubbed the torture chamber, and the wickedly erotic things he did in it, I’d
spent four weeks avoiding him. Rather, I’d spent four weeks running away from
my feelings for him. But now, after spending a little quality time in that room
last weekend, I wasn’t as terrified of it anymore. No, in a strange way, I was
beginning to see