Retraining the Dom by Jennifer Denys Read Free Book Online

bile that had risen in his throat, he
loosened his tight muscles and relaxed his hold on the flogger, twirling his
wrist loosely, letting the straps flap around, as he reminded himself that the
subs he picked were those who wanted to be hit.
    “Are you getting
on with it?”
    Smiling at the
impatient tone in Olivia’s voice, he went up to her. “Tut tut , my love. An attitude like that deserves a
punishment, don’t you think?”
    “ Treyyyy !” She was warning him, but he was
enjoying this too much.
    That realization
suddenly hit him in the solar plexus, and he felt winded. This was the first
time in a long while that he had enjoyed playing a scene with a sub, even if Livvy wasn’t a sub.
    “What is it?
What’s wrong? I’m releasing myself.” Her head was twisted around trying to see
him.
    He quickly straightened.
“Stay right where you are. I just need you to tell me your safe word.” He
needed her to know he remembered the basic rules.
    She answered
straight away. “Windmill.”
    Trey was bemused.
It seemed to him she already had a safe word. “Why windmill?”
    Olivia shrugged.
“I had good sex in one once.”
    He chuckled
until she settled, and then calmed as he raised the implement. He was back in
his element. But he didn’t swipe at her as she was probably expecting judging by
the way she tightened her butt. He could have told her to stop tensing, but instead
he let the straps run up her left thigh and was amused when she lifted her knee
to avoid it. He knew it would tickle, just like she’d done to him. As her legs
hadn’t been restrained, Trey had a surefire method to stop her evading him, and
he swiftly pulled back the flogger and lashed her right thigh forcing her to
lower the first leg.
    It wasn’t as
hard as he was used to doing, but it was enough to make her squeal and squirm
away.
    “Now,
now. A Domme of your standing should know better. Stay
still with both feet on the ground. Or did you want to say your safe word?” He
wasn’t worried about that. Olivia would be the first person to cry it.
    “No.”
    “Good.” He patted
her butt with the handle using it as a rod or paddle and enjoyed the light thwack. Trey thought he heard a sound from Olivia, but he
wasn’t sure what. As an experiment he nudged the end of the handle between her
thighs pressing upward until she rose onto the toes of her heels. Hearing a faint
moan, he raised an eyebrow. Stepping back in astonishment he considered the
pert buttocks in front of him and lifted the flogger slashing at her, left then
right. Left, then right.
    Pausing for a
moment he let her relax and waited to see if she would say anything as he
hadn’t been particularly soft that time.
    She was quiet
and appeared to be waiting for him to continue. He couldn’t work out this side
of Olivia. She came over all strong and dominant, and then as soon as she was
restrained she seemed to turn to mush.
    About to
continue to the left again, a sudden notion made him swipe upward between her
thighs, feeling the ends hit her pussy.
    Olivia let out an,
“Eek.” He frowned. Was that good or bad? Suddenly he was questioning his ability. But when was the last time he cared
whether his sub was experiencing enjoyment, even if Olivia wasn’t a sub?
    Her subsequent
quick, panting breaths told him she had liked it. At least he thought she had.
When he raised the flogger for another swipe to the left and she pushed her out
her backside to meet him it confirmed his suspicions.
    Finishing the
remaining three stripes he moved forward to plaster himself against her back as
he released her cuffs. Noticing the tremble in her limbs he whispered in her
ear, “I think you enjoyed being the sub for a change.”
    She struggled,
but he held her still. Olivia acquiesced, and shrugged. “It’s good to try out
something new.”
    Trey frowned.
There was something in her voice that didn’t ring true. “Or maybe it isn’t so
new.” He turned her round to face him as a notion struck