The Dom Project by Heloise Belleau, Solace Ames Read Free Book Online

risky, but so were most things worth fighting for. He’d had friendships ruined by sexual attraction. He’d also had friendships deepened by it. Hopefully this would give Robin the experience and confidence she needed, while giving him...well, the no-sex limit would be challenging, but he could always find ways to enjoy whatever Robin was willing to give him and let off steam elsewhere.
    Even without touching her, exploring the visual aesthetics of her willowy body would be an erotic journey in itself. His cameraman’s eye was already framing and focusing, remembering Irina Mareau’s flapper proportions and remapping them on to Robin’s reality.
    Come to think of it, there was a private video feed of Fetish Friday, and it was probably uploaded already. He went straight to his laptop and, lacking Andy’s willing back as a table, sat on his couch and set it on his knees.
    Wait, did Robin know about the video? Fuck . Usually people who went on stage already had a disclaimer filed. There went his masturbation plans for the night—he was suddenly too concerned about her privacy. He pulled up the video and fast-forwarded to the right spot, a weird mix of lust and dread rising in his chest and making his skin prickle.
    The lights were low, and the angle wasn’t very good. Her face wasn’t really visible. He sighed in relief.
    Her shadowy form dipped slowly downward.
    May I , sir?
    He imagined her with lips half-open. She had gorgeous lips, not full, but wide and curved in a classic cupid’s bow like a silent movie star. Like Irina Mareau. He imagined running his fingers over those lips, tracing their curves, pushing into her sweetly begging mouth...
    He slammed the laptop shut.
    No sex. He needed to be strict about that limit, even alone. If they were going through with their plans, he needed to draw a distinct line between Robin and his sex life, even the fantasy part. Which would be somewhat strange seeing as she’d factored into at least a few of his masturbatory sessions since they’d met back in college. But things had changed. Their relationship was going to change.
    He texted Robin to let her know about the video. And then he called Therese, the girl kneeling at his left boot who’d left the scene early, to make sure she was okay. It wasn’t like her to just slip away like that; he hoped the way he’d acted with Robin hadn’t hurt Therese’s feelings.
    Thankfully, Therese didn’t seem put out. “I think I’m not into performing like that,” she said. “I like to watch more than I like being watched. And speaking of watching, who was that girl you were with, the one who came in right before I left? She wasn’t on the sign-up to play with you, was she? I don’t think I’ve seen her around at all.”
    “She’s...” John struggled for words a moment, then settled on the truth. “She’s a good friend of mine. I didn’t know she was a sub until the other day, actually. I guess she does the online thing more than the in-person thing and that’s why.”
    “Just a friend, really?” Therese let out a low whistle. “Well, call me over if you ever want an audience.”
    He’d remember her offer. Robin had proven she had an exhibitionist streak. God, he was already constructing a list, putting together the puzzle pieces of her sexual persona. But in the meantime, he wanted to fuck tonight . Therese was lovely in her own right, and quite compatible with him sexually. And bonus, with her dark black curls and midbrown Egyptian skin, she was the farthest thing from Robin appearances-wise.
    “You can call me over tonight, if you’d like,” he said. “Those boots really need some more work, and to be honest, I need a little rubdown too.”
    “Do you now?” she replied, practically purring into the phone. Just like that, her normal chatty phone-voice had changed into something that would make the best phone sex operator green with envy. “I’m ready to take on the job.”
    “I’ll be over in half an