Undone Dom by Lila Dubois Read Free Book Online

your Master takes you home you’ll be a good slut, won’t you?”
    “Yes, Master Alton. I’ll be a very good slut.”
    With a nod to Warren, he indicated a file in a bag by the corner. In it was the write-up he’d done on Maria. It was next to an exterior door, which would lead them outside. Once Maria started her recitation, her Master would learn that she liked being paraded around outside under the pretend threat of exposure and potential humiliation. He hoped Warren took advantage of the guesthouse’s small private garden to abuse her.
    Alton left the office, closing the door behind him. He was glad. It seemed they’d work out. Maria was a good slave, and she’d broken down several times about her fear that her Master wouldn’t want her if she was too sexual and no longer enjoyed rope bondage.
    Too sexual was a problem most Doms would love to have. It was certainly never a problem Alton had had. He closed that mental door with a slam. He needed to check on Slave Cheryl. He’d worked with both her and Maria this morning BL—Before Lulu—and again over lunch AL—After Lulu, when they’d eaten as a group to practice table manners for Cheryl. It was time-consuming feeding two slaves by hand, but since those who stayed with him were often responsible for their own breakfast and he didn’t usually spend dinner with them he tried to take advantage of every training meal he could.
    If he’d been distracted and harsh, neither of them had said anything, especially because he gagged and spanked them both afterward.
    He wanted Lulu back. She was perfect. The rational part of him knew it was foolish to think things like that, but as he’d watched her nearly come simply from seeing a spanking he’d known she was perfect. Sexual, submissive and feisty enough to be interesting to train.
    And then she’d said she wanted to touch him.
    No one had ever said that to him. He brought slaves and subs to the heights of both pain and pleasure. They’d begged for everything on earth. But only Lulu, in her moment of arousal, had asked for him .
    He’d told her the truth when he said if she was his it would be different, she would be different. He wouldn’t make the mistakes with her he’d made in the past. It wouldn’t be like what she’d seen with Cheryl. The slaves and subs that were brought to him weren’t his, there was always someone else’s agenda and rules at play. He was the boogie monster of L.A.’s BDSM community—slaves better be good or they’d spend a week with Master Alton.
    But those weeks always made them better, because they went back to their Masters confident in themselves, happy to be home, and grateful for their Master’s comparative leniency. At one time Alton had found this fulfilling, but not any longer. He no longer felt as if he was controlling this enterprise, but that it was controlling him, that he was serving the other Doms.
    That’s where Lulu came in. But he’d scared her away.
    He shouldn’t have touched her when he said he wouldn’t, he shouldn’t have made her ask permission to come the first time, he shouldn’t have demanded the second orgasm from her humming body. Shouldn’t have talked about how she’d be his.
    That is what had scared her away—him. He was scary. He knew it and he’d learned to use it. He never set out to be that way but his size, his face, all of it was imposing.
    But she’d kissed him, and every Dom part of him roared to life, demanding that he capture and keep this one for his own. It had taken all his control not to bind her to the St. Andrew’s Cross and wring orgasm after orgasm from her until she couldn’t walk, couldn’t think about leaving him.
    He’d get through the day, and tomorrow, when her store was open, he’d go by and drop off a letter. He wouldn’t talk to her in her store again. That wasn’t fair, she was a businessperson, but at least if he handed her the letter he would know if she’d gotten it or not and he wouldn’t have