Becoming Dominant Ch. 04

"But you can't feel like it's your job to spread that around, either," Monica continued. "You aren't going to pick up an STD. Ever. And when you fuck a woman repeatedly, you can make her healthier, but it's not like your dick cures AIDS or anything like that.

"Yes. There are plenty of people I've outlived who I miss a lot. But I don't really feel guilt over it. Maybe being dominant helps one cope with grief or helps you keep a psychological perspective on longevity or whatever, but..." Monica shrugged. "They lived their lives. I live mine. Not everyone gets to live as long or as fortunately as us, but... well, nobody should feel guilty about being rich unless they got that way by stealing and crushing other people, right?"

"Guess that's a good way to put it."

"You've got a good heart, Casey. Don't be afraid to be selfish. I'm telling you, Selfish Casey is just about the best time a woman could ever have. Particularly Tori," she added. "She can be strong and independent, which is why I like her, but she's got a natural submissive kink a mile deep. She never really indulged it with a partner before I dug it out of her. She absolutely loves her role, and if you keep showing you appreciate her like you have, she'll be in heaven forever. Have fun with it."

He couldn't help but grin at that. "This conversation is turning me on."

"Ugh. Right. Not good. Sorry about that, wasn't my intent." She couldn't help but grin at him a little. "How bad is it?"

"Oh, I'm not that bad," Casey smirked. "I'm pretty sure I can handle the walk through security and a couple hours on a plane without going wild and fucking someone."

"You sure?"

"Yeah! Jeez. What, am I gonna stand up in my seat right next to Tori's and put my dick in her mouth mid-flight?" Silence followed as they looked at one another. "Seriously," he said, but kept looking at her.

"You can't get the thought out of your head now, can you?"

"I can," Casey shrugged. "I mean, I know she wouldn't have a problem with it, right?"

"Tori wouldn't hesitate," Monica answered evenly. "A whole planeload of people thinking she's a whore and a slut wouldn't mean a thing to her. All that matters is you and your pleasure, and the pleasure she receives from it."

"Right," Casey said. "But it's not like I can't control myself."

"Mm-hmm."

"I'm an adult."

"You are."

"I know when it's inappropriate and when it isn't."

"Right."

"I mean, they'd land the plane early and take us off in handcuffs."

"They would."

"Right. So."

"So you can't get it out of your head now, can you?"

He sighed. "No," he admitted.

"Pull it out, lover," Monica smiled. "I'll take care of you."

"You don't have to."

"I want to, Casey," she said. "I love sucking cock. I especially love sucking your cock, I'm your dominant, and I'm in love with you. Your comfort means a lot to me, and I don't want to have an embarrassing episode on the plane."

He couldn't really argue with her. He hardly wanted to. Casey undid his belt and pants as Monica turned and shuffled over in the limo seat to bring her face toward his now freed and erect cock. It was bigger than he remembered the last time he looked. Monica appeared undeterred.

"This isn't a chore for me, or for any woman who sucks your cock," she reminded him as her hand took hold of him and stroked slowly. "It's a pleasure. Just remember that I'm doing this to help you out right now, not to savor it. Let go as soon as you feel it cumming." Monica gave the head a lick, then another, and slowly kissed it, her lips parting to take him inside... and then stopped. "And no messing up my hair," she warned playfully.

With that, he was immediately lost to her all over again. Monica's mouth engulfed his cock, smoothly gliding down his flesh and welcoming it into her. Casey owed her every bit of his love and his loyalty. Every second of this pleasure reaffirmed his devotion to her. Monica's head bobbed up and down on his cock, taking him like a pro's pro, enrapturing him with ease.

It didn't take long at all. Sensations of joy and lost control rippled through his thighs, through his loins and on through his cock as cum rushed from within him into his lover's welcoming mouth. Despite the awkwardness of their position, the subtle bumps of the road and winding turns of the drive, Monica kept him in complete control. She manipulated him to orgasm and kept him there, swallowing spasm after spasm and never missing a drop.

Lost to Monica's dominance and her touch, Casey didn't realize at all when they pulled up to the curb at the airport. His eyes fluttered open to see the window to the driver's compartment rolled down. Tori sat looking over her shoulder as Casey continued to pump, lightly but still not yet finished, into Monica's mouth.

"We're here, Mistress. Sir," she winked at Casey. "Unless you'd like me to take another loop around the airport?"

Casey couldn't answer. Monica lifted up a finger and twirled it in the air.

"Yes, Mistress," Tori smiled, and pulled away from the curb again.

* * *

"I feel a little douchey for not helping you with the bags," Casey said as the plane taxied down the runway for take-off.

"Why?" Tori asked. Valet or not, Monica had her up in first class right beside Casey. Monica sat on her other side, only now putting her cell phone away at the flight attendant's reminder. "It was no problem. It's my job."

"Yeah, but a couple of them were like fifty pounds each."

Tori shrugged. "I'm a lot stronger than I look."

"You must be," Casey nodded. "I mean I'm not saying you look weak or anything. You're clearly in very good shape, but..." He shook his head and grinned, feeling more than a little embarrassed. "I feel kinda bad. We've hardly even talked except for brunch."

"I'm not worried," Tori smiled softly.

"Yeah, but I really do want to get to know you. I mean, more than, you know..." his voice dropped and he glanced around. "...physically."

"Me, too."

His hand came to hers. She held it. "I'm really pretty interested in you. I know I've been a little distracted," he smirked, giving a tiny head toss to indicate the woman sitting on the other side of Tori, "but I've been looking forward to just talking with you."

"Likewise."

The thought that had been bugging him since they left the hotel came front and center. "I'm really sorry about earlier. This morning. At the hotel."

"Don't be," Tori shook her head. "I'm not."

"You say that, but—"

"No. Casey. Really." She squeezed his hand. "I loved it and it felt wonderful. Difficult, but wonderful. We can do it again. I'd like to, actually." She blushed and smiled a little as he blinked in surprise. "Casey, you're incredible, and you're only going to get better with time. This is an adventure for me. I'm excited. Really excited." She took a long, deep breath and let it out to control herself. "I'm. Um. Kind of emotional about it, really."

"About what happened?"

"No. Well, that, too, a little. But no, just... you. Us. You don't have to care at all, Casey, and here you are talking to me and I can see that you do. After all I've already learned about you, I'm just..." she shrugged and wiped a watery eye. "Happy."

He brought his hand to her lips and kissed it. "You're amazing."

"I'm yours," she replied.

"Hey. You two," Monica interrupted with a friendly tone, "you need to cool out on that for now. I don't want to be a bitch to either of you, but remember what I told you about this plane ride."

"Sorry," Casey shrugged, letting go of Tori's hand.

"I'm sorry, mistress," Tori nearly whispered to her. The noise of the engine and the space around them offered for just enough privacy for quiet, whispered comments, but none of them intended to get revealing or explicit.

"I'm not telling you not to talk. I'm just saying be careful what you talk about. Remember, there are reasons why you're between Casey and I."

"She's got a point," Tori said to him.

"Yeah, but I..." he frowned. "Well. Tori, I don't want you to feel like you're, um... I mean you know what's going on, but I don't want to feel like you're just—"

"Second best?" Tori smiled. "The silver? I'm not worried about it, Casey. At all. I'm fully aware of what's going on. I've had some firsthand experience of what your situation is like, remember?" she asked, gesturing toward Monica. "And I'm happy for you. I'm really happy for you both. I also know I won't be the only one—not remotely—and I'm fine with that, too."

"Ahem," Monica nudged her. "Not a safe topic."

"Sorry," Tori blushed. Casey grumbled.

The engines revved as the plane was cleared for takeoff. "There's also a reason why Casey has the aisle seat," Monica said, pointing subtly toward the bathroom.

Casey winced. "You make it sound like I've got some sort of..."

"Control problem?" Monica winked. "It's because you do. Anyway, don't mind me. I'm just sitting here with my book for the next couple hours. But be careful with one another, alright?"

Tori's eyes turned to meet Casey's. She gave him a friendly smile. "There are much worse problems a guy could have," she said. "In fact I find yours a little... promising."

His heart skipped a beat. Monica cleared her throat again, more assertively this time, though still in good spirits. Tori put her hands in her lap and looked down at them, fighting a grin.

Casey sat and waited. The plane took off, taking him away from Washington and his last duty station. He craned his head to look past Tori and Monica out the small window, but only saw a little bit of green before they hit a cloud bank. Then he sat back in his seat, stared at the little television screen in the back of the seat in front of his, and tried to clear his mind.

There was plenty he could talk about with Tori. Obviously he couldn't safely speak much about his combat service; even if he were so inclined, there were too many words like "bomb" and "explode" that weren't smart to say on airplanes. But there were other things to discuss. Family upbringing. Hobbies. Places in LA they both might enjoy visiting. Pet peeves that they might both benefit from knowing about for one another's sake. Politics. Philosophy.

Tori was a bright, witty, pleasant, very intelligent and well-educated woman. Surely they had a great many platonic things they could discuss. He sat in silence, trying to decide what to bring up first.

As soon as the plane leveled out and the "fasten seatbelt" signs went out, Casey unbuckled and headed for the lavatory to take care of his growing erection.

Monica didn't look up from her book. "He's wild about you," she said to Tori with a smile. "I'll try not to be too selfish with him... eventually."

* * *

"Malibu, huh?" Casey asked as he looked out the window of the limousine. How Monica and Tori had arranged all of this was beyond him—shouldn't the limo have had its own driver?—but when they arrived at the terminal and came off the plane, the two women led him smoothly through the airport to the waiting stretch black limo. Tori had resumed her servant's dialogue and demeanor, though occasionally throwing Casey smoldering glances. They didn't wait for the bags, though; apparently Monica had all that arranged already.

He had hoped for some up close and personal relief from Monica once they were in the limo, but she only had eyes for her smartphone as they drove. Miraculously, traffic wasn't that bad at all. Casey felt his arousal abate somewhat as he took in the familiar landscape and the roads. He was horny as hell, but he was also home, and that was more than a little bit distracting.

"Yes, Malibu," Monica told him. "Casey, I need your full attention for a moment."

He turned to her, his breath deepening already. He loved it when she took charge. He also loved it when she didn't, so it wasn't like his love for her was conditional... but as he had confessed, Monica's authority over him felt unquestionably good.

"Your life is about to become incredibly privileged," Monica told him in a serious tone that still carried affection. "I know you feel like you've hit that already, but as I promised, there's much more. It's beyond decadence.

"You will probably feel some guilt over it. You'll probably question whether you deserve it, or if anyone deserves it—and to be honest, I don't know if anyone really does, but the fact is we have this and I want us both to enjoy the hell out of it. Your parents and I all agreed that you should be raised without all that privilege and with realistic expectations, because we wanted you to understand the value of all this. We didn't want you growing up taking wealth for granted. Then you went and joined the Army. You don't just understand realistic expectations. You also understand hardship. So this will be a dramatic gear shift for you.

"I want you to know that it's okay to feel a little guilty or out of place... but you should also feel free to ignore all that, because I've built this over many years, and I want you to share it because I love you. I would feel terrible if you didn't get to enjoy this. So for me, at least, please accept it, no matter how wild and crazy it seems."

"Okay," he nodded with a solemn smile.

"I also want you to know that I'll be watching you and keeping you in check. Your body and mind are going through dramatic changes. It's largely fun, but there are going to be moments when you wonder if you're going to lose control. I'm telling you now not to worry about it. I'm in control. I won't let you get out of hand. Keep the faith with me and your only worry will be over which indulgence to dive into next. Okay?"

Again, Casey nodded.

"Don't worry about getting a job. Don't worry about going to school for now. Just enjoy being one of the idle rich for awhile. It's a blast." She held his gaze throughout the conversation, leaving him only dimly aware that they had gotten off of the freeway and begun driving up winding hills through an expensive—no, a very expensive neighborhood. But all that was peripheral to Monica.

"And be ready to obey me. Put your faith in me. I'm in love with you, Casey. I may be your dominant, but I love you like an equal. I've wanted a man like you all my life... I've found some that came close, but they either weren't half the man you were or they simply weren't dominants. You've got it all, love. I'm crazy about you."

"I'm in love with you, too, Monica," Casey said, leaning in to kiss her.

She put a gentle finger up on his lips and shook her head with a smile. "Soon. Very soon. Give me this moment, though?"

He kept a hold on his deep need, which threatened to leave him shuddering and breathing heavily. Casey maintained his composure. If they didn't get home right away, if Monica wanted to take him somewhere public first or meet with other people or whatever... he'd manage. "You can have all my moments," he grinned with confidence. "I already gave them to you for the next year at least."

Monica's smile broadened. "You've no idea how crazy I am about you, Casey," she said. "And you've no idea how emotional I am right now about all this. But I've got to keep it together for just a little while longer."

"No, Monica," Casey started softly, "You don't—"

She put her finger up to his mouth again. "Shh. It's okay. I'm happy. Look."

She gestured out the window. The car drove through an automatic gate, with tall hedges lining the walls in front of a broad front lawn. Caseys' jaw dropped as he saw the big, beautiful white building that sat up ahead. "Monica, that's not a house, that's a mansion!" he blurted.

"Our mansion," she said, and smiled at him when he looked back at her in shock. "I mean it, Casey. I may be your dominant, but I don't want you as my slave. That may be sexy fun from time to time, but that's not what I want out of you. I want a partner. I want someone to share all this with."

He opened his mouth to express his awe and his unworthiness... and promptly shut it, remembering what she'd said. Instead, he looked out at the grounds again. The landscaping was beautiful; it had less of a grassy area than many of the other houses they'd passed, showing more respect for Southern California's naturally dryer climate. But the palm trees were everywhere.

His sense of direction reasserted itself. The back of that mansion had to have a beautiful view of the ocean. It looked like it was a good three floors high, at least from this level, and... "It's gorgeous," Casey said.

The limo pulled up to the front, with a round driveway to allow for party guests to arrive. "It's not the only home," Monica winked. "It's just the best. The others are all much more reasonable. But I wanted something extravagant to call home. Now. You. Step out of the car and wait for instructions. I have a way I want to do this." Her eyes gleamed with excitement as Tori exited the car and opened the door first for Casey.

"Thank you," he said to her as he got out.

"At your service, sir," she smiled with a sultry wink. She knew he was staring at her ass as she rounded the car to open the door for Monica. She knew it, and liked it.

Monica came out of the car, walked to Casey's side, and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Are you ready?"

"For...?"

"To start off your year of total obedience," Monica whispered.

He couldn't hold off the shudder in his breath. "Yes."

"Take off your clothes. Here and now. Strip."

Casey blinked. "Uh—"

"Total obedience. You have nothing to be ashamed of, Casey. You're a dominant, you're gorgeous and you're mine, and I want to look at you and revel in it. And I want you to revel in it, too," she said as he stripped off his shirt, pausing to touch his chest with her fingers. She made sure not to distract him from kicking off his shoes, slipping off his socks or unfastening his pants, but she did look at him with open, unbridled lust and affection.

That made it much easier for him. Casey smiled and looked her in the eye as he undid his pants, partially freeing his very needful cock from its fabric confines. Soon, his pants slipped down his legs, and so did his boxer briefs. Monica's eyes gleamed even more as his naked cock pointed straight out at her. Knowing that she wanted it relieved him of most of his trepidation about standing around naked in the open.

She touched it with gentle fingers, not groping nor stroking but just touching with idle fascination. Her grin was nothing short of hedonistic. He honestly thought she might decide to go at it right there.

Instead, Monica stepped back and loosened the drawstrings of her dress. Tori came around to help her out of it, and the two put on a small, sensuous, quiet show to display Monica's flawless naked flesh and her voluptuous, heart-stopping figure. "Doesn't this feel better?" she asked.

"It does, yeah," Casey admitted. "Long as it's just us."

"There is nobody here whom you cannot have at your whim," Monica said, putting one hand on Tori's shoulder as she stepped out of the dress pooled at her feet. Tori rose somewhat to slip Monica's panties down, looking with reverence at the blonde pubic hairs and taking in the scent of her aroused sex as she performed this final task. "I won't allow it. Until further notice you're the only man here."

She looked him over hungrily and grinned again, taking his cock in her hand and giving it a few light, sensuous caresses. "You're coming into full bloom," she observed with approval. Monica waited as Tori opened the front door behind her, focusing her lustful gaze on Casey. "Come with me," she said.

The home was nothing Casey ever dreamt of calling his own. Its foyer was spacious, bright and decorated in modern lines and furnishings. Monica apparently preferred tall plants and subtle frames on her artwork over overdone tapestries and massive chandeliers. For all its majesty, the mansion felt quite welcoming. He couldn't believe he got to live here.