The Closet Domme Ch. 17

Chapter XVII -- The Private Angel's Absence




Once Jacky recovered from her rather long weekend with Dean, she was ready to go back to work. Her week started normally, with the usual phone calls and e-mails. Dean was on her mind, but not an overbearing thought. Instead, his infrequent text messages seemed to just make her smile.

By Wednesday, Jacky was okay with him Dean being absent, and she was somewhat excited to meet with her latest client. Somehow, the world of criminal law was interesting to her. It seemed to bring out a new found thrill for her work.

"Ms. Fredrick, your new client is here to talk." Brenda's words roused Jacky from her latest brief writing endeavor.

"Bring him on in Brenda, and thank you." Jacky smiled, curious what this man would look like. He was another rich kid who was rebelling against his family, but to finally put a face to the paperwork she read would be nice at least.

As she finished her sentence on the screen and locked it from view, her door opened once more. There he stood, the perfectly typical rebellious rich kid in front of her. Steven was his name, and he came complete with a khaki pair of pants, boat shoes with no socks and a salmon colored polo shirt that he left unbuttoned. It was pretty much the stereotype she had pictured throughout the review of his file.

"Hello, Ms. Fredrick, nice to meet you, I'm Steven."

"Come on in and have a seat, let's chat about this case you have going on." Jacky gestured to the couch where she and Dean had played not so long ago.

The next hour was filled with empty talk of how this poor boy didn't mean to drink until he blacked out and how he didn't mean to hit another car. His excuse for his drinking was that he didn't get enough attention from his parents and so it was his way of rebelling. Jacky reassured him in her typical motherly fashion that everything would be okay. The truth was that everything would be okay. From what she had seen, when you had enough money, it didn't really matter how destructive you were to the rest of the world, things worked out for you.

By the end of her interview, she realized this experience was not going to be like the one she had with Danny. This time, she felt no empathy for the client. She saw completely through him; he was a spoiled brat who would never really grow up. She would work the case well, because that was what she did for the love of the law, but not for this Steven who needed to be spanked when he was a child.

On the other hand, when Steven left her office, he seemed to feel completely connected to her. He thanked her and said how much he appreciated her caring and talking with him. He couldn't wait to see her the following week when he was scheduled for Arraignment. Truth be told, she couldn't wait either because it would mean Dean was coming home the next day. Her interest in the case was minimal at this juncture. Jacky was doing this mostly because it was asked of her, and as a member of the firm she simply didn't have the luxury of refusing the request. Her partnership status might mean more selection of cases, but it definitely wouldn't mean that she would be calling the shots. Oh well, she thought, back to the old grind of cases.

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"Can I call you tonight?" Dean's text was simple, and Jacky was glad to be able to chat with him. It was Thursday and her body was craving her angel already. By the time his text came at the end of the day, Dean had already cum in Jacky's mind more than once.

"Sure, how about in an hour, and maybe you should be alone." Jacky responded coyly, excited to even hear Dean's voice.

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"Hi." Dean's voice was a welcome sound to her as she pressed the answer button on her cell phone.

"Hi angel, how's SoCal?" Jacky asked him, letting him know by her tone and calling him angel that she was already in her Domme mindset.

"It's amazing actually, but I wish you were here." Dean sounded sad.

"I know, it's a great place to visit. So, are you alone?" Jacky was excited already. She needed her fix and with Dean gone this was the closest she would get.

"I am, but after last weekend, I'm not sure if everything works." Dean knew what she was thinking, and was clearly baiting her.

"Take it out. I want to hear you cum angel." Jacky was already reaching down into her own pants imagining Dean on the other end of the phone and what he might be wearing.

"Yes, my lady, fuck I wish you were here right now. I think it works though, must be the sound of your voice." Dean sighed and she knew then that he was doing as she asked.

"Are you rubbing it for me angel? You better be, you know being away doesn't mean you don't have to listen to me. Ooooooh." Jacky's soft moan came out involuntarily as she stroked over her clit in circles.

"Oh, god, where do you want me to cum Lady J, tell me." Dean's words were magical for her, making her pussy moisten as she listen to him start to curse softly on the other end of the phone.

"I want you to roll on your stomach and rub that beautiful cock on the bed......cum all over it like it was my stomach angel. Now! And, put me on speaker so I can hear you." Jacky practically moaned her last few words as she felt herself getting closer to an orgasm already. She heard a small click and then rustling as Dean complied.

"Oh fuck......that's so good...." Dean's moaning grew loader and faster as the seconds drew on. Jacky could hear the rustling on the other end and knew he was doing as she asked. Her own hand was moving faster as she closed her eyes picturing Dean fucking the hotel bed just for her.

"Cum for me angel, cum hard and call my name. Oh fuck....." Jacky felt herself grow closer as she spoke. Commands to Dean always made her more excited and coupling it with her own imagination of him was driving her crazy.

"OH....yes.....fuck J YES....." Dean's exclamation drove her over her own edge as she moaned slamming her thighs shut on her own hand. Her orgasm flashed suddenly through her clit and warmed her entire body. As she calmed, she heard Dean breathing heavily on the other end of the phone.

"Good boy. I miss you too." Her words were simple, and she wondered if Dean understood what was behind those and what she was thinking.

"So, hey you never...um.... told me your news that you said you would at dinner the other night. I was thinking about that today when I was telling my buddies here about you."

"You were telling your buddies about me? What did you tell them?"

"No way, you first Jacky, what's your news?"

"Ok, well, I got a partnership offer from the firm, which is crazy unheard of and amazing. Now, tell me what you told your boys."

"Oh, that's good for you. I....my buddies, well I guess I told them I have this beautiful woman that I can't stop thinking about." Dean's tone was odd as he started his statement to her, but calling her beautiful seemed to overshadow it.

"Did you tell them that you are a good little toy?"

"Uh...no that didn't really come up. They did ask me how serious it was because I guess I must have smiled weird when I talked about you." Jacky wasn't sure how to take his last statement. Smiled weird? What did that mean?

"Really? What kind of smile was that?"

"Honestly, the kind that says I have fallen for you, but you already knew that."

"Dean, can we not go there, not over the phone at least? I don't, well, I....."

"It's alright Jacky, why don't you just tell me about your day then?" Dean was quick to change the tone. He must have heard in her voice that she was feeling awkward with the whole situation and not wanting to have a conversation she wasn't ready for.

The rest of their conversation was her explaining pieces of her new criminal case to Dean, at least the ones she could talk about. He talked to her about the investigation he was working on for the firm. An hour passed by before Jacky even knew it, and her desire to eat overwhelmed her. They said their goodbyes and agreed that Saturday would be another good day to talk. Jacky couldn't wait, already wanting to use her vibrator by the time she hung up with Dean.

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Friday seemed to drag on as the prospect of a weekend without Dean loomed in front of her. Jacky could barely bring herself to accomplish anything. It rang through her head repeatedly the way he had said that he had fallen for her. That was never her intent in playing with Dean. She wanted to have him and use him. Could she really make a relationship like theirs work long-term? She went back and forth in her thoughts throughout that day and into the next morning.

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"Hey beautiful, how are you?" Dean was chipper as ever, but had never greeted her that way.

"Hi, I'm good, what's the beautiful talk angel? You have something on your mind?" Jacky was not quite in the mood yet, so was open to a serious talk if that's where Dean needed to go right now.

"I, well I didn't mean to freak you out the other day with the emotional talk, but you know I guess I have just been thinking about how much fun we have together. I was thinking maybe when I get back we should talk about you moving in with me or something. You know, like something more serious." Dean was not supposed to say that. Their relationship was perfect like it was, and Jacky's brain screamed out in protest at his words.

"Dean, I thought we were doing good, do we need to change anything? I mean, what, you go to SoCal for a week and you want to get all mushy, can't you just be my angel and leave it at that?" Jacky had lost all interest in having Dean cum for her tonight. They were having fun, and now he was pushing. Wasn't it Jacky who was supposed to be pushing things? What the hell had gotten into Dean?

"Look, it's just that my buddies down here are all engaged or married and it's nice. You know, the whole commitment thing. Of course, my body may not be able to keep up with you every day, but we could try it. Don't let it freak you out, just think about it." Dean was trying to be humorous, but he had taken her mind to a new place, one that required far too much thought for that night. Was this the end she wondered? Was it move in together or break it off? She was almost 31, wasn't that way too old to just be dating whoever? The questions in her mind were just too much.

"I will, but I'm a little tired, I think I'm going to go okay?" Jacky ended things abruptly, knowing that Dean would feel the oddness in her statements.

"Do you have any assignments for me?" Dean was trying, perhaps hoping to bring back the normal that was their relationship, but it was gone for her, at least right now.

"Not tonight Dean, I'll call you next week okay, just enjoy your time there."

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The next few days were long as Jacky pondered just what to say to Dean. The reality was she wasn't ready to move in with someone. She was new to all of this stuff still. It had been less than a year since she found this new part of herself that she wanted to explore. Dean had pushed the normal concept on her once before, and now was just doing the same thing another way. Sure, she cared about him, but love, who knows? She wanted to play and enjoy life. Jacky wanted to be the Domme and his talk of advancing their relationship was taking away her power.

Tuesday night found her at home, enjoying a small meal that she had stopped to get. Just as she was about to get situated after dinner, she heard her cell phone ring. She looked, and sure enough Dean was calling her.

"Hi Dean, what's up? Do you miss me that much?" Jacky was coy trying to start the conversation openly with him.

"I do my Lady. I was just sitting here after my latest interview, and thinking about those beautiful eyes of yours. So, I figured I would call and at least hear your voice." God, he was charming, and Jacky felt herself starting to get wet just wondering what he might be doing while he was thinking about her.

"Oh, angel, why don't you tell me what you were really thinking about. You were thinking about my lips on that cock of yours that's probably already a little hard. Or, were you thinking about me spanking that tight ass of yours." Yep, there it was, she was horny. The wetness creeped in and the almost imperceptible sigh on the other end of the phone meant she was spot on when she spoke to Dean.

"Yes, my lady, I am hard and thinking of you, how can I please you?" Dean knew exactly how to talk to her. She realized he had stepped up his usual obedience just so she could be more excited.

"Stroke it for me....I want to hear you cum. Do you have lube angel? I would adore hearing that sound as you move your hand." Jacky was excited; tonight it wasn't about her touching herself while she listened. It was about hearing her angel do what she asked. Her pleasure would come later, after he obeyed.

"I have some coconut lotion actually. I bought it the other day when I was thinking about you. God, that smell makes me think of your mouth the first time we played." Dean sighed as Jacky heard the faint sound of him squeezing a bottle.

"Oh yes angel, now go slowly and tell me how it feels. Close your eyes and pretend I'm there watching." Her voice dropped in tone as she spoke, savoring her control even over the phone.

"Mmmmmm......it feels nice and wet and every time I touch the tip it gets harder. Am I going slow enough? Ohhhh." Dean was so fucking sexy, even over the phone. Her pussy started to drip as she listened to the clicking noises made by his hand in the lotion rubbing his cock.

"Don't stop angel, just keep that pace. Squeeze just a little harder so your hand pops over the ridge on your head. "Jacky was biting her lip as she spoke listening intently for every sound she could detect.

"Oh, yes, oh.....when may I cum J, I'm starting to get close." Dean was moaning his words now as he continued his movements.

"Not yet, but keep stroking that cock angel. Don't cum until I tell you to....don't you dare." Jacky commanded him as her slave, her toy, her angel. She listened as he started his cursing and then whimpering as he held himself back from cumming. She was careful to make sure she still heard his movement on his cock. Her eyes were shut tightly just picturing him enjoying himself.

"Please Lady J, please, I'm so close." His begging was intense and she heard the desperation to cum in his voice.

"Stroke it hard angel, and cum all over yourself."

"Oh fuck, yes, oh...........Oh GOD." Dean exclaimed with the faint change in sound of his stroking. Jacky imagined him speeding up and then his release spattering across his abs and stomach. It was enough to drive her crazy, but she didn't want to cum yet.

"Oh, angel, I wish you could taste me right now. Tell me how that cum tastes before you clean up." She wanted more, so much more, but she was not in the mood to touch herself. She figured she would simply build up her frustration and then on Saturday when he returned she could have another day of pleasure with Dean.

"It's sweet and salty and warm, may I clean up now?" Dean was out of breath, and that coupled with his words made Jacky's mouth and pussy water simultaneously. She could not wait to have him again soon.

"Ok, but keep talking to me. Tell me how things are going my dear." Jacky heard rustling on the other end as soon as she gave Dean permission to clean up.

"Things are alright. I had to tell the firm that it might take longer though."

"Longer, what do you mean?"

"Well, I found a lead and I think maybe if I follow it, it will end somewhere good. It just might mean another trip out after I come back this weekend."

"Oh, but you are still coming back to service your lady this weekend right?" Jacky asked half-playing, but the other half of her tone dead serious.

"That's the plan. Hey, did you think any more about what I said the other day? I really want to move forward with you Jacky, what do you say?" Fuck, why did he insist on talking about this over the phone? Jacky's brain turned immediately. No longer was she the Domme waiting for her angel, yet again she felt the part of her scream out that she wasn't ready to give up control.

"Look, Dean, maybe some time in the future, but to be honest, I'm not ready to do that yet. I want things to stay the same, and I think moving in together would be a mistake." Jacky laid it out for him. She hadn't wanted to do it over the phone and yet, he had forced her. She waited, listening to Dean's silence on the other end.

"A mistake? I......I thought we were kind of building to something."

"We may be, but I just want to go slow and figure out what I want." Jacky couldn't believe she was saying this. It was the boy's job to be commitment-phobic in a relationship, not hers. What the hell had happened to Dean?

"And, what if I don't want to go slowly, what if I just skipped the whole step and asked you to marry me?" Dean had anger in his voice, or irritation, Jacky wasn't sure. She couldn't read him over the phone, couldn't see the expression on his face.

"Dean, that's fucked up. You don't ask someone over the phone as an afterthought. I don't even know if you mean that. Besides, the answer would be no right now. I barely know you. What I know is we fuck well together, and the rest we still have to figure out. Can you just take a step back and respect what I'm saying?" Jacky felt the anger rising in her. She didn't want a proposal like that, and she was pissed that Dean had gone there right now.

"Shit! I.....I'm gonna go, I need to get my head on straight. Can I call you on Thursday night?" Jacky heard the confusion in his voice.

"Okay, goodnight Dean."

"Goodnight."

That was it, a shitty way to end the phone call, but the end all the same. Jacky was left angry and the wetness in her panties only pissed her off now. A trip across the room to pour a whiskey was the next step. She figured that at least would get the thought of that tone and those words out of her brain. She was blown away right now. How was it that she had spent her entire 20s looking for a guy to complete her in this normal, everyday way? Just waiting for a proposal and hoping each boring man that she dated would be the one, and now, it was the last thing she wanted. She was going to be 31 in two weeks, and she felt like a horny teenager again, just figuring herself out.

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The next few days were difficult, with her having trouble focusing. She had felt like her relationship with Dean was going so well, and then this. Jacky even wondered if going with him to SoCal would have made things different. Her mind ran through a dozen possibilities for how she might have prevented this. She was positive that moving in together was a bad idea, but wondered if it was worth the sacrifice for keeping the relationship she had with Dean. Her mind reeled and reeled as Wednesday and then Thursday rolled past.

Thursday night she anxiously waited for Dean's call. By the time it came, she was on edge, jumping to answer it on the first ring.

"Hey beautiful." Dean's words immediately set the tone for a good conversation.

"Hi, so okay let's talk. I thought about things and maybe we can just stay over at each other's places more each week and see where it leads. I'm just not ready for the next step kind of stuff yet, but easing into it is something I can manage." Jacky put out what she could, and just hoped that this was enough.

"Jacky, I want more. I think we should move in together and start thinking about where things might be going. Don't get me wrong, I love what we have and love fucking you, trust me. I just, well I want the whole package. I want to make sure you're mine and only mine." And, there he laid it out for her. Dean wanted more.