My Possessive Dom

Chapter 19

"Are you ready to go?" Caleb asks, rushing to throw a shirt on.

"Of course," I reply.

I smile at Caleb and let him lead me out the door, hand on my lower back. I feel warm when I'm with him. It took some time to get over that initial awkwardness after our first time, but two weeks later and things have been going perfectly. I feel pleasure from everything we do and I truly trust him. He says it's the magic of submitting to him, and although I have, he never makes me feel lesser.

Tonight he's taking me to a house party off campus, for my good behavior lately. He opens his car door for me and lets my climb in, smacking my ass as I do. I go to roll my eyes but catch myself so I just chuckle instead. On the way there he's asks a question which takes me back.

"So what is your limit going to be on alcohol tonight?"

"I didn't think I needed one. Not that I'm going to drink a lot just that I didn't think I was at all."

I'm surprised he's going to let me drink. As cool as he is he can be very strict, the past two weeks have proven.

"Well I'm giving you permission, if you want. And you need to tell me right now what your limit is going to be so I can keep you in check. And not that you've ever been drinking before," he pauses and looks at me with raised eyebrows  and I can't help but let out a little smile, "but you know your limits best."

"Well I don't know. Maybe a couple of beers."

"How many is a couple?"

"3," I say, seeing how lucky I'm truly getting tonight.

"2," he says, giving me a look I've learned well.

It's a 'Olivia you're about to go over my knees look'. I squeeze my legs together, the idea of it makes me wet.

"Deal," I say back.

We ride the rest of the way, hand in hand, tonight he lets me control the radio and I perform a little concert. He's nice for letting me sing and not commenting on how truly bad it is.

We get to the party and look around for the alcohol but can barely see it because of how crowded it is. We decide to split up and call the other when we've found it.

I head to the kitchen, pushing through the crowd and get a few stares. I realize I don't know anybody here. I finally get to the liquor store of a kitchen and standing by the beers is someone who makes me realize I do know somebody here besides Caleb.

"Hello O'Brien," Jake says, a grin plastered across his face. "I would never expect to see you here. Where's your big bad boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend," I retort, at least I don't think he is.

"Okay okay," he says as he puts his hands up in defense.

I look at his hands and I feel guilty. They've done things they shouldn't have. Nothing too bad, just things that weren't part of the lesson.

A couple of days ago I was beneath those hands and over his knees. The lesson only called for practice walking around the room with a plug, but we have an arrangement.

I remember going in and feeling awkward, but he helped me undress, rubbed my back to calm me down and didn't stop until it was in. Even as he laid me stomach down on the edge of the bed, whispering encouragements in my ear and slipped it in. He had me all around the room and all I had to do was look at him and he knew that I wanted more. He took me over his knee as he sat against the headboard and spanked me over and over again as I bit my thumb, the only thing keeping me from moaning too loud. And when it was done he rubbed my back as he took it out and rewarded me by telling me how well I did.