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The Dom Next
Door
A Phaze Raw HeatSheet by
VIOLET SUMMERS
The Dom Next Door
© 2009 by Violet Summers
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Nadia Fleming signed her name on the delivery man’s dotted line and he
dropped the package at her feet and left. “What a gentleman,” she murmured as she
slid the box into her house and left it sitting by the door.
There was no return address on the plain brown carton. Nadia shrugged. The
package wasn’t hers. It belonged to her neighbor Alex Johnson, Professor of
Romantic Literature and Poetry at the local university.
She sniggered a little as she tried to imagine Alex standing at a lectern,
rhapsodizing about the romantic prose of Jane Austen. Alex moved in next door a
little over three years ago, and Nadia had yet to see a romantic bone in his body.
No, her neighbor was the epitome of the conservative Brit, stiff upper lip and all.
He never talked about his private life. She wondered if he
had
much of a
private life aside from his friendship with her. He did have a steady stream of
people coming and going from his house. They were all young and eager looking,
and she assumed they were students he tutored.
Alex was polite and sweet, even a bit on the shy side, which Nadia found
endearing. His cheeks blazed at her off-color talk. Truth be told, she used more
profanity and innuendo when she was with Alex than at any other time. She loved
teasing him until he blushed.
Nadia couldn’t imagine life without him. He was a reliable and loyal friend.
He’d even let her cry on his shoulder when her longtime boyfriend left her for a
long legged blonde bimbo last year.
Sometimes she wished Alex would find a special woman to fill his life. At
other times Nadia wished
she
were that woman.
It was a ridiculous idea, of course. Alex was a highly educated college
professor, and she hadn’t even graduated high school. She’d earned her GED, and
was damned proud of it, but she’d never be “intellectual.” Alex lived an academic
life. She owned a small Web design company; so small that she was the only
employee. It barely paid the bills, but it let her be creative and she really loved it.
Giving the mysterious box another glance, she picked up the phone and dialed
Alex’s cell.
“Professor Johnson here,” his rich, smooth, British accent flowed through the
phone line.
“Hey, Professor. You have another package waiting for you here. It’s pretty
damn big, so you need to come pick it up.”
“Wonderful! I’ve been waiting for that particular box to arrive. I’ll pop over
tonight to pick it up.”
“Hey, are you up for some pizza later?” She knew that pizza was Alex’s one
true weakness. “Double cheese and mushrooms, on me.”
There was a long pause. Strange.
“I’m afraid I can’t tonight. I have several tasks to attend to now that my things
have arrived.”
Nadia turned and stuck her tongue out at the box. “That’s okay, Alex. My hips
didn’t need pizza anyway.”
“Your hips are lovely as they are, pizza or not,” he scolded.
“You have to say that,” she teased. “You’re my friend.”
His only reply was a short, chuckled, “Until later,” before disconnecting the
line.
Nadia sighed as she put the phone back in its cradle. Time to get to work.
After spending the better part of the afternoon finishing up a banner for a new
dating website, Nadia stretched as she tried working the kinks out of her neck.
The owner of the site had offered her a free six-month membership along with
her usual fee, and for a while Nadia had seriously considered it. She missed the
touch of a lover. The soft kisses and strong arms wrapped around her. Finally,
though, she thanked her client and refused the freebie. As much as she missed sex,
she really wasn’t in the right frame of mind to date anyone. Besides, she didn’t
need to date anyone. She had Alex, and he was perfect. Well, except for the
whole sex thing. She figured that’s why her thoughts strayed to Alex whenever
she masturbated. He was the man she spent most of her time with; it was natural to
wonder what he was like in bed.
Of course, Nadia had a pretty good idea of what Alex would be like in bed.
Sweet and gentle, courteous and polite, just like the man himself. The image of
Alex very seriously asking permission to pinch her nipple sent her into a giggling
fit. In her fantasies Alex was many things, but
sweet
and
gentle
were never part of
the equation.
By the time five o’clock rolled around it was time for Alex to get home, and
Nadia’s nosey nature had taken over. She’d deliberately ignored the box all day,
but with her work done and her imagination in overdrive, she couldn’t resist
temptation any longer. What was so important in that damn box that Alex would
turn down double cheese? She stood in front of the thing as it sat on the floor,
daring her to do something.
She couldn’t exactly open it; that was a federal offense. Besides, it would be a
blatant invasion of Alex’s privacy. One that even their close friendship couldn’t
excuse. Maybe if she shook it she might get an idea of the contents. The box was
big, but if she just lifted one side and gave a jerk maybe she could glean some
information.
Bending over, she grabbed one end of the carton. It wasn’t nearly as heavy as
she’d expected. The delivery man had given her the impression the box weighed a
hundred pounds, what with the way he huffed and puffed before depositing it at her
feet.
Bending her knees, Nadia wrapped her arms awkwardly around the box and
lifted. She gave it a little shake and heard metal against metal. New pots and pans?
Maybe he was taking cooking lessons. Alex told her often enough what a terrible
cook he was. She jiggled it again. No, it wasn’t heavy enough for pots and pans.
She bent over to set the box on the floor and the bottom gave out with a clang of
metal.
“Oh, no,” she mumbled as she flipped the now empty box over. She grabbed
the nearest object to drop back inside, then froze as she actually looked at what she
was holding.
“
No way
,” she whispered staring at the plastic wrapped leather flogger she
held. There was no way this stuff belonged to Alex! Not her sweet, conservative,
blush when she said fuck Alex! Before her on the floor, in a jumbled mess, was a
pile of sex toys. Dildos, vibrators and handcuffs. Oh my! She ran her fingers up the
length of the flogger, imagining the feel of the rich leather through the sterile
plastic wrapper.
When she realized what she was doing, she quickly dropped it back into the
box. Her cheeks heated as she picked up a pair of stainless steel nipple clamps.
And a clit clamp. A length of chain. No wait, it wasn’t a chain, it was a leash!
“
Oh my God, oh my God,
” she whispered over and over again as she examined
each of the toys before dropping them into the box. With a hiss of sympathetic
discomfort she dropped the last item, a black rubber butt plug that looked entirely
too painful, into the box.
“Alex,” she mumbled to herself, “just what are you into?”
* * * *
Alex had been on simmer all day. Nadia’s call, and the knowledge that all the
tools he needed to restock his private dungeon were sitting in her living room just
waiting for him, had kept his cock on high alert and his nerves on edge. Hell, he’d
barely been able to concentrate on his lecture on the relationship of Byron to Percy
and Mary Shelley. In fact, the kinky implications of that little trio only added to
his sexual tension.
Sadly, as exciting as the prospect of replenishing his little corner of heaven
was, he didn’t have anyone to share it with at the moment. Alex was a Master,
with a capital “M”. He trained both Doms and submissives, shepherding them into
a mutually satisfying, safe, sane and consensual lifestyle. His most recent trainee,
a sub named Ben Reynolds, had left Alex for the love of his life, Stacey Stanton.
Alex smiled at the thought. Ben and Stacey had both been his pupils in the art of
Domination and submission, and he liked them both a great deal. The idea that he
had something to do with reuniting them gave him a warm glow down deep.
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