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Jarod

Dommemoir

Jarod

About the Author

Other fiction by I.G. Frederick includes:

Complicated Couplings

Cougar Conquests

Eleanor & Mick

Lessons Learned

Love Hurts

When Two’s Not Enough

Young & Eager

Jarod

A short story extract from

Dommemoir

By I. G Frederick

Electronic Edition

Copyright 2011 by I.G. Frederick

A short story excerpt from the novel Dommemoir

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Jarod

Although I never regretted leaving my husband of seventeen years, divorce meant huge financial adjustments. My career had always taken a backseat to his, which required that we move about every two years. Since I kept changing jobs, I never advanced. My income barely covered all our restaurant and take-out meals and the weekly cost of cleaning, laundry, and landscape services. Now I had to live on it. I left behind a four-bedroom North Shore home on a quarter acre with a view of Lake Michigan. I moved into a nine-hundred-square-foot, two-bedroom condominium crammed in with a hundred like it, in spitting distance of the Expressway.

But after twenty-plus years living with the man, I couldn’t bear to see his face across the kitchen table every morning. I would fill a travel mug of coffee and take a bagel with me to eat in the car. He always worked late, so I ate whatever I had picked up for dinner as soon as I got home and left his warming in the oven. Weekends I made sure we had plans that included other people so I wouldn’t have to spend time alone with him.

We tried counseling -- that just showed me how far apart we had grown. I credit my brother-in-law, more than any other person, for giving me the strength to leave. Not that I found the man attractive or even someone I could confide in. But when he married my sister five years ago, I watched him pamper and indulge her as if she were royalty. I craved the same kind of attention, but my husband treated me more like a buddy than the woman he allegedly adored. I remember him complaining that he wasn’t my slave. I would tell him he should consider himself a slave to love. He would scoff, and I would sulk. I needed so much more than a paycheck and, although a large one, that’s all Richard really provided toward the end.

I settled into my new condo surrounded by remnants of a once well-to-do lifestyle: Italian leather sofas, hand-crafted oak tables and bookcases, Dansk china. Even though I took much less than half of our accumulation of material goods, and left most of the finer stuff to him, I filled the rooms in my new home with furniture and packed every inch of cabinet space.

Three days after I moved in, when I had most of the boxes unpacked, a young co-worker came over to install my electronics. Adanatec had hired Jarod a few months before to update our archaic computer systems. As office manager, I had oriented him on policies and procedures. In the midst of the final negotiations over my divorce settlement, I admit I flirted with him a little. But his offer to help me move still surprised me.

Jarod set up my computer and printer in the corner of my bedroom that I had dedicated as an office and hooked up the Internet. Then, he installed all the television and stereo components in the second bedroom that I had decided to use as a den. The work took him the better part of a Sunday afternoon. Although I tried to assist, I got in the way more than I helped. I had no idea what he meant half the time, when he mumbled about cables, signals, and watts.

He proudly demonstrated my home theater by playing scenes from “Donnie Darko,” a DVD he had brought with him.

“That’s terrific, Jarod. I really appreciate your help.” I couldn’t hear some of the nuances he pointed out, but I did enjoy the surround sound. “Do you like chicken? I thought I’d make you dinner as a thank you.”

“I’m not really that hungry for food right now.” He had followed me into the kitchen and stood with his hands in the back pockets of his jeans, not meeting my eyes. His tight, sleeveless tee-shirt revealed a muscular chest and well-formed arms. “Geneviéve, would you consider a younger man for a lover?”

I just stared at him, shocked, my mouth hanging open. I don’t think I look my age. I work out regularly and, except for a few places that wobble, I’ve kept my top-heavy figure trim. My shoulder-length hair is dark auburn, I’ve been told my eyes are as green as emeralds, and I was blessed with porcelain skin. Still, I found the interest of a man twenty years my junior as flattering as it was unexpected.

“I’m sorry if I offended you, Geneviéve,” he whispered.

I cleared my throat. “Jarod, what are you, twenty-two, twenty-three?” I connected with his baby blues and thought about running my fingers through his blond hair, cut in a long shag that emphasized the sun-darkened youthfulness of his skin. He had two silver rings in each ear and a tribal tattoo around his upper left arm.

“Twenty-four. But I’m not a virgin or anything,” His lower lip protruded in just a hint of a pout. “I know I could please you, if you gave me a chance.”

Well, he certainly has the right attitude to pique my interest. Aloud, I said: “Why would you be interested in a woman old enough to be your mother?”

“You’re not old enough to be my mother, Geneviéve.” He giggled. “She’s almost fifty.” He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and I wondered why he didn’t try to touch me, did he think I’d resist? “I think you’re very, very sexy. Besides, older women are hot, or so I’ve been told.” He actually blushed which only made him more adorable.

I shook my head at the outrageousness, but at the same time I smiled. I hadn’t had sex in almost two years, and even giving myself a few minutes I couldn’t think of one reason why I should pass up an offer from this young stud. “Do you have condoms?”

He grinned, revealing even white teeth and dimples in each cheek. “In my truck. I’ll be right back.”

He must have run down all three flights of stairs, out to the parking lot, and back up because he returned in less than four minutes -- not even breathing heavily -- and handed me a plastic drugstore bag. I looked inside to find a brand new, sealed box of a dozen magnums. I smiled at him, took his hand, led him into the bedroom, and tossed the bag on the bed.

I expected him to take the initiative once I made my willingness apparent. He didn’t and I hesitated, wondering if I was moving too fast for him. But, when I put one hand behind his neck, he brought his face down toward mine. And, when I pressed my lips against his, he opened his mouth in invitation. I sucked his tongue deep into my own mouth and discovered a metal stud, far enough back to stay hidden from view. It aroused intense sensations when it crossed my lips and made me curious about what it would feel like elsewhere.

Lips locked together, Jarod finally embraced me, wrapping his arms around my back. I slid mine around his waist and pulled him close. I could feel his erection straining against my belly. Wanting to see if he had purchased the correct size condoms, I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, and shoved pants and boxers below his hips. He gasped when I caressed him with my fingertips, but the magnums would most definitely fit. My panties got damp.

Jarod obligingly removed his shoes and pants and then pulled his shirt over his head. I stared at his muscular build, chiseled under tanned skin, enjoying the whole package but especially the part that jutted out toward me. The heat traveled from my cheeks down my neck until it settled between my legs. I placed his palm against my chest. His eyes half closed, he gently squeezed my breast. Then, he unbuttoned my blouse with a reverence I’d never seen in my husband’s eyes. Instead of tossing it on the floor, he laid the garment over the back of my desk chair. My bra followed. Jarod dropped to his knees. With a hand cupping one breast, his fingers probing ever so gently, he lifted the other to his mouth. He teased my hard nipple with the stud in his tongue, sending shivers of delight through my entire body.

I unbuttoned my slacks, and Jarod pulled them down over my hips. He followed the fabric with his lips, burning a trail that ignited every nerve ending. Unable to stay steady on my feet, I fell backwards onto the bed and let him kiss his way down the inside of my leg. He licked from my ankle across the top of my foot, took my big toe in his mouth, and sucked on it. I pulled away from the tickling and he sighed, moving to lick my other foot. Mercifully, he didn’t try any more toe sucking and kissed his way back up my calf and inner thigh.

The moment metal touched my tender flesh, the tension that had been building exploded. My whole body shook, and before I recovered from the first, another orgasm started. I fought to keep from screaming and sharing my delight with the neighbors.

Despite the never-ending paroxysms caused by his tongue, Jarod kept his face buried between my legs for what seemed like forever. He didn’t stop until I grabbed his hair and pulled his face up to mine. Even then, he made no move to take things to the next level. But, I needed more and I was willing to take the initiative to get it. I pushed against his shoulder until he lay flat on his back and fumbled around for the condom box. Hands shaking, I untangled it from the bag, broke the seal, got it open, and extracted one of the packets. He watched me with one corner of his mouth turned up and his bright blue eyes sparkling, but he didn’t reach for the packet. I ripped it open and fumbled the condom out. We both moaned as I rolled it down over him.

I swung a leg over his hips and guided him into me with one hand, balancing above him with the other. He caressed my breasts with his fingertips as I slid down onto him and groaned in delight. Pushing up into me, grinding his hips so he rubbed against my clit, he brought me off again and again until I couldn’t move. I rolled over onto my back and he rolled with me, staying inside. With my legs wrapped around his waist, he plunged into me while the headboard pounded against the wall. I forgot when I had stopped worrying what the neighbors would think. I no longer tried to refrain from crying out, either. I believe I had more orgasms that night than during my entire married life.

Did all young men last as long as he did? “I want to feel you come inside of me,” I gasped. As if he’d waited for permission, he moaned, shuddered, and moaned again. His breathing slowed and I felt him soften inside me. When he slipped out, he dropped onto the bed next to me. Basking in the glow, I had to struggle to roll over so I could cuddle him. With my head on his shoulder, I draped my arm across his hard chest. Damn, I so very much needed that.

He had a few hairs surrounding his nipples, and a line of sparse blond strands pulled my eye down his rippling chest. Limp, he was bigger than my ex was hard. I sighed, still throbbing from the pleasure he had given me. My ex always made sure I came once, but mostly with his hand after he had gotten off himself. And he would only go down on me if I’d just taken a shower -- which was almost never, since I usually bathed in the morning before I went to the office. Even on those rare occasions when he did offer oral, he expected me to do him first.

My breathing evened out and my eyelids grew heavy. Jarod played with my hair, funning his fingers through the strands on the top of my head. I drifted between slumber and wakefulness. But even with my eyes half closed, the view proved more than I could resist. The boy certainly deserves to get back some of what he’s given. And, I might never get this opportunity again. I pushed myself off his shoulder and kissed my way down his bare chest. I removed the condom, tied it off, tossed it toward the wastebasket by my desk, and took him in my mouth. I had to struggle to get even halfway down his length, breathing through my nose to avoid gagging. He stroked my hair, but he didn’t push my head down or thrust his hips upward. He groaned with pleasure, but when I stopped, he didn’t beg for more or try to keep my mouth on him.

He let me kiss my way back up his chest. But, before my lips reached his, he whispered: “Geneviéve, would you sit on my face?”

I lifted my head and stared at him, wide-eyed. You just spent twenty minutes with your face between my legs and you want more? But I didn’t say anything. He had an adorable puppy dog expression on his face that I just couldn’t resist. I struggled into a kneeling position and held onto the headboard for support.

I didn’t even try to count how many times he brought me off. When I finally collapsed onto the bed, unable to keep myself upright, he held onto my outer thighs and continued until my clit couldn’t take any more direct stimulation. “I need you inside me,” I said, gasping for breath, unable to even open my eyes. I listened to the condom package ripped open, grateful that I wouldn’t be expected to demonstrate enough coordination to get another one on him. After I couldn’t move a single muscle, I remembered to suggest that he might want to come, also. It took him a bit longer this time, but I realized he really was going to wait until I gave him permission.

I slept soundly that night with Jarod’s arms wrapped around me, our legs entwined. In the morning, he dashed off before I was fully awake. I showered and dressed for work with some trepidation. But, except for a wink no one else could have seen, Jarod behaved no differently at the office than normal. At the weekly staff meeting, he talked about his project status and mentioned that I had helped him with some of the data collection. But nothing in his words or demeanor gave any indication that something had changed. I sighed with relief. As much as I had enjoyed the previous night’s activities, I didn’t want my co-workers to know about it, especially since I had no reason to believe it would ever happen again.

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About the Author

I.G. Frederick trades words for cash, specializing in erotic fiction and poetry since 2001. Her erotic short stories appear in Hustler Fantasies, Forum, Foreplay, and Desire Presents, as well as electronic, audio, and print anthologies. Her novels receive high praise from readers, critics, and other authors.

A FemDom, Ms. Frederick, owns the man she adores. Although dominant in the rest of his life, he demonstrates his love by serving as her submissive. Ms. Frederick writes about finding love in BDSM relationships from the authority of one enjoying that for almost a decade.

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Other fiction by I.G. Frederick includes:

Complicated Couplings

Four sexy stories about tangled twosomes

“If You Love Someone” -- Tara leaves her husband to move in with Nathan, but he abandons her after a few months. When he returns, begging her to take him back, life and love look very different.

“Commiserate” -- The same man dumped them both. When they commiserate, they discover more in common than an ex-boyfriend.

“Passion’s Price” -- Richard steals Gina’s heart from three thousand miles away. But, when he moves across the country, her intensity and passion for life drive him away.

“Lunchtime Lover”  -- Both married, they started their affair with the promise never to fall in love. Then Lisa’s divorce becomes final.

Cougar Conquests

Beautiful older women on the prowl and the sweet young cubs captured by their allure

“Benjamin” -- A chance meeting at a munch in a tiny town leads Benjamin to an opportunity for training. But, Lady Gina tries to end the relationship rather than emotionally torture herself.

“Festival of Eros” -- The handsome young man followed her around all evening, behaving like the perfect submissive … until she learned his identity.

“Paddles” -- A biker bar with no bikers? The decor, name, and patrons of a bar in a small Eastern Oregon town puzzle William who just stopped in for a beer. Then the owner introduces him to the secrets of this very special tavern.

“Starting Over” - When her pet walked out on her, she stayed away from parties because it hurt to watch other women playing with their toys. But, a friend coerces her into attending a unique event.

“The Cougar and the College Boys” -- Alone in the woods, hours from Portland, Tess discovers four college friends staying in a nearby cabin. The boys invite her to share their campfire, their dinner, and …

Eleanor & Mick

In five sizzling hot stories, Eleanor seeks refuge in a small town on the Oregon Coast and befriends her younger neighbor. He captures first her heart and then her submission, taking her on a journey of sexual exploration and insight.

“Salt for His Wounds” -- When Eleanor’s ex-husband shows up begging for a second chance, she asks her young, gorgeous next door neighbor for a favor and Mick takes advantage of the opportunity.

“The Mercantile” -- Eleanor attributes Mick’s detachment to the difference in their ages, but Mick confesses a need for kink. Afraid of losing him, Eleanor reluctantly consents to bondage and pain.

“The Things We Do for Love” -- When her gorgeous girlfriend visits Eleanor on the coast, Mick’s obvious attraction troubles her. But, Liz only has eyes for Eleanor.

“Paid in Full” -- Mick’s army buddy finds Eleanor hot and makes a deal with Mick. But, if Mick really loved Eleanor would he let another man have sex with her?

“Renovations” -- After Mick spends a month renovating their garage, Eleanor discovers he built in a few surprises.

Lessons Learned

Four sizzling hot FemDom love stories about women who come to terms with their dominant sides and discover that makes them more attractive to the men they love.

“Tea Party” -- What if the first time your best friend drags you to a FemDom “Tea Party” you see your former boyfriend serving canapes naked?

“Blind Date” -- How do you respond when you find your ex-husband hanging out at the restaurant where you planned to meet your “Blind Date”?

“To Serve” --  If you love a vanilla woman and you only want “To Serve,” how do you introduce her to the lifestyle without scaring her away?

“Change in View” -- What if a “Change in View” alters the attitude of the man you mentored so he could find his perfect Mistress?

Love Hurts

but in a good way

Five steamy stories about the dark side of love

“B&D Trainee” --Online, Xavier promised to make his B&D fantasies come true. But, had he jumped in over his head?

“Knife Play” -- Seeking a knife he saw online, Jack inadvertently found himself in a room full of pain and bondage contraptions. He almost turned around and left, but a beautiful woman taught him a different way to appreciate blades.

“Pussy Whipped” -- Eric knew nothing about BDSM, but purchased a ticket to a fundraiser to help out his friends. When Miranda asks him to “play,” he discovers exactly what those four letters mean.

“The Auction” --He attended the auction with only one goal -- to acquire a very special whip. But an offer to try it out proved irresistible and he discovered sometimes events, and women, can exceed one’s expectations.

“FemDom Fairy Tale” -- A FemDom’s offhand remark about a photograph at an erotic art show draws a handsome man’s attention. But, when two dominants find each other attractive, which one chooses to kneel?

When Two’s Not Enough

Seven sexy ménage stories

“Tribal Fusion” -- Whenever and wherever he dances, Dominic collects propositions, but the Lady Lenore’s proposal takes him by surprise.

“Two Brothers” -- A divorcée in a flashy sports car attracts the attention of two young virgin brothers visiting the “big” city of Boise.

“Honeymoon” -- Although she expected to honeymoon aboard a cruise ship, Allison finds herself sailing on a private yacht staffed by an incredibly beautiful couple. Believing her new husband wants to hide his older, less attractive wife, makes it difficult to enjoy the hedonistic delights offered in paradise.

“Jail Bait” -- Serena wants Joshua to pop her cherry, but he won’t touch her because of her age. When her birthday finally makes it legal, he arranges for a very special celebration.

“Nikki’s Birthday” -- Even someone happy in a monogamous relationship might find the gift of a hot, new toy for an evening of decadence incredibly exciting. (Inspired by a real birthday present given to a lovely little bi-sexual, genderqueer slave.)

“Market Boy” -- When a beautiful Domme offers Jack the opportunity to serve at a party for her friends, he responds too quickly and too eagerly and gets more than he bargained for.

“The Cougar and the College Boys” -- Alone in the woods, hours from Portland, Tess discovers four college friends staying in a nearby cabin. The boys invite her to share their campfire, their dinner, and …

Young & Eager

Barely legal but hardly innocent

“Two Brothers” -- A divorcée in a flashy sports car attracts the attention of two young virgin brothers visiting the “big” city of Boise.

“Teachers Pet” -- Trapped at an all-girls’ school in the middle of nowhere, Sabrina tries to get her hunky teacher to bust her cherry.

“Arresting Development” -- Bethany went out with Officer Rick to avoid a speeding ticket, but discovered she enjoyed getting “arrested.”

“Jail Bait” -- Serena wants Joshua to pop her cherry, but he won’t touch her because of her age. When her birthday finally makes it legal, he arranges for a very special celebration.

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