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  Interview

  With a

  Dom

  By

  Holla Dean

  Copyright © 2012

  Warning: This ebook has adult content including consensual spanking, BDSM, and explicit sex. If this subject matter offends you, please return this item.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, incidents, and dialogue in this novel either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  Copyright © 2012

  By Holla Dean

  Chapter One

  Kylie sat at her desk in her home office going over her income reports. It wasn’t looking great. She was scratching out a living, but there was no money for anything extra. She couldn’t travel, never had enough money to go on a vacation, and always had to think of her budget before buying anything unnecessary. There had to be a way to increase her income and still do what she loved.

  She pushed her silky jet black hair behind her ears as she considered her situation. Her deep indigo blue eyes perused the reports that told the tale of the sad state of her finances.

  She’d been writing romance for nearly ten years now. Every year she pumped out a full length novel and maybe one or two short stories. Kylie wrote western and contemporary romance stories and had a few historical romance books out there.

  In this digital age she was a self-published author and her books were available on the internet at all the various ebook sites. Her fans could even get them in print online if they preferred to have a hard copy.

  Kylie sold hundreds of books every month and felt she’d had a fair amount of success. Her blog had thousands of visitors every month and her fans praised her work and asked for more books, more short stories.

  While her head was full of ideas and she had notebooks full of storylines waiting to be transformed into novels, Kylie could write only so fast. She needed to have twice the number of books for sale so her life would be a little easier.

  Things hadn’t always been this rough. Before Ben had died everything was great. He had a good income that supported them very nicely. Everything Kylie made from her writing was hers to keep or spend as she wanted.

  They had married young; she’d been only twenty-two and Ben was twenty-six. He was fresh out of law school and was hired at a major law firm with a starting salary of nearly a hundred thousand dollars per year.

  There was no need for Kylie to get a job and they were trying to have a family. She stayed home, took care of the house, and wrote her novels.

  Unfortunately, Kylie never did get pregnant and the family never happened. They had talked about adopting, but Ben was busy and they never got around to doing anything about it.

  Kylie wrote and every time she sent one of her novels off to a publisher it was returned with a rejection letter. Some of the letters were very nice and others were rather nasty. She sometimes wondered if anyone had actually read her manuscripts before rejecting them.

  Then the digital self-publishing option came along. Once Kylie discovered this possibility she learned everything she could about it and started reworking all her finished novels to get them ready for the various online publishing sites.

  She uploaded the first novel onto every site she could find. Of course she had her first sales instantly. She bought one; Ben bought one, then her mother, Ben’s mother, and all her friends. In no time at all she had over forty book sales and was very excited about her career as an author.

  Kylie uploaded her novels one at a time. Every time she got one book up, she would begin getting the next one ready. This process took her nearly a year. It was time consuming to prepare the books for uploading onto the various self-publishing sites. Every site was a little different and required its own format.

  During that year of getting all her books uploaded on the different sites, Kylie didn’t write anything new. She didn’t worry about it. After all, with every old novel that she uploaded, her sales increased.

  Kylie set up a blog for her fans to communicate with her and when her sales began to regularly bring in an income of a couple of thousand dollars a month, she was ecstatic.

  Once all her books were available as ebooks and also as paperbacks with a print on demand service, Kylie began writing new books and developed a good routine of completing one novel and a couple of short stories every year.

  She loved her life; she loved her husband, and she loved her career. For the first time she felt successful with her writing.

  Ben had a month long vacation every year and they traveled all over. They went to Europe, South America, Hawaii, and on the last vacation they toured the United States.

  Life was perfect. The only thing missing was the children they wanted. They agreed again to look into adopting and began the research on how to go about it.

  Then Ben died. He was driving home from meeting a client one early evening. He was on a two lane highway and a truck driver traveling in the oncoming lane fell asleep at the wheel and as Ben went around a curve in the road, the truck plowed right into his car, killing him instantly.

  To say it was a shock was a gross understatement. When isn’t a sudden and tragic death like that a shock?

  Kylie stumbled through the aftermath with her parents’ help. They took over the funeral arrangements and Kylie’s mother begged her to come home and stay with them for a while.

  But Kylie wanted to be alone. After the funeral, she sat in her house all alone every day. She sat on the sofa in the living room and looked at all the furniture and knick knacks that she and Ben had picked out together.

  Sometimes she sat on her bed and thought about all the wonderful moments they shared in that room. They had loved each other very much and sex had been sweetly passionate between them.

  In the kitchen, she sat at the table and remembered all the fun moments they had cooking together on weekends and then eating what they had cooked. Sometimes the results were excellent and other times the food ended up down the garbage disposal and a pizza had to be ordered.

  Kylie did nothing more than mope around the house for over two months after Ben’s funeral. She didn’t write, she didn’t clean the house, she didn’t call her friends. Whenever her parents called she told them everything was fine and she was all right. When Ben’s parents called she told them the same thing.

  She got up every morning, showered, and then made a pot of coffee. She had yogurt and granola for breakfast and then rinsed her dishes and put them in the dishwasher. She ran the dishwasher every three or four days and did her laundry every week.

  Kylie went to the grocery store weekly and picked up what she needed. She was eating mostly frozen meals that she could just nuke in the microwave.

  Her best friend, Cecelia, called her often and invited her to go out to lunch or shopping, but Kylie always declined. She wasn’t in the mood for shopping or socializing.

  Then one day she woke up, headed for the shower, and there was no water. Kylie sighed, went and tried the faucet at the sink. Nothing. She put her robe on and went to the kitchen. No water there either.

  She called the water company and listened to their lengthy message and finally was told to press zero to speak to a representative. The young ch
eerful voice came on the line asking how she could help.

  “Hi,” Kylie began. “Is the water company having some kind of problem? I’m not getting any water out of any of my faucets.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that,” the representative replied. “There’s no problem on our end; can you give me your account number and I’ll check and see if I can find out what the problem is?”

  “I’d have to find a bill; I don’t know my account number.”

  “Why don’t you just give me the name and address on the account? I should be able to find it that way.”

  Kylie gave her Ben’s name and the house address. When the representative came back on the line, she informed Kylie that the water had been cut off due to no payments having been made for more than two months.

  That was Kylie’s wake up call. She got the checkbook and took care of the bill over the phone. The representative told her the water would be turned on again by the end of the day.

  Next, Kylie went to the huge pile of mail and began sorting through it. The electric company was threatening to turn off service as well. So were cable, telephone, gas, and car insurance.

  Kylie made all the necessary calls and brought everything current over the phone. Then she got online and set up automatic payments from the checking account so this would not happen again.

  By mid-afternoon she was done and the water was back on. She took her shower and then began to assess her financial situation.

  There had been no life insurance. They hadn’t worried about it. They were young, healthy, and had fifty years or more of living left to do. Who needed life insurance?

  There had been a small insurance settlement from the accident. The trucking company whose driver had fallen asleep at the wheel had been small and was inadequately insured. They were now out of business.

  There was some savings and a small investment account. Certainly not enough for Kylie to live on. She would have to rely on her writing to make a living. It was all she knew. Kylie was thirty-four years old with no training for any other kind of job or profession.

  It took about eighteen months to slowly drain the savings account and the investment account. She needed to withdraw money every month to cover expenses that her writing income couldn’t pay for. Kylie tightened her budget. She wasn’t willing to give up the house, especially in this post housing crisis market. Besides, she liked her house and she had to live somewhere.

  Now, as she sat wondering how to increase her income, she decided to go online and do some research on best selling genres in ebooks.

  Romance was already up there; at or near the top of the best sellers. But when she looked at the subcategories of romance she found that erotica was at the very top. Of course, erotica had its own set of subcategories.

  At the top of those subcategories were books on spanking, domestic discipline, BDSM which seemed to mean any one or combination of bondage/discipline, dominant/submission, sado/masochism or slave/master. There were other subcategories as well.

  When Kylie looked at individual books and their ranking in the best seller lists of ebooks, they appeared to sell extremely well. Could she write books like that? She wasn’t sure.

  Her current books were gentle, soft romance. They were all about love, caring, and couples who respected each other. Yes, there was passion and some mild sex scenes, but she used soft words and euphemisms for certain body parts. Once it was clear that her characters were going to have sex, she ‘closed the bedroom door,’ and let her readers’ imaginations take them further.

  Kylie had never even read an erotic book. She knew they used more graphic descriptions and had some rough sex scenes, but she wasn’t into that and had never been interested in reading about it.

  However, if she could increase her sales, perhaps she could write an erotic romance. It would require further research. She went through the available books online and bought several of them. They were all downloaded instantly to her e-reader.

  She picked two books each featuring domestic discipline, spanking, and BDSM. One of each type was a short story and the other a full length novel.

  The rest of the day was spent reading them and making notes on whatever she came across that she didn’t understand or wanted to do more research about.

  The following day Kylie went online again and searched through the internet for blogs on these different lifestyles.

  She found she was most interested in dominance and submission; otherwise known as D/s. What made a person want to submit to another; to give a Dom complete control over your actions?

  Kylie signed up with a website that had personal ads listed. There were Doms looking for submissives, Masters looking for slaves, Mistresses looking for slaves, and of course, slaves looking for Mistresses or Masters, and subs looking for Doms.

  She answered ads from four different Doms looking for submissives. She was honest in her replies, saying that she was a writer and interested in research only, not in actually becoming a submissive.

  None of the ads answered and the next day, she picked out five others to reply to. When she received no reply on those, she thought that perhaps she shouldn’t be quite so honest.

  She picked out five new ads to respond to and this time she wrote that she was newly interested in becoming a sub and was looking for a Dom with enough patience to help her decide if this was indeed what she wanted and to train her properly.

  All five Doms replied and gave her their personal email addresses so they could communicate directly.

  Kylie quickly signed up for a new email address to use for replying. She answered each one, attached a picture of herself and asked for a picture of the Dom in return.

  She was surprised how quickly they all answered. By the end of the day she had answers from all of them and didn’t really think she wanted to meet any of them. Oh, they were handsome enough, and one of them claimed he was the perfect Dom for a new submissive. All of them expected her to come to their private residence so they could show her their dungeon or playroom and begin her training. She wasn’t willing to go to a stranger’s house at this point; the first meeting had to be in a public place.

  Then she received a reply from one of the very first Doms she had contacted. One with whom she had been honest with about doing research on the lifestyle. His name was Alex and he said he’d be happy to meet with her and tell her anything she wanted to know about Dom/sub relationships. He supplied his private email in his message to her.

  Kylie was excited now. She much preferred being honest and not having to pretend that she was interested in becoming a sub. She quickly sent a personal email to him, thanking him for his response and asking when and where they could meet.

  Alex replied about an hour later. We can meet tomorrow at my office. Be here at one o’clock. He gave the office address and his phone number in case she got lost.

  She thought it was odd that he didn’t ask if that time was convenient for her. It was more or less an order; be here at one.

  Kylie shrugged and thought that must be how Doms acted; as though they were in charge and had the authority to just announce when something would happen.

  She responded, agreeing to be at the address he had provided. “That will work for me. See you at one. Thanks.”

  Chapter Two

  Kylie dressed conservatively for her meeting with Alex. She wore a dark blue pant suit with a modest white blouse and two inch heels. She wore simple earrings and a gold necklace. She still wore her wedding band and she took it off now.

  Alex was the vice president of a large internet company and when Kylie got to the address he provided, she parked and went inside. There was a reception desk in the lobby and Kylie asked for Alex’s office.

  “He’s up on the fifth floor. His secretary is out to lunch right now so when you get up there just knock on his door.”

  “Thank you.” Kylie responded and walked to the elevator.

  On the fifth floor she stepped out into another reception area and there wa
s no one about. There was a desk with a computer and several folders spread out. She assumed this was the secretary’s desk. There was only one door to knock on. It didn’t have Alex’s name on it but it did say ‘Vice President’ on the nameplate. She knocked on the door.

  “Come in.”

  Kylie opened the door and stepped inside the office. The man behind the desk was on the phone. He looked up at her and raised his index finger as if to say, just a minute.

  She nodded. He gave her another look and held the phone away from his ear long enough to say. “Close the door.”

  Kylie did and then she stood there and looked at him while he continued his conversation. He was extremely good-looking. She’d even say hot.

  Alex had a strong jaw with a sexy cleft in his chin. Black hair pulled back in a short pony tail, and deep laugh lines around his eyes made her think he was in his late thirties or early forties. He had dark, deep set eyes and a commanding presence.

  She didn’t want him to think she was staring at him so she began looking around the room. The furnishings were very modern, mostly steel and wood. There were several abstract art pieces on the walls. Kylie didn’t know enough about art to tell if they were originals or copies.

  Again Alex held the phone away from his ear, looked at her, and said, “Be still.”

  Kylie frowned. What did he mean? She hadn’t said anything.

  “Stop fidgeting.” He commanded.

  She had not realized that she was fidgeting, but now that he had ordered her to stop, she remembered her habit of shifting from one foot to another. Kylie wasn’t one to stand still for very long.

  Finally he finished his call and hung up the phone. He rose from his chair, held out his hand for her to shake, and said, “I needed to take that call. Please come in and have a seat.”

  No apology for keeping her waiting or speaking so sharply to her when he ordered her to be still and stop fidgeting.