by Brie Paisley
Just as I start to break every rule I’ve been taught, his left hand reaches out, connecting with the underside of my breast. Seeing his identical band to mine, I suck in a breath, as his touch begins to register. It’s gentle, as if he’s teasing me or testing me. Honestly, it’s probably a bit of both.
“Just so we’re clear,” he states, as his hand cups my breast. “It is my job to push your limits.” Sucking in a harsh breath, he takes my nipple in-between his fingertips, pinching and twisting it. “It’s my job, as your Dom, to make you high on lust. I’m the one who will make your pussy wet with need, so much so, that you’ll beg me to let you come.” His words register, but the pleasure he’s giving me, over shadows what he’s actually saying. He must know, because suddenly, his touch is gone, and he harshly claims, “I will play with you however I want, so I can fully please us both.”
Fuck. Me.
He heard the conversation between Kendra and I at the wedding. It’s the only explanation, as to why he’s telling me this. A wave of guilt flows through me, not only because at that moment, I was confused, but I thought he was playing me. How was I to know that it would lead to this right now? How did I know what he wanted?
Jerking my gaze up, I know I might regret this decision later. However, he needs to know keeping me in the dark is not going to work. His eyes narrow, as if he’s daring me to disobey the unspoken command.
Clenching my jaw, I lick my lips, before stating, “For the record, sir.” I sarcastically spit out. “I didn’t know eavesdropping on a private conversation was going to be thrown back in my face.” Sucking in a deep breath, I finish my peace, “And just so you know, I did think you were toying with me. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, and yes, I was confused about the hot and cold act. So, I think for future mishaps, we should communicate more.”
My heart pounds rapidly in my chest, as I notice his jaw clenching. Fuck. Did I just over step my boundaries? Have I pushed too far to fast? The air in my apartment turns tense as hell, and I fear I’ve pissed him off. I probably should’ve kept my mouth shut, but I had to say something. I’ve never been the type to just leave things alone, and I worry this will be the one time I wish I had.
But all my worries and doubts turn to liquid, as he demands, “Bedroom. Now.”
I do as ordered without any hesitation whatsoever, feeling as if I’ve pushed him too far, and now, I’m about to suffer the consequences. Opening the door to my bedroom, I sense him right on my heels. A part of me wants to put on the brakes, so we can calmly talk about this, but then, there is the other part.
The part that really, and I mean really, wants to find out what’s about to happen.
Not knowing what he’s about to do is so thrilling, so I push out the rational side of my brain. Plus, there will be plenty of other times to talk about things.
Jumping, as he slams the door shut, I realize maybe we won’t make it past this one night. It’ll be a shame to miss out, but I stand by my choice to speak without permission. I have to hold onto some sort of defiance, or I risk losing myself to him completely. Standing face first towards the end of my bed, I wait for what’s to come next. I refuse to back down or apologize.
“Face me,” he barks out loudly, and I do so, making sure to drop my gaze. “Look up at me, Trixie.”
Swallowing hard, I slowly do, afraid of what I might see. As our gaze locks, I lose my breath. Those intense, green eyes hold me captive, as I work through what he’s showing me. Surprise, lust, hunger, and appreciation shine back at me. Just as I realize what’s going on here, he takes one step towards me.
He’s utterly magnificent, as I notice pride and lust in his gaze, but before I can even think my next thought, his hand wraps around my neck, bringing me to his lips.
His kiss is so hard and demanding, but yet, his tongue is gentle, as it caresses mine. All I can do is let him lead, because there is no other option. I want him to lead, and I want his control. As he tilts my head how he wants, his tongue dives deeper into my mouth, instantly bringing my body alive.
Using his other hand, I moan, as he places it on my lower back, pulling me closer to him. I feel his hard cock against my stomach, and it clenches with a sudden urge to come. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want him. I’ve never needed a release as much as I do right this very moment.
Just as I’m about to wrap my arms around him, he breaks our kiss. The hand around my neck slowly let’s go, as it moves to my swollen lips. Our panting is the only sound in the room, before he finally claims, “Even though you were right to disobey me, I have to punish you now.” I can’t hide my excitement, and of course, Sebastian notices. As he uses his thumb to trace over my bottom lip, his eyes seem to light up, as he says, “You want that, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir. Please,” I groan out. Just thinking about it, makes my pussy throb, so I know I’ll enjoy it. Yes, it’s a punishment, but is it really, when it’ll bring me pleasure?
“Good,” he says, with delight in his voice. “That’s what I want, too,” he claims, as his hand on my back brings me closer once more. “Turn around.”
With shaky legs, I turn, licking my lips, as I do so. Keeping my gaze on the headboard, Sebastian uses one hand to run it down my stomach, as the other is around my neck once more.
Leaning back against him, I turn my head towards him, as he states, “It turns you on, knowing I’m going to punish you.” The hand that’s on my stomach slides down with each word, as his hand around my neck slowly tightens. “I bet your pussy is soaked just thinking about it. I bet it’s dripping, thinking about how I’m going to make you beg to come. I’m hard thinking about how red your ass is about to be.”
Moaning, as he pushes his hard cock into my ass, I almost start begging right then and there. Even if he’s barely touched me, he’s right. I’m so ready for him to touch my aching pussy, and to finally claim me for his own. In the back of my mind, I fear after tonight, I’ll never be the same, but all the lust and desire I feel, push that fear away.
Sebastian’s hand slowly slides down into my thong, and my heart begins to race, as I wait for the first touch. The moment seems suspended in time, as if someone is slowing things down on purpose. I’m so far gone into him that I don’t care what’s happening, as long as he follows through.
“Once I’m done with you, milyy pitomets, you’ll beg me to do this again and again.” He claims in a harsh tone, as two fingers slide inside my pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, knowing he’s right once more.
Hearing his panting mixed with mine, I know he’s turned on just as much as me. It’s not hard to miss, especially since his erection is still pressed against me, giving me a preview of what’s to come. “Goddamn, you feel so good,” he breathes heavily into my ear, as he thrusts his fingers deep inside of me.
With each hard thrust, I suck in a breath, using him to help me stay upright. His grip around my neck pulses at the same time his fingers slide back in, and it’s the most erotic feeling. I know he could lose control, and end up hurting me badly, but I trust he won’t. What he’s doing to me, feels too good for either of us to stop.
Especially, when his thumb grazes my clit, making me call out his name again and again.
“Don’t you dare come,” he demands, and I nod, unknowing if I can hold off. My orgasm is already on the verge of taking control over me, but I’ll try to keep my control, too. It’s not like he’s making it easy on me either. God, those fingers know exactly what they’re doing, as his thumb touches my clit just enough to try and send me over the edge.
I know he’s testing me again.
Instead of getting frustrated, I let him take full control over me and my body. The pleasure he’s giving me outshines the need to do anything else. It’s freeing, giving up control. It’s liberating, knowing that he’s going to do anything he wants just to please me.
I get it now what Kendra told me once, during one of our sessions. “Subs might be submissive, Trixie, but we h
old all the power. Our Dom’s will do anything and everything to please us, taking us as high as we want to go.”
What she said never really made sense at the time, because I always assumed Dom’s controlled everything. But now? Now, I fully grasp what she meant. Yes, Sebastian is controlling me, my body, my orgasm, and how he wants to move forward. However, he’s doing all of this to satisfy my every need. If I wanted things to stop, I know all I have to do is say stop.
We should probably talk about safe words.
As soon as that thought crosses my mind, Sebastian stops. His fingers don’t leave my soaking wet pussy, but instead, his fingers still, as he states, “I’m supposed to be punishing you.” His grip on my throat tightens, as he claims, “I can’t seem to help myself.”
Hearing that, makes my stomach clench hard, needing a release. Taking a risk, I open my eyes, and then look up at him. The moment I do, he huskily says, “You’re already becoming an addiction.”
The words leave his mouth, and a second later, he’s claiming mine. Moaning, as he does so, I try to hold still, but knowing his fingers are still inside of me, I begin to rotate my hips. Thankfully, Sebastian begins to move again, even harder than before.
With every dip of his tongue, his fingers thrust deep inside of me.
With every thrust of his fingers, his thumb hits my clit over and over.
My entire body feels as if it’s burning from the inside out, getting ready to combust. He’s sending me into sensory overload, with his taste invading my mouth, and all the while, his fingers continue to thrust deep inside of me. Pulling away from his addictive mouth, I do exactly, as he stated I would.
I start to beg.
“Please, Sebastian. Please let me come.”
He smirks, as if he likes the sound of my begging. Just as I think he’s going to give me permission, he stops, and then he leaves me completely. He doesn’t bother to give me a chance to catch my next breath, before commanding, “Lie face down on the bed.”
Sucking in a deep breath, I try to calm down. My orgasm was right there on the edge. All I needed was one final push, before I fell off the cliff.
That’s probably why he stopped.
Getting into the position he wants, I turn my head, admiring him behind me. My heart is still pounding in my chest, and my pussy is starting to throb from the lack of release. As I lay in the middle of my bed, I wait for what he’s about to do. Is this where my punishment begins?
The excitement is thrilling.
The anticipation makes me crave him even more.
Licking my lips, he moves, so I can fully see him, standing at the foot of my bed. He doesn’t utter a word or even blink, as he undoes his tie. Panting heavily, I wonder what he’s going to do with that tie. I have a guess, and I almost slip out and ask for it. Clenching my jaw, I remind myself not to get ahead of him. The last thing I want is to piss him off, and then him leave me with this burning need.
Once he’s free of his tie, those green eyes flare with hunger. It’s different this time, but I’m not sure why. The look is raw, as if he needs to do whatever he’s about to. Sucking in a breath, I realize there is desperation in his gaze, too. It quickly disappears, as if I imagined it, but I know what I saw.
“Get up on your knees,” he demands, and I quickly do so, but this time, I gaze forward. Whatever is about to happen, he needs this, and maybe, even possibly more than I do. “Lean your chest down onto the bed, and then place your hands behind your back.”
Swallowing hard, I do so, and as soon as my hands are where he wants, I feel the bed dip, and the tie being wrapped around my wrists. Turning my head to the side, so I’m more comfortable, my pussy clenches with every tug of the tie. Once he’s happy with his placement, I lick my lips. I’m guessing he’s done this a time or two, since his tie isn’t too tight, but I can’t break free either.
Feeling his hand lightly sliding down the back of my thigh, taking my thong along the way, he asks, “Where are your toys?”
“Bedside table, top drawer,” I instantly reply. I should’ve known answering those very intimate questions on the form he gave me a few weeks ago to get into his club was going to come back to bite me in the ass. But I didn’t even hesitate to answer them, because I’ve never been ashamed to be open about my sexuality.
Now, I regret doing so. I should’ve known Sebastian would personally read what I filled out. Had I known I was being interviewed for his sub, I might have answered differently.
Watching, as he opens my drawer, my face flames, wondering what he thinks about my collection of sex toys. I’ve always enjoyed sex, even if I could never find the right partner.
Sebastian doesn’t show a hint of what’s going through his mind, as he finally decides on the toy he wants, and once he has it, he smirks, and then slowly turns towards me. “I’m going to have fun with you.”
Swallowing, my breath hitches, realizing which one he chose. It’s one of my favorites, mainly because it’s powerful and gets the job done quickly. Why did he have to pick that one? God, I’m going to come in seconds, if he uses it.
He takes the small, bullet shaped vibrator, and then quickly makes his way out of my sight. I begin to squirm, waiting impatiently for him to start, but I’m realizing Sebastian never rushes. He’s so controlled, and I believe he likes making me wait.
“Remember what I told you, Trixie. Do not come, until I allow it.”
Fuck, the tone of his voice is so demanding and filled with excitement. I don’t answer, but instead, I nod my head, knowing he’ll see it. However, I can’t control the racing of my heart, or the clenching of my stomach. My pussy throbs, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from begging him to do something.
Jumping at the sound of the small vibrator being turned on, I push out a breath, as my entire body tenses up. “Relax, milyy pitomets,” he says in a gentle voice. I try to do as I’m told, but I have a hint of what he’s about to do. I’m too close to the edge, fighting with myself on what I need, and what I’m commanded to do.
I clench my fists, trying to get a hold over my own body. It’s like I don’t have a shred of control over it, and Sebastian must sense it. A hand is suddenly on my thigh, slowly moving up towards my ass. The touch calms me somewhat, but in the end, it only makes me want more and more. It’s like I’ve become addicted to everything he’s been doing to me, and I crave it.
I don’t ever want him to stop, and he hasn’t even begun to show me what he can do.
After a few more moments of his gentle petting, I close my eyes and sigh. The instant that I do, I hear a loud smack on my ass. The pain doesn’t register at first, but when it does, I’m shocked at how much I like it.
He does it again to my other cheek, and once his hand connects with my ass, he rubs the sting away. I thought I was ready for him before, but now, I’m willing to do anything for him to let me come. My entire body feels alive, burning from the inside out, as he continues to spank me. Every single time his hand delivers, I moan, and then arch my back, silently begging for more.
“Sebastian, please,” I call out with a breathy moan.
His answer is another blow, as he states, “It makes my cock hard, hearing you beg.” Smack. “You’re testing my control, Trixie.” Smack. “Fuck, your ass is such a pretty shade of pink.” Smack, smack.
I can’t utter a word, other than another moan, as he continues to punish me over and over again. His blows are starting to become more frequent and faster, landing on my ass. I’m not sure how much longer I can handle this. I need a release, and I need something more. Not to mention, it’s starting to hurt, since my cheeks are so sensitive.
Suddenly, his punishment stops, and all I can hear is my panting, and the sound of the vibrator. I know he’s still behind me, since I feel his pants, brushing against my leg. A few moments later, his hand is back to rubbing my ass gently. I don’t stop myself from moving my ass closer, greedy for his touch.
His touch slowly moves away from my ass to my back, and
I arch to the sensation. Just as I relax and close my eyes, Sebastian uses that moment to bring the vibrator to my swollen clit. “Fuck,” I yell, and instantly jump away from the jolt.
His hand on my back presses down, as he commands, “Stay still.”
I groan, knowing this was his plan all along. I’m so wound up and so sensitive. It’s hard to stay still and take what he’s making my body feel, but I know he’s doing it for a reason. At the same time, as the vibrator hums loudly, I worry the pleasure is too much. I need a release so badly, and my legs begin to shake. “Please, please, please,” I cry out, hoping he’ll give me permission to let go.
“Nyet,” he harshly says, and I’ve heard Ava say that word so many times to her kids, that I know what it means. No. Even if he won’t give me permission, my body has other plans. My hips take over, as they rotate, and I push back, trying to get more out of the vibrator. “Stay still and take it,” he claims, with a loud smack on my ass.
But I can’t stop.
I’m so far gone into reaching what my body craves, and I’m too close to go back now. As my legs shake, my stomach clenches, and the rush of pleasure finally sends me over the edge. Relief surges through my veins, as my orgasm takes control, and I let out a loud moan. Sebastian doesn’t ease up, and the vibrations only heighten it. Wave after wave of pleasure, pulses throughout my entire body, and all I can do is ride them.
Once it seems my orgasm has finally finished, Sebastian takes the vibrator away. Breathing harshly, I try to catch my breath, as he takes a hold of my ankles, pulling them towards him. The motion brings me down onto my stomach, as his hands run up my legs, and then he pushes my left one up. Once he has me positioned how he wants, both of his hands run up my body, and they only stop, when one is grasping a handful of my hair.
