TouchofaDom

by Madeleine Oh

  Just as she was thinking she could take no more, he stopped. “Better take a rest, Adele, you’ve a lot more coming. Catch your breath.”

  She also flexed her shoulders, was that prohibited? Seemed not. “Good girl,” he said, “ease the tension before I give you more. In fact relax a bit, rest whilst I…” He pulled out the plug and she whimpered as it left her. It felt easier but she missed the invasion.

  “Complaining?” he asked. “Can’t have that. Keep position, head down and keep your arse in the air.”

  Not exactly comfortable but she guessed what was coming. More lubricant, a slap on her rump and her arse cheeks were parted. “Relax, Adele. If you don’t it will hurt and it’s going in. It has to. I want you ready for my cock by the time I’m ready to do you.”

  She relaxed, letting her shoulders sag into the floor as his hand parted her lower cheeks and the tip of the new plug pressed against her muscle. “Just a minute, please,” she said, remembering what a previous lover had taught her. Hoping Branko permitted it, she pressed back against the plug as she relaxed her muscle.

  “Very good, Adele.” His hand on the small of her back steadied her as she continued to press back and he pushed in. In a moment it was past her muscle and the rest of it came home. This one was bigger. Much bigger, and as he gave it a final shove she cried out.

  “Good. Ten minutes, twenty maybe and you’ll take me all the way. Looking forward to it are you, Adele?”

  She couldn’t lie even if she wanted to. “Yes. I enjoy feeling filled and used like this.”

  “I am so glad, my dear, as your arse is so inviting. All nicely plugged and getting prepared. Now, a change of position is needed. Listen carefully. If you get this wrong, I will take off my belt. Look up, see that chair over there?”

  “The yellow one?”

  “That’s it. I want you to crawl over there, staying on all fours, and don’t you dare let the plug pop out. Understand?”

  “Yes.” Understanding directions wasn’t the same as actually managing to follow them.

  “Once there, place your arms on the seat of the chair and brace yourself. Do your shoulders still hurt?”

  “Yes, but it’s eased off.” In fact the pressure in her arse pretty much overshadowed the sting in her shoulders.

  “Can’t let that happen, can I?” She took that as rhetorical. “All right then. Get moving.”

  In what fiendish recesses of his mind did he come up with these ideas? Moving on her knees wasn’t the problem, but moving while keeping her arsehole plugged was. If she clenched her muscles too much she risked expelling it and if not enough, damn, the same thing would happen.

  She made her way very slowly, knowing he was watching her every movement. Probably hoping she’d lose the damn plug so he’d have the fun of going at her with his belt, but she made it and took up position, forearms braced on the seat.

  He hadn’t said a single word the whole time she’d been crawling, but as she shut her eyes to help herself relax, he started whistling.

  Whistling! What the heck was that about? An attempt to throw her off-kilter, no doubt.

  It almost worked.

  Just as she was waiting for him to say something, anything, Branko kissed her left shoulder, letting his lips press against her sweaty skin.

  “Adele, my dear, you taste of glorious submission. Will you give me permission to flog you some more? Your body was made for this.”

  What made him so damn certain? “Adele?” he repeated. “I asked a question. Do I have your permission?” Why didn’t he just go ahead and lay into her? Because part of the play was making her speak and to agree.

  “I give my permission, Branko.”

  He had to have had the flogger poised and ready. She’d barely spoken when it came down on her shoulders, harder than before but in a slower rhythm, giving her time between strokes to absorb the sensation. Her mind was caught up in the ache on her shoulders and the wild and impossible throbbing in her cunt. All combining and adding to the impressions clouding her mind.

  She was moaning steadily now. He hadn’t told her to be silent so she let her cries add to the swish of the flogger in the air around her and the sound of suede on willing flesh.

  She was part of a symphony of hurt and pleasure, fear was gone, dread no longer existed, all she knew were the thrills in her body and her longing for more and more.

  She whimpered with disappointment when he eased the flogging, slowing until he was just stroking her skin.

  “No,” she moaned. “Don’t stop. I want more, much more.”

  “You’ll get more. Another day, right now—”

  Adele yelped as he picked her up and as good as tossed her on the bed. She was bent over the foot of the bed, damn plug still in place. “Why did you stop?”

  “Impudent girl!” He slapped her arse. Twice. “You get what I give you, not what you want. Understand?” His rough tone sent a deeper thrill down into her cunt. “You wait there and don’t you dare move or I’ll tie your hands and leave them like that all night.”

  He’d leave her like this? Yes, he would. Better not move anything no matter how much she longed to rub her clit against the bedclothes. Adele waited, listening as he moved. Getting a condom, most likely. She pictured him rolling the thin latex down his lovely cock, smoothing the wrinkles out, getting ready to thrust into her arse. He’d have to take out the plug. Would he ease it or perhaps twist it, teasing her as it left, or just yank it out as roughly as he’d shoved it in?

  He returned, his hand resting on the small of her back, gently pressing her down into the mattress. “Adele, you listen well and seems you know how to obey. Is it desire to please me or because you want a nice hard buggering?”

  What a question? “Both. I want you to fuck me but if it makes you happy, that’s good too.”

  He laughed. Laugh? He bloody well cackled. “It is, isn’t it? You’d rather I fucked you than left you hanging but maybe it would be good for you. It might teach you self-control and a little much-needed self-discipline.”

  She’d better keep quiet. Saying what she thought right now might not be a good move. Her naked arse must be quite enticing but not enticing enough it seemed and she was in dire need. “Branko, please.”

  “Please what, my dear?” Was he going to make her beg? Most likely.

  “Please what, my dear?”

  “Please fuck me.”

  “Fuck you where? Your luscious cunt, you lovely mouth or…” He twisted the plug, pulling it out just a smidgen before shoving it back in place. “Right here, in your so very tempting, tight arse?”

  “Please, bugger me.” He’d told her she’d be begging him for it and damn, she was.

  “Oh!” His feigned surprise was so transparent she had to smile. “Is that what you need? Why didn’t you mention it sooner, my dear? Of course, I’ll be happy to fuck your arse. I think you might be ready by now, don’t you?”

  He hardly needed to ask. “Yes. Please, Branko.” She waggled her ass as she replied and got a slap as a result. As the sting faded, he parted her arse cheeks and very slowly eased out the plug.

  “Breathe and relax,” he told her. “This may take some time.”

  It took bloody forever as he eased it out, twisting as he did but moving so slowly it seemed he’d take until morning. “Patience,” he told her when she moaned, “or I’ll ram it back in and leave it there until breakfast.”

  Another slow breath as she made herself relax and wait. Forced herself to be passive as the plug moved, millimeter by sensitive millimeter, a twist here and tug there, until she felt real pressure against her muscle. It had been in so long, her body wouldn’t release it. “Relax,” he told her. “Let it go or you won’t get my cock.”

  Did he think she was holding it in on purpose? “I’m trying.”

  “Not enough!” He slapped her hard and, as she groaned, out came the plug and he gave her another slap on the other side. “For luck,” he said with a laugh. “I love to see you redden
up, but enough of that. Time now for what I promised.” He parted her arse cheeks but this time it was the end of his cock that pressed against her. She called out his name as he pressed harder. “Let me in, dear. You need this so much.”

  He wasn’t kidding. Her clit was so aroused it hurt. “Hang on a minute.” She pressed back against him.

  “Good,” he told her. “Keep going, you have to take all of me, not just the tip. This will be a total buggering.”

  “Please.” It was almost a whine but they pushed together and he was past her tight muscle. He paused, holding her hips steady as she relaxed. “Good, let it all go, Adele, all the tension and the worry. At this moment, all you want or need is my hard cock penetrating you, buggering you.” As he spoke, he pressed gently and slowly, going deeper and deeper until he yanked her hips toward him and he was home.

  Adele screamed, couldn’t help it. It was so wonderful. She was taken, filled, used and her mind went into a wild spin of need, desire and euphoria as he began pumping, marking her with his cock. She cried out with utter pleasure. Her cunt came alive, her clit throbbing with need and her rising climax. She was yelling, calling his name, shouting the pleasure he gave her as he impaled her on his cock.

  Her yells echoed off the ceiling and seemed to reverberate from the walls. This was so utterly and fantastically wonderful. Seemed he fucked her forever, she forgot time, no longer knew where she was. All she knew was his cock fucking her, taking her, pleasuring her. “I’m coming!” she screamed.

  “Then come,” he shouted back. “Come for me, Adele, come!”

  She came with a great cry as he continued to work her with his cock.

  As her climax faded, he came, pressing harder and deeper than before, taking her up again until she climaxed a second time and collapsed on the bed, the weight of his body covering her, enfolding her in his embrace as he whispered, “You’re wonderful.”

  “So are you.” She barely had breath or energy to say it but she managed.

  He moved, slipping out of her, and somehow they both crawled onto the bed and under the covers. Her body throbbed and ached and thrilled as her climax eased and she closed her eyes, nestling against him.

  “Did I please you?” he asked. “Was that what you needed?”

  “Oh, Branko, yes.”

  He curled up beside her. “Good. I’ll do that to you again and again.”

  She hoped so.

  * * * * *

  Branko opened his eyes and stared first at the ceiling, then turned to look at Adele, warm by his side. Something deep in him stirred, and it wasn’t just his cock. She was magical. No other word for her. Beautiful, her face still flushed from lovemaking and her lips parted as she breathed gently. He wasn’t sure he knew the right word to describe her as a lover. Submissive didn’t tell the half of it. Yes, she was submissive and stirred every Dominant fiber in his being but she was so much more. Driven might be a good description and therein lay the rub. He’d as good as promised her Luc would use his contacts to help her out and now he was going to have to make good on it.

  He hoped to heaven he didn’t let her down.

  And wondered anew what she’d done to him that he felt this desperate need not only to stand tall in her eyes but to help her in her search. He was a fool. Maybe. Still best see if Maitre Poulain could do something. None of them needed legal trouble but the threat of the ordonnance restrictive pretty much implied her father was alive and dammit, Adele had a right to know the man who’d sired her, even if he was a reclusive arsehole.

  She stirred beside him and smiled before she’d even opened her eyes. Seemed he’d pleased her last night.

  “Good morning.”

  Her smile broadened and her gorgeous blue eyes lit up as they met his. She was so beautiful, face still flushed from lovemaking, hair all over the place after sleep and those incredible eyes, still brimming with sexy promise.

  “Good morning to you, Branko. I don’t think I’ve ever woken up feeling so wonderful. Even if my arse is still a bit sore.”

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “Good Lord, no!” She sat up and flexed her shoulders. “You laid it on hard, didn’t you?”

  “Too hard?” He so hoped not.

  “Just right.” Her smile pretty much underlined the truth in her words. “The sort of hurt that feels incredible at the time and quite wonderful the next morning.” She kissed him.

  Really kissed him, there was nothing submissive or tentative the way her mouth opened and took his. And darn it, he’d give back as good as or better than she gave. He wanted her, all ways and everywhere and his cock hardened at the prospect. He rubbed against her and she sighed. It wasn’t need exactly, it sounded almost regretful.

  “Branko,” she said, lifting her mouth a little, “you used me up last night. I can’t take any more for a while.”

  “Not even if it’s a nice, sweet vanilla fuck?”

  Her eyes widened. “You’re serious?’

  “Indeed, I am. Do you think I only know how to arouse you by spanking?”

  “Branko, you arouse me by being in the same room.”

  For that, she deserved his very best efforts. “Let’s see what I can do to take care of that problem.”

  “I don’t see it as a problem.”

  She seemed set to answer him back all morning. Best way to put a stop to that was to kiss her. Rolling her on her back, he pinned her down with his leg across her thighs. She chuckled under his mouth. Quite how she managed that, he didn’t know but it was so damn sexy, he kissed her harder. As she wrapped her arms around him, he cupped her breast, stroking and teasing and, just for luck, gave her nipple a little tweak.

  She yelped, but responded by breaking the kiss and licking up and down his neck, ending with a little nip just above his collarbone.

  “Coquinne!” he muttered, going for the other breast. God! They were so warm and smooth and abundant. He stroked one then the other as she murmured something that sounded like “more”. His hand went lower, stroking circles on her lovely belly before he moved his leg. He wasn’t going to let her go anywhere but he so wanted to play her cunt.

  She had other ideas. Once her legs were free she rolled on her side and reached for his cock.

  “You are lovely,” she told him, as her fingers traced up one side and down the other. He hardened even more under her touch and when one finger pressed gently on the sensitive underside, he pulled her hand away.

  “Very nice, my dear, but I don’t want to end everything before you’re hot and ready.”

  “I’m pretty close to that now,” she said, with a quite alluring smirk. “I told you that being in the same room with you gets me going.”

  “That’s what I like to hear. I want you always hot for me, Adele.” He cupped her bush. “You said you used to shave down here.”

  “I said I did it once. It was fiddly doing it and itched like nobody’s business growing back.”

  “So.” His fingers tunneled through her dark hair. “No shaving for me? Not even to please me?”

  “Are you serious, Branko?” Not really, but she hadn’t outright refused.

  “What if I were?” His finger parted her outer lips and he stroked the soft pink within. She was aroused, no mistaking that.

  She sighed. It was do darn sexy. “Don’t ask me to do that, please.”

  “Very well.” It wasn’t one of his fetishes, but she was fun to tease. “I’ll just spank you whenever I feel the need.”

  Her hips jerked and, in an instant, she was wetter than before.

  “Branko,” she whimpered as he tapped her clit. “You’re killing me.”

  “On the contrary, I’m making you come alive. You need another good, hard fuck and soon. If you deserve it, I’ll give you just that.” He eased a finger inside her, then three.

  She gasped. “That’s good!” His thumb played her clit. “Wonderful!”

  He pulled out his hand and she cried, “Don’t!”

  “I have to, to make room
for my cock. You do want my cock, don’t you?”

  “Yes!”

  “Good, put your hands over your head and leave them there.”

  “I thought you said this was a ‘vanilla’ fuck!”

  “It is, otherwise they’d be tied over your head. Now get in position, hands high, legs wide and I’ll be there in a jiffy.”

  A “jiffy” was as long as it took to roll on a condom.

  He settled between her legs, his arms flexed. She wanted to touch him and told him so. “You may touch me,” he said. “But not now. Wait until you feel my cock filling you up. Understood?”

  “Yes!”

  She was in such need and he loved to watch her face as she forced herself to lie still and wait. She was aroused and wanting and…hell, so was he. Positioning himself over her, he rubbed his cock between her pussy lips. She was slick and warm as he moved his hips and pressed the tip of his cock against her cunt opening.

  “Please,” she whimpered. “Please, Branko.” She kept her hands still but brought her hips up to meet him and he entered her, deep and hard as she closed around him like a sweet, soft glove.

  Her legs came up to his hips and she held him tight.

  Nothing submissive about her here and it was so wonderful.

  She called out, “Branko!” as he started pumping. He was driving into her with all his force and strength.

  She was screaming now, yelling, shouting. He sensed the rising tension in her body and drove into her even faster. Angling himself to go in deeper, to touch the very heart of her cunt and as she called his name and shouted her passion, she came.

  Now it was his turn. As if remembering she could move them, she placed her arms around him. He was anchored to her by her arms and legs and he loved it. She gave another sexy chuckle and her lips on his neck tipped him over the edge. He came with a shout and collapsed on her. He tried to move. “I’m too heavy,” he said.

  “No. I like to feel you on me. It’s so sexy and you’re still hard. I want you to stay.”