Big Bad Doms Box Set (BDSM Romance)

by Edward Tailor

  Taking a deep breath, she pondered how best to answer him. “I am happy Master. You are the only man who has ever given me exactly what I need. I wish to continue how we are, if that pleases you Master.” Her voice remained strong, despite the overriding fear that he was getting ready to free her. Elizabeth had heard whispers about Michael soon after he became her Dom. Rumors that he never kept one submissive long, that he used them up then found another. She knew another ‘meet and greet’ was planned for next month, and she feared this was ‘the talk’ the other subs had warned her about. Her heart beginning to shatter, she hid all emotion from her face, knowing how much he hated scenes like this.

  “Good, then we shall continue just as we are. Put on the violet thong Princess, I want a drink.”

  Letting out the breath she didn't even realize she was holding she smiled and jumped down off the table. It was rare that he wanted to do anything but be in the black room with her, so going out to the main part of the Dungeon was a special treat. “Yes Master!” Grabbing the thong and stepping into it, she waited for him to clip her cuffs together.

  “Remember Princess, eyes down and you speak to others only with my permission. Are we clear?

  “Yes Master,” she nodded her head and smiled.

  As he opened the door, he snagged a leash off the wall and clipped it to her cuffs. Leading her out of the room, she was aware of the fact that with her arms cuffed in front of her, her breasts were pushed out and smashed together. Walking behind Michael, he led her to the large bar area. Ordering a beer for himself and ice water for her, he tipped the glass to her lips. The cool liquid quenched her thirst as he wiped a few drops off her lips with his thumb.

  Michael, sat at the bar, striking up a conversation with another Dom. Not really paying much attention to the conversation, Elizabeth's ears perked up when she heard the other Dom mention sampling her sometime. Her body stilled completely. This was something she’d never discussed with Master. Although she was Michael’s exclusively, she wasn’t collared. Daring to glance at his face, she caught him frowning at her and immediately lowered her eyes again.

  “Sorry George,” Michael told him in with a tone of voice she'd never heard before. It was possessive – deadly. “I don't share my toys, never learned how in kindergarten I suppose.” Standing, he pulled on her leash. “Come Princess, time to play some more.”

  Following him back to the black room with red lighting, she felt only relief.

  “I'm disappointed Princess, I thought you had better control. You looked at me after I gave you a specific order. So, I think we should work on that. Up on the table Princess, arms over your head, legs hanging off the side.”

  “Yes Master.” Climbing onto the table, she raised her arms and let her legs hang, opening her wide to his gaze.

  Clipping her wrists to the bar at the top of the table, he bent down and shackled her ankles to the metal legs. Walking back to the cabinet, he brought out a magic wand and a large vibrator. Sliding a finger into her wet pussy, he was pleased to see her ready for him. Sitting down on the table between her legs, he ran a finger under her ass, slipping it into her tight back hole. Turning on the magic wand, he set it at medium speed and pressed it right onto her clit.

  Gasping loudly when the wand hit her, she arched off the table.

  Rubbing the wand mercilessly across her swollen nub, he pushed the vibrator into her pussy, turning it to the high setting. Looking down at her face he raised a brow. “You do not have permission to come Princess.”

  Sweat broke out on her skin, the sensations so alive and real, she knew if she came without her Master's permission he would be angry. Concentrating on breathing the way he taught her, she looked at the ceiling, counting the tiles.

  “Look at me Princess, only me.” When their eyes collided, he grinned, his whole face changing in appearance. A younger very handsome face stared back at her. “You can try to prolong it Princess, but I know you want to come. You feel the vibe inside you and the wand on your clit. Your whole pussy is turning red, filling with blood. You want to keep the vibe inside you but, you need to come.”

  “Yes Master I need to come. Please may I come for you?”

  “No. you haven't earned it yet Princess. You disappointed me when you looked at me while at the bar. Did the idea of me sharing you repulse, or excite you?”

  Looking into his beautiful eyes she answered him. “It repulsed me Master, the idea of his hands on me.” Trying to concentrate on his words and not on what he was doing with her clit, she closed her eyes.

  Adjusting the wand, he turned up the speed and started moving the vibe back and forth inside her. Elizabeth’s body shook with the need to come as Michael continued to question her. “Princess we never discussed whether or not it's one of my desires to share your body with someone. Maybe now is a good time. What are your feelings on the subject? Keep in mind of course it’s my choice that matters the most.”

  The words were choking her. She was not sure she could be shared. She had never been one of those women who wanted a threesome, although she had received many offers over the years. Elizabeth really just preferred the one on one actions of her and her Master, no matter who held the title at the time. “Master... I would have to say, if it wouldn’t displease you... that being shared is a hard limit.” Her body was so primed and over-stimulated; she had to fist her hands in an effort not to come.

  “Come now.” His words sent her screaming over the edge of the abyss of sheer pleasure. Her cunt tightened around the vibe while the wand remained on her clit. Her juices squirted out covering the toys and his hand. Pulling his finger out of her ass and both toys from her soaked pussy, he washed them in the sink, leaving her on the table, to float back from the high he’d sent her to.

  Walking back over to the table, he unclasped her legs and wrists, massaging both as he did so. “You pleased me well with your answers Princess. It just so happens, I don’t want to share your body with anyone. Clean yourself up. I will be calling you again soon.” In seconds he was out the metal door and gone from the dungeon.

  Chapter Three

  Something had changed in Michael. He never kept the same submissive for more than a year, usually not even that long. His level of boredom grew with each encounter until he just freed them and found someone new, yet he had no desire to free Elizabeth. She was the perfect sub. After that bit of a rocky start in the beginning as they got to know each other, things had finally smoothed over and he couldn't have asked for a better pet. He certainly knew more about her than he had any of the other subs he’d had over the years. He knew about her job, how stressful it was being a lawyer. He knew her favorite color was green. In fact, he’d bet his last dollar that he could make her come better than any man she’d ever been with.

  Heading into the club on a hot Friday night, he knew tonight was the ‘meet and greet’ party. He had chosen to meet Elizabeth on this night for a very specific reason. He needed to know if she wanted to be free to choose another Master. Michael knew she always had the freedom to do that, he just hoped she was happy with him. He didn’t think he’d ever find someone as good for him as she was, nor would he ever find anyone else like her.

  Strolling into the Black Room, he was pleased to see her kneeling with her long blond hair bound at the nape of her neck. “Stand Princess and let me inspect you.”

  As she rose for his inspection, she was barely holding on to what little nerves she had left. Her eyes cast downward, arms behind her head; her heart was beating out of her chest. Why would he want to meet with her tonight of all nights? Maybe, it was true, all the rumors she’d heard about him. Maybe he was getting ready to free her to find another Master. If that's what was about to happen, she would resign her membership to the dungeon and never come back. Elizabeth couldn't imagine letting another man touch her, not after Michael. No, she’d already decided. If he set her free, she was done with this lifestyle for good. Standing there as he walked around her, she lost herself, forgetting to brea
the.

  “Very nice Princess.” Cupping her breast, he twisted her nipple, making her gasp. His hand skimmed down her stomach and he slid a finger in her pussy. Surprised to find her not as wet as she usually was, he took a step back and looked at her. His arms crossed while he tapped his chin and he tilted his head. “Princess, you’re not wet. Are you unwell today?”

  “No Master, I am not ill.”

  “Are you not happy to see me then? Is there something on your mind you wish to discuss?”

  “Permission to speak Master,” she asked him, her eyes still downcast.

  “Speak Princess.”

  So completely terrified that he was about to turn her loose, the idea of not seeing him made her heart break and her words rush out of her mouth before she could stop them. “Master I'm afraid. I know that tonight is the ‘meet and greet.’ It's been almost a year since we met and I became yours. I know you don’t keep submissives longer than that. If it’s your wish to free me, then I would like you to just say so.” She held her breath, waiting on his answer, knowing her future depended on his response.

  Walking over and sitting down on the chair, he leaned his elbow on the arm, holding his chin in the palm of his hand. “Is that what you want Princess? Do you want to be free to find another Master?”

  “NO!!” Calming her voice, she shook her head and lifted her eyes to his. “No Master, that's not what I want. I am happy with you. Happier than I have ever been, in fact.” Her words were spoken in a near whisper.

  “Come over here and lie across my lap, ass in the air Princess.”

  Quickly moving to obey, she laid on his lap, her head down, ass up. Using her hands to hold herself up she waited tensely.

  Raising his hand then bringing it down swiftly, he smacked her perfect ass over and over, watching her cheeks turn pink, then red, then dark red until his handprints turned white as he struck her crimson ass. Breathing through the pain, she knew this is what she needed. Making her Master happy was her only goal.

  Rubbing her ass cheeks, Michael pushed her gently off his lap and stood freeing his cock. “Suck me Princess, nice and hard; make me cum in your mouth.”

  Kneeling in front of him she took his large cock in her mouth, sucking him vigorously. Moving her head up and down his length, loving the taste of him, she flattened her tongue in order to take him in deeper. His shaft hit the back of her throat as she tried not to gag. Cupping his balls in her little hand, she gently massaged and rolled the twin orbs around. Feeling him tighten, she sucked harder. Gripping her head with his meaty hands, his cum filled her mouth.

  Swallowing fast, she didn’t lose a drop of his jizz. Licking her lips she stared straight ahead.

  “Stand Princess and wrap your arms around my waist.”

  Doing as she'd been told, she wrapped her arms around him resting her head on his chest. Feeling and hearing his heart beating, it somehow calmed her.

  “Princess,” he began talking low in her ear, “you know there is a darkness in me that even now I can barely control. If you stay with me, I will make you do things you may not be comfortable with. This is your chance to leave me, get away from the darkness, or stay with me and I will see to your pleasure, and your pain.”

  “If the choice is mine Master, I will never leave you. Unless you free me and tell me never again will you be my Master, I wish to stay with you.”

  “Good answer Princess, it pleases me greatly to hear you say that. Now,” walking over to the spanking bench and patting it, “come here and lie across the bench.”

  Moving instantaneously with a smile on her face, she draped herself across the bench, waiting as he fastened her wrists and legs.

  Checking that the restraints weren't too tight, he walked over and opened a drawer searching for the right plug and the bottle of lube. Returning to her prone form, he stood behind her, applying the lube liberally over the plug. “Push down and out Princess, this is larger than I've used on you before.”

  Doing as he said, she felt the pain almost immediately. Biting her lip to keep from crying out, the plug is soon seated fully, deep within her ass. Breathing through the pain, it soon ebbed into pleasure. Standing behind her, Michael grabbed her ponytail and jerked her head backwards. “You listened to rumors about me Princess, you doubted what we had. For that, you will be punished. You’re safe word tonight is love. Repeat it back to me so I know you understand.”

  “Love, Master, my safe word is love.” Her stomach started to do the mambo; they hadn’t had to use a safe word in months. Knowing this would be different, she freed her mind, getting ready to sink into subspace. When he put a blindfold over her eyes, she was cast into darkness, one of her worst fears. Hearing him move around, she could not see him and had no idea what he had in mind.

  His Princess bound and blindfolded, he strode to the wall, taking the cat o'nine down. Slowly circling her body, he raised the cat and watched as the nine leather tails hit her ass. Lashing the bite of the cat across each cheek of her ass, first left, then right, he aimed and hit the backs of her thighs. Hearing her grunt, he could see her pussy getting wetter with each slap of leather. His cock was rock-hard as his eyes scanned her body, taking in the gorgeous small dark red whip marks. Leaning against the table, he loved the sight of her ass in the air, her cunt open for him. Pulling his leathers down around his hips he snagged her by her ponytail and thrust into her hard and deep, filling her pussy completely. Holding her by her shoulders, he fucked her furiously, his cock driving into her over and over. His free hand skated down over her hot red ass to move the plug in and out in time with his dick. Grunting at the feel of her tight cunt, he pulled out just as he started to cum. Stroking his cock, his jizz shot out onto her red ass. Breathing heavily, he held himself up by leaning on her.

  Pulling his leathers up and fastening them, he reached for a towel and cleaned her ass. Pulling out the plug, he walked over to the sink and washed it thoroughly before putting it back in the drawer. Grabbing some ointment, Michael gently applied the soothing balm on her deep welts. Letting her up, he helped her stand, holding her steady. Her eyes were glazed over as he picked her up and carried her to his overstuffed chair, nabbing a blanket as he went. Wrapping her securely in the soft folds of the blanket, he rubbed her back in gentle circles.

  “Princess, I need you to come back to me now. Time to wake up.” Snapping his fingers in front of her face, he smiled when the light came back into her eyes. “There you are,” he said with a smile.

  Realizing she was being held in his lap, she froze. In the year they had been together, he had never held her after a scene. Her eyes darted around wildly as she felt panic set in.

  “Calm yourself Princess, it’s ok, I have you.” His tone low and gentle his softly spoken words calmed her down. She nodded and rested her head on his shoulder. “What did I ever do to deserve a sub like you, Princess?” Shaking his head at his own question, he tightened his arms around her.

  “I don’t know Master, but I'm glad I'm yours.”

  Chapter Four

  They were meeting weekly now, and Elizabeth was never happier. Their scenes had taken a darker turn; Michael was doing exactly as he had promised and pushing her limits each and every time they were together. Her body took all he had to give and begged for more. Sometimes after a really intense scene, she could barely walk, due to the pleasure and sometimes the pain he had handed out.

  Tonight was no different. He had pushed her until she came screaming, her wails echoing off the walls of the Black Room. Afterwards, he held her, looking down at her.

  “Are you going to kiss me Princess?”

  Leaning up she kissed his cheek.

  Growling, he tipped her chin up, his eyes boring into hers as he spoke gruffly. “Not like a child Princess, kiss me like an obedient sub.”

  Linking her arms around his neck, she pulled his head down and kissed him with all the pent up and unspoken love she felt for him. Her heart was pounding; she had never been allowed such liberties with h
im before. And she intended to take full advantage of it. Opening her mouth she licked the seam of his lips, pushing her little tongue into his mouth, tasting him. Moaning, she pressed against him. Pulling back from the kiss, she looked into his beautiful eyes and smiled.

  Grinning back at her he nodded his head. “That's better Princess. From now on when you kiss me, that’s the kind of kiss I'm going to expect.” Standing up he put her on her feet, swatting her red blisteringly sore ass, instructing her to clean herself up.

  Her mood light, she made a joke about her Master's ass.

  Turning around he glared at her.

  Stepping back, unsure of what she had said now, he gave her an icy stare before grabbing his jacket, unlocking the heavy metal door and leaving.

  Wondering what she could have said that was so horrible, a tear slipped free to roll down her face. Dressing quickly, she left the room and returned home to her lonely house.

  Getting no texts from him for three weeks, Elizabeth began to think she'd lost her Master. Not daring to set foot in the dungeon alone, all she could do was work, eat and sleep. Normally, her whole week would be spent waiting for him to send her that magic text, advising her when to be waiting for him. Now, it seemed as if those days were over.

  Sitting at her desk at work, playing with a pen instead of concentrating on the case in front of her, she once again began to beat herself up mentally. Nearly jumping out of her skin, the sound of the familiar ring tone she’d set blasted from her phone. With shaking hands, she picked it up and read the text from her Master informing her that she should be in the Black Room at eight o’clock sharp, kneeling and ready for whatever he desired. Calling the salon to make an emergency appointment, she told her secretary she was suddenly feeling ill and hastily left the office.