Dominating Jess: A Fantasy Fulfilled Novella

by Rachel Nixx

  I reveled in it. It felt like a gift I was giving myself, a very strange and ridiculously hot gift.

  I was letting them do this to me. When Olya had strapped me to the bar, I could have spun out of her grasp six different times. Even with my hands tied behind my back (literally), I could have taken her down. Jake, friend that he was in real life, wouldn’t have fought me if I’d been serious.

  But now I knew—and it actually made me wetter—that this was my decision. All of it.

  In giving up control, I’d let go of something that had been tying me down. I’d been shackling myself with whatever fear it was that didn’t let me let loose, didn’t let me ask for what it was I really wanted. In having to take care of myself—and everything else—for so long, I’d never gotten to give all of it up, which was, apparently, what I’d wanted most of all.

  And now here I was, the target. The object of the film the boy was making on his camera. The whore.

  Dave was fucking my mouth faster now, barely moving out long enough to allow me to catch a breath before cramming himself back in. His balls bounced against my chin with soft little slaps. I knew he was about to come when he roared above me, a sound I would have found terrifying if I’d heard it unexpectedly, but a sound that now filled me with triumph.

  His jizz was hot in the back of my throat, difficult to swallow. He pulled out and creamed my face with the second and third shot. I loved the feeling of it sliding down my forehead, down my cheeks.

  He stumbled sideways as Jake moved him with a firm hand. Then Olya was at Jake’s side, and they each undid an ankle restraint, supporting me as I stood taller, legs together again. Olya was still shooting Jake those amused looks that I didn’t understand. The ground at my feet was still muddy, and when I looked down, my feet were filthy. I couldn’t help smiling as I rubbed my cheek against my shoulder.

  “You think we’re done with you, slut?” Jake asked in that voice I still barely recognized, the voice that sent wonderful chills through me. “You, all of you,” he said to the men. “Go. Get out of here. You’ve had your fun with her.”

  They grumbled, but the men left together, throwing glances back at us as they went.

  Jake turned to me. “Now. You think we’re going to let you get away with just a quick blow job? That easy? Think again. Walk.” He pressed a knuckle sharply against my spine.

  We walked, all of us, under the thick canopy of the poplar trees. I led the way, Jake and Olya flanking me to either side. I was almost totally used to the hook now, and I liked the way the cold chain felt against my back.

  After long minutes and many small missteps over roots and rocks—my body was getting tired—we went up a small hill and around a curve. A low rail ran along the side of the hill.

  We’d reached a lookout area. Below us stretched the dark blue lake that curved sinuously to the north. A smaller path cut around the rail, off to the right into some elms, and I could tell by the way it was worn that it led to the water’s edge.

  “We’ll stop here,” said Jake. There it was again. That warmth in his voice that matched the look in his eyes. “Olya, do you mind giving us a minute?”

  She inclined her head and took out her cell phone as she walked to the edge of the path.

  “How are you doing?” He touched my bicep which ached along with the rest of my body. I threaded my fingers together behind me to get more feeling back.

  “Here, let me undo those,” he said. “You’ve been in them a long time.”

  I looked at him suspiciously as he unlocked the handcuffs and brought my arms forward, massaging my wrists. Was this my New York Jake speaking? It sounded like him. His face had the same look it had had whenever he brought me hot’n’sour soup when I had the flu. His fingers felt wonderfully cool on my chafed skin.

  “I’m okay.”

  “Only okay?”

  I couldn’t help smiling. “This is insane.”

  “But you love it.”

  I dipped my head. “Yeah.”

  “I think it’s time for the final phase of the day.”

  I pulled my lips together. I could guess what it was, and I was scared, but the ripples of fear coursing up and down my spine felt electric.

  “I’m ready.”

  Instead of answering, Jake put his arm around my waist and pulled me close against him. I felt his erection through his jeans, hard again, pushing against my stomach. Lifting a hand to cup my cheek, he put his lips on mine.

  He kissed me. For the second time ever, Jake kissed me.

  It was a sweet kiss, at first. His mouth caressed mine. I felt safe. I kissed him back, trying to show him with my mouth what I was feeling, but since that was a world of emotion, I only did the best I could. Then the kiss went deeper, his tongue meeting mine with a desperation I felt, too. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth, his taste, of him. He tasted darkly of whiskey and tobacco from the cigar I’d seen him smoking in the club. My own mouth tasted like man, I knew, but our taste, married on our tongues, was rich and heady. There was sex and so much more in how we kissed, in how our fingers were now laced together tightly. I wanted to climb into his arms and rest there. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to hold him all night.

  I was in so much trouble.

  It was all right, then, that he seemed to have as much trouble as I did cutting off the kiss. He finally pulled away, breathing heavily. “Oh, Jess.”

  My name. Not slut, or whore, which yes, I’d longed to hear. But when he said my name, it sounded like an endearment. A wish.

  He kissed me again quickly—sweetly—before he pulled away with a curse. “If you say you’ve had enough, I’ll take you back to the hotel right now.”

  Underneath his words was a promise of what would happen at the hotel, and God, I wanted that so badly it hurt more than anything else that had happened today.

  But I still wanted to push myself. I hadn’t proven I could give myself up completely. Not all the way. I shook my head. “I want to keep going.”

  He nodded, and shutters drew over his eyes. He turned into the Fantasy Fulfilled Jake, the one I loved being scared of. His shoulders went back and he straightened, signaling for Olya to come back.

  He rummaged in her bag and withdrew a fat black Sharpie. “Hold still.” With bold, broad strokes, he wrote on my torso, chest to stomach. Then he turned me, writing from my left shoulder to my right. Olya sat on a tree stump and watched.

  When he was done, he stepped back and used his cell phone to take my picture. Then he showed it to me.

  FUCK THE WHORE.

  Written on me in large letters. A directive. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure they could hear it.

  With impeccable timing, two men came around the curve on the path behind us. The taller one was maybe thirty-five and wore a black dress shirt incongruously over his torn jeans. The shorter one looked a bit younger and wore a black puffy coat and big black sunglasses.

  They both stumbled to a stop. Of course they did. There was a naked woman blocking the path.

  Olya gripped the top of my arm tightly, turning me around. I assumed the same thing was written on my shoulders. She clamped a hand to the back of my neck and bent me in half, placing my hands on the tree stump she’d been sitting on. My pussy was on display to them, and I’d never felt more vulnerable.

  Olya said something rapidly to them, ending with “fuck the whore.”

  Dress Shirt didn’t miss a beat. In my peripheral vision, I saw him nod and step forward, undoing his jeans as he did. His fishing pole fell to the dirt, unnoticed.

  Fuck. What about...

  Olya stopped him with a word and gave him a small square package.

  As the man fumbled with the condom, I turned my head, sending a glance of gratitude toward Jake, but he wasn’t looking at my face. He seemed as distracted by my nether regions as the men did.

  Good.

  Dress Shirt got behind me and placed a heavy hand on the small of my back. He bent me over farther, and without warning, sho
ved himself inside my cunt. As slick as I was, there was nothing to slow him down, and he yelled as he sunk his cock in to the hilt.

  He was big. Not as big as Jake, but long, and the way he was pounding into me made me lose track of where I was, of who I was. God, I’d needed to be fucked all day. It felt like I’d hoped it would—I was full, so full I had a hard time catching my breath. And there was no way Jake could know, since we’d never talked about it, but I was someone who could—who would—come from fucking alone. My G-spot was sensitive, especially to being taken from behind. Doggy style was my favorite way to come, and oh, Jesus, I was going to get there. I didn’t know if I’d be able to ask permission, because all I was able to do was gasp.

  Behind me, Dress Shirt tugged the chain that ran from my ass to my collar. The butt-plug moved deeper, and I growled low in my throat.

  Olya said something else, and then Sunglasses was in front of me. Before I knew it, he was ramming his cock in my mouth. Never had my mouth been as stretched as it had been in the last few hours. But I was getting so much better at this—I fake-swallowed, and Sunglasses pushed his way down my throat. I was even able to get his rhythm straight off so I could breathe. He said something over me that sounded like a curse, and then grabbed the hair at either side of my ears and jammed into me even harder.

  Behind me, Dress Shirt was fucking me so hard the slaps rang through the trees. He groaned as I got tighter. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I was getting close. Too close. It wouldn’t be long for me, and I cast my eyes desperately around for Jake, but Sunglasses had my head in a vice and his cock in my mouth.

  I loved this. I loved every fucking second of getting fucked by two men at once.

  And at that moment, a whip hit my back. I didn’t know who held it, whether it was Jake or Olya. I couldn’t tell, and I didn’t care. Everything was sensation. My cunt was being slammed, my mouth was stretched almost to breaking, my ass was full, and now the whip was flaying my already reddened, sensitive skin. It felt like there were many smaller whips—was it a cat of nine tails? I saw in a quick glance Olya’s shoes to my right, too far away to be holding the whip, so I knew it was Jake.

  And that made me relax into the pain. The whip hit my skin and glanced off the chain running up my spine. Each blow was worse, a little harder, a little more painful, until he was hitting me almost with every stroke of the men, all of us moving in rhythm, in, out, strike, strike, and even though I felt more inside my body than I’d ever felt before, I also felt as if I were floating. This wasn’t me. This couldn’t be me, taking this.

  Loving this.

  I felt tears start, and it wasn’t from the pain. They felt like tears of happiness, which didn’t make any sense, since I’d never been in as much pain. It felt as if all the emotion I’d ever felt and stored and packed away was surfacing, as if all the feeling I’d ever pushed down was coming out, all at once, all of it bubbling up inside of me until I felt like I would fly away. Joy felt like sadness felt like fear felt like love felt like happiness. I felt free.

  Dress Shirt speeded up, hammering me double-time. His fingers dug into the flesh of my hips, just below where the whip was landing. I curved my back like a cat, pushing up into the pain, and I heard Jake say, “Good slut.” He was panting. God damn, I wanted him so bad my cunt got tighter around Dress Shirt, who bellowed like he was going down a roller coaster.

  I came then, bullets of light exploding behind my eyelids. Jake hit me harder, and Sunglasses deep-throated me faster, and it was all I could do to keep my legs from buckling as waves of pleasure crashed through me, from the top of my skull to the bottoms of my bare feet. Tears rolled down my face, and I bucked against Dress Shirt, who was slowing on a long, drawn-out moan. He pulled out and I felt empty. Cold air hit my pussy, but I was still coming, spasming inside, and I wanted to come against something.

  The whipping stopped. Now the only thing I felt, besides the slowing spasms of my orgasm, was Sunglasses in my throat. He was getting closer, his movements jerky, and he shot into my throat with a shout.

  At that moment, another cock filled my cunt.

  Jake’s cock.

  I groaned low in my throat, the come bubbling, and leaned back into him. His fingers replaced where Dress Shirt’s had been, gripping my hips as if he owned them.

  And at that moment, he did. That was the best thing.

  Sunglasses pulled out, zipped up and said something to his friend. With no fanfare, they picked up their fishing rods and walked away. They didn’t even glance back at the naked girl getting fucked from behind.

  Jake moved perfectly. He felt like velvet-covered iron inside me, overheated, scorching iron. I would melt if he kept it up. I would drip into a hot puddle of come, like a candle at the end of its life. But I wanted him never to stop. I heard a woman’s voice, and it took me a minute to realize it was my own, begging him not to stop.

  Olya ran her hand through my hair, a gentle touch. She moved her hand down, over my shoulders, down my back, to my ass. I heard the chain rattle and felt the anal hook again. As Jake pulled the chain upward, the hooked shape swiveled inside me, pushing down, so whenever his cock slid in, I knew he could feel the metal of the hook, too.

  I felt myself clamp around him, and prayed he wouldn’t mind if I came again.

  “Olya,” he said, his voice as strained as I’d ever heard it. “Pleasure her.”

  Another sound, the backpack zipper, and then she was next to me. A low buzzing filled my ears, and she pushed a vibrator against my clit. It was like she’d plugged me into a wall socket. Of all the things I’d felt that day, this was the most intense, the most painful in its capacity to provide pleasure.

  I came within seconds.

  “Christ, your pussy just got so fucking tight. I can barely move. Oh, Jess.”

  I loved my name in his mouth. I came harder, and Jake fucked me faster. Olya kept the vibrator on my clit, and I had no time to come down from my second orgasm before I was clawing my way up to the next one. I lost all sense of who I was—I couldn’t remember my own name—all I knew was that I needed to get fucked like this for the rest of my life. Jake pumped himself deep inside me and I felt him start to come. Holy shit, this forever. I wouldn’t eat or sleep, I would just fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck fuck fuck FUCK. I came again so hard I bit the inside of my mouth and tasted blood.

  I did collapse then, my knees going out. Jake wrapped an arm around my waist, tumbling to the dirt with me. I missed hitting my head on the stump by an inch. I was filthy now, covered with dust and dried grass. After removing the butt plug—oh, the joy as it slipped out—and unhooking the chain from my collar, Jake rested next to me, facing me, his arm still around me, his mop of brown hair resting on the dirt. We were tangled together like we’d done this forever. Olya smiled and wandered away, checking her cell phone again.

  I concentrated on finding where I’d left my breathing. I seemed to have misplaced it in the last few minutes, and it would be a nice thing to have back. I sucked air so hard I choked, and Jake’s mouth turned up in a grin.

  “That enough for you, tough girl?” He touched my cheek so softly I could barely feel it.

  “Holy shit,” was all I could manage.

  He rolled onto his back and put out an arm. I scooted up and onto his shoulder. We lay like that, as comfortable as if we were in a king-sized bed. The sun had moved and where we’d been in shade, we were now in the path of a sunbeam that traced his hair and my jaw, warming me as much as his gaze did.

  “Holy shit,” he agreed.

  I kissed the side of his cheek, loving the feeling of stubble against my lips. If I could purr, I would have.

  An older woman wearing a blue kerchief holding the arm of a younger man came around the bend in the path. The woman glanced at us and then looked away as if we didn’t even exist. Maybe this was heaven. Maybe I was dead, and she couldn’t see the ghost of my happiness.

  But the young man’s mouth agape told me that yes, we were still visible. Jake re
ached out lazily and caressed my breast. “I hope he can’t read English,” he said. “Because he can’t fuck you right now. I want you too much.”

  The two walked on, leaving us lying in the sunlight. I didn’t even mind that I was in the dirt. My head was on Jake’s shoulder, so I didn’t care about anything else.

  “You’re amazing,” he said in my ear, his voice a low rumble that made a shiver roll down each vertebrae.

  “You say that to all the girls.”

  “I don’t.”

  “You just fuck them?” My gut twisted with a hot shard of something—was it jealousy? If I admitted that, what else would I have to admit?

  “I haven’t been an operator in a long time. That’s why Olya’s been laughing at me all day.”

  I twisted on my hip, propping myself up on one elbow. I liked the way his eyes followed the movement of my breasts. I felt powerful. “But you take the trips.”

  “I observe in the field, setting up the contacts, and creating the scenes. It’s not every cafe you can walk into with a naked girl and not get thrown out. I pay the operators to fulfill the fantasies. I...”

  “What?”

  “I got bored with it years ago. I didn’t think I had anything more to give anyone. Got out of the game, trying to keep a piece of...my soul, I guess. And then you come along, all big eyes and innocent—“

  “Innocent!”

  “And I realized all I wanted was to give you what you wanted.”

  Sunlight dazzled my eyes. “So with me...”

  He touched a lock of my hair that had fallen forward over my cheek. “I’ve known you for seven years. And I’ve been fascinated by you that entire time.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you don’t need anyone or anything.”

  I bit the inside of my lip again. He didn’t know, then...

  “And because you were able to let go of that.”

  My heart beat faster.

  He continued, “You don’t trust anyone.”