Sold as a Domme on Valentine's Day

by Juliana Conners

  “Yes, sir,” she says, turning toward me. Her eyes are wide and shining. Her cheeks are such a bright, happy red that I can even see their glow in the dark, intermittently-lit cab.

  “Do you need training?” I ask her, as I merge into the lane I need to be in.

  Jane blushes more deeply, but she doesn’t look away. “That’s for you to decide, sir,” she answers quietly. It’s here she lowers her gaze. “Train me however you need to, so that I know how to behave.”

  “That’s right,” I say. I suck a breath in, trying not to show her how much her voice gets to me. How much her perfect “sub” behavior is turning me on. We haven’t even gotten back to the resort yet, and already I can feel my cock pulsing. Growing against the confines of my slacks. In that moment, part of me wants to unzip my pants and ask her to suck on me right here and now.

  The only thing that stops me is the sound of her stomach growling. Not the fact there are drivers on every side of us. I would have her suck me off, even if there were twice as many, and even if they could see directly into the cab. But as her Sir, I can’t let her go hungry. Particularly not when I’m going to ask so much of her the moment we arrive. Jane apologizes for the tummy rumble. I can tell she’s embarrassed by it, but I’m not going to let her apologize. Or hide from her embarrassment.

  “You’re going to eat,” I say.

  Jane brings her eyes up to me. I can see she wants to further apologize, but that’s not what comes out of her mouth. What comes out of her mouth is a choice to stay in the “character” of sub. “Yes, Sir,” she says. “I will eat whatever you feed me, but you don’t have to stop.”

  She licks her lips, and I don’t know whether it’s to subdue her stomach-hunger, or because of another kind of hunger already building. “I know you will feed me lots and lots of yummy things, when we get back to your room, Sir,” she adds.

  “Yes, I will,” I say, rubbing my cock through my pants. Petting the head slowly and heavily so she can see. “But I don’t want or like it when my subs faint on me, so you will eat and drink what I order for you.”

  On those words, I hang the car into a sharp turn and get directly into the line for a fast food joint. A burgers-and-fries joint, since I feel like that’s more her style as opposed to fried chicken.

  As I want and expect, Jane offers no rebuttal and no suggestions of what to eat as we pull up to the menu and I order.

  I order her a kiddie meal. As much for the small amount of food (I don’t want her too full), as for the kink of humiliation. Putting her more in my control, and more into the role of submissive.

  “What do you say to me for getting you some food, baby girl?” As I’m speaking, I hold the red and yellow box in my fingers, just above her head.

  “Thank you, Sir,” she says, raising her big but mischievous eyes toward me. “Thank you for taking care of me.” She takes the box I’ve offered her gingerly. Demurely. “I promise I will eat it all up, Sir. Every last little bit,” she adds.

  “Good girl,” I say. She’s waiting to open the box. Just like she should. If I haven’t given her permission, she shouldn’t act. “Eat,” I tell her, “and let me hear you enjoy it.”

  With the sexiest, “Yes, Sir,” Jane dives into her kiddie meal. True to her promise, she lets me hear every moment of enjoyment. Every bite of burger and fries and every sip of chocolate shake. And I love it. I visualize that she’s eating my cock and balls.

  Somewhere near the end of her meal, I turn so she can see the big rod I’m massaging through my pants. “You’re going to eat this when we get back to the room,” I say, snatching away the box I gave away so freely, “so I’m not gonna let you get any fuller.”

  Jane looks far from disappointed at this prospect. Her full lips look like they’re already hungering for a big, juicy mouth full of me. Something I again think I won’t be able to wait for the hotel to have. “Yes, Sir,” she says. “I’m definitely hungry for you when you want to feed me.”

  Damn! I think, forcing myself to stop fondling myself and focus on driving again. It takes all my willpower to pull out of the fast food parking lot and onto the road again.

  From there, I try to make quick work of the distance between here and the resort without getting a speeding ticket. She’s affecting me I in a way no one else ever has.

  “I’m glad you’re so obedient, baby girl,” I say. The entrance to the resort appears on the horizon. “But your master cares for his sub, so you have to tell him right now if anything’s off the table.”

  I lick my lips, once again consumed with the idea that I might have her suck me off in the car. But again, I don’t allow myself to pursue that fantasy. Or reveal that she’s getting to me that badly.

  Just as I’ve reminded myself that I’m the one who’s in charge and needs to stay in charge, Jane says, “You’re very kind, Sir, but you needn’t worry.” I glance over at her, just in time to see her fiddle cutely with her hair. “I said anything, and I meant anything, Sir.” She glances at me. Just barely, I can see an ember of mischief hidden in her innocence. “You’re in charge, not me.”

  I cut the engine on the car, take my keys out of the ignition, and climb out in just such a way that she has to see my erection through my pants before I cover it up with the ends of my suit jacket. “Then your master will do as he pleases.” With that, I close my door and go around to open Jane’s.

  I instruct her to climb out herself, this time.

  She does, quickly. Efficiently.

  I then command her to walk in front of me as we enter the resort hotel. She does so expertly as we make our way past the check-in desk.

  From there, I guide her to my room. The whole time I move further through the hall, I make sure she can feel my hard dick against her apple ass. Just so she doesn’t forget where it’s about to go.

  ***

  Once in the room, I tell her to strip. Slowly, only taking off the clothes I instruct her to.

  I have her start with the shoes and socks she’s wearing, because I know that’s not what she’s expecting. She’s expecting me to go right for the tits, ass or pussy, but I’m gonna make her wait for that.

  What I don’t make her wait for, however, is a glimpse at my plans for her. As she’s taking off her shoes and socks, I take out my black bags full of toys and other bondage gear. Slowly and methodically, I lay each piece out — dildos, vibrators (big and small, for clits and tits), flogs, paddles, and ties — giving her a different command so she sees each one.

  During the dildos, it’s a command for her pants — her jean-like sweats — to come off. They do before I even have to turn around, or even think about saying it a second time. Good pet.

  While laying out the vibrators, it’s a call for her sweater. Like the pants, she practically melts out of it.

  I lay out my flogs and paddles, being sure she has a very good look at this side of my plans. The kinky, nonstandard side. The side she agreed to when she said “whatever,” “anything.”

  I will make sure I get my money’s worth and explore her limits of “whatever” and “anything” to my heart’s delight.

  I throw down the ties and a few pairs of nipple clamps, as I turn to look at her. Like she should be, Jane is standing demurely and obediently in nothing but her lacy bra and panties. Even from where I am, I can see her naughty pink nipples poking out against the sheer fabric. They’re swelling with each breath she takes in and out, practically begging to be played with. Tickled between a tongue and pinched between metal.

  I let myself think how delicious it’s going to be to put those big, luscious berries in a set of nipple clamps, but I don’t allow myself to linger. I force my eyes to comb her shapely, filled-out belly. It’s not chubby, but it’s not unbelievably skinny either. It’s the perfect size for her perfect body.

  From there, I drink in the shape of her pussy from inside the panties. The lace is a little hard to see through, but I know she’s shaved. I know that by the absence of a dark patch breaking up the patt
ern on the fabric. I can also make out the beginnings of some cute pink lips. Things I wouldn’t be able to see if she didn’t keep herself trimmed.

  “Panties off,” I bark at her. I do so to hide my growing interest, and that she’s got me feeling lightheaded already. “All the way,” I add, though I don’t need to.

  Again, it’s mostly to keep her from noticing the tremor I’ve got in my voice. The shake I’ve got in my hands, as I finish laying out my tools of the trade. Not much more. Just a blindfold, and some handcuffs, though I doubt I’ll be using them. Not for this session anyway.

  Jane’s done what I’ve asked, and now stands in front of me and all her glory. Shaved pussy visible. I study her mound, the little divot in it — the pink lusciousness hanging down — and try not to drool. If I wasn’t required to be her master right now, I would be on my knees, sucking those lips dry.

  I lick my lips, uttering my final command. “Bra off.” My voice is husky. Deeper than usual, but that’s my cock’s fault. It’s straightening so hard against the pants I won’t unzip, but if I don’t take it out, I might sprain something.

  So, I unzip. But for my relief, not hers.

  She watches me as I do it. I see her body tense as if she’s expecting me to order a blow job.

  “You stay where you are,” I tell her. “I’m in control of every single thing you will do, see, taste and touch tonight.”

  Obediently, Jane nods and plants her feet, even though it means standing on top of her recently-shed bra and panties.

  “If you are allowed to do anything, it will only be because I say.”

  Again, Jane nods, and I walk to her. As I do, I confidently and smoothly free my cock from not only the slacks I’ve unzipped but also from my briefs. Unsurprisingly, it’s already rock hard. Big and tall, and ready for her.

  But I’m not ready to allow myself or her to have it. I push down on the head of my cock commandingly. I let her see the gesture, sending her a look that says, “This could be your head if I so wanted.”

  Jane makes a gesture of understanding, but nothing more. It’s maddeningly sexy the way her cheeks and mouth have gotten brighter, pinker, the more she stares at my cock. Traces the lines of it from underneath her golden, thick eyelashes.

  Without a word, I put my mouth on her. I kiss her neck, chest, breasts, and tummy. I kiss all the way down to the place where her tummy and pussy meet and stop. I then work my way back up toward her neck, but with sucking and licking gestures, instead of kissing ones.

  Where my kisses brought soft moans out of her, these bring louder, heavier ones. They smoke down at me like smoke embers from a horny dragon. Her radiant, warm moans and groans make me suck and lick her harder. Faster. Particularly around those gluttonous nipples of hers, that just seem to get bigger and fatter with every bit of attention I lavish on her.

  I alternate, loudly and fiercely sucking both nipples, growling, “Greedy nipples you have, Jane. You must be hungry. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be begging for so much attention.”

  On “attention” I dare to give each nipple a little nip. Not hard. Just enough to let her know I’m not afraid to put some teeth in it.

  As Jane responds with a wiggle and a squirm to my scolding, I put a hand down on her exposed pussy. I get within an inch of touching her hood, her dewy bead, and already I’m covered. Soaked in juices. She trembles, instinctively trying to move away as my fingers press further into her, past her moist, swollen lips.

  “I didn’t say you could move,” I remind her gently, but sternly.

  “Sorry, Sir,” she whispers, as I renew my touching. First on her lips, and then on her clit. The sides first, doing it until I see the crease of concentration in her forehead. In her lips and mouth. Only then do I move on to her head, which practically reaches up to greet me.

  “Lean into me,” I say, knowing this will drive home more of my touching. She’ll be forced to feel every bit of texture in my fingers. Every bit of pressure I’m applying to her in return.

  “Yes, Sir,” sighs Jane, leaning herself into my finger.

  The moment she does, I increase the speed of my rubbing. I also increase the pressure I’m placing on her clit. For a moment, I treat it the way I would my own cock. I rub a little roughly. I press down on her swelling dagger, but only for a second. And that I’m back to frenzied stroking.

  Under my attentions, it isn’t long before Jane’s trembling from head to toe. Even her moans are trembling and spasm out of her as if her vocal cords are the same as her clit.

  But just before she tightens on me, preparing to cum, I back off.

  I pull my hand away and shove my cock between her legs. At the same time, I also shove my head into hers. It’s a loving but forceful gesture, designed to disrupt the orgasm she’s reaching for.

  It works, causing Jane to gasp — tumble out of her sexual nirvana — and put her attention between her legs. I let her watch my cock sit there, its glistening head parked right up against her.

  “You don’t cum until I say,” I tell her, giving my cock a defiant rub across her clit and lips, before pulling away from her and heading toward the door. “You will hold it for as long as I want you to.”

  A pause. True to her obedient nature, Jane hasn’t turned to follow me with her eyes or body.

  “Turn this way,” I instruct her.

  She does, and at the exact moment I have all her undivided attention, I push the front door back, revealing an over-the-door sex swing.

  Her reaction is just what I want: equal parts of fear and excitement.

  Chapter 14

  Jane

  I’m up in the swing now, marveling at the feeling. It’s as close to floating as I think I have ever been. My legs are held up at an angle in stirrups; my ass is held aloft on a small cushion; my hands and fingers are wrapped tightly around some handholds up near my face.

  But it’s having my bare back, and part of my ass pressed up against the hotel room door — something that I doubt the hotel owners or designers ever intended or imagined— that really has me delirious with excitement and anticipation.

  That, and the fact that Alex, after getting me in the swing set, just stands there contemplating. Looking at my pussy, which is now fully exposed to him. Held open, ready for whatever he may want to do to it or to the rest of me.

  He’s got a few of his instruments ready on the floor next to him — a blindfold, some nipple clamps, and an object that looks like a mini whip or were riding crop, but it’s covered with soft string or fur at the top — but none make it into his hand. Not yet. He’s making me wait on purpose.

  So, I just wait like a good little girl for him to push me.

  For what seems like a long time, the only sound in the room is my body moving in the leather straps, and those leather straps creaking softly from their place in the door.

  Then Alex makes a beeline for me. Before I can even register half of what’s going on, he’s spread my legs open further, knelt between the knees he’s just opened, and buried his mouth in my pussy.

  Still wet and aching for release from the attention he gave me a few minutes before, my lips and clit are more than ready for him. They respond the instant they feel his hot, possessive breath on them. Even that is like having a finger caressing the inside of my thighs, penetrating my drooling folds.

  But, as I feel his silky tongue land on my clit, and start doing short, fast licking motions, it’s beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. Better than a finger. Better than a vibrator.

  Immediately I cry out. I grip more tightly to the hand holds, but even with my slight movement, his tongue continues to pursue me. Continues to lick and suck at my clit with such speed and lightness that the only thing I can imagine is a hummingbird’s wings fluttering inside me.

  That fluttering feeling quickly soars out into the rest of my body as he continues to savor and taste me. To cover every inch of swollen and fat pussy with his dominating, suffocating mouth. I groan and gasp, feeling his whole mouth latch on
to me and suck. Now not only is my clit getting circled by the slow, deliberate motions he’s making with his tongue, but his lips pull down on my hood. The motion of my hood against my clit is intense. It’s like a little electric shock moving across and down.

  Just when that electricity is about to penetrate the deepest part of me and give me what I’m anticipating will be the strongest orgasm I’ll ever have, Alex backs off. Pulls away. Stops.

  “Now for that dessert I promised you,” he says, quickly repositioning me in the swing so that I’m on my belly across the seat of the swing, with my legs still up in the stirrups, and my hands still able to access and use the handholds. Except now Alex is naked from the waist down and has positioned me in such a way so I can suck his dripping cock while leaving myself open to his hungry mouth.

  Alex thrusts his cock within my reach, allowing my eyes to take in every tall and proud inch. Every silky and shiny bit of head. Every think, throbbing vein. As I look at it, I can’t help but drooling. There’s something about the dark cherry-like tip that just makes me crazy. Makes me want to put it in my mouth and suck on it like a lollipop. The smell of it is even enticing. Smells like aftershave, or like peppermint. With an intriguing hint of chocolate.

  “Well,” he says, moving his cock right up to my closed lips, “eat up.” He pauses. “Or do I have to get tough with you about eating what I put on your plate?”

  A queasy shiver of excitement goes through me. “No, Sir,” I say, though I’m curious what he means by “get tough.” Obediently, I open my mouth and move up and down on him. But I’m not just going through the motions like I’ve seen in some of the porn I’ve watched. I’m taking time to taste. To savor. To touch and feel him as he did me. And he’s delicious.