Sold as a Domme on Valentine's Day

by Juliana Conners

  “You didn’t have to do that,” I tell him. “After all, I’m your girlfriend now.”

  “The tip was supposed to be to thank you for the adventure of a life,” he says. “But now it’s also for letting me do this next.”

  “What’s this?” I ask him, and then I feel a hard sting on my ass at the same time that I hear a whap.

  “Owww! Maxim!”

  “Sorry,” he says. “But I thought you were down to see what else I’m into.”

  “I am,” I tell him, even though I can feel my ass turning red.

  “Good,” he says, hitting me again.

  “Owww,” I whimper.

  He twists my nipples and positions himself behind me.

  “One day I’m going to take your anal virginity too,” he tells me.

  “Okay,” I agree.

  “And I’m going to fuck you without wearing a condom. Because you’re my girlfriend now and we’re going to get a lot more serious.”

  He says this as he’s putting a condom on.

  “Okay,” I agree again.

  “And things are going to get a lot rougher. So, enjoy this while it’s nice and gentle.”

  “Okay.”

  He slaps my ass hard and then slaps my nipples.

  He calls this gentle?

  I love the way it hurts though. I enjoy everything he does to me as well as the mixed feeling of pleasure and pain that rushes through my body as he does it.

  “But first I want to hear you beg me to fuck you,” he tells me, as he pulls out the bullet vibrator and begins rubbing it all over my pussy.

  “Oh my god,” I tell him, the physical sensation from the vibration and my desire for him combining to drive me wild already. “That feels so good.”

  “Does it, baby?” he asks, pushing the vibrator up inside my pussy while he expertly massages my clit with his other hand.

  He bites my neck and then each of my shoulders right on top— just above my shoulder blade— as if he’s marking me as his.

  “I’m claiming you as mine,” he says.

  “It feels so good, Maxim,” I tell him, letting go and giving in to the cascading feeling of near release. “Please fuck me, Maxim, please.”

  My carnal instincts take over and I moan and hum while I come on the vibrator and my juices drip out into his hand.

  “Please fuck me Maxim, I want you so bad.”

  “I love when you beg me to fuck you,” he says. “So much so that I’m going to give in and fuck my little slutty virgin, who is mine forever.”

  Forever.

  I’ve never felt more satisfied— emotionally or physically— in my entire life. And I love the fact that we’re just getting started.

  Maxim

  I grind my cock up against Celeste’s pussy while I squeeze her ass. Then I spank her with the whip while she cries out in pain.

  “Don’t stop, Maxim,” she says. “Please keep doing whatever you want with me.”

  “What my little slutty virgin wants, she gets,” I promise.

  I pull and twist her nipples and spank them some too. Then I ram my cock into her pussy, not slowing down to make it easier on her this time. I want to fuck her with the full force of my entire ten inches.

  “That feels so good, Sir,” she says, even though she also grunts in pain a little bit.

  She sounds out of breath and I know it hurts but I also know that she loves that it hurts. Just like I do.

  I give in to my wildest desires and fuck her hard and fast, looking down at my cock going in and out of her pussy as I squeeze it tight around my cock by applying more pressure to the inner part of her ass.

  I stick my finger in her pussy and spread it open even wider. My finger is crammed inside her along with my cock until there’s not room for anything else.

  “You’re stuffing me so full, Sir,” she says. “I love it. I love you.”

  “I love you too, Celeste,” I say, still barely able to believe I’m saying it.

  I never thought I’d love anyone. I’d never wanted to. Not after what I’ve seen love do. It can break a man: his heart, his soul, it even wears on his body. My father looks years older than he is. It can make a man cruel and heartless to his own son.

  But as I fuck Celeste, and she comes all over my cock and finger, I know I’ve never felt such deep surrender and complete wholeness at the same time.

  I want a different future— a better one— than the past my father had. Perhaps I could make a child with Celeste and prove myself wrong about what I wanted and what I can be. Perhaps I can be a good boyfriend, a good husband, a good father.

  The possibilities feel endless when her ass and pussy are spread wide open for me, when I’m jamming myself as far into her as I can reach.

  I take my finger out of her pussy and love how it’s dripping wet with her juices. I reach across her beautiful, curvy body and put my finger in her mouth while I stick the finger from my other hand into her pussy in its place. She eagerly licks the juices off of me and she’s really good at it.

  I’m surprised I haven’t made her go down on me yet, but I know there’s plenty of time for that still in our future. There’s plenty of time for everything.

  “Suck my finger like it’s my cock, while I fuck your pussy,” I command.

  “Yes, Maxim,” she moans, licking up and down my finger and then sucking hard on it, coming again on my dick.

  I take my other finger out of her pussy and then rub her own juices all over her asshole. When she’s done licking the finger that was in her mouth, I rub her own saliva— mixed with her own pussy juices— all over her ass hole as well. Then I stick my finger in her ass hole and play with it while I thrust my cock in and out of her.

  “Yes, oh yes,” she cries, and the thought of fucking her ass hole makes my cock swell with a huge load.

  “I’m going to come,” I tell her, pulling her hair back and making her look at me. “Your boyfriend’s about to come.”

  “I’m coming with you, Boyfriend,” she says, as we moan together and our breathing gets as hard and fast as my cock is fucking her tight, wet pussy while one of my hands is fingering her sweet little asshole and the other is pulling her hair.

  As I give in to the best orgasm of my life, I’m certain that she is everything I could ever want and more. I knew from the moment I heard that she was going to come to The Exchange club, I wanted her.

  I could tell from the moment I saw her that she would sell me her V-card on V-day. It was a given that I’d take her body and possess her mind with desire and passion she’d never before known. But I wasn’t anticipating what being with her would do to my heart.

  I’m a changed man, and I love that I am. I love what she’s done to me.

  “Celeste,” I moan, gripping her tight and meeting her hunched-over, tied-up body so that I can bite her collarbone one more time for good measure.

  So that anyone looking knows that she’s mine. I took her, I claimed her and I’m not letting her go.

  “You drive me crazy in the best way possible. I love you.”

  She’s panting and sweaty and my cock clearly loves it all as much as I do, because it spasms inside her after it finishes blowing its load. We are ending things on a much better note than we did a week ago. And I know it’s only just the beginning for us.

  She sighs, and turns her head to look back into my eyes, obviously thinking the same exact thing.

  “I love you too, Maxim.”

  And this time neither of us are embarrassed. Instead, both of us are completely fulfilled.

  Extended Epilogue

  ONE YEAR LATER

  Celeste

  "I now pronounce you husband and wife," the officiant says. "You may kiss your bride."

  This is not my wedding. It's Rachel's, to Billy. But I'm standing up here beside her as her maid of honor. And I'm wearing panties that have a vibrator in them.

  Maxim is here in the audience, as my wedding date. And of course, he has the remote control to the vibra
tor, in the pocket of his nice suit pants.

  I'd made him promise not to activate it during Rachel's ceremony. It's her big day— not mine. Billy had proposed that night after Maxim and I had officially gotten back together and he had taken me back into the Enclave.

  She and Billy were finally getting married— at a fancy resort in Scottsdale, with everything decorated in her favorite color, purple. I didn't want to mess anything up for them by humming or moaning out loud as a vibrator ripped its way around inside my pussy.

  But this little stunt is exactly the kind of "torture" Maxim likes to put me through, and I can't say I don't like it. In fact, I love it.

  As soon as the music starts playing and Rachel and Billy walk down the aisle, their arms held up while the crowd cheers and blows bubbles, I feel the vibrator turn on and begin to work its magic inside me.

  Holy wow.

  It feels amazing. Almost—but not quite— as good as Maxim's cock in my pussy.

  I shake my head slightly at Maxim, but I'm smiling. He grins at me in return and winks.

  Anyone looking at us would think we were a happy couple signaling to each other "We're next." And we are—or at least, I hope we are.

  Just like Rachel was at about this same time last year, I'm thinking that Maxim is about to propose any day now. And I'm starting to get a little antsy, wondering why he hasn't yet.

  But I'm trying not to worry too much about it because we've been having a lot of fun. He took me skiing at his cabin in Aspen and we've also been on a trip to Paris. I've met his dad and stepmom and— despite Maxim warning me of their overbearing "goody- two- shoes"-ness, I actually quite liked them.

  Maxim said that he and his dad are getting along a lot better now that he's "settled down" with me— although he added that if his dad only knew what I let him do to me in the bedroom, he might not be as proud of him, or me. I just hung on to the phrase "settled down," wondering when, if ever, that might mean "marriage."

  But more than just exchanging glances full of our love for each other, Maxim and I are sharing an inside joke. And I do mean inside. Because that's exactly where the vibrator is that he's controlling with the remote.

  As I walk up the aisle as part of the wedding recession, the swaying of my legs makes the vibrator hit my pussy in just the right spot and I draw in a sharp breath just as I pass Maxim's seat. He raises his eyebrows at me.

  He's teasing me. Taunting me. With the threat of a very public orgasm.

  Right after I pass the aisle where he's sitting, and just as I feel that I'm on the brink of an orgasm, he turns the vibrator off, as if to say, "That was just a little tease. There'll be more where that comes from later."

  I don't know whether I feel relieved that I don't have to ride the incredible wave of a climax in front of all of Rachel's wedding guests, or upset that I didn't get to come. I guess that as usual, Maxim has managed to make me feel a variety of different emotions.

  I have to be part of wedding party photos after the ceremony. I'm happy for Rachel and her big day. But I can't wait to get back to Maxim.

  I clench my pussy around the vibrator, imagining that it's Maxim's cock. I can't help but daydream about being with him later, at the hotel room he's reserved us at this resort.

  Finally, it's time for the wedding party to be introduced. As we enter the doors of the reception hall, I immediately feel the vibrator go off.

  "And now introducing Celeste Sheffield, maid of honor," the DJ says, and I do my best to sashay over to the bridal party table while feeling a rush of pleasure between my legs.

  Maxim's really turned the intensity up to full blast because by the time I reach the table I'm in the middle of an orgasm. I grip the edge of my chair before I pull it out, pausing to feel the ripple of pleasure coursing through my nerve endings.

  I take a deep breath and look at Maxim— who is sitting at a table not too far away— with both pleasure and near hatred as I experience an amazing orgasm I can't even tell him about because we're in public. He raises the sides of his handsome mouth to me and then he licks his lips as he watches me come.

  He's driving me crazy with the way he's making me need to be with him. To touch him, feel him, fuck him. Instead of just this piece of rubber that's lodged inside me, making me feel so good at his command. But I still have the entire wedding ceremony to get through. Or so I think.

  Maxim continues to tease me with the vibrator while I give my maid of honor speech and other wedding party members offer up their toasts. And also while we eat dinner, which actually tastes better than standard banquet wedding food usually does.

  Finally, it's time to begin dancing, and I can sneak over to Maxim's table.

  "I can't believe what you've been up to over here," I whisper to him, but he just grins mischievously and looks innocent.

  I turn my attention to Rachel, who looks radiant in her white wedding dress as she and Billy have their first dance in the middle of the reception hall floor. I'm a little disappointed that Maxim doesn't turn the vibrator back on. My pussy aches for it— for him. I tell myself to wait patiently until the festivities are over so that Maxim and I can focus on being together just the two of us.

  Then his hand slips under the table and up my lilac- colored bridesmaid's dress. He traces my inner thighs with his fingers before pushing them up against my panties.

  He curls his fingers around the vibrator and pushes it and out of me.

  Oh, my God.

  This feels even better than when it vibrates. Because he's the one doing it to me. The only thing better would be if it was his cock.

  My legs are spread partway open for him as he uses his hand to make the vibrator fuck me. I can feel it get slippery inside me as I come all over it, trying hard not to whimper.

  I can't help but lean in close to his ear and whisper, "I want you."

  "No," he says back to me. "You need me."

  And he's right. I do need him.

  "Let's get this party started!" the DJ announces, and I'm jolted into remembering that I'm supposed to help warm up the crowd for dancing and festivities.

  "I have to go," I tell Maxim, jumping up while I feel my own pussy juices running down my leg.

  He takes his hand away from in between my legs, which is a shame.

  "Hurry back," he says.

  "Come on," I tell Rachel, pulling her away from Billy. "Let's dance."

  Her other bridesmaids and I begin an awful attempt at the LMFAO shuffle, a throwback to when we used to go out dancing and do it at clubs. Maxim just stares at me like he can't keep his eyes off of me.

  The song ends and I give Rachel a hug.

  "Congratulations on your big day," I tell her.

  "Thanks."

  She's positively glowing.

  "You're next."

  I try not to blush.

  "I hope so," I admit. "Thank you again for talking sense into me.. I don't know what I would have done without you."

  "I have a feeling you both would have found your way to each other eventually," she says. "But you know me. Impatient as fuck. I had to make sure you guys got your act together sooner rather than later."

  We laugh and she stares off into the crowd where Billy is talking to some family members. She's clearly just as much in love as I am, and I'm happy for both of us.

  Then the DJ announces a couples' dance, and Maxim joins me on the dance floor.

  "You're so sexy when you dance," he tells me, as I lay my head on his chest. Then he pulls my chin up so that I'm looking into his eyes and he adds, "Almost as sexy as when you fuck. Which I want us to do right now."

  "What?" I ask him, looking around. "Where? How?"

  "Come with me," he says, and I follow him.

  Of course.

  I'd follow him anywhere.

  I look behind me to apologize to Rachel and let her know I'll be back. But she's dancing with Billy and staring up into his eyes, much the same way I was just doing with Maxim.

  "She won't even notice you're g
one," Maxim assures me. "She's a little too caught up in her own world today."

  "How dare she," I joke.

  "We're just going to have a little quickie."

  My heart races in excitement because I know that even quickies with Maxim are fun. Sometimes, they're the most fun.

  I'm expecting him to take me to the hotel room here that he'd booked for us. Instead, he takes me to a clearing in between the outdoor ceremony area where Rachel and Billy had gotten married and the reception area we'd just left.

  There's a row of bushes, and it's dark by now, but I'm afraid someone will see us. My heart nearly pounds out of my chest in a mixture of fear and excitement.

  "Maxim!" I hiss, as if I need to keep my voice down, even though no one else is around.

  "No one is going to be out here," he says. "Everyone is inside celebrating."

  "But what if they do come out?" I ask him.

  "Then it will probably be for the same nefarious purposes that have us out here," he says.

  But then he slaps my ass and says, "Are you going to let me do what I want with you or are you going to be a bad little girl that I'm going to have to punish?"

  "I'm not sure, babe," I answer, instantly falling into the role that I love so much.

  I don't even care anymore if someone sees us. I just want him to take me.

  Maxim

  After all this time, I still love how Celeste turns into putty in my hands. How she lets me take her anytime— and anywhere— that I want.

  Like right here, right now, out in the open. There's a tree behind us and I lean back against it and take my pants down.

  "Get on your knees," I tell her.

  "Yes, Sir."

  She kneels down and takes my cock into her mouth. I ram it further down her throat, as she eagerly swallows it. Then I reach into my pocket and hit the button.

  "Mmmm," she moans, as the vibrator does its jobs in her panties while I fuck her mouth with my cock.

  I love making her go down on me, filling up every cavity of hers with my cock: her mouth, her pussy, her ass.