by S. Cook
I’m practically begging for it – not just with my words, but my actions, my body. And I don’t care.
“No, Marie; you want me to fuck you. You need me to rip into your pussy so deeply with my cock until you forget any other man that has ever touched you.”
He said the words so gruffly I feel my very nipples harden and crinkle as if they’d been sandpapered.
Holy cow, fuck me now please, I moan deep inside though I am too breathless to speak.
“But before that, I want to show you who’s going to be in charge here,” he continues more softly, eyes blazing down into mine while still having my wrists immobilized above me. “You need to be taught a little lesson in discipline, little doll, because I told you once before, I’m not one of your man pets. If you and I are going to have anything together, starting tonight…then you better know how to handle me.”
“I’m ready.”
Oh, so ready I add achingly to myself as I gaze widely up into his eyes.
Dominick smiles tightly, lifting his hand from around my neck to smudge my lips with his thumb. And then he pushes it into my mouth. I part my lips willingly, my eyes closing briefly as I suck hard on his thumb, wetting it copiously.
He growls deep in his throat with lust, and then says plainly, “One rule: you will do everything I tell you. No more, no less.”
“Hmm,” I hum around his thumb, nodding my head with enthusiasm. I’d been sucking on him so tight that there is a “pop” sound when he pulls out his finger. “Little doll, I think you should answer me ‘yes sir’ or ‘no sir’, don’t you?”
I blink, trying to focus in order to actually act coherent.
“Oh…um, okay. I mean, yes sir,” I say, my breath coming with difficulty.
I am glad now that he is holding me up or I’d have crumpled to the floor. My breasts were thrust out by the way he holds up my arms, and now I see him look down at them, sheathed in the nude-toned lacy bodice of the designer dress.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “But then, you haven’t been that good, have you? Especially for thinking up something as foolhardy as getting me jealous with that public display of yours at the gala.”
Yes, I had known that kiss with Jeff would come back to haunt me. I just hope Dominick will be gentle with me. But on second thoughts - perhaps not too gentle…
“I’m sorry about that,” I say quickly. “I was just so…you always kept ignoring me – and then you came with that totally hot brunette…”
“That, little doll, was my niece. My sister’s daughter, who had wanted to accompany me somewhere glamorous and exciting for a change. And because of your antics, driving me crazy…I packed her off in a cab. I had to call her later while I waited for you in my car, just to make sure she got home safe, which she did. But that’s another thing I’m going to have to punish you for; you’re too much of a distraction. A distraction I’m still not sure I should succumb to.”
Oh no, please don’t tell me he’s already changing his mind, I wail internally, straining even closer against him as I try to push my breasts into his chest. His breath hissed in through his teeth.
“Just…just tell me what I need to do,” I half-moan, biting on my lip as I gaze up yearningly at him. “Please…sir.”
My soft tone seems to strike a chord within him, because I see the planes on his face darken in shadow as his jaw clenches hard.
“Well, little doll…first you’re going to have to take your punishment like a good girl. I will take you into the bedroom and give you the bare-assed whipping with my belt that you richly deserve.”
My eyes dart for a moment, as I feel my heart lurch with excitement and not a little bit of consternation.
He’s kidding, right?
This was just some kinky role play talk, wasn’t it? He didn’t seriously mean he actually wanted to really…
I look into his arctic, blistering, green eyes, and then I swallow with difficulty. He wasn’t kidding.
Oh. Shit.
“Last chance, Marie,” he says, correctly reading my expression.
I feel him lean in closer, his lips parting over my jawline as he traces a wet path down to the pulse beating at the base of my neck. He sucks on my skin hard, causing a gush of moisture to spread from my pussy lips. I buck against him in reaction.
He seems to chuckle softly, the sound tickling the tiny hairs on my sensitive flesh.
“Just say no, and I’m out the door,” he adds lightly, nuzzling his face at my throat even as his free hand hovers over my thrust out breasts, not touching, but keeping an inch’s distance as he ran his hand experimentally over my curves, finally gripping my hips and jerking me hard against his lower half.
A living, pulsing thing surges against the juncture of my thighs and I wince in torment at the feel of his thick, hard cock throbbing strongly beneath all those barriers, mine and his.
“You’ve got my criteria for staying, Marie; and if you can’t handle it, let me know. I told you you’ll be running the other way once you know the deal,” he concludes when I still can’t reply.
I flex my arms, ignoring the steady ache growing in them from being held in such a strained position all this while. Damn he was strong – so strong.
I could feel the power in his hands, in his frame; in the way he spoke like one used to issuing commands and having them obeyed without delay or question.
I’m wet; turned on more than I’d ever been in my life. I can’t say ‘no’ right now if life depends on it.
“I’m not running anywhere,” I say at last, giving voice to the terrible craving rising like an ocean wave.
“Good,” he says, lightly nipping my neck with his teeth and drawing a gasp from me. “Because, little doll, I do believe I’d have been physically incapable of leaving if you’d said no.” And then once again, he steals into my mouth with a kiss that chases away any more shadow of doubt in my mind.
***
He makes me say the words.
Makes me tell him exactly what I want him to do to me. I had since shed my fashionable gown; all I had on now was my matching little panties and bra, sexy little nothings, and my equally sexy high heels. He seems to love those heels.
He watches me take my dress off, watches me unpin my hair till it falls over my shoulders. Then he makes me take the long strands up in a ponytail.
And so it begins.
Nothing like this had ever happened before – not to me.
At first I had been concerned he’d want to get right down to the whipping, but nothing like that. No; he gets me all worked up first. As in, totally, completely worked up. Like, dripping down all over myself and moaning for release worked up.
And I love every second of it all…
Once he has me looking the way he wants, he asks me to get on my knees. As always, I see no reason to refuse or argue. He’s in control.
As I sit back meekly on my heels, hands on my knees, he stands there across from me, and starts to unbuckle and pull off his belt. I suddenly feel like we are in some enclosed space, a huge erotic bubble as I hear the “swoosh” of the belt being pulled from the loops of trousers which fit closely to his waist.
I swallow as I watch him place the belt on a nearby table. Just keeping it there, creating a magical circuit of sexual threat that I know we will journey on soon, very soon.
Suddenly, things begin to work in my body that I have no control over; and looking into his green, steady eyes, I know he’s feeling the same.
He unzips his trousers, and brings out his cock through the gap. My eyes widen with indescribable awe and lust as I view his thick, long and painfully hard cock held in his fist.
“Now, little doll. I want you to crawl for me. Right to where I’m standing. And then I want you to suck my cock. Take me deep down your throat. Is this something you can handle?”
Oh fuck, yes, I think with a twist in my belly.
I’d never been made to do anything like this; I understand it is all part of his way to bring me into submission, keep m
e under his command. What amazes me is how I have no inclination to protest the way he is treating me. Like some sex slave, about to be used only for his pleasure. All part of my “punishment” probably.
So why did these thoughts drive a shaft of solid heat through my legs?
It is turning me on; the loss of control, the shame. The fact that I don’t even care.
“Yes sir,” I finally say, very meekly.
I crawl to him, kneeling in front of him, and take his cock. And once I have him in my hands, I needed no more prompting. There is something inside me that knows what to do.
I gently grasp him, and stroke up and down with both hands. Then I take one hand and rub over the bulbous head, pumping downwards and getting the slickness from his tip coating the length of his shaft. My grip on him firms, and he groans an appreciative growl.
I gaze up at him, my blue eyes widened, trusting and filling with carnal excitement. He smiles a tight, sexy smile, and then grips my ponytail, twisting it round and round his wrist, and shoving my face on his cock.
I take him in my mouth. It feels and tastes wonderful. When he commands me to puts my hands down, behind my back, I obey, and use just my tongue and lips to pleasure him.
I lick him up and down, flicker my tongue around the under edge of his tip, and then run my lips up and down the strongly veined, meaty pipe. Finally, I lift my head and close my mouth over him, moving inch by inch till I am stretched tight around his incredible girth.
My lips have never been wrapped around something so big. Already, I ache, saliva dripping from the sides as I widen my mouth further to take him deeper. My tongue keeps busy, twirling inside, wrapping around his cock as I fuck my mouth on it. I’m not even sure how I know, but suddenly, I’m pushing myself to take his head down my throat, the muscles vibrating around him as I suddenly gag.
His hand in my hair tugs me back, and I draw in a hard, long breath. And then he shoves himself into my face again. He throat-fucks me methodically, and I let him thrust against me at the pace he wants. He slows me down when he needs to, letting the flames subside for a few moments, and then he begins again, gripping tight to my ponytail to keep me in place for his oral invasion.
Unexpectedly, he pulls me off him, and his cock bobs magnificently in my face. I lick on my moist lips, staring up at him longingly and seeing the blaze of lust in his eyes.
He tugs me up by my hair, making me wince as my roots scream at the roughness. He shoves me to the ottoman just inches away from us, and makes me kneel on all fours on top of it.
And here comes the point where he wants me to say it. Voice out the words. He commands me, makes me repeat what he wants me to say. And I find myself too willing to comply…
Please, sir… please punish me. I’ve been bad, and I need to be punished. Hard. It’s what I deserve.
The moment I say these words, I feel inexplicably liberated.
And then he pushes into my back till my ass is raised high, and he draws down my panties, leaving them to pool around the base of my thighs. I shudder at the exposed, vulnerable feeling which is worse than even being naked. I can’t believe how wet I am when he finally touches me.
He slides his middle finger over my clitoris for a few moments, before pressing down on it, making me moan. He moves that finger around the surface of my mound, and I’m so slick and slippery his movements are made smooth, unhindered. And when he finally eases his wet finger inside me, there is hardly any obstruction.
I gasp, shocked by the pleasure, by the masterful technique he uses, like he knows my pussy inside out, knows exactly where to find that spot. I can’t help it; I squirm and writhe, there on my hands and knees as he stands by me, his finger deep up my pussy.
And when his other hand reaches underneath my bra to cup my breast, I can’t stop myself from shuddering. My nipple feels so good, rolling around in his fingers. Being pulled and pinched, and hardened into one thick nub of lust. His fingers knead the firm, full flesh, groping me with a feral hunger. I grow wetter and wetter on his finger probing my pussy.
The sexual tension has built up inside me ever since he’d made me go on my knees. Now I am so close to orgasm I can taste it on the tip of my tongue. With his middle finger still fucking in and out of me, he then uses his index finger to play on my clit.
My whole frame convulses, and I’m tap-dancing on the knife edge of release - when he suddenly pulls his hand away.
I was busy letting out a long groan of protest that I almost didn’t notice when he took up his belt, doubles it, and lays it hard and flat against my ass.
Holy shit!
Nothing has ever felt as bad. Or as good.
My first instinct is to scream, to jump off the ottoman with a “what the fuck are you trying to do, kill me?” thrown at him in fury. But then so quickly he moves, holding me down with one arm pressed on my back, keeping my bottom high in the air in readiness for the next blow when it comes.
The sensation of leather upon my bare flesh is no easier to bear than the first time, right on the same spot. I did scream this time, very loudly.
“Quiet!” Dominick snaps.
I whimper, and I’m silent.
He leans forward, close to my ear. “My leather belt is always available for misbehaving little girls. And yes, my punishment hurts. Pain will teach you to conduct yourself better, sweet thing.”
Shivering from his soft words, I chew down a shriek as the third thump from the belt lands on the other cheek, giving me two points of pain to focus on. He draws his hand up again and it falls with terrible force upon my flesh. That makes two on each cheek, four in total. My ass feeling like I’d been whipped forty times, not four. The tender, abused flesh felt like it had increased ten times in size.
Oh God.
Why does it feel so good?
But then I feel the belt tapping on either side of my inner thighs, and instinctively, I push them far apart, every part of me trembling as I realize I am revealing my pussy even more to him.
I know what I’m doing is crazy, maybe even stupid. But I can’t stop myself, not even when the belt lashes down square in the middle of my ass and upon my exposed pussy mound. There is no way on earth I can keep from letting out a shrill scream of ecstasy. Dominick wastes no time in rewarding me with one more carefully aimed strike to my pussy.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I bite so hard on my lip I’m sure I’ll draw blood. But I don’t scream, the sound echoing noiselessly instead through my whole frame which trembles violently. I hear him fling the belt to the floor, his arm lifting off my back as he draws me roughly into a strong embrace, his mouth eating into mine in a possessive, harsh and hot kiss.
My ass and pussy are on fire, but I don’t care. How he manages to calm me, soothe me with just his lips, is hard to explain. But there is no doubt in my soul that I trust him, implicitly.
That is why I’d taken all he’d dealt out so far, taking it without thought to whether it is right or wrong. Because it feels so terribly lascivious to let him get away with anything he wants to do to me. I’d take everything he gives; the pleasure, the pain.
The punishment.
His mouth tears away from mine. He tugs me off the ottoman, and makes me step out of the soaked panties I had around my knees the whole time. I let him lead me to the bed, and he flings me there on my belly, dragging up my hips.
There I was, nose down, ass up. In nothing but my bra which is now slightly askew atop my breasts. As for him, he’s still fully dressed; he’d taken only his jacket earlier. Now, he frees his cock completely from his pants.
I shiver with excitement, waiting, hungry, and feeling so alive for the first time in a long while. When I feel him come up to kneel behind my parted legs, I can hardly breathe from all the anticipation.
He grabs my ponytail, jerking my head back. My spine arches in an uncomfortable curve and I wince, feeling his lips close to my forehead.
“You’re mine,” Dominick rumbles, voice thick with lust. “Say it.”
I gasp, “I’m yours.”
The second I say it, he thrusts into me.
Sealing the pact.
I’m jolted by the depth and force of that thrust; he’s inside me and I feel every thick, powerful inch of him. Just like he means me to. I gasp in bliss.
“Yes you are,” he goes on, pulling back and then shoving deeper inside me more than ever.
Stretching, killing me almost with the sweet strength of him. He begins to fuck me in slow, punishingly deep thrusts. Each time he pushes inside feels like he is driving a stake right through me.
He is merciless.
I can hear his low, harsh grunts as he pounds me with fierce, steady precision, then he says, “You need it this way.”
Yes, yes I do, I moan soundlessly as my mouth opens wide in a gasp. I need it like this; when he fucks me so hard it hurts.
Hurts so good.
And then he went straight from oil-well pump to piston machine. He ramped it all up in zero to five seconds. His hips move in a blur, as he takes my arms and crosses them behind my back, making me groan from the discomfort as he fucks my punished pussy roughly.
Holding my arms down with one hand, he reaches underneath my crotch with his other. I’m already on a separate plane of pleasure by the time he touches my clit. The speed and angle of his thrusts have found a perfect rhythm and I am well aware how little time I have left before I cave. And judging from his raspy, increased breathing, he isn’t far behind.
His thumb strokes rapidly over my clitoris, and I go rigid.
Helplessly, suddenly, I scream as I finally erupt into my long-awaited orgasm. My pussy flowing in contractions around his cock, and pushing him over the edge into his own carnal bliss.
“Aah…fuck!” Dominick groans, as he slams into me one last time, his every muscle straining into and against me before he calms, resting his welcome weight upon me.
The build-up, the violence, the sexual tension and finally, the copulation…It’s all tranquil now we both fall upon the bed, tangled up in each other, and replete.
***
Dominick’s warnings didn’t seem to matter now.
