She Took Me in Hand: 3 Lesbian Dominant/Submissive BDSM Romances

by I. M Rogue

  SHE TOOK ME

  IN HAND:

  3 NOVELLA SET

  BY

  I.M ROGUE

  COPYRIGHT 2015

  ***

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  TAKEN BY MELISSA

  MY MISTAKE

  DOMINATED AND HUMILIATED

  AN ABUSIVE PENANCE

  OBSESSED

  EXHAUSTED AND TESTED

  FISTED A BOTH ENDS

  THE LADIES CLUB

  SPORK PUNISHMENT

  TWO FLAMES

  LONG TONGUE LIZ

  THE PREY

  MY BEDROOM WINDOW

  SOCIALLY INEPT

  SISTER PREY - STACY

  SANDY”S DISCOVERY

  A FIRST FOR BOTH OF US

  IN THE SAME BOAT

  LITTLE MISS SNEAKY

  ALPHA LESBIAN

  A FOUNTAIN OF GOOD CHEER

  REUNION

  MOLTING

  RAVAGED

  CONQUERED BY COURTNEY

  THE STRAWBERRY ABRASION

  THE BELLE RINGER

  MY NEW MISTRISS

  TEST OF DEVOTION

  THE CHERRY STALKER

  THE CORSET REDEMPTION

  OWNERSHIP PAPERS

  STACY’S HARD NIPPLES

  THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL

  MELTDOWNS

  MISTRESS FOR A MOMENT

  FIVE FINGERED REWARD

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  TAKEN BY MELISSA

  MY MISTAKE

  “That was a fantastic story Melissa” my husband Edward stated.

  I glared first at him, and then at Melissa. I’d long suspected she was cheating with my husband at work. They were partners in the same law firm with their offices right next to each other. Many nights over the last few months he had needed to “work late” with Melissa on one case or another.

  Working late on my husband, aren’t you bitch?

  “Didn’t you think that was a great story Constance?” He asked while swigging down his fifth martini.

  I looked around the room not wanting to answer. We were hosting a party for the law firm and I had spent all week preparing our home to entertain thirty guests. It irked me that Melissa would be one of them.

  “It was an okay story, if you like that kind of thing” I replied disinterested.

  Edward put his hand on Melissa’s leg and informed the group that she was the best storyteller he had ever met. I had enough of their fawning and got up to mingle with a different group. While walking past Melissa I swayed my hip out discreetly and knocked the glass of red wine she was holding, spilling it all over her white dress.

  Her dress looked horrendous, and I secretly rejoiced.

  “Oops, how clumsy of me” I insisted.

  Melissa bolted to her feet and looked down at her gown in shock. She asked me where the bathroom was and I begrudgingly offered to show her. I led her to the upstairs bathroom and she slipped out of her messed up dress.

  She is tall, standing five feet eleven, with long sandy blond hair that drapes down past her shoulders like a piece of fine silk. Her toned arms and shoulders highlighted ample breasts and a torso that angled down to a perfectly shaped ass. I stared at her gorgeous body and hated her.

  “Your dress looks really bad, I hope I didn’t ruin it.”

  “Oh don’t worry about it. It’s a party and accidents happen,” she replied.

  Just then Edward opened the door, a new martini in his hand, and asked if everything was alright. He saw Melissa in her underwear and she grabbed the stained dress, covering herself with it quickly. For a brief moment I thought that I noticed them give each other a secret nod, and my anger began to boil.

  Edward excused himself and closed the door awkwardly. Melissa sighed, and asked if I had anything she could wear for the rest of the evening.

  “What was that nod you gave to my husband?” I inquired probingly.

  “What nod? I don’t know what you are talking about.”

  “He saw you in your underwear. The two of you looked at each other and secretly nodded.”

  “I really don’t know what you are talking about Constance. I didn’t nod at him, and I sure didn’t plan on him barging in on us.”

  “I don’t believe you.” My tone became more accusatory. “Why do you stay late so many nights with him at work? Am I supposed to believe you have so much important work to do together every night? I am not that stupid.”

  “I never implied you were stupid” she responded. “But I think you are being really paranoid about our relationship. Fooling around with Edward is the last thing on my mind. We are just good friends.”

  I felt sure that she was lying and became very angry. I don’t like to be played as the fool.

  “Friends with benefits you mean.” I scoffed.

  “No, we are regular friends and I don’t like your accusations.”

  I lost my cool and slapped her home wrecking face, leaving a pink handprint on her cheek - proudly noting her beauty was tarnished by my vengeance.

  “I can see you are confused so I will pretend that never happened. But don’t ever come at me again. By the way, keep your housewife dresses, they are not my style. I’d rather spend the rest of the party in the stained dress.”

  “How fitting to remain in the red stained dress” I mocked as she slipped the dress back on. She ignored my statement and walked past me and back to the party.

  This is hilarious. The skank looks ridiculous in that messed up outfit.

  I went back downstairs and noticed Edward looked very drunk now. It was after midnight and many guests were gearing up to leave. Melissa walked over to my husband and struck up a conversation. A minute later they both burst out laughing.

  They are laughing at me – I just know it.

  I stormed over to where they were standing and announced loudly, “This slut is fucking my husband so be careful ladies. Keep your eye on your man when she is around.”

  The room grew silent and everyone turned to look at us awkwardly. Melissa began turned red. These were all of her coworkers and now she had been exposed. Edward staggered over to me and tried to clarify any misunderstanding I might have. He stuttered and slurred making no sense, finally giving up and returning to the bar for another drink.

  The party broke up quickly after that, people said their goodbyes and began exiting in groups. After five minutes everyone had left except Melissa who helped my exceedingly bombed husband to a chair, where he passed out. I walked over with an ‘all’s fair in love and war’ attitude and got in her face.

  “Shouldn’t you be leaving now bitch” I hissed at her.

  “You know what is funny? I promised Edward that I would help you clean up afterwards. I hated the idea of you being stuck with all this work. I guess that was my mistake.”

  “You fucking made that offer to sneak into the shadows with him you whore.”

  “I have tolerated enough from you. I am leaving just to get away from your crazy ass” she stated firmly.

  As she walked past me I grabbed her hair and pulled it hard, craning her neck backwards before releasing it.

  “Don’t touch me. I won’t warn you again.”

  I slapped her in the same spot that I slapped her before while calling her a slut.

  She turned and slapped me back. I saw red and my anger exploded. I raised my hand to strike her again but she grabbed my arm before I could de
liver the blow. I tried with my other hand and she also grabbed that arm. She was a foot taller than me and was able to hold me at bay, frustrating me immensely. I struggled hard against her grip but she was too strong for me to break it.

  I refused to admit she is stronger than me – or admit she is better than me in any way. I kicked the point of my heel hard into her shin and she released me before buckling over in pain. I used this moment to slap her across the top of the head and she look up pissed. Before I knew what is happening she threw me down to the carpet and was on top of me. She straddled my stomach and held my arms down forcefully.

  Furious that this skank had gained the upper hand I fought with all my might against her hold. She managed to keep me pinned and I dug down deep, mustering all the strength I could, and struggled harder. I managed to slightly unpin my arms while calling her every filthy name that popped into my mind. For a moment it appeared I might get free and I continued to struggle hard. After a minute of this it became clear I could not escape and I was forced to stop struggling out of sheer exhaustion.

  I rested my arms and she pinned them on the carpet over my head. I was revolted at both her and my failure to escape. With words as my only means of attack I started repeating “legal whore” over and over. I could tell it was upsetting her and continued to repeat it mockingly.

  Suddenly I saw stars. I never saw it coming, but she slapped me hard across the face, and it lit my fuse again. Before she could re-pin my hand I flailed my arm to slap her back, missing wildly. She pinned the arm again and laughed. I resumed my struggle and gave it everything I had, panting wildly, determined to escape no matter what. My adrenaline surged - I fought and struggled using every muscle in my body until they were so fatigued I had to go limp.

  Melissa released my arms and slapped me again, burning my cheek. I tried to hit her back but she easily grabbed my weary arms and pinned them. My struggle this time was short lived. I had no more energy to fight back and she knew it, my muscles had failed and I struggled to even lift my arms. She released her hold on them and slapped my face unchallenged, humiliating me.

  I lied there too exhausted to fight back and she slapped me again, the sting of it searing my cheek and making me feel inferior. I tried to ignore the shame I felt over this situation. But there was no escaping, she was stronger than me and was winning.

  DOMINATED AND HUMILIATED

  Over the next few minutes she continued to mockingly slap my face and laugh at my helplessness. The sting became too painful to bear and my shame grew. My face felt like it was catching fire and I writhed beneath her in pain.

  “Quit it” I growled when I could no longer handle it.

  “Apologize for your behavior” she demanded.

  “I am not apologizing to you – you home wrecking slut.”

  “I haven’t done anything to you, bitch” she insisted.

  Again I felt like she was playing me for a fool and indignantly spat in her face. Mustering all the muscle I could to lift my arm, I tried to slap her. She pinned it back down easily and let me struggle some more. I could no longer lift my arms at all, and lay there, an exhausted hump beneath her. She laughed at my defeated posture and returned to slapping me mockingly, having little sympathy for the agony is caused. I realized I had no more defenses and took the abuse without resistance. I became overwhelmed by the pain. Finally I pleaded, “Please stop Melissa.”

  “If you want me to stop then lick your spit off my face” she stated between slaps.

  I had no alternative but to respond “alright.” A victory smile stretched across her face and she leaned down over me warning, “if you continue to attack me there will be no further mercy.”

  I believed her, and stuck my tongue out to lap my spit off her chin. I tasted the foundation of her makeup as I lapped up my own spittle until it was all gone.

  “There, is that good enough?” I inquired.

  “So, I am supposed to forget everything you did to me? Those people that you humiliated me in front of are my coworkers. In fact, they are your husband’s coworkers so you also humiliated him.”

  “The mention of her and my husband reignited my rage.

  “Forget about my husband you slut.”

  Melissa got off me and ordered me to stand. I tried to struggle to my knees but my muscles were burning mush and I collapsed, still too exhausted.

  “You weak little entitled bitch” she scoffed. Fine, you think Edward and I are having an affair huh? Why would he bother with me – can’t you take care of him?”

  “Fuck you” I stammered.

  She rolled me onto my back and sat down on top of me – straddling me, and undid the top button of my blouse.

  What is she doing?

  “How dare you!” I stammered.

  She undid the second button, and the third, all the way down. I was embarrassed but there was nothing I could do to stop it. She pulled my blouse aside revealing my black satin bra – the most expensive one I own.

  “So this is what you spend your husband’s money on. Let’s see what you got that is so expensive” she stated unhooking the front.

  “Quit it you lez” I growled.

  This seemed to make her angrier and she ripped my bra open, tearing the stitching. My modest breasts were revealed and she laughed teasingly. They were much smaller than hers and she stuck her chest out mockingly as she laughed.

  “You call these titties?”

  She reached down and pinched both my nipples between her thumb and forefingers. I struggled indignantly with what little strength I had left. She slowly squeezed my nipples harder and harder - increasing the pain each second until I finally cried out for her to stop.

  “It’s too late Constance. Whatever happens now – you earned it.”

  She pinched extra hard and I cried out again, but she refused to back off.

  “Edward!” I yelled out, hoping for a rescue, but he was passed out on the couch, dead to the world.

  I barely had the energy to writhe as she stringed my nipples mercilessly.

  “Say you are my little slave girl.”

  “I am your little slave girl” I screamed out desperately.

  She released her grip and I gasped in relief.

  “Let me show you what a real woman’s tits look like.”

  I watched her slide the wine stained dress up over her head and toss it to the side. Her strong lithe physique reminded me why I lost the struggle so badly. She reached behind to unhook her bra and her large breasts burst free. They were fully tanned and her nipples were brown and prominent.

  God she is so much prettier than I am.

  “Feel them” she ordered.

  I feared disobeying her but struggled to raise my fatigued arms. Melissa shook her head, grabbed my hands and placed them on her tits. I had never actually felt another woman’s tits before and curiously squeezed them. They did feel much different, much fuller than mine, and I secretly envied her.

  “From now on your name is ‘Dinky” she announced. “Now Dinky, suck my tits.”

  “I am not into that” I replied alarmed.

  SLAP! – a hard slap stung my face. I was about to submit to her request when another slap strikes the other side just as hard.

  “Please Melissa, please…no more. I will do it.”

  Smiling she lowered her boobs down on my face. I kissed the sides of them and attempted to get to the nipple but she began moving - shaking her breasts over my face and slapping me.

  “Suck them” she ordered still slapping me with them. I flopped my mouth around trying to suck her tits as they slide back and forth, smacking against my face. She began laughing at me. I felt like a fool and continued trying.

  Finally she stopped and lowered a nipple down towards my mouth. I latched onto it obediently and began sucking. I smelled her musky perfume, which in an odd way made me feel important, and did my best to please the exquisite tit in my mouth.

  This is kind of interesting. They are nothing like mine. It kind of fee
ls…good.

  Melissa softly moaned at my work and I decided it really did make me feel good pleasing her superior chest. She tried to pull it back but I sucked continuously until another slap snapped me back in line, and I released the exquisite breast.

  “Now my Dinky slut – do the other one.”

  I realized by the way she was treating me that I was not going to get out of this easily. She was going to collect on my bill until she was satisfied. She fed me her other breast and I went to work on the nipple diligently. As I sucked she put her hands on my sore nipples and massaged them, gently this time.

  I can’t believe she has complete control over me. This is insane.

  I began to feel owned by Melissa – her obedient object. As her hands worked my breasts it began to arouse me. Somewhere deep down I was proud this amazing woman cared enough to bother. Especially after all I had done to her at the party.

  She arched up and looked me in the eye to verify I would release her nipple on command this time – which I did.

  “Making that announcement in front of my coworkers requires serious reparations – so stand up Dinky. It’s time to pay the piper.”

  She got off me and I again struggled to get up, feeling like a giant wet noodle. After waiting she became impatient. She grabbed my hair and pulled me to my knees firmly. I groaned as some of my hair ripped off in her hand.

  On the nearby coffee table sat a serving bowl of fondue on a hot plate. Melissa drug me over to it, still holding me by the hair. I watched as she picked up a large metal serving spoon and scooped up a steaming portion of simmering fondue.

  “I didn’t get to try the fondue tonight. It is a shame to let it go to waste.”

  She moved the spoon over to my right nipple and I felt the heat of the molten cheese.

  “Please don’t” I beg terrified.

  She slapped the spoon onto my nipple and held it there firmly.

  “Ahhhh!” I screamed out in pain. She kept the spoon on my nipple tightly until the fondue slowly cooled off, with me writhing the whole time.

  When she pulled it back the hardened cheese formed a falsie over my breast.