Dominance Submission BDSM Erotica Burning for Him

by Michelle Fox

  When she was bound in place, he stood back and watched her with satisfaction. “I will play your flesh like a conductor commands the symphony. You will scream for me.” To emphasize his point, a large vibrator appeared in his hand like a magic trick and he waved it at her.

  Selena swallowed and strained to clench her legs together. Terror and anticipation swirled in her stomach. This has to be a dream: It’s just like my books. The thought gave her some relief and she relaxed a tiny bit, justifying it with the argument that dreams weren’t dangerous.

  He shoved the vibrator into her wet passage and she gasped at its invasion. It didn’t hurt, she was much too wet for pain, but its sudden presence was a shock. “We’re going to play a game.” He held up a remote and with the press of a button the vibrator shuddered in her core. “The more you come, the more you will be punished. The less you come, the less you will be punished. We’ll go five rounds. Each orgasm will earn ten strokes of the flogger.”

  Her eyes went wide at the rules of the ‘game’ but she didn’t have time to dwell on it. The vibrator gained speed and Selena’s legs began to tremble. A wave of pleasure emanated from her core and swept over her body, stiffening her nipples. Khan used the remote to vary the vibrator’s speed. It whirred as fast as a jet engine, rushing her to the pinnacle of a climax and at the last second he would slow the speed until it pulsed like ponderous heavy footsteps through her inner walls. Again and again he increased the speed and then cut it to almost nothing. The sudden absence of sensation made her stomach drop every time. Her hips circled, reaching for him as her eyes locked on the remote.

  “You want it?” He held up the remote, finger on the button.

  She nodded.

  “Ask for it.”

  “Please, may I have more?”

  He moved to stand at her side and like lightning his hand smacked each of her breasts in turn. She shrieked and twisted in her bonds trying to evade him.

  “I am to be addressed as Sir or Master at all times, understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Now, try again.”

  “Please, may I have more, Sir?” She couldn’t keep her bottom lip from trembling as she begged.

  He nodded with a smile and pressed the button.

  Her hips bucked as the vibrations brought her to the brink of orgasm.

  “Don’t come, my pet.”

  Her breathing stuttered, almost stopping. Every nerve was alive and broadcasting throbbing ecstasy. Her core bore down, gripping the vibrator, squeezing and then fluttered as the climax broached the point of no return.

  “Are you coming?” His voice was stern, admonishing.

  When she didn’t answer, he smacked her nipples again. The sensitive tips tightened against the unexpected mix of pain and pleasure his rough treatment elicited. “I asked you a question, pet.”

  Selena thrashed in her bonds, her head turning form side-to-side as she fought for control. “No, Sir,” she finally managed to gasp out.

  He looked perplexed. “It looked like an orgasm to me. Let’s try this.” He pressed the button on the remote again and the vibrator went even faster.

  Selena moaned and her eyes closed as she focused on not losing her grip on the edge of no return. She thought of maggots, of mold, of naked old men, anything to help distract her from Khan’s sexual domination. But her imagination was no match for the hard technology between her legs. Another press of the remote and the vibrations came too fast for her to think let alone breathe. With a shriek she was cast over the edge, pleasure exploding in her like dynamite in a dark mine.

  “You’re beautiful when you fight, but even more so when I win.” Khan flashed a grin at her, amused with himself. Selena wanted to say something, but the vibrator started up again.

  This time she was able to fight through the pleasure and resist the orgasm. That earned her a curt nod of respect as well as a new toy between her legs, a clitoral vibrator held in place with straps around her thighs. Now Khan had two remotes and he used them in tandem to flood her with pleasure.

  Selena’s arms twisted in their bonds, holding them so tightly her fingers were numb. Her legs were taut as a ballerina’s, every muscle tensed in the desperate effort to hold back the tidal wave Khan had unleashed. At one point he turned both of the vibrators off and left her hanging, aching for sensation. Setting the remotes aside, he ran his hands over her body, tugging her nipples into even tighter prominence and tickling the hypersensitive hollows behind her knees until she moaned.

  “All this is mine to do with as I see fit, right my pet?” He swept a hand from her shoulder, along her torso over her hip and down her leg for emphasis.

  “Yes, Sir,” Selena said.

  In response he turned both vibrators on high and left them there, smiling when she began to quiver. “You fight well, but I always win.” With that he turned them off, throwing Selena into a dark agony of need. The echoes of the vibrators shivered through her and her core spasmed, searching for sensation.

  “Oh please Sir,” Selena begged. She was an unscratchable itch, a bottomless pit of desire, an unquenchable thirst. She needed him to turn on those vibrators or surely she would lose her mind.

  “What do you want me to do, my pet?”

  “Turn them back on, please Sir.” She lifted her hips in supplication.

  He zapped her for a quick second and then turned them off again. She whimpered, hips bouncing on the bed, grinding in endless circles.

  For several long minutes he played her like that; zap on, zap off. Each vibration lifted her up closer to the crest, a slow agonizing ascent that he drew out for as long as possible. Sweat beaded her lip and wetted the back of her neck. She couldn’t catch her breath and gulped air in ragged pants. Her heart thundered in her chest, pulsing in time with her core.

  With no warning, he turned the vibrators on full blast. Her back arched and she stopped breathing as her entire body convulsed. Pleasure screamed through her, standing her hair on end and rushing her with goose bumps. Her hips bucked and jerked, riding sensation like it was a wild horse about to unseat her.

  After that he untied her and let her rest on the bed for a moment. She lay there, limp and unable to form coherent thought, her flesh tingling as if she’d just touched a live wire. The echo of her orgasms ached in her core, sated but yet unfulfilled. She realized she would need him between her legs, driving into her wet passage to know true relief. This had just been an appetizer, the entree was still to be served.

  “It is time for your flogging.”

  Selena opened her eyes to see him standing over her. She couldn’t keep herself from involuntarily recoiling at the sight of the flogger he held. Offering her a hand, he pulled her to her feet and guided her to a wooden contraption that looked a bit like a sawhorse, but wasn’t. With insistent pushes and pulls he prodded her into position. When he was done, her torso lay along the longest piece of wood with her knees on the platforms on either side of the center and her arms hanging down beside her. Leather straps bound her in place and despite her best efforts to wiggle, she moved no more than an inch in either direction.

  “By my count you only won a reduction of ten lashes, my pet. Your flesh is weak.” He stroked her back with the flogger. With no force behind it the strips were soft as a caress. His fingers went to her nexus and shoved their way into her tight passage.

  She moaned as he worked one then two then three fingers in her, using them to stretch her opening wide. “So wet and I’ve barely touched you. What a greedy little pet you are.”

  The first hit from the flogger fanned over her back in a stinging array. Selena winced and braced for the next hit which spread out to strike untouched spots. By the time he moved down to her backside, her back throbbed like a bee sting. As for her ass, he warmed her up by spanking her with his warm hands and then flogged her fast and furious until tears trickled down her face.

  He counted the strokes, his voice even and measured and her body shook, crumpling under the force of the
flogger. Hot pain burned over her skin, making her feverish with desire. She had dreamed of being flogged like this. Thought of it with her hands between her legs, plucking her clit until she cried out in pleasure. The reality was more intense, but lived up to her expectations. She was held down, in Khan’s complete control and all she had to do was relax and let him take her as he wished.

  After the last smack of the flogger, he ran his hands over her back and ass lightly massaging her skin which was overheated enough that even his warm hands felt cool in contrast. “Forty hits is no small feat, pet. You have done well.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” she said in a soft whisper. She felt as if she was floating and her head swirled as she lost touch with reality. Only his voice and his touch anchored her, without them she might have spun off into space.

  “Now it is time for my reward.” His hard length pressed against her wet entrance. She couldn’t see him from her current position, but she could tell his pants were gone from the way his skin sizzled against hers. His body radiated heat like a camp fire and she basked in its glow.

  Selena’s eyes went wide as he inched inside her. She had thought the vibrator was big, but Khan put it to shame. In a moment of clarity she asked, “Are you wearing a condom?”

  He laughed and goosed her ass cheek. “You are mine to do with as I please. I will take you any way I want. However, rest your worries for I am under a spell that prevents children and disease. You will carry no baby of mine.”

  Selena frowned thinking she heard a note of sadness in his voice, but then he entered her and she couldn’t think of anything except the feel of him pressing against her inner walls. He was long and wider than any man she’d known. Just when she thought he was buried to the hilt, he advanced even deeper.

  Her slick walls spasmed around him, outlining his size and shape. He pulled back until just the tip of him remained inside and then surged forward. Her whole body shifted with the power of the stroke and she grunted as he hit the limits of her flesh. He repeated this pattern again and again until her inner thighs trembled with pre-orgasmic tension.

  “Do not come yet.”

  Selena hissed in response, her head arching back as she bit her lip. She squirmed as he pounded into her.

  “Defy me and you will punished.” His fingers dug into her hips as he forced her to hold still, to submit to the pace he wanted. The small dominance made her even wetter and she gave a soft moan at the thrill of being taken by a man like Khan. Of course this all made it so that she lost complete control, her orgasm spilling over the borders she had tried to keep in place.

  She came with a loud cry, her legs shaking and hips pumping up and down within the confines of her bindings. Khan growled in displeasure and thrust in and out of her with fast, furious strokes, punishing her with his cock. She soaked up his roughness, glorying in the way it gave her climax an edge.

  “Yes, Sir. Yes,” she said, her voice breathy and eager.

  He smacked her ass in response. It was supposed to be a rebuke but her body used the sensory input to feed her orgasm, making it last longer than any she’d ever had before. Finally with a cry of his own, he came. His semen spurted so hot inside her, she wondered if it would scald.

  After that, there was a quiet moment while they each recovered from their mutual bliss. His weight collapsed on top of Selena like a heavy electric blanket set on high. She could feel the push of his stomach against her back as he sucked in air and relished the way his weight pinned her down, forcing her to stillness.

  Then he untied her and helped her to the bed. Brandishing a long pearl necklace, he said, “Your orgasms belong to me. You came out of turn and your defiance has earned you a punishment.”

  She looked at the necklace with a puzzled expression. If she wore it, the pearls would reach her belly button.

  He waved her back. “Scoot back and spread your legs so I can show you what do to.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Curious, she complied with his request and couldn’t suppress a squeak of surprise as he began to shove the pearls into her pussy.

  “In the morning when you wake, you are to insert the pearls--” He paused and gave her a pointed look. “Every last one inside. You will wear them until I remove them tomorrow night. Do you understand my pet?”

  She nodded. “Yes Sir.”

  He pushed the last of the necklace deep inside her with one long finger and then sat on the bed. Motioning her off the bed, he said, “Now kneel before me and clean my cock.”

  She scrambled to the floor and knelt between his muscular thighs. The pearls were heavy inside her and shifted when she moved, sometimes giving her innermost walls a little pinch.

  For the first time she saw his cock. Even at half mast, it was a beast, thick and long enough to make her wonder how it had ever fit in her.

  Khan reached up and cupped the sides of her head with his hands, pulling her forward. She opened her mouth and his cock slid past her lips, filling her mouth with its pulsing heat.

  “Suck.” The command was simple, the delivery stern.

  Selena hurried to oblige him, her cheeks and tongue working to take all of him. Khan fed her his cock until she gagged.

  “Relax,” he said simply and then pushed deeper.

  Selena breathed through her nose and thought, This must be what sword swallowers feel like. It felt like his cock was at the precipice of her esophagus, ready to slide down into her stomach. She suckled him as best she could, struggling to not only accept his length, but to bathe it all with her tongue.

  Eventually he withdrew, his cock glistening with her saliva. He nodded in approval. “Very nice, my pet. Your mouth has served me well.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  He stood and lifted her to her feet and then pushed her onto the bed. “Spread your legs.”

  She did as he asked, breath stuttering as he slowly pulled the pearls out of her. The white globes slide over her skin in a rhythm of smooth followed by bumpy. Her walls quivered, still raw and sensitive from their coupling earlier.

  With a flourish, he removed the last pearl from her dark wetness. “Tomorrow, my pet.”

  “Tomorrow, Sir.” Her head spun with what everything they had done. “This is the best dream I’ve ever had,” she murmured.

  Khan frowned. “I’m no dream, pet.” He took her hand and put it on his chest, pressing her palm into the hard muscles there.

  After she gave a drowsy nod acknowledging his words, he tucked her into bed and then went to wash off the pearls in the bathroom sink. Laying them on her nightstand he leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. “When I arrive tomorrow, be naked and on your knees waiting for me with those pearls dangling between your legs.”

  She looked at the pearls with wide eyes and he put a finger under her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

  “They’ll be inside you, pinching and teasing all day. A reminder that I own every inch of your flesh. Think of me and the night to come.” He bent down and kissed her. She sighed against his lips, her eyes closing in bliss. When she opened them again, he was gone as if he’d never existed. The only proof of his presence was the lingering soreness of their time together. With a contented sigh Selena drifted off to sleep.

  ***

  The next morning, Selena hit the snooze button on her alarm five times too many. Finally, reality could not be denied and she forced herself to sit up, swinging her legs over the side bed. Her whole body protested the movement with an assortment of aches and pains. Rubbing the back of her neck, she frowned as the memory of the night before came to her. “That was a hell of a dream. Wow.”

  She stood up and stretched. In the process, her gaze fell on the night stand where a long string of pearls lay. She froze for a second and then sank back down on her bed as her knees went weak.

  Picking up the pearls she ran her fingers across them. “Was it all real?” It must’ve been, she thought with wonder. Selena shivered, remembering where the pearls were supposed to go.

  ***

>   Later that morning, Selena ducked into her office at Klas Enterprises, hoping no one would notice she was late. She’d not only overslept, it had taken forever to insert the pearls as Khan had instructed. She still couldn’t quite believe he was real, but the way the pearls slithered and pinched inside her served as a tangible reminder of his domination.

  Every movement, no matter how small, brought a new sensation, a pinching caress that kept the previous night at the forefront of her mind. A craving blossomed in her belly, making her impatient for her demon lover’s scorching touch. In the nondescript cubicle that served as her office. she stashed her purse in a desk drawer. Turning on her computer and settling into her chair, she tried to look as if she’d been there a while. Luckily her job was mostly to write software code and required little interaction with her peers.

  Realizing it was unusually quiet, she peeked over her cubicle wall, scanning the floor for signs of life. Aside from a few phones ringing, there was only silence. No co-worker chatter or the thud of footsteps in the hallway. She sniffed, noticing the smell of bad coffee that normally permeated the floor was missing. The office was empty. She checked her cell phone just to be sure she hadn’t lost her mind and accidentally come to work on a day off, but the screen told her it was Thursday.

  “Where is everyone?” she whispered to herself. With Khan’s appearance in her life, she couldn’t rule out more esoteric theories as to why she was the only person at work. However, much to her relief, a group of co-workers soon turned the corner, chatting animatedly.

  Selena pretended to type as she eavesdropped.

  “This is going to mean big changes,” said a male voice that sounded like Dan, the accounting manager.

  “Who do you think will replace him?” asked a woman, the nasal whine of her voice identifying her as Cara, an administrative assistant.

  They passed Selena before Cara’s question was answered. Distracted, she opened her email and frowned when she saw her boss’ name at the top of the list with the subject noted as ‘urgent.’