His eyes flickered to hers with great interest. “Livvy. What’s this? And where does the chain go, I wonder? You are not wearing a collar, so I can only presume it is attached to something else.” This is fascinating. Why such an obvious sub thing to wear? Not that Doms didn’t wear piercings as they could be quite intimidating to a sub, but being attached to her breasts, as he guessed they were, it was more submissive than Dominant. He wondered why she had become a Domme instead of staying a sub.
Olivia hesitated briefly. He could see indecision in her eyes—to let him continue or to stop him? Her voice was husky when she conceded. “Well, you had just better find out.”
Yes!
“And while you are there, see if you can give my breasts the same attention you gave my pussy. I expect only the best treatment, and failure will mean a punishment.”
“Oh, naturally. I’d better perform to my highest then, Mistress.” He was being sarcastic, but it was an amusing banter, and he was thoroughly enjoyed their repartee. And if it relaxed him and made him into a better Dom who connected with his sub then she had done her work properly, he wryly noted. She was obviously enjoying his administrations in the meantime.
Keen to see more, he swiftly undid her corset, practically ripping the two halves apart, the laces nearly torn from their holes. Then he suddenly stopped.
“And what is this?”
Trey was not asking about the chain, but a tattoo instead—a tattoo of a phoenix it appeared, rising from flames as it curved in flight across her stomach.
“I’ve had it a long time now. Like it?”
Olivia shivered as he trailed his fingers along the line of the bird’s body, its wings spread wide. Without looking he guessed the tail was around her back. It wasn’t an obvious representation of a phoenix as they were usually upright, not diagonal.
“Very nice. It’s good work.” He wasn’t particularly into tattoos himself, but this one intrigued him. He glanced up at her, leering. “And where is the head, I wonder?”
She smiled. “You’ll see.”
There were only a few more holes with the laces still entwined. Rather than tearing the rest of it Trey held her gaze as he deliberately worked the remaining cords loose, his knuckles teasing the sides of her lovely large breasts, which lay heavily on her chest. Olivia was quivering, and he was pretty keyed up. He wondered if the desire he saw in her eyes was echoed in his. He hadn’t been this desperate to have sex with someone in a long time.
When he finally pulled the corset apart and saw her naked breasts, he caught his breath. Each nipple had a ring in it holding the other ends of the chain. The phoenix curved around one breast, its teeth about to bite her right nipple. It actually looked more like a dragon than a phoenix, except for the flames it was flying out of.
“Did you have this done when you were a sub?”
“No, actually. I didn’t.”
“Then why? Surely you know the signal this gives off of you being submissive.”
Olivia laughed, but it was a harsh sound. “Yeah, sure. It was a reminder that part of me is a sub, but hidden. Just like most of the tattoo.”
He sat forward, his hands gripping the arms of the chair to hold her still when she started to rise. “Tell me why you became a Domme.”
She was tense and angry, but he wasn’t letting this one go, and he held her down until she relented.
“Tell me.” His voice was firm, but soft, almost pleading, knowing somehow that demands wouldn’t work with her.
“My husband was more submissive than I was. It’s that simple.”
Trey sighed. He suspected there was more to it, but now wasn’t the time to force the issue further. “Thank you. Now that deserves a reward, whether you are sub or Mistress.”
He raised his hands to clasp each of her full breasts. Olivia was a voluptuous woman. At her age she probably had to work hard in the gym to keep her stomach flat. Well, flatter than some women her age. He never liked women with six packs, but he equally didn’t like those who didn’t keep trim. Olivia was just right, and her breasts were simply stunning.
“God, these are gorgeous.” Even he was surprised by the awe in his voice.
“They are sagging.”
“No, they’re not. They are perfect. So many of the young subs who come through the club have small, perky breasts, or, even worse, large, artificial ones.”
She tried once more to sit up. “That’s it. Let me go. Mine are not pert anymore.”
Trey held her hands to the arms of the chair. “You are missing the point, my love. I don’t like perky. I want full-bodied with generous dark nipples.” Just like hers.
That obviously stunned her, and she slumped down suddenly. Moving his hands back to her breasts, his thumbs rubbed the hard nipples causing her to arch her back. He then took hold of each ring and tugged just slightly, not sure how sensitive they were.
“Oh God. Trey!” She sat forward and gripped hold of his upper arms. He wasn’t sure if she meant to hold him still or stop him, but she sure was panting heavily.
He released one of her breasts.
“Nooo.”
Trey found himself enjoying the submissive side of Olivia for a change. He took hold of the chain pulling it gently, then harder. It was the breast with the phoenix tattooed on it.
Her breath came out in a whoosh, and her nails dug into him.
Stopping, he dropped his head and licked around the breast following the line of the phoenix’s head down to the abused nipple, gathering it into his mouth taking in the ring as well. The chain came out the side of his mouth. He sucked hard at first, and then reduced the intensity, licking around the now puckered point tickling it with his tongue before letting it fall out his mouth with a wet pop and tinkle of chain.
Olivia leaned back in her chair with a sigh. “That’s so good.” Her voice sounded unusually high pitched.
Trey genuinely couldn’t remember when he was last happy to please a woman. “Glad you liked it. Now there is something you can do for me since I am in desperate need here. The sight of those luscious tits chained like that has sent me skyrocketing, and I am going to blow.”
As he stood up and unzipped his jeans, pushing them down carefully, he swiftly set them aside along with his underwear. It was a relief to release his throbbing cock from the tight confines. Olivia giggled. He was engorged, nearly pointing vertically, very hard and dark red with need.
“Poor baby. Did you want me to suck it again? Did you like it so much last time?”
“Nope.”
Her face fell, and he chuckled.
“I want to tit-fuck you instead.”
As she raised her eyes to his he could see she was obviously astonished by his suggestion.
Taking advantage of her surprise he softly asked, “May I, Mistress Olivia?”
She nodded her head, unable to resist his entreaty, as he knew she would. But this wasn’t about topping her, or forcing her to be submissive. He genuinely wanted to do this.
“Take each breast in a palm of your hand and hold them out.”
When she did as he asked he moved in. Olivia pushed her sumptuous globes together around his throbbing cock. It was a good thing the chair was quite high and she was tall, but she still had to lift them up to encase him as she eased forward to sit on the edge of the chair.
“That’s it, baby. Just right.” He then started thrusting, slowly at first, to ascertain the correct positioning needed to get the right amount of friction, and then faster. His hands reached to her shoulders gripping her tightly to him as he rocked against her quicker and quicker, relishing the clench of her breasts around him, soft yet firm, as she held them together. He was lost in a dream wondering if her pussy would feel similar around his cock.
Olivia then interrupted his reverie to choose that moment to remind him that, while he might have the upper hand, she was still the Domme here. “Trey, don’t come.”
He momentarily stopped. “What!”
She laughed strong
ly, clearly back in control. Trey really enjoyed it. Livvy might be loud, but it was a full-bodied and warm sound.
His lips twitched as he wanted to join in, amused at the situation. How exactly had she managed to get him to enjoy being dominated? Somehow it didn’t matter. With her it was just fun. But then she started squeezing him tightly between her tits as she rocked against him. “I didn’t say stop. It’s just that I haven’t given you permission to come yet.”
Unable to resist her movement he started thrusting again. His face screwed up in agony. “For God’s sake, Livvy.”
“What was that? Were you asking for release?” Her voice was thick with sarcasm.
“Please.” He winked at her.
Instead she raised an eyebrow and didn’t move.
Trey sighed. “You are such a bitch.”
That was obviously not the right thing to say because a shuttered look came over her face, and she let her breasts go.
“All right! All right.” He softened his voice. “Please may I come, Mistress Olivia?” Trey stopped, his body shaking, as he held back his semen by strength of will.
Olivia gathered her globes once more, although her mouth was still pursed. “Not sure you deserve this.”
“I’m sorry. Really!” He gave her his best pleading look. The sort his subs gave him, hoping it would work more on her than theirs did on him.
She snorted. “Jeez, Trey. You try my patience, you really do.” But it worked as she pressed her breasts firmly around him, squeezing him tightly and gave him his release softly saying, “Come, my love.”
The sound of her endearment rather than her action did it.
“Ahhhh!” He shouted his climax loudly as his spunk went all over her breasts, on and on until he finally stopped and leaned forward, his head drooping in exhaustion, and he gripped her shoulders tightly as the last few drops came out.
Olivia starred down at her semen-covered chest, which looked as if the phoenix had spewed out a mess of white gloop. “Jesus, Trey. How much stuff have you got up your junk?”
Chapter Seven
“Bondage is the lesson today.”
Olivia knew this was something he had been resisting.
“Trey.” She waited until he looked at her. “I know you don’t want this, but you must, or you will fail your training and you’ve improved so much.” It was true, although she had never really gotten to the reason he lashed out at Marilyn that time, and wondered what his mother had done to him. But it wasn’t something she could force him to confess, any more than Trey could get her to reveal secrets of the past.
“Fine.” He spat this out as he glared at her.
She simply raised an eyebrow and waited for a proper response.
“Fine, Mistress.” Well, the tone might be sarcastic, but at least he remembered her title this time.
Olivia was actually enjoying their confrontations. Much more than she thought she would. It was fun to lock heads with him knowing he had to give way to her for the sake of his retraining. However, she was now desperate to have sex with him, but it was something that just couldn’t happen. She couldn’t run the risk that he would top her, again. Once upon a time she would have loved him to dominate her, but too many years had gone by since then.
Putting her hands on her hips she gave him an order. “On the bed. Now!”
Trey’s mouth twitched at her command, but did as she demanded—a little too eagerly she pondered. He might think she wanted him there for sex, as she had commanded him to strip his clothes off when he arrived in the room, but actually she had other ideas.
“Arms over your head.”
He hesitated. “Are you still with your husband, Olivia?”
“What?” She blanched. Why on earth was he asking that now? She turned the question back on him. “Oh, I see, hoping to divert my attention in the hope that I won’t tie you properly. Hmm, eh, Trey? I know how your mind works. The answer is, no, I’m not.”
He hesitated as if he wanted to ask more, but got on the bed. Olivia ruminated, as she bound his arms together tying him to the spindle in the headboard. She knew from his file that he had never been married. She must ask him why sometime, although she suspected it would be a similar reason to her, never wanting to allow anyone to get too close.
When he tugged, clearly checking if she had left any room for him to get out, he grimaced when he found he was well and truly tied, and she was pleased.
Olivia had used bondage rope, the kind that was thick and soft, so it didn’t chafe the skin, but she was well experienced in bondage and knew her business. It was tight enough for him not to be able to slip out, but didn’t dig in.
Now she had him restrained she began to relax. Moving to the bottom of the bed she sharply tapped his shin. “Legs apart.”
Trey narrowed his eyes and quickly drew his knees together holding them away from her. “Oh no. No, no, no, no, no.”
She was astonished by his reaction, although she wasn’t really that bothered about restraining his legs. She was planning something else. The look on his face, though, gave her a moment of reflection. Was he teasing her, or was he scared? Surely not the latter. This is Trey we’re talking about.
“Is this a hard limit for you, Trey?” Olivia frowned as she asked this question. She was sure he hadn’t raised this when they discussed limits during that first meeting at the restaurant.
He seemed to hold back a grin. “Yup. Didn’t I mention it earlier when we talked about likes and dislikes?”
She was suspicious, and stared at him intently.
“Hmm. You know you didn’t.” His head was turned as if he was avoiding her gaze under the guise of looking at the rope. He might be genuine, but she wasn’t sure she believed him. However, she gave him the benefit of the doubt this time and moved away to the cupboard before returning with a feather. It was long, and pink, and attached to a rod.
He turned to look at her again, and his face was a picture of confusion. If he was playing a game with her it was instantly forgotten as he must be wondering what she was going to do with the item she held. She wafted it around in the air and then used it to point to his limbs. It might seem innocuous, but it gave her the same feeling as holding a cane. Props could be so useful in this business.
“Lower your legs. Even if I don’t restrain them I want them down and open, mister.”
Trey did as she asked with no hesitation. She guessed he would be intrigued to see where she was going with this. However, when she brushed the feather up the inside of his leg to his thigh he nearly spurted on the bed as pre-cum dribbled down his erect cock. He drew his legs back up with a cry. “Ahhhhhh!”
Olivia impatiently tapped the handle on her thigh. “Oh, for Heaven’s sake, Trey, I never would have taken you for a baby.”
“But it tickles!”
This was so unexpected she chortled out loud.
“It does!” Even Trey started to laugh now, and she knew without a doubt that he’d been trying to top from the bottom with his pretence of submission. Maybe a better description in this instance would be trying to “outDom” her.
As she moved to kneel on the bed, her weight made it sag under their combined weight. “Okay, sub of mine, we’ve established that. Put those legs down, and open them again.”
Moving in between his thighs she let out a gasp of surprise when he suddenly clasped her basque-covered torso with his knees holding her tightly. The bastard had the temerity to smirk at her.
“Uh uh!” She pushed at them to make him release her.
He sighed dramatically as he relaxed his legs, although she wondered if he was getting desperate to control a scene. It wouldn’t surprise her.
“Now we know how ticklish your legs are, so let’s see about your body.” She mischievously ran the feather across his body, tickling his belly button, then smoothing it over his ribs. Trey tensed trying to avoid the sensation. When she moved toward his armpit, an area she suspected would be sensitive, he shifted on the bed desperately pull
ing away from her, except his arms were restrained.
Her amusement at his struggles was obviously annoying him as his face tightened, the previous fun behind them. She leaned forward to rest her body over his, her breasts pressed against his chest, to hold him steady. Taking advantage of her position he quickly encased her in his long legs again, and he turned both of them over so quickly that Olivia was beneath him, and on her back, in a wink.
It was a manoeuvre worthy of a wrestler. She was amazed that it worked, as his hands were still tied and she wasn’t a small woman.
“Well, aren’t you the clever one?”
Despite the change in the positions, and the fact that she was now on the bottom, Olivia passively lay there looking up at him as he moved to lie more comfortably with his forearms either side of her head on the pillow. His face was close to hers, her arms pressed between their bodies, the feather lying abandoned beside them.
Stunned at how comfortable she was, she didn’t try to push him off her, or even wriggle out from underneath him, which she probably could have done since his hands were still bound. She wanted to see what he would do next. Besides, it felt right.
“So, this is more like it.” She rolled her eyes in an attitude of long-suffering which caused him to chortle.
“You know, I can’t remember the last time I had fun with a sub.” He sounded genuine.
“That’s my line. You’re the one being the sub, remember.”
“Oh yes. And exactly who is on the top here?” As if that wasn’t enough, he bent his head to nibble her earlobe.
She wriggled a little, and he pressed her further into the bed before licking her neck. His tongue was causing ripples to go through her body. After a few moments of delicious necking she finally asked rather breathlessly, “Are you going to move anytime soon?”
“Nope. I am perfectly comfortable here. Today’s session was about bondage, wasn’t it? I am still tied. I now know what it is like for the sub to be restrained while their Master—or Mistress—tortures their body. End of lesson.”
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