Retraining the Dom

by Jennifer Denys

Aware that he had stopped, Olivia lifted up and looked around.

  Trey frowned angrily at her, although it was himself he was really irritated with. “I knew you’d never been able to stay still.”

  “That was a test?”

  Her confusion was evident, and he had to come up with something quickly. “Naturally. And since you failed, I am afraid that you won’t get the dildo.” Turning away from her he threw the dildo into the basin for discarded toys, taking the time to come to terms with his feelings. He needed to prove to himself that she didn’t have a hold on him and that he wasn’t falling for her.

  Hearing her moving behind him he put all the mastery he could muster into his voice. “Where exactly do you think you are going?”

  “I—I thought…”

  Finally turning around he saw a sub before him struggling to regain her sensibility. He smiled callously, the old Trey fighting to get out. “Get back to where you were. I am not finished yet.”

  Olivia straightened up, and the Domme in her reasserted itself. “You are not punishing me.”

  “No, I’m not. At least, not the way you think. But you deserve some form of punishment for the lack of respect and your disobedience, if not for your lack of trust. And if you never trust me I will never be free of this ‘training’ program.” He spat out the word “training”.

  She frowned, but resumed her former position, her body tense.

  But Trey was not going to use any punishment implements. He had a different punishment in mind, one involving dominance of a Dom over a Domme, his chance to get even.

  Moving forward he freed himself from his leather trousers as he returned to her. Taking her hips tightly in his hands, his cock, now fully erect and throbbing, found its way unerringly into its goal. Olivia’s pussy. He was glad he trusted her implicitly that he didn’t have to wear a condom as he hated wearing one. Sensations were dulled by condoms and so much more intense without one.

  Ignoring her cry he thrust swiftly into her. His only deference was to stop when he was fully in allowing her vagina to become accustomed to his size. He was surprised once more at how tight she was. He rather thought a mature woman like her, and someone who had been a Domme for many years, would be more open, but loved the fact that her snugness provided him with excellent friction.

  When the tenseness in her body eased he pulled out, only to plunge in again. He had enjoyed it when she had climbed on top of him on the bed and rode him, but this was so much better. From this position he could control the angle and the speed.

  Olivia cried out as he deepened his thrust, pushing in hard and quick. It was the cry of someone experiencing bliss, and it encouraged Trey to go on. He considered stopping and making her wait like she had done with him. But that moment came and went. Smiling wryly as he continued his plunges, he knew he was far too gone to stop now. He needed this release—badly. His fingers dug into her hips as he increased his speed and depth.

  “Oh Jesus Christ, that’s good. Sooooo good. ” Trey grinned at Olivia’s ragged cries as she became incoherent and started panting. Her hands tightly gripped the edge of the chair, which began rocking with their motion.

  As his balls tightened he went faster. “Come on, Livvy. Come on!” He begged her urgently.

  Suddenly there was a crack as her body began convulsing and the chair collapsed beneath their weight. His semen spurted wildly as she fell forward with an anguished yell, and Trey narrowly missed falling on top of Olivia by putting his hands out either side of her as they went down.

  His biceps trembled at the jolt, and Trey pushed himself quickly up, shocked by what had happened.

  “Ow.” Olivia turned over gingerly trying to avoid the splinters of wood beneath them.

  Trey reached out to check her. “Shit, Livvy. Are you all right?”

  “Just about.” She chuckled.

  Glad she wasn’t hurt, he tentatively asked, “Did you come?” In the aftermath, he was unsure if either of them had reached orgasm.

  “I think so.” She shrugged, and shook her head wryly.

  He laughed. “Whether we did or not it was one hell of a climax to that session!”

  Chapter Nine

  Trey turned and looked directly at Olivia as she stood to the side of the stage. It was getting harder these days to hold his gaze and not turn away. He was giving her a look of “this could be you”.

  When he had asked if he could do some public play to prove he was ready, to see if he would play up to the audience or concentrate on his sub, she had readily agreed. His training had to finish soon or she’d never be his equal again. Trey was getting to know her too well and how easily he could dominate her.

  But she should have been warned by the gentle tone he had requested this. He had come back at her faster than a bullet to suggest that she be the sub, just in case he started to go too far. He’d used this ploy before, and she instantly rejected this suggestion, only to receive a knowing smirk from Trey. He expected her to back off.

  The problem was she so wanted to be the sub, as she stood there watching him administer a paddling to the girl on the spanking bench.

  Karly moaned, and her reddening bum lifted. Olivia shifted on her feet, her own body echoing the play on the stage.

  “Stay still. Or I’ll stop now.” Trey warned the sub. For a moment Olivia thought he was talking to her. But he was looking instead at the sub, his muscles rippling as he lifted the paddle again in time to the beat.

  She’d seen him do a demo before to music and wished he’d put some on when he had controlled their scene last time. But it didn’t matter because she had been in ecstasy—at least until the chair splintered. How much of her bliss had been down to his expert handling and how much to her innermost need to be dominated, she wasn’t sure.

  Olivia remembered back to when her very first Dom gave her a paddling. His name was Gary, and he was her first and only Dom. Her smile dropped. She and her husband had been trying out BDSM and Rodney hadn’t been happy that she’d had so much fun.

  Her sigh attracted Trey’s attention, and he glanced in her direction.

  “Continue. I want to see more.” Her loud voice carried easily.

  Olivia returned to her memories as he moved into action. But they were not good ones. Rodney wanted her to be the Dominant one, and he the submissive. She had tried, but it hadn’t been easy for her. Back then she took no enjoyment from ordering him around, but worse for her was the use of implements for masochistic play. She felt sick with every strike. This was the reason she preferred the use of tools for sensation play.

  Trey was still watching her closely, so she schooled her features. She knew he wanted to get under her skin just as much as she wanted to do the same to him, but neither was giving in.

  Taking hold of his black tee-shirt, he pulled it over his head, and flung it away from him. Damn him! His sweat-lined body made her knees tremble, and she leaned against the wall at the stage edge.

  He looked at her knowingly. Was he aware of her emotional state? How her feelings for him were becoming much deeper than sub to a Dom.

  Lifting her chin she raised a sardonic eyebrow and sauntered over to the girl, turning her back on Trey as she did, but still aware of his eyes on her.

  Ignoring him, Olivia reached out a hand to inspect the girl pretending to check how hard Trey had struck her. It was obvious he had been holding back from how he wielded the paddle, but her examination confirmed it. However, she still asked the sub, "So, Karly, tell me how do you feel?"

  "Wonderful." Her voice had a soporific quality.

  Damn. That was a stupid question to ask. Olivia had forgotten for a moment that Karly was a pain slut and thoroughly enjoyed impact play. It was one of the reasons Olivia had asked for this sub for Trey's first public outing. Not that she didn’t trust him it was just that she was being cautious. She could feel him smirking behind her.

  "I'm glad to see my lessons have worked." She deliberately raised her voice, not only for the audience watching the
m, but for Trey. His huff behind her told her he wasn’t fooled by her pretense at being in charge. And a sham it surely was. For one thing this retraining of Trey had shown her was that he was the Dominant here. He merely let her have her way.

  She turned quickly on her heel toward him. “The paddle is a reasonably gentle tool, difficult to mark a sub. I know you are an expert, so show me how you use a dragon tail.”

  A dragon tail looked vicious. It was a single tailed whip, and its end looked just like the tail of a dragon. In other words it flared out into a triangular end, the tip of which was pointed and could deliver a wide range of sensations.

  Trey scoffed. “That piddling toy. A beginner could be trained to use that in minutes.”

  Olivia snickered. “But Trey, you are being trained.” He glared at her. Score one for her. “Show me what you can do with it. Prove to me you are the expert that you say you are.”

  She was goading him, and she knew he was aware of it, but he dropped the paddle and went to the glass fronted display cabinet to retrieve the item he had been challenged to use. However, she nearly jumped when he instantly snapped it. She looked at the whip. It was a thin one, made of leather. The handle was about ten inches long and the tail three feet. They typically cracked just like a normal whip. But she also knew the Dragon Tail could be used with very little sound. Silent but deadly.

  “Oh, Trey. Showing off again? I thought you had learned better.” A dramatic sigh followed this, and she nearly laughed at his tight face. “Now show me how you can use it quietly.”

  “You want quiet, eh?”

  The soft tone of voice wasn’t what she had in mind, although it certainly sent shivers up her spine.

  She raised her eyebrows, taunting him, pretending he didn’t affect her.

  Trey strolled toward Karly and stood for a minute testing the weight of the whip. Olivia had tried it once. She knew how light it felt. But that was deceptive as it felt like a toy and not a whip that could horribly sting. Of course, that’s exactly what some subs wanted—those who got off on pain.

  Olivia started. Without her hearing a sound Trey had flicked the whip and lashed at Karly, who yelped. Immediately going to the sub to check her body, Olivia saw she wasn’t injured and that she had probably cried in surprise as much as anything.

  “I used the broad head of the tail as opposed to the side or the tip.” His voice gave the impression that he was conducting a class instead of proving himself reliable.

  “Interesting.” She really was fascinated, even though impact play wasn’t her thing. She sauntered over to Trey and entwined her hand in the dangling tail. A frisson of naughtiness came over her, and she walked behind him so that the whip was wrapped around him. She snuggled against his back.

  “What are you doing, Olivia?” He sounded puzzled.

  “Show me how you do it.”

  Trey went to step forward to demonstrate, and she gathered his belt in her wrist pulling him back. “Uh-uh. I want to feel the action of your body as you use it.”

  He was silent for a moment, and then twisted his head around to look at her over his shoulder. “If you wanted to have a lesson you only needed to ask. But I can show you better if you were to come in front of me.”

  Olivia whispered, “Not a chance.”

  The corners of Trey’s mouth turned up, and he mouthed back at her. “Coward.”

  She huffed and released the whip. “Show me what you’ve got.”

  He shook his head at her innuendo. “Keep your head back so I don’t flick you.” She moved aside quickly.

  “If you hold the handle in one hand and the tip in the other and then snap it, it can deliver a very intense sensation. Like so.” He then proceeded to show her, eliciting another yowl from Karly, her face a mixture of pain and delight.

  Olivia turned away from looking at the girl’s face, relishing the feel of Trey’s shoulder muscles against her upper chest as he moved and kissed the line of his shoulders from one side to the other nibbling his neck as she went.

  “Are you trying to distract me?” She could tell he was disconcerted.

  “I’m trying to get you to show me how an expert can be in control.” Well, actually she was amusing herself trying to divert his attention. Part of her was jealous that it was Karly, and not her, lying there, knowing, as a Domme, that there was no way it could be her and keep the respect of the Club’s members. Part of it was to show their fellow Doms she was in charge of this scene.

  “Give me your hand.”

  “What?”

  Trey repeated his request taking her hand, presently wrapped around his chest and put the whip in it. “You are right handed, I believe.”

  “Yep.” What is he playing at?

  Raising her hand holding the whip upwards so that all could see, he then shook it. “Relax your hand. Don’t grip so tightly. The force doesn’t come from how hard you hold it, but how lightly you wield it.”

  That’s very interesting. “That’s a very good lesson. I hope all you new Doms out there are listening carefully. This is good advice.”

  Actually she meant far more than that. It was a subtle comment to Trey himself. The startled look in his eyes as he swiveled his head back to look at her told her he understood what she was saying. He needed to stop being so brutal. A lighter touch could be as potent, if used correctly. His light nod told her he had, indeed, learned his lesson.

  “Keep going.” His voice was husky.

  Relaxing her hands she moved the whip back and forth getting a feel for it. It really was light.

  Trey kept his hand on her wrist as she swung. “Okay, now move it like this.” His fingers gripping hers flicked the whip in a swift motion making it snap in the air, the dragon head bobbing up and back like a striking snake.

  “Hmm. Effective and beautiful.”

  He moved forward, and she felt bereft. He waved toward Karly. “Try it out.”

  Olivia considered this and then nodded. Standing at the side of the spanking bench she relaxed her clutch on the handle, swung it a few times and then struck at the girl. Karly hissed, and Olivia winced. She had hit her with the side of the dragon head.

  “Nice, if you intended to hit with the thin edge.”

  Chuckling, she replied, “It is so lightweight, it takes some getting used to. Maybe it’s not so ‘piddling’ after all.”

  Trey sidled up behind her, pressing himself into her backside, wrapping his arm around her body, holding her firmly. It was payback time. His hand was close to her mons while his other hand closed around hers as she held the handle of the whip. “Don’t grip it so far down. Bring your hand further back toward the top. You will get more control that way.”

  Olivia was so aware of his hardening cock against her she could hardly take in his words and struggled not to tremble in his arms.

  “Whilst Karly enjoys all flicks from this particular implement, a newcomer would be best practicing on an inanimate object.”

  She knew she had to move or lose herself completely and stepped away. “Good idea.” Was her voice as shaky as she thought it was?

  He grinned.

  Damn him. He knows. Olivia cleared her throat. “So, since we’ve moved into the other part of your retraining, that of passing on your expertise to another person, why don’t you give us some more tips?”

  Trey narrowed his eyes at her. Olivia stared back.

  For a few moments neither looked away, nor said anything.

  Then Trey harrumphed. “It depends on whether the ‘other person’ is a male Dom or a Mistress.”

  One of the audience watching, a Dom called Jonas, commented to his companion, “Doesn’t make any difference to Olivia. She was born with balls.”

  Olivia frowned at them. Trey had made her feel feminine for the first time in her life. She forgot her size made her feel big and lumpy and was suddenly reminded of her real life as a Domme. Her voice was strident in her irritation. “Why would gender make any difference?”

  “Actually it
is more height that is the issue, as it is about center of your balance, whether you are tall or short.”

  She was mystified, and fascinated. “Explain more.”

  Looking around him, Trey signaled for a chair to be passed up onto the stage, and Olivia’s bafflement grew. He shushed her away from the side of Karly and placed the chair there instead, inviting her to sit in it.

  Olivia tapped the whip against her thigh.

  Trey laughed. “Come on. You wanted to learn more. Sit.”

  She reluctantly did as he requested.

  “Now try the whip again.”

  Olivia tensed.

  “Go on. You’ll see.”

  She frowned. “Are you okay for me to continue, Karly?”

  “Yes, Mistress. Use it as much as you like.”

  Smiling indulgently at the sub’s response, Olivia lifted the implement and flexed her wrist. This time it landed with the flat of the dragon head. She raised her eyebrows in amazement and looked up at Trey who nodded knowingly at her.

  “Sitting down like that you are more straight-on to the sub, but when standing a tall woman—or a man—usually has to angle it downward. It is more difficult to hit with the flat side at an angle. It doesn’t always follow, but it’s something to consider when you are practicing.”

  Olivia was fascinated by this tutorial. Then she noticed the audience standing around the stage avidly watching them. It appeared the entire club was there.

  Uh-oh. She had to be careful not to appear the newbie Master here with Trey in control of the scene. Standing, Olivia gestured to the chair asking Trey to sit down. He gave her a curious look, but did as she asked. She then rested a boot-covered foot on the edge of the chair. By standing over him like this it was standard assertive behavior.

  “So tell us how you would finish a scene like this.”

  However, Trey wasn’t going to let her get away with this easily and ran a hand up the inside of her calf, showing off a familiarity with her body. “It depends on whether the sub is in need of attention. Sexual that is.”

  Bastard! She glared at him.

  He raised cocky eyebrows back at her, smirking.