The Girl Who Can’t Deny: A Story Of Domination And Submission

by Jennifer Jagger

  I shivered and continued to lay there, trying to relax. I felt his hand travel up my thigh slowly, teasingly, and my breathing sped up, my heart beating fast. I spread my legs slightly, giving him more room, begging. He chuckled and delved a finger between my lips, feeling my wetness. I jerked when his finger found my clit, then forced myself to stay still as he tortured it. I figured he would move eventually to my hole, but he stayed where he was. Oh, god, he wanted me to come just from that. Well, he was about to get his wish.

  I began to shake, panting quietly as I felt my orgasm coming. Suddenly he stopped, and my thighs automatically clenched together, trying to keep the pressure going. I looked at him, my eyes pleading him, begging him. He laughed and shook his head.

  "No, Miss James, you must wait." And with that, he reclined his seat, popped in some ear buds, and tuned me out completely.

  I hoped to be sneaky and started to slide my hand down, but his hand came and grabbed it. With his other hand he lifted his forefinger and shook it, telling me no. I literally grunted in exasperation, then blushed when someone looked over. I could feel the edge of the orgasm still there, but with no way to achieve it, I knew it would go away. I sunk sulkily into my seat. This was gonna be a long flight.

  Despite being denied what was bound to be a wonderful orgasm, I managed to get a few hours of sleep before we landed. I felt so incredibly relaxed and at peace, until I looked over and remembered who I was with. I immediately felt on edge, not knowing what Mr. Decker would do next. I decided to be on my best behavior, saying my Sir's and looking down when he looked at me. We got out of the airport and to the hotel without any incident. I was surprised. I expected him to… - I don't know what I expected.

  When we walked into the hotel of the lobby to check in, I couldn't help but look around in awe. I had never traveled before, never been anywhere fancier than a Super 8, and was so excited! Mr. Decker handed me my room key and we headed to the elevators. He spoke to me as we waited.

  "Miss James, when we get to the room, you will go to the bathroom and undress. I expect you to be on the bed, completely naked, and laying down face-up in five minutes."

  I shivered, my pussy suddenly dripping, causing me to clench my thighs together to keep it from running down my legs in my pantie-less state. I nodded as we walked into the elevator. Suddenly he grabbed me, forced me face-first into the wall, hiking up my skirt and slapping my ass over and over. I screamed and writhed as he punished me. He didn't stop until the doors opened, pulling my body against his and leaving my skirt up.

  "From now on, I am Master. Yes, Master, no, Master, and thank you, Master. That was the last time you won’t answer me. Got it?" he demanded. I groaned and nodded.

  "Yes M-Master," I stuttered. He released me with a push and grabbed our bags. With a quick yank, I fixed my skirt and started looking for the room. I found it quick enough and ran for the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me.

  I took maybe a minute to shed all of my clothes and run out of the room, landing on the bed with a small bounce. I stayed perfectly still, my eyes closed, as I waited for Mr. Decker. I was practically shaking with anticipation, my smarting bottom instilling me with a tad bit of fear. One thing was evident, one thing I knew for sure; I was aroused beyond my wildest dreams.

  The door slammed, and I heard footsteps. I practically held my breath, excited and waiting.

  "Open your eyes," he said, his voice quiet and cool. I opened my eyes and saw him leaning over me, a smile on his face. My face burned as I blushed, and he grinned wider.

  "Oh, embarrassed, my dear?" It was obviously a rhetorical question, so I stayed silent. His hand came up and wrapped one hand around my throat, lightly squeezing, before trailing down to my chest, his fingers circling around my nipples. With a quick move he pinched my right one, and my back arched into his touch as I gasped. Mr. Decker's other hand quickly came up and slapped my left thigh.

  "You will stay quiet," he practically whispered, pinching it again. I arched my back once more, but kept my mouth shut. His hand moved, paying attention to the other nipple, before moving his hand down to my tummy.

  His fingers tingled against my skin, making me anticipate every move he made. My eyes closed as his hands came to my pubic mound, the fingers playing with the coarse hairs there. I blushed and made a move to cover myself. He slapped my hand away, coming up to grab my face, squeezing slightly.

  "Did you just try to cover up?" he asked. I knew I needed to answer.

  "Yes, Master," I whispered. He sat beside me, pulling me up so I was sitting in front of him.

  "Why?" he asked. I looked down, embarrassed.

  "I'm not... shaved, Master. I don't know if that is what you want," I whispered, seriously worried about this. He held my chin up and looked at me.

  "You're beautiful, Jessica."

  Mr. Decker stopped and looked at me, seemingly lost in thought. Finally he nodded his head and stood up, beginning to loosen his tie. I became confused and decided to try and speak.

  "What are you doing, M-Master?" I asked, still stumbling on calling him Master. He smiled down at me.

  "Tonight, Jessica, I am simply Will. No 'Master', no rules. Oh, sure, I may tie you up, spank you a bit, but not in the way I originally intended." He sat down and grabbed my shoulders. "We need to get to know each other, our bodies, and be comfortable with one another. So tonight, just normal, mind blowing sex."

  I looked at this man, this man who had me tied up in knots from the moment I stepped into his office for the 'promotion', and kissed him.

  4. Mind Blowing

  Oh god, that kiss. I never in my life had experienced something so passionate, so erotic. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue explored mine, one of his hands coming up to take my hair down and then twist into it, pulling and making me gasp. Will's mouth fell to my cheek and made its way down my neck, licking and sucking and biting. I groaned as he landed on the pulse point right at the junction of my neck and shoulder and sucked hard. My body bowed into his as he bit down, and I gasped loudly. I felt his lips turn up into a smile and heard him chuckle.

  "Do you like that?" he asked. I nodded, my breath coming in heavy pants. He laughed and bit down again, and my hips thrust up of their own accord. Will pulled away, causing me to moan lightly, and stood beside the bed.

  Slowly, teasingly slowly, he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing inch after inch of his glorious chest. Finally he reached the last button and let his shirt hang loose, that incredibly tanned and well-toned chest just staring me in the face. I stood and placed my hands on his shoulders, sliding his shirt slowly off and onto the floor. I let my hands run down to his chest, my fingernails scraping his nipples. He let out a low growl as I did so, and his hands came down to start undoing his pants as my hands reached his wonderful abs and, oh, god, how hot, his happy trail.

  His pants dropped but I couldn't bring myself to look down, despite the fact that I could feel the heat coming from his raging erection. I got on my tiptoes and latched my mouth onto his neck, sucking and biting and growling against the skin. Will's hands came around my waist and pulled my body flush against his, and I blushed as I felt his pulsing member against my thigh. Dear Lord, this man was huge! I bit down hard, and he let loose a stream of expletives.

  "If you keep doing that, this will turn into much more than normal sex," he said breathlessly. I giggled and kissed down his neck to his chest, stopping right above his right nipple. I looked up at him, smiled, and went for it.

  Will practically jumped out of his skin as I sucked and tongued his right nipple, obviously unable to tell whether he liked it or not. I bit down once, and he groaned, and I could tell he loved it. I switched to the left one, giving it the same treatment, before kissing lower down his stomach and tracing his abs with my tongue. I followed that delicious happy trail and landed on my knees in front of his – Jesus, what a monster!

  I don't know how anything could look so scrumptious, but the glorious phallus in front of me mad
e my mouth water. I couldn't help but lean forward and take the head into my mouth, sucking hard.

  His reaction was instantaneous and intense. His hips thrust forward, shoving almost all ten inches into my mouth, and he groaned loudly. I put my hands on his hips to steady him as I went farther down. I felt the head hit the back of my throat and relaxed the muscles to get him farther. I gagged lightly and swallowed, hearing his moans of pleasure and grinning at myself. I held my position, sucking as hard as I could. I gagged once more and came up, panting and gasping as I looked up at him.

  With a hand in my hair Will pulled me up and into a bone crushing kiss, moaning into my mouth. I pulled on his bottom lip with my teeth, and with a growl he lifted me up and pushed me against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, and his member was right at my entrance. He pulled away from my mouth and dived for my cleavage.

  "Are you on birth control?" I heard him mumble. I nodded fast and he nipped at the top of my breast before slamming his hardness into my tight hole.

  I screamed as pleasure coursed through me. Being fucked against a wall was so primal, so passionate, and so incredibly sexy. I held onto his shoulders and threw my head back, moaning and gasping over and over as he thrust into me with amazing speed. Without warning I was thrown onto the bed, my legs hooked over his shoulders. He thrust again, and the new angle got him so deep. I felt that familiar building in my stomach as he pushed me farther and farther into pleasure.

  With a thrust and a bite onto my neck I came, screaming his name and arching my back. One, two, three more thrusts and I felt Will's hot seed fill me, spilling out, and he collapsed beside me on the bed, an arm thrown around me. I whimpered as aftershocks of pleasure shook my body, my breath coming in heavy pants. Will gently wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against his chest, spooning me and stroking my hair while planting light little kisses on my back and neck.

  "I think I'm going to enjoy our agreement," he muttered, before falling asleep. I couldn't help but agree as I too succumbed to sleep.

  5. The Party

  Something felt weird. I knew I was alone in bed, but I felt like there was someone in the room with me. I tried to open my eyes, but when I did there was darkness. I shook my head and realized there was a sleep mask on my face. I also noticed that I couldn't move. I flexed my arms and legs and felt silk scarves at my wrists and ankles. Then the panic set in.

  I began to wiggle and struggle against what was restraining me, grunting with the effort and trying to keep my breathing calm. I had no idea what was going on, and I was freaking out. Tears streamed down my face, and I started sobbing out loud. Then I heard it. Footsteps against the carpet in the room. I turned my face towards the noise.

  "Please let me go. I'll do anything," I whimpered, trying to reason with whoever had tied me. I felt a slap against the inside of my thigh, right at my pantie line, and I cried out.

  "Shut up, slut," said Mr. Decker. I gasped and shut my mouth, trying to stay still. Another slap on my opposite thigh made me jerk, but I stayed silent. I heard him chuckle.

  "We are done playing around. I am your Master. Period. I'll call you whatever you want. Do you understand?" He asked. I swallowed.

  "Yes, Master," I whispered. Mr. Decker caressed my right breast, pinching the nipple lightly.

  "Good girl," he whispered.

  Suddenly he shoved a finger into my hole, and I arched my back, pulling at my restraints and trying to keep quiet.

  "Oh look, the little whore is wet. How naughty." He thrust in and out hard and fast, adding another finger. I kept quiet the whole time, although it was hard because Mr. Decker had this uncanny ability to hit my g-spot with every thrust. I felt myself coming closer to orgasm, and at the same time felt him slow down.

  "No, no, no. You have to ask to come," he said, coming to almost a complete stop.

  "Please Master, may I orgasm?" I whimpered. He stopped and withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling empty and unsatisfied. I heard him walk away for a bit, then come back. He placed something at the entrance of my pussy, toying with me gently.

  "Come for Master," he growled, as he thrust the small vibrator into me. I screamed and writhed as I came everywhere, my juices soaking the sheets beneath me. Mr. Decker laughed and left the toy in me, turning off the vibrations and letting it sit there.

  I shook and moaned lightly as I came down from my pleasure, vaguely aware of being untied and unmasked. I searched and saw Mr. Decker standing beside the bed, folding the scarves. I slowed my breathing and waited until he was facing me before I tried to speak.

  "Master, may I sit up?" He smiled and leaned over to pet my head.

  "Good girl. Yes you may," he said, offering a hand to help me up. I sat and flung my legs over the side of the bed, spreading them before looking at him.

  "Is Master going to take the toy out?" I asked. He shook his head.

  "No."

  That was all the answer I got. My eyes grew wide, having no idea what he was planning for me. He looked back at me and smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

  "Today and tonight, my dear, you will be wearing that. I will allow you some underwear. I will be holding a remote that will control the vibrator. You will never know when it will turn on." My eyes went even wider and I gasped.

  "Master," I whispered, about to say something. The look he gave me shut me up rather quickly.

  "Were you about to argue with me?" he asked. I shook my head and he grabbed my wrist, pulling me across his lap as he sat on the bed.

  "Don't lie. You were about to argue weren't you." It was a statement, not a question. I didn't answer and he slapped my ass. It was harder than anything he had done before, and I screamed out.

  "Yes, Master!" I agreed, my eyes watering.

  With one hand on my back to hold me down and a leg thrown over mine so I wouldn't kick Mr. Decker spanked me. Tears began to stream down my face as I cried out from pain. At the same time I became incredibly aroused, not being helped by having the toy inside of me. Finally, after I had lost count of how many times his hand came in contact with my skin, he stopped. I gasped and sniffled and tried to control my breathing.

  Mr. Decker let me go and stood up, reaching for my hand to help me off the bed. I stood, a little wobbly, and looked at my toes. His hand came up and under my chin, lifting my face towards his. He looked into my eyes, leaned forward, and placed a small kiss on my forehead before offering up a small smile.

  "Go to the bathroom and wash your face, Pet. Then come in here and lay down so I can put something on that wonderfully red ass of yours," he said, before letting go of my hand.

  Using a small washcloth I washed the tears off my face and brushed my teeth. The sheets were cool as I lay back down, and I buried my face in the pillow. I felt Mr. Decker sit beside me and, after a moment, a cool ointment on my bottom. The stinging immediately subsided and I sighed. He chuckled as he finished and laid some panties beside me.

  "Get dressed, Pet. We're going shopping."

  I slid my stockings up my legs slowly, making sure to not tear them, before fitting them in place with a wiggle and a gasp at the feel of the toy. My dress was next. Mr. Decker had taken me to a little boutique with the most beautiful selections. I finally decided on a strapless number. It was floor length, and tight at the waist before falling away from my body in a lovely wide skirt. All of it was a midnight blue, with astonishing bead work all across the bodice. I smiled as I walked back into the room from the bathroom, holding my dress up by the bodice. Mr. Decker was in his tux shirt and pants, fitting a bow tie around his neck. I looked at him and blushed.

  "Could you please zip my dress, Master?" I asked. He smiled and did just that before placing a small kiss on my shoulder. Then, without warning, the toy vibrated.

  I gasped and groaned and almost fell, reaching for the bed to steady myself as he laughed behind me.

  "Oh, tonight is going to be so much fun," he said to himself before throwing on his tux jacket and openin
g the door for me. I sighed.

  Tonight was going to suck.

  The party was huge, full of people, orchestral music and dancing. Oh, I loved to dance! I became excited as I walked farther into the room on the arm of Mr. Decker. At the same time my stomach was in absolute knots! When was it going to happen? How long? The stress was obviously evident in my posture because Mr. Decker leaned into me to whisper.

  "You are visibly tense. Relax please," he said, and his tone calmed me down a little.

  The party continued. Mr. Decker and I went about the room socializing with people important to the company and their dates. I was complimented on my dress a lot, and told myself to remember to thank Mr. Decker for it. A voice came over the sound system announcing dinner, and we all went to find our assigned seats. Mr. Decker held my seat out for me, and I smiled at him. As soon as he sat down, though, I hated him instantly. The vibrator came on, all the way up, and it took everything I had not to scream and jerk my body. I shot a nasty look at him and sipped the wine that was available.

  All through the meal he would flick it on, giving me large spurts of vibration, and the teeniest whisper of feeling. I was brought to the edge several times, then made to retreat back. Then dessert arrived.

  As I picked up my fork to enjoy the small slice of cheesecake in front of me, the vibrator came on. I didn't make a move or sound as it slowly turned up. I ate my cheesecake in silence, waiting for him to turn it off. But he wasn't. It kept going. My hand began shaking, as did my legs, and I gave Mr. Decker a pleading look. He just smiled, shook his head, and clicked another button. The vibrator came to a whole other level I didn't know about, and I lost it.

  On the outside, it probably looked like I was trying to hold in a trip to the bathroom. On the inside, I was screaming from the orgasm I was trying to control. My pussy spasmed around the toy and my legs shook like crazy, making me thankful that my large dress and the tablecloth covered them. Finally the toy stilled, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I looked to Mr. Decker, and he smiled at me.